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With all that we've been through, it's still you
MDNI 18+ | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | ~3,1k words | fem!reader, plus-sized/curvy reader (few mentions), light angst, fluff, emotional sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV sex (wrap it in real life folks), creampie | if I forgot a tag/tw please tell me | Read on AO3
The first day after Simon gets back from deployment is always the best and worst 24 hours of your life.
He's home, he's alive, he's safe â and that makes your heart soar, especially after missions where he has to go dark for weeks at a time.
But it's also like living with a ghost. He exiles himself to the guest room, sleeps on the ugly pull-out couch the two of you bought specifically because it was easy on his back.
The only reasons you even know he's home are the boots by the door and the jacket hung on the hook. He doesn't talk to you, moves as quiet as a mouse, only leaves his self-imposed enclosure when he knows you're busy elsewhere in the house.
He can't bear the thought of touching you with bloodstained hands. Even when his skin is squeaky clean after several washes before even leaving for your shared home, the haunting images in his mind remind him of what he does during his time away. So he turns the shower as hot as it'll go and scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his skin is red and raw to the touch. And even then he still waits, bides his time, until he can close his eyes and imagine you without your pretty face morphing into the bloodied and dying visages of comrades and enemies alike.
But just like clockwork, after 24 hours and 3 showers, Simon finds you and huddles up close. In the kitchen, with his arms wrapped around your middle as he crowds you against the counter, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. In the living room, laying himself down next to you with his head on your plush thighs, guiding the hand you're not using to scroll on your phone to card through his hair and scratch his scalp. In the bath, kneeling next to the tub as he begs with his eyes to help you wash your hair or just holding your hand and rubbing circles into your skin; reminding himself that you're alive, that you're safe, that you're not afraid of him despite the various atrocities he's committed.
Your favourite, however, are times like tonight, when it's the middle of the night and you wake from the mattress dipping behind you as Simon climbs in under the covers. He slides an arm around your middle, pulling you close, pressing his chest to your back until there isn't a sliver of air separating your bodies.
âMissed you, dove,â Simon murmurs, his lips hot on the back of your neck. His soft kisses make goosebumps rise on your exposed arms, and a barely suppressed shiver runs down your spine when he catches your earlobe for a quick, gentle nibble.
âMissed you too, Si,â you sigh out blissfully, body already relaxed and soft from his ministrations, anticipating the pleasure to come.
âWant you,â he says in between hot, open mouthed kisses. His hand has slid up under your sleep shirt, resting warm and heavy with intent on your stomach â waiting for permission before venturing further.
âYou have me,â you promise, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his chest, one leg hooking over his.
You tilt your head, exposing more of your throat to Simon, a soft moan slipping from your lips when his big palm reaches up and grabs at a breast. It's gentle, a massage almost, and it makes your eyes flutter shut.
âMy sweet girl.â Simon's voice is like liquid silk to your ears, low and sensual and full of unadulterated lust. You gasp when his rough fingers finally pay attention to your nipple; rolling and tugging at it until it's pebbled and sensitive.
You push your hips back against his, feeling the evidence of his arousal press against your ass. A low moan rumbles through Simon's chest as you move against him, his free hand pushing your shirt out of the way, up over the swell of your breasts, before rolling you to your back swiftly.
He's on top of you within a second, fitting himself in the cradle of your thighs, the vast expanse of his chest covering yours. His big paws frame your face and then you're kissing. It's soft and gentle, all lips and tongue; slow and reverent but no less passionate.Â
Simon's heavy on top of you, almost crushingly so. But if this is the way you go, unable to breathe with your lips glued to the man you love, then so be it. He's your favourite weighted blanket and you'd give anything to just stay like this forever.
Your fingers wander over his naked back, tracing and mapping the scars and marks littering his flesh; both old and new. When morning comes, you'll pepper them with kisses in the soft glow of the sun, but for now you're both satisfied with just touching and feeling each other.
âI love you,â Simon whispers, and you make a reluctant noise in your throat when he pulls his lips away from yours to say it. But your complaint dies the moment his mouth trails hot down your throat, sucking and kissing and licking at your skin all the way down to your chest.
You can feel his lips move as he mutters something against your sternum â more to himself than to you â but his voice is muffled, face pressed in between your full tits making the sound swallowed and unintelligible.
With one hand still running up and down the expanse of his back, you push your other one up and into his hair, petting and scratching until Simon preens under your touch. He stays there for a moment, listening to your heartbeat under his ear; reminding himself yet again that youâre alive, that youâre safe, that you love him.
You donât get impatient with him, never. You always let him take everything at his own pace, and tonight is no different. He whispers muffled apologies against your skin, words dripping with feelings of both remorse and conviction. He does what he does because he needs to â someone always needs to. Like taking out the trash of the world, itâs not pleasant, but it is necessary. And the fact that heâs good at his job only means he gets to come back to your side. You, with your soft body and cradling arms and loving words.
Simon mouths his way to your already pert nipple, softly kissing around it before engulfing the sensitive nub, flicking it with his tongue, letting his teeth just barely make contact. Your breath hitches in your chest and a silent moan escapes your lips. And then he switches sides, keeping the pleasure on your abandoned breast with his fingers as he rolls and tugs at your nipple, all while licking and sucking on the other.
âSimon,â you hum in satisfaction, inadvertently spurring him on. His chest rumbles, something low and hungry that vibrates through him to you. His hands get rougher, calloused fingers digging into your flesh as he kisses his way down your chest until your thighs frame his shoulders.
He doesnât ask, not verbally, but his eyes meet yours and you can see the need, the hunger, the desperation, in them clear as day. So you smile and give him a nod, lovingly stroking his cheek before settling your hand back in his hair â not pushing or pulling, just resting there, like an unspoken anchor to keep both of you connected in the moment.
Simon kisses your cunt over your underwear, once, twice, three times, before pulling the fabric to the side to get his tongue on you.
He doesnât eat like a man starved, despite the lust in his eyes. No, he takes his time; practically making out with your pussy, slowly and steadily, almost romantically if it werenât for the downright pornographic noises. His tongue is lapping and flicking at all the right spots, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep you spread for his broad shoulders even when your body reacts to his ministrations and instinctually tries to close them. Simon knows what he wants and how to get it, and he wonât stop until youâre shaking with pleasure.
You come undone when he sucks your clit into his mouth, your hand grabbing a fistful of his hair as you breathe âright there, god, right there, Siâ. Your back arches, the muscles in your thighs lock up, and then the feeling consumes you whole â it swallows you as white explodes in your vision, heart beating frantically as if trying to escape from your chest. Your lips form the syllables of his name, but you canât be sure what exactly came out with how loud your blood rushes in your ears.
Simon licks you through the waves, moans in satisfaction as he laps up your slick, hips rutting against the soft mattress because youâre just that sweet. Your grip on his hair just barely borders on painful, but the slight sting only gives way to the much louder feelings of pride and satisfaction.
âYou with me?â he asks once the aftershocks have rolled through your body and youâre trying to catch your breath.
âYeah,â you reply, voice shaky but no less joyous â you have Simon back, not just in body, but in mind and soul. Heâs back with you emotionally for the first time since he walked through your front door 24 hours prior.
Simon gives you a smile, a true one, not one of those cocky smirks he throws other people's way, and angles his head to press a kiss to your thigh. If this was any other night he wouldâve bitten and sucked a bruise into your skin, but not tonight; tonight was all about reconnection, about soft and sweet love, about celebrating that youâre both alive.
He sits back on his knees, keeping your legs spread open with his hands, just looking down at you for a moment, taking it all in. Your breathing hasnât steadied just yet, your chest rapidly rising and falling, and droplets of sweat decorate your heated skin. The shirt is still pushed up over your breasts and your underwear are crooked from when he pulled them aside instead of off. Youâve never looked more beautiful to Simon.
âGot another one in you?â he questions, running his hands down your thighs until his fingers are hooked in elastic, ready to tug the fabric away at your say-so.
You smile at him, lovingly and warm and radiant, and nod your head enthusiastically. You help him in discarding the rest of your clothes, throwing the few pieces both of you have to a heap on the ground. He settles back beside you on the bed, one big palm cradling your cheeks as he turns your head to look at him.Â
Unspoken I missed youâs and I love youâs exchange between your gazes. Words arenât necessary right now, his and your expressions alone speak volumes about the devotion you both hold for the other.
Simonâs free hand wanders down the length of your body, slow and tender, almost teasing in its gentleness. You gasp as a thick finger prods longingly at your cunt, a few slow pumps before curling inside to massage that spongy spot that makes you see stars; his thumb rubbing firm circles over your clit in a tandem of pleasure.
âMore,â you breathe, clutching at his bicep, feeling the muscles work as he obliges and stuffs you full with a second then a third finger. He works you up, pumping and rubbing at all the right spots, making sure youâre prepared for when he finally gets to slip his cock inside. He doesnât let you fall off the edge, though, keeps you teetering on it until youâre a panting, shaking mess; like putty in his hands, so soft, so pliable, begging him for more, more, more.
It's not until you say his name, half pleading, half scolding, that he takes pity on you. The sound of his fingers sliding out of you is squelchingly wet, like your cunt is complaining, unwilling to let them go. And when he sucks the digits into his mouth it makes your face heat with a combination of arousal and embarrassment. He savours your taste, as if he didn't get enough of it, of you, while eating you out; eyes closed, throat humming in satisfied contentment, and you can't help but be hypnotised by the sight.
Simon lets his fingers go with a pop before leaning over you, opening the drawer on your bedside table to rifle through it blindly until he finds the bottle of lube he knew was there. You've taken the full length and girth of his cock without this much prep and help countless times before, always relished in the stretch and slight pinch, but on nights like tonight he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure.
âYour hand,â he says, voice low and gruff, the lust in it unmistakable.
The lube is cold when he deposits a dollop of it in your waiting palm. The click of the cap and closing of the drawer are loud in the otherwise quiet room, only amplifying your anticipation as you heat the gel between your hands. His eyes never leave yours until your fingers wrap around his achingly hard cock, making a moan rumble through his chest as his eyelids flutter shut.
You stroke him languidly, squeezing and twisting just the way you know he likes, the way that makes him twitch in your grip as you kiss his shoulder reverently. It makes his heart ache with deep seated love, and he has to look up at the ceiling to blink away the tears that start to form from the intimate act and overwhelming emotions of finally being home, being with you.
Simon surges forward to kiss you, pressing his lips against yours so hard and passionately it nearly makes your head spin. He's already close from having grinded against the bed while licking your cunt, and your hands on him feel heavenly. So when he stops your movements and whispers that he won't last long, you tell him it's okay â because it is, because you're up there, dancing on the edge together with him. His earlier ministrations had made you sensitive to the touch and the bliss of Simon's cock sliding inside you for the first time in months already has you clinging to his form and your walls clenching around him.
His arms are hooked under yours, hands cradling the back of your head, your face pressed into the crook of his neck; like he's protecting you, shielding you from the world, keeping you safe from all of its horrors. He stays there for a moment, cock nestled all the way inside your welcoming warmth, his already near aching balls resting against your ass; both of you basking in the moment and the wonderful feeling of each other.
It's not until your knees dig a little into his sides, impatient, that Simon starts moving; slowly sliding out of you, only the tip notched happily inside, before pushing back in, making sure to go as deep as he can possibly get without hurting you with every roll of his hips. One of your hands burrows into his hair, threading your fingers through the soft locks to pet and reassure, and to grip when the pleasure overtakes. Your hips are canted just right so his every thrust hits perfectly against your G-spot, making you screw your eyes shut and cling to him a little tighter.
You know Simon gets off on getting you off, knows he loves hearing your pleasure loud and clear as your moans mingle with his. So you mumble encouragements and praise and directions into his heated skin â you tell him how good it feels, gasp loudly when his hips start snapping instead of rolling, tense in his grasp and press your knees tighter around him as you practically mewl with pleasure.
And Simon, to his credit, isnât silent either. Heâs breathing heavily, cursing every so often when you clench around his cock. âTouch yourself for me,â he manages to moan out, cock sawing in and out of your cunt faster and faster as he approaches his high. âWanna feel you come apart.â
So you wedge your free hand in between your sweaty bodies, a feat in itself with how his entire torso is pressing down onto yours, and find your swollen clit. It takes only a few quick circles with your fingers and the orgasm he had dangled in front of you while fucking you open on his fingers comes rushing back full-force.
You donât even have the time to give him a warning before youâre trembling and calling his name, toes curling and legs shaking. Simonâs thrusts grow sloppy and near frantic within a second, your fluttering pussy practically milking his cock as he loses himself in you, spilling inside until his spend is leaking around his length still buried deep within you.
The room is quiet except for your laboured breathing as you both try to catch your breaths, hearts beating hard and fast in tandem, your fingers in his hair curling around strands and nails softly scratching against his scalp. Thereâs a small wet spot next to your head on the pillow from where Simon had finally let the cathartic tears from before roll silently down his cheeks â he knows youâd never judge him for crying due to overwhelming emotions, so he doesnât exactly hide it, but itâs not something heâs particularly used to flaunting. So he wipes at his eyes without a word, still keeping you tucked away against his shoulder, and lets your petting hands soothe him.
It takes you a near herculean effort to convince Simon to let you up so you can pee and clean up, even when all you want to do is just stay under him and trace invisible patterns on his flushed skin. He follows close behind you to the bathroom, a compromise, never letting go of your hand even when he turns around to offer you some privacy as you sit down on the toilet. Simon quickly wets a hand towel to swipe over his sensitive cock with his free hand, hissing slightly at the sensation of too much which makes you chuckle, before offering a clean one for you.
You cuddle back in bed afterwards; your back to Simonâs chest, legs intertwined, his arm curled around your middle. His nose is in your hair and you can feel every exhale on the back of your neck â youâve never felt more safe or loved.
âI'm really glad you're back, Si.â
His hold on you tightens and a kiss is pressed to the top of your head.
âI'm glad to be back, love.â
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CUPIDS CHOKEHOLD , spencer reid
pairing boyfriend!spencer x fem!reader
synopsis you decide to visit spencer during his lunch break. unbeknownst to you, the team has been waiting for your arrival since they found out about you and spencerâs relationship.
genre fluff, reader is described with a cheugy/funky kind of style, and just overall teasing from the team lol.
standing in the mirrored elevator, you took in your appearance one last time. your patterned tights, babydoll dress, denim jacket, and colorful accessories were nothing out of the ordinary for you.  you took pride in your sense of fashion, not caring how others perceived you.Â
spencer made it known to you almost daily how much he adored the way you styled yourself. your whimsical and girly attire added the perfect contrast to his âgrandpa attireâ as you liked to call it.Â
returning your tube of lipgloss to its desired spot, you heard the faint ding of the elevator, alerting you of your arrival. you took a deep breath before walking up to the secretary at the counter. the building was sleek and shiny, only emphasizing your appearance.Â
the brunette welcomed you, asking for your id before you heard your name being called by an all too familiar voice. âsheâs with me; actually, no need to call in or anything.â spencer grabbed the visitors badge and clipped it to the pocket of your jacket before looking at you.Â
âhey spence,â you giggled, adjusting his glasses that had gone askew from his evident rush to get to you. he blushed as you slid your hand to the side of his neck, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek softly.Â
he grabbed your hand and led you into what you deemed to be the âbullpenâ spencer had mentioned to you before. your boots clicked on the ground, muffled by the sounds of the bau.Â
many workers turned and looked, unfamiliar with your presence and even more shocked that you were with spencer. he looked at you, noticing your wondering eyes. âitâs a little hectic right now, sorry.â he pulled you into his cubicle, already having a chair ready for you.Â
âits actually really cool seeing this place for the first time. it really is like the tv shows.â he almost laughed at your childlike awe, reaching over to roll your chair closer to his own. satisfied with your positioning, spencer moved a few folders and notebooks from his desk to make room for your shared food.Â
you could only get one bite in before a presence appeared behind you. âyou invited mrs. genius here, and you didnât tell anyone?â two hands came to grab spencer by his shoulders, causing him to jump slightly.Â
the man smiled at you with possibly the whitest teeth you had ever seen. his broad shoulders, stature, and dark skin made him almost god-like. âmorgan-â spencer began before another head peaked around him.
âthe woman, the myth, the legend!â the shorter blonde woman gasped, walking over to you. spinning your chair so that you were facing her entirely, her eyes lit up. âyou are literally the cutest thing i have ever seen. boy wonder, why havenât you brought her in sooner?â the nickname made you laugh, looking at spencer to see the embarrassed look on his face.Â
âmorgan and garcia, back off before you scare the poor girl away.â a dark-haired woman leaned against the desk behind you. soon after, another blonde and two older men crowed around you.Â
they waited eagerly as spencer introduced you, looking between you two as if this were the best thing they had ever seen. âitâs nice to meet you all. spence has told me so much about you guys.â you rose from your seat, shaking their hands so as not to come off as unprofessional in such a serious building.Â
even if it contradicted their previous actionsâŚ
âshe even has a nickname for him, oh derek hold me before i pass out from the beauty of young love.â penelope held her hand to her heart, leaning into the man beside her as he rolled his eyes from her antics.Â
âshe was nearly this dramatic when she noticed the picture spencer put up of you on his desk.â rossi pointed at the item you had failed to notice as you arrived.Â
tucked beside his computer, a small black and white photobooth strip stared back at you. memories of the early bits of your relationship flooded your mind.
you smiled lightly at the last panel, remembering how nervous you had been to kiss spencer on camera. he looked up at you, mirroring your expression.
the team continued to interrogate you, asking about where the two of you met, your first date, who asked out who first, almost as if they were profiling you.Â
spencer sighed at the realization, clearly annoyed at your alone time being interrupted. you noticed, sitting back down beside him and looking at him to reassure him that you were fine.Â
âglad to see she really likes him and wasnât paid.â emily nodded towards spencerâs cheek. a light pink kiss mark adorned his skin, making the rest of the team snicker before he wiped it off with the back of his hand.Â
âare you guys trying to scare her away?â spencer whined, feeling like a boy introducing his first girlfriend to his embarrassing family.Â
âcome on, reid, weâre only messing with you.â jj perched her hand on her hip, smiling at you warmly. âweâll let you guys be for now, but donât leave too soon. we have to give her a tour!â penelope insisted, turning to the group as they all shook their heads in agreement.Â
âthatâd be nice, thank you.â you replied before turning back to your boyfriend. âyou donât have to if you donât want to.â spencer mumbled, leaning into your side.
you ruffled his hair, âi see why you talk about them so much. they clearly care about you a lot.â you looked over your shoulder, catching them spying from one of the conference rooms.Â
smirking you turned back to spencer, kissing his cheek once more before you continued to eat and talk about what youâd plan to do after he got off work.Â
after you finished your mostly uninterrupted lunch, you were swept away by penelope as she gave you your promised tour. showing you everyoneâs office, the break room, multiple conference rooms, and even the dingy locker room in the very back.
after one tight hug from morgan, a promise for a girls night from penelope, some teasing from jj and emily, and more typical goodbyes from hotch and rossi, you were finally walking back to your car.
you expected spencer to just walk you back to the elevator, but your face quickly lit up when he stepped inside, pulling you flush against him and pressing a button to make the doors close.
âfinally have you alone.â he mumbled before crashing his lips to yours. you gasped at his sudden boldness, highly due to the lack of curious eyes, and moved your hands to rest behind his neck.
his hands went under your jacket, yearning to be close to you but having enough sense to not pull anything too risky. âiâve been wanting to do that since youâve got here.â he pulled away shortly before the ding of the elevator announced your arrival.
you just grabbed his hand and pulled him along side you. âthey were really sweet, spence. iâm happy you work with people that are so much like a family.â as you made it to your car you turned around, your back leaning against your trunk as spencer came to stand in-front of you.
âtheyâre nosey like one, for sure.â he joked, bringing his hand to rest on your hip once again. you sighed before reaching up to kiss him one last time. âiâll see you tonight.â you promised, squeezing his hand before it left yours in his return to work.
before you got in your car, you turned around looking up to see six familiar faces looking right back at you.
just something i thought of off a whim because i saw an edit of the bau to 400 lux by lorde and got SOOOOO emotional. like thats my family fr!!!! hope you enjoyed<333
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Hooray!!! Omg iâm so happy lol. Iâm definitely going to be smiling for the rest of my day. I finally had time to think about it and how about a platonic familial scenario with mtmte magnus and the ambassador on break and casually chatting, fluff please. let me know if you need more details, and take your time <3
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Out of the bag - human effects
I had so much fun writing this Buddee and I hope you like it!.
Word count 1.6k
Ultra Magnus x human reader
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The ambassador sat quietly working through files while on the desk, fingers pinching their temple as they re-read the text. A hot drink beside them as they worked. Ultra Magnus sat at the desk as he too worked. It would have been rather funny to look at, A large alien robot sitting at his desk working while his co-worker who was much smaller sat on the same desk on their own seat with a desk. They looked almost like they were a toy figure.Â
They take a sip of their drink and roll their shoulders slightly. "Please tell me I don't have to fix another 15 files of Rodimus getting side tracked again and typing out random words like Chinchilla?" They mumble almost like a pray.
Ultra Magnus cycled a weary ex-vent, field rippling with long-suffering patience. "I'm afraid so, Ambassador. The captain seems...incapable of submitting forms in any semblance of proper order." He pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, nearly the same pose as them. an unmistakably human mannerism picked up from long acquaintance. "At this rate, reconciling his haphazard paperwork will occupy the majority of your work cycle."
Magnus observed the ambassador's flagging energy levels with mild concern. "Perhaps you should take a brief respite. Overexerting yourself serves no purpose - I can handle the captain's responsibilities for the time being."
His tone, while stern, held an undercurrent of genuine care. Despite their differences, he cared deeply for the ambassador; their well-being remained in everyone's best interests.Â
"The schedules can wait. I suspect you've had enough excitement for one orn already." A hint of dryly amused. "I'll be alright Magnus, Just got a headache and sore. Really wasn't planning on dealing with reports, but it beats having to do holovids with Prowl, I want to strangle that mech some times." They reply leaning back in their seat, bringing their drink up and holding it in their hands as they close their eyes for a moment.
Prowl's combative nature makes diplomatic discourse a...trial, to say the least." He cycled another heavy ex-vent. "Though I must say, your own entanglements have proven equally...taxing, of late." Magnus leveled them with a pointed look, with a hint of mild disapproval.
"I trust you understand the risks involved, consorting so closely with the crew. Propriety and protocol exist for good reason - to maintain order and prevent compromising our mission."Â
Yet beneath the stern admonishment, a thread of genuine concern shone through. "I only caution you to tread carefully, little one. The games played aboard this ship can be...treacherous, for those caught unawares."
His gaze softened marginally. "I would not see you come to harm, simply for wishing to find companionship in these trying times. Despite what you and others may think i do care about you"Â
Embarrassment slowly works its way into their system as they look down as if they were a child who just got caught stealing something. "How.. how did you" they start not knowing how to continue talking. "Come now, Ambassador - did you truly think your...activities would escape my notice?" Magnus replied, a hint of wryness in tone.
He shook his helm slightly. "I may be strict, but I'm not blind. The signs were...quite evident.â Leaning back in his chair, Magnus fixed the ambassador with a measured look. "I'll not lecture you on proper conduct - Primus knows life aboard this ship is complicated enough as it is." Attempting to soothe their clear discomfort. "However, I must urge caution. Entanglements with subordinates."
They continue to look down for a moment processing his words. "I know, I wasn't planning on getting involved with anyone, it just sort of happened. Told Ratchet that it was to stay on the down low, and Ratchet had the same concern about risk, he wanted to make sure if something did happen with other bots outside of him and Drift that i had someone to trust if something happened. I was just worried that if you, Rodimus or Megatron found out. My job was gone" they mumble, they were filled with so much anxiety and panic over the situation only for the mech they feared the most about it to just say he knew.Â
Magnus cycled a heavy vent. "I see. That...explains certain observations, I must admit." He rubbed a servo over his faceplate. "Ratchet and Drift, of all mechs. I confess, I had not anticipated that particular entanglement."
Fixing the ambassador with a level stare, Magnus continued, "However, you needn't fear repercussions from myself or the others." A hint of wryness entered his tone. " We've all been there, at one point or another."Â
They let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Magnus, and I'm making sure to look after myself. Woah just wasn't expecting to be having this conversation with you is all. You have no idea how much fear I had about you finding out about my um.. 'activities'. You bots aren't exactly subtle about your 'human fucker' content " they state before slowly having another mouthful of their drink.
He nodded in acknowledgement. "I understand your concern. confess, even I am not entirely immune to the temptations that arise. However, I endeavor to maintain strict protocols."Â Magnus continued solemnly, "I cannot - and will not - control the personal affairs of my crew. That is a burden I do not wish to bear."
A hint of wryness entered his tone. "Though I must admit, the antics of Megatron and Rodimus have certainly tested my patience on more than one occasion. They are both very fond of you"
âI had a feeling they were. Magnus you being tempted, now that's new to me, I'm sorry they are causing you troubleâ they chuckle, smiling up at him, enjoying the banter. Â
"Ratchet and Drift both know I'm not interested in a relationship, it's mainly just stress relief, and i think Sunstreaker just has a bjt of a kink for someone who isn't going to scratch his paint" they confirm, making him aware of yet another bot involved. Magnus's optics widened fractionally at the mention of Sunstreaker - another unexpected development in this tangled web. "I see. So Sunstreaker as well, hmm?"
âIt would appear you...ambassador has been quite diligent in cultivating a support network aboard this ship." Fixing the human with a measured look, Magnus continued, "And you are certain this...arrangement suits you? Entanglements with the crew, regardless of intent, can prove...complicated."
The nod. âYes, I'm content and want to keep this on the down low, I don't need it getting back to my superiors on earth, nor do I need Prowl making issues of it.â They explain. In truth they were very happy with the arrangement, and felt less guilty now that they were talking with Ultra Magnus over the situation.Â
"I merely wish to ensure you are not inadvertently placing yourself in jeopardy, little one." Magnus paused, considering his next words carefully. "However, if this provides you the stress relief you require, then I shall refrain from further commentary." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed by your...resilience, in the face of such formidable suitors."
It makes their face fluster as they look away from him quickly. âThat's not funny and you know itâ they huff under their breath only for him to let out a soft rumbled noise. Shaking his helm ruefully, the Autobot commander returned his attention to the ever-present datapads. "Very well. You have my discretion and, should you need, my counsel as well."
"They have all been good to me, very respectful and accommodating. They mainly have been dead quiet about involvement because of you actually." They hum. "Well technically you, Megatron and Rodimus. You three I do look up to alot, and your opinion means alot to me. I was just worried you would have me court martialled and shipped back to earth for fraternization "
Magnus's field rippled with a mix of surprise and begrudging respect. "I see."Â
"While I cannot condone such...personal entanglements, I confess I am impressed by your discretion thus far. It speaks to a level of maturity and pragmatism I had not anticipated." Magnus met their gaze steadily. "You have proven yourself a valuable asset to this ship. I would not see that jeopardized, simply due to youthful indiscretions."Â
With that now out of the way they sit there quietly before looking up at ultra Magnus from their spot sitting on the desk. "Could I have a hug, at the moment I can feel myself shaking from the fear and anxiety " they try to joke and make light of how afraid they were of him finding out.Â
Magnus regarded the ambassador with a soft expression, field pulsing understanding. "Of course." He gently scooped them up, cradling their small frame against his chest in a rare display of tenderness. "There is no need to fear, Ambassador." His deep voice rumbled with reassurance as he lightly stroked their back.
They lean their head against his plating, relaxing against him. "Thank you, you're a real one Magnus. No one will ever change that" Magnus rumbled softly, the vibration soothing against the ambassador's frame. "You are most welcome. I am merely doing what I believe is right."
He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring their comfort as they leaned into him. A rare, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You have earned my trust, Ambassador. That is no small feat."
With that, Magnus simply held the ambassador, allowing them the chance to find solace in the steadiness of his frame. And in truth he rather enjoyed holding them close.Â
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rambling about a dom ftm low-honor arthur with a sub top reader.
gn amab top reader. pretty much just a bunch of unprotected sex so some talk of pregnancy and a little bit of public sex. mostly proofread. also this IS supposed to be consensual, even if it's not blatantly stated.
just thinking about low honor arthur who, after a quick cat and mouse game, has your wrists tied to the headboard of a hotel room youâd been staying the night in. he still has his hat on his head as he rides your cock, rolling his hips with a crude grace befitting of him. his walls squeeze around you with the periodic drop of his hips, and even though youâre tied up (and well. this is arthurâs doing after all) heâs still got a hand pressed against your chest to keep you held down.Â
his groans can only barely cover up the wet squelching sounds coming from his cunt as he humps your cock. youâve already cum onceâor maybe twice now, youâre not really sureâbut a wave of euphoria washes over you anyway as the coil in your stomach snaps, his pussy having successfully milked another one from you in what felt like no time at all.Â
for a moment arthur keeps rutting on your cock, until finally the ache subsides and heâs pulsating around you, his rough motions slowly coming to a stop. while you manage to keep your eyes open you can see arthur setting his hat down onto the table beside the bed, his hips raising off your aching cock. foolishly you think heâs giving you a break, but you know better. this is arthur; he wants to be filled to the absolute brim. as expected, he sits on your dick again, evoking a long, breathy groan as his head falls back.Â
âjusâ sit tight and let me use this cock oâ yours, all right?â he reminds you gruffly at the sight of your twitching arms, his hand residing on your chest keeps its hold as if youâll break out of the restraints. not that youâre trying to, and he knows that, but the feeling of holding you down is evidently making him as wet as it is making you hard.Â
he leans over you, his hands now gripping the headboard that shakes against the elegantly-plastered walls. you weakly buck your hips in an attempt to meet his determined bouncing but itâs futile when he squeezes around you. your mind goes blank, and now arthurâs lips are at your ear as he groans, muttering a nonsensical mix of praise and whatever else. heâs so slick that you slip out of him for a moment before he takes you again, humping your cock until once more you cum inside of him with what little you can and he immediately follows before stopping and leaning back.Â
his chest is glistening with sweat as it rises and falls with his now evened breathing. he groans as he falls forward again, this time resting his body against yours, his lips back to your ear to kiss beneath it. he unties your hands with a dirty smile before he closes his eyes. you follow suite in slumber, only occasionally waking up to the feeling of arthurâs hips moving in his sleep, and the thought of arthur riding your aching cock again in the morning has your head fuzzy and your dick twitching with an exhausted but enticed delight.
thinking about how if you were fucking him without a condom he would lock his legs around your waist when youâd try pulling out and make you cum inside of him, just for the hell of it. afterwards heâd give you a faux scolding, talking about how irresponsible you ought to be to do something like that, only to flip the both of you over and ride you âtill you cum inside of him again and again until heâs really had his fill.Â
i also like to imagine the confidence that low-honor arthur has; if he wanted you, kissing up your neck and pulling you flush against him works well enough, but sometimes he likes to lay flat on his back, stripped naked with his legs spread, giving his pussy a good slap before taunting you with some sort of challenge. if heâs up for it, he might rub his clit, making you watch as pumps his fingers into his cunt. if he cums, heâll spread himself open to entice you with the sight of his gushing cum. most of the time heâll let you have your way, fucking into him at whatever pace you desire so long as your cum ends up in the same place, nestled deep inside him.
youâd fuck arthur while heâs bended over where after youâre done, youâll pull out and watch as he spreads his legs, pulling at the folds of his pussy to show your cum oozing out of him like honey. he might even sit on your face and have you lick him clean too.
now arthur wouldnât actually want to get pregnant.. however that doesnât stop him from wanting to get fucked like he does. heâll loll his head back and let you fuck him like you're trying to breed him, splitting his pussy open on your cock and filling him up to where his legs feel like theyâre permanently spread apart to give you room to slot yourself back into him. arthur will lay back and listen to the sound of your cock pounding into his wet cunt and only when your old cum is forced to seep out of him in favor of a new batch will he close his legs, making sure his belly is kept full with just you.Â
(and god knows if he let it happen he wouldnât be caught dead without a big belly, always walking around camp barefoot having to stick to just doing chores. heâd be popping out kids left and right without a care in the world. abigail would faint if she saw arthurâs belly growing again months after already just having one kid. thinking about it, abigail or dutch would probably have to give you and arthur a different version of The Talk if he doesnât wave it off or else he might really find himself bedridden with child more times than he can count)
arthur doesnât need to be pregnant to have the whole camp know what youâre up to when you go out at night. youâll return the next morning with bags under your eyes alongside an arthur with a little pep in his step. although youâll be lucky if heâs considerate enough to actually leave camp; he may even offer an innocent night bath at some lake where heâll strip his clothes directly in your line of sight, sauntering into the water with a not very innocent smirk on his face to pair. you might actually get a bath in, but it probably wonât do you any good when he just lays you on your back on the grass and rides you anyway.Â
as much as he loves being on top of you, arthur also likes being flat on his stomach. heâll moan and groan more than usual, especially if youâre at camp heâll be egging you on to take him harder and will reach back to grab your legs and fuck himself on your dick if you slow down or try to pull out. he likes having you press him against the dirt or grass so that afterwards he can really see the mess you made painted on his body (as well as use it as an excuse to bathe together).Â
heâll talk a lot during sex too, but itâs mostly just muttering about your dick or calling you names. heâll call you a whore as he bounces on your cock while leading your head to his chest to suck on his nipples. arthur would also leave marks on your body where everyone can see and will revel in the comments unsuspecting people will make that want to know who left them. (john will roll his eyes because dear god does he know who left them.)
of course i have to add how much arthur would love clothed sex. he likes it fast and dirty, and the time it takes to undress is simply one minute too long for him. heâll ride you through your jeans if he has to, heâll hump and grind against your cock until the front of your clothes are soaked.
among things like a game of chase i think a form of foreplay for arthur would be something like poker. especially if youâre bad at it, heâll play any type of game with you if he knows heâll win so he can have his way with you. if you want heâll even hunt you down like a wolf, stalking you in the woods until youâre so eager you can hardly stand it, and then heâll strike; knocking you down so fast you wonât even know what hit you until your belt is unbuckled and arthurâs on your dick looking down at you like he just caught his prey.Â
one of arthurâs favorite things is having you eat him out, heâll keep his legs around your head to make sure your mouth stays on him. he wants everything youâll give him, your tongue diving into him stretching him out. he wants to feel you suck and spit on his clit, your teeth nibbling on him and pulling his lips apart to dip your fingers into his cunt. if his legs arenât shaking by the end of it heâll make you do it all again till your jaw is aching and your face is covered in his slick.
last thing i think arthur would actually like getting caught having sex. he likes the thrill of fucking at camp where someone like micah or john can hear, but even more so would love getting caught and walked in on. even if he's wanted, he'll ride you in a hotel room with the door cracked open, moaning just a bit louder than he usually would. arthur will have you bend him over somewhere in the woods, and isn't afraid to make direct eye contact with any passer by who sees. he'll shoot anyone who's truly a threat of course, but if he were to hear or see someone touching themself as they watch you, he'll cum on the spot with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
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á° ILLUMI WHO FUCKS YOU BEHIND HIS PARENTS BACK .á
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The rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall steals your attention, the murmuring chatter of the other three people in the room muffling as you zone out. Itâs mindless, the way your fingers trace over the dark mark sticking out against the conference table like a neon sign. The rich mahogany is smooth, not a splinter in sight.
Your chair creaks when you shift your weight, eyes rolling in annoyance when your foot tingles with pins and needles, the appendage forcing itself awake.
For how rich they are, youâd think the Zoldycks could afford comfortable seats at the very least.
A much larger hand covers your own, halting your repetitive tracing, and you shift your head to the left to be met with your fatherâs firm gaze, his mouth set in a line. You glance across the table to Silvaâs serious expression, then to Illumiâs blank one.
You lock eyes with the younger Zoldyck and something hot jolts in your belly, a deep ache settling between your legs. You linger a bit too long before returning your focus to your Father, who removes his hand from yours. You clear your throat, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
âYes, father?â
He raises an eyebrow, somewhat amused but hiding it well. âDid you hear anything that was discussed?â
Heat crawls up the back of your neck and into your cheeks, but you manage to keep your features neutral. âNo, Iâm sorry Father.â
âSilva and I have agreed to allow you to work with Illumi on this mission. We feel itâs best to have you both there,â your Father explains, gesturing towards Illumi. You blink twice, spine straightening, and your pride refuses to let you peak at Illumi and gauge his reaction. You know itâs non existent.
You hesitate, then nod. âI understand Father,â you assure. You turn to Silva with your chin raised. âIâll be an asset to this mission. I wonât hinder Illumi.â
The soft rustle of Illumi shifting, like he canât sit still, does not go unnoticed by you.
Silva looks as pleased as heâs capable of and dips his head in acknowledgment. âSee to it that you are. Illumi does not fail, and if this mission falls apart, youâll be the one who is punished.â
âShe will not fail,â your Father interrupts, tone sharp at the edges. âShe is just as capable as Illumi.â
Your Father and Silva stare each other down for a few tense seconds before Silva concedes, nodding once.
âVery well.â
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âIllumi, fuck,â you moan, tightening your fingers in his soft hair as your lids flutter. Your breath hitches when he sucks the sensitive skin of your inner knee between his lips, intent on leaving a dark hickey. âYou know youâre gonna get in trouble ifâ oh god!â You squeak. Illumiâs teeth bite down harder in an effort to stop you from continuing your sentence. âIf your Father finds out, Illumi.â You emphasize his name with a pointed yank to his hair.
Said manâs warm tongue suddenly sweeps up the crease between your pussy and thigh, causing your hips jerk in the direction of his mouth, eager for what comes next.
The dingy white walls and scratchy sheets of the motel bed do nothing to curb the warmth thatâs running thick and honeyed in your veins.
Illumi settles fully on his belly, placing his thumbs on either side of your pussy and spreads you apart. He distracted for a split second by how slick heâs gotten you, running his thumb over your pussy before meeting your heavy lidded stare with a bored one. The only evidence of his arousal is the dark pink flush on his cheeks.
And his rock hard cock.
âWhy are you concerned with that now?â He asks, tone somewhat annoyed. âYouâre aware Iâm not bothered by that.â Illumiâs tongue flicks your clit, determined to refocus on the drool worthy sight in front of him. âDonât you want me to eat your pussy?â
You curse, drawing your knees up and let your thighs fall open as wide as they can. âYou know that I do.â
âThen stop whining.â
Illumiâs skilled. Heâs precise and to the point, especially when it involves getting you to cum on his tongue. Then heâs in your face, leaving a few inches to separate you as his hair surrounds you, shielding you both from the outside world. When itâs the two of you, the pressure to be perfect fades to background noise.
One hand plants itself by your head, the other gripping the base of his shaft to steady himself. The slick tip bumps your clit, a brief, bright pleasure sparking in your pelvis, and then he shifts down to press forward and slide home.
Your moan is simultaneous with Illumiâs. His jaw clenches tight, eyes pinching together before flashing back open.
âMove,â you command. The assassin, whoâs never this compliant, drags his hips back halfway and pushes forward smoothly. The glide is so fucking slick, so fucking hot, and you loop your arms around his neck, tugging until his sweaty forehead lands on yours. The steady roll of his hips builds to a quick pace, the filthy smack of skin colliding filling the room.
Illumi wonât last long. Not after a mission like the one youâd had. It went well, but there was a tremendous amount of fighting, and the tense line of his shoulders shows how worked up he is. He starts to whine with every other breath, dark eyes intense and locked with yours.
Illumi grips one of your legs and shifts it until your knee hooks over his elbow, cock striking your g-spot with each pointed thrust. You cry out his name, pulling him as close as you can despite the awkward angle, and he starts to twitch inside you.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he whispers in a rush, breath hitching as he catches your lips in a kiss, all the emotion he struggles to voice shining through. He sucks on your lower lip and itâs over, pussy fluttering and squeezing Illumi until he makes a choked off sound, surging forward until his balls are snug to your ass. He cums with a broken moan, and you swallow the noise like youâre dying of thirst.
Thereâs little fanfare after, just a quiet moment where you hug him tight, prompting him to sneak his hands underneath your back to return the gesture. The embrace is sticky and sweaty, overheated.
Illumi places his forehead on your collarbone, brushes his lips over the swell of your breast and pants as he catches his breath. The knowledge that even someone as cool and collected as Illumi needs a moment to gather himself when heâs with you steadies your thundering heart.
âI couldnât be bothered to care what my Fatherâs opinion is. At least, not when it comes to you.â
âWell, that makes two of us.â
Illumiâs quiet laugh is the best thing youâve heard all night.
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Darius, he finds, is a man of perplexing mind, body, and spirit. The same man that coldly executes his traitors is the same man with tears in his eyes when Daniel emerges from the den, that hauls him into an embrace so crushing Daniel thinks heâll go to God that day anyway.
Darius is not a fool, but he wields honesty and sincerity as sharp as a blade, never steps away from his convictions while also allowing room for redefinition. He tears down all of Danielâs misgivings and years of disillusionment and pain, to make room for hope in a future.
Darius is not a perfect man. But to Daniel, he is a miracle.
One that gives him many headaches.
âHow has no one ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are?â
And one that reminds him he is far, far too old for this.
The other facet of Darius that gives Daniel constant pause and constant rumination, is how he uses his emotions. He is neither detached from them nor a slave to them. He carries them openly, not worn as an armor or exposed as a weakness, but instead carried like a tool, honed finely to use for any conquest to the answers he seeks.
So yes, Daniel is aware that while Darius means this compliment, he is goading Daniel for a specific response.
Daniel clears his throatâignores that Darius poorly hides a smile behind his handâand fans out a roll of parchment to look over the records with the king.
âI know I say it often.â Darius tilts his head to rest it in his fist. âYet you always deflect and hide away from it. I cannot tell if this is aversion or if no one has ever paid you due compliment for how radiant you are. If itâs the former, I shall stop. If itâs the latter, then I must continue to rectify this at all opportunities.â
Usually Daniel would deflect, though not when Darius calls him out on it. Heâs long grown out of blushing. So he rubs at the tension between his brows with a sigh.
âDonât make such flagrant assumptions with no evidence to back them, my king,â Daniel replies, with his most level advisory tone he can muster. âI was a young man once. You are not the first.â
He doesnât know why he entertains this, but he does know it makes his heart race when Dariusâs eyes light up with intrigue. Lord help him.
âOh? Pray tell, who?â
Daniel rolls his eyes up and slowly counts to three. âJust about all the royal courts Iâve served when not trying to kill me.â
Dariusâs brows predictably raise. He is quiet for a moment, schooling his reaction that Daniel wishes he would read. âI see.â
His mouth turns, a fine line of contemplation, and then asks, âWere there advances?
Of course there were. He wonders where this will go, if Darius will rear jealousy or pride over just how many have made a point to break Daniel down into his features and not his heart.
âDare I answer that?â
Dariusâs mouth tightens. âWas their reciprocity in those advances?â
No.
Daniel looks away. âI remember being summoned here for taxes, King Darius.â
Darius hums softly.
âI apologize for overstepping. I never intended to open old wounds.â
He is so disarming, his ability to reach past ever defense and seek Daniel exactly for what he is. His sheer strength and respect for anotherâs state of being will always rattle him to the core. Daniel looks back to him.
âItâs alright.â
Darius studies him, unwilling to break from their eye-contact and Daniel finds himself accidentally caught in the thousands of ruminations flickering in those warm eyes.
Darius sighs and straightens up. He leans across the table, palm fanning out of the parchment so that his fingertips brush the side of Danielâs palm.
âAs it stands,â Darius murmurs. âI did not know you as a young man. Has anyone ever told you how you shine now?â
Danielâs cheeks heat before he can remind them he is not a teenager anymore.
âI donât need flattery.â
âIâm not.â Darius leans down closer and Daniel shivers at the suddenness of their shared body heat. âI also have no intention of advances.â
Darius plucks the parchment from the desk, and steps away from his space. Like the pull of gravity Daniel nearly follows the impossible force of him as he retreats.
He peeks over the paperwork with a glint like a sheer devil. Danielâs mouth twitches. He bites.
âThese bones are not made for initiation anymore,â Daniel supplies, and Dariusâs eyes squint up from behind the scroll with a clear grin.
âI find your tongue more than persuasive enough.â
Oh, the lions were easier to tame.
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"Oh, the lions were easier to tame." AAAAAHH!
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She liked this, having such an effect on him. Never in a thousand years would Bekah have ever thought herself capable of attracting someone like Ben, and yet here he was, grinding against her in ardent need as though she possessed an ounce of sex appeal. And he thought he was the one who had her fooledâŚ
Panting hard, she rolled her hips into his touch as he fingered her, fighting the urge to moan and make herself look all the more pathetic. Instead, she opted to suck along his pulse, laving her tongue over the spot before giving him a naughty little love bite, the force just fervent enough for him to sense as she palmed his erection with mounting impatience. Fuck, he was big. The thought of him inside her again caused her heat to throb with aching need.
"I told you I was turned on -- it was you who made damn sure I stayed that way..."
"Careful, Ben," she teased, brushing her lips across his shoulder, "All that power will go to my head."
"Though I have no real complaints. Men love being the two H's: horny and hungry."
"Sorry, I can only help you with one of those things."
He laughed softly against her neck, making her melt into his touch. As he pulled down her shorts and underwear, she tugged at his shirt, shameless in her protesting of its presence. Before she could respond to his 'attacking' comment, however, Ben hoisted her up onto the island counter, prompting her to softly squeak in surprise.
"There's no butter, so you're safe," he breathily promised, to which she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up and get to it already..." Bekah smirked in response, wrapping her legs around him so she could trap him against her.
Ben removed her camisole, making the countertop cold against her bare back as she gazed up at him with eagerness aflicker in her eyes. Quickly, his lips returned to her neck, dragging down her chest. His cock pressed against her inner thigh and she shivered through a moan, unable to suppress it this time.
"I assume you don't want foreplay," he muttered while he sucked her skin. "Not to show off or anything, but you already seem plenty warmed up."
"If you're trying to be subtle about your smugness, you're failing."
That's when held up his soiled fingers as evidence. Bekah watched slack jawed as he slid them into his mouth. Fuck...
"You really are an asshole..." she panted, unable to stand it any longer.
Any smart remarks she had left were swiftly silenced when his hardened tip aligned with her entrance. A shiver shot up her spine and she tightly gripped at the island's edges, tilting her head back with a soft whimper as she rolled her hips up in offering.
"Please...?"
"Foreplay or no?" he asked again, no doubt enjoying this a little too much.
"No," she breathed, eyes pleading, "Dammit, Ben. Fuck me!"
âI never claimed innocence. But itâs no secret Iâm a disaster. You, on the other hand, arenât in quite as much disarray,â Rebekah fired back, breathy as she parted her legs.Â
Ben smiled. "Hmm. Well, it's good to know I have you fooled," he murmured against her neck, already distracted as she started grinding her clit into his strokes.
Her right leg lifted and hooked around his waist, edging his hips into her inner thigh until she rocked into his swelling arousal, his body half-hard and aching.
"Fuck," he hissed, laughing despite his gritted teeth. Low-lashed and breathing hard, he sank two fingers inside her wetness just as she nudged her knee up against his cock. He jerked at the contact and shuddered. While driving his digits in and out of her clenching warmth, he withdrew enough to meet her heady gaze. Rebekah, too, appeared wholly upended, and the sight was enough to make his knees wobble.
âYou initiated this time,â she reminded him, âso you tell me. Wouldnât be any less obscene than what we were about to do to that pie.âÂ
Ben grinned. "Did I initiate, though?" he asked. "I told you I was turned on -- it was you who made damn sure I stayed that way...though I have no real complaints. Men love being the two H's: horny and hungry."
By way of answer, he carefully edged the pizza toward the far side of the counter, keeping it safe from any potential bumping or excitable movements. "We'll save it for later," he reassured. "If you're going to keep attacking me like this, I'll need to keep up my strength."
With soft laughter, Ben resumed kissing her neck, the dip along her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, and all the while took care to ease down her shorts and panties. The thought of, Well, that's not very sanitary crossed his mind, but he silenced his typical caution and instead, hefted Rebekah upward so that she was perched on the edge of the island.
"There's no butter, so you're safe," he breathily promised, alluding to their earlier joke. Skimming his fingers beneath her camisole top, he stripped the fabric from her lithe frame and resumed kissing along her neck and chest, his hips writhing against her inner leg with impatience while he set to work on unfastening his trousers.
"I assume you don't want foreplay," he muttered against her neck, lightly sucking at the skin. "Not to show off or anything, but you already seem plenty warmed up."
Almost smug, Ben held up his soiled fingers as evidence, then slid them into his mouth with a brief skim of his tongue. The reminder of her taste, of the way she'd sighed and arched, and yanked at his hair just an hour prior made him throb, and impatient, he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and aligned her with his cock, grinding down into her wetness.
"Foreplay or no?" he asked again, tightening his hold on her waist.
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AN: Hellooo, a few people told me they liked the story so Iâm back with part 2. Please please let me know if I should continue. Iâm actually really enjoying writing this and I have ideas of where I want it to go if people are interested.
Itâll Always Be Her Part II
The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting warm, soft streaks across the bed. Paige stirred first, her eyes fluttering open. A peaceful calm washed over her as she took in the sight of Azzi sleeping beside her, the morning light catching the subtle contours of her face. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks. She looked beautiful in every sense, Paige couldnât help but smile, the sight filling her chest with an unfamiliar lightness.
She didnât feel the usual pang of guilt or confusion. Not this time.
Azzi shifted slightly, her brow furrowing as she blinked herself awake. Slowly her eyes found Paigeâs, still groggy but already catching the look in Paigeâs gaze. That lookâa mixture of curiosity, affection, and something deeperâwas unmistakable. It sent a ripple through Azzi that she immediately understood but knew they werenât quite ready to act on.
âGood morning,â Paige whispered, her voice soft but carrying an edge of playfulness.
Azzi smirked lazily, her voice low and a little raspy. âMorning, Youâre staring.â
Paige chuckled, her cheeks warming slightly. âMaybe, Youâre just really pretty when youâre not yelling at me to wake up.â
Azzi rolled her eyes but laughed, the sound rich and warm. âIâll keep that in mind for tomorrow.â She stretched a little bit but her arms stayed around Paige, drawing her back into their cozy tangle. âSo, whatâs on your agenda today, superstar?â
Paige leaned in slightly, their faces close enough that their foreheads nearly touched. âMmm, not much. Gotta deal with a test, and weâve got practice, of course.â
âSounds thrilling,â Azzi teased, her hand lightly brushing against Paigeâs arm. âThink you can keep up with me today?â
Paige arched a brow, a playful glint in her eyes. âKeep up? Please. Youâve been trailing me on the court for weeks.â
Azzi snorted softly. âThatâs cute, Youâre cute when youâre delusional.â
The banter flowed effortlessly, their voices barely above a whisper, intimate in the quiet morning. With each exchange, they seemed to draw impossibly closer, their breathing syncing, their words punctuated by the occasional brush of hands or shift of legs.
Paigeâs heart raced as Azziâs gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes. She felt the weight of the moment, the pull between them stronger than ever.
âYou know,â Paige murmured, her voice carrying a hint of something unspoken, âif we donât get out of bed soon, weâll be late for lifting.â
âProbably,â Azzi replied, but she made no move to leave, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along Paigeâs arm.
Their faces were inches apart now, breaths mingling, Paige could feel the heat radiating from Azzi, and for a fleeting second, she thought about closing that last bit of distance. Azzi seemed to be thinking the same, her hand moving to gently rest on Paigeâs hip.
The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to make the next move.
Then without warning Azziâs smile faltered slightly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. âPaige,â she said softly, careful not to hurt the older girl's feelings, her tone shifting. âWe canât.â
Paige frowned, the warmth in her chest dimming. âWhy not?â
Azzi sighed, her hand moving up to rest lightly on Paigeâs arm. âJess,â she said simply. âWe both know this..we canât go there while sheâs still in the picture.â
Paige groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. âI was going to break things off with her,â she said, her frustration evident. âBefore she dropped the family stuff on me. I was ready, Azzi.â
Azziâs gaze softened. âI know. But doing it now? Over text, while sheâs dealing with all of that? You donât want to be that person, Paige. And youâre not.â
Paige exhaled heavily, running a hand through her hair. âIt just feels soâŚmessy. I donât know how much longer I can keep pretending everythingâs fine.â
Azzi shifted closer, her voice gentle. âWeâll figure it out. JustâŚwait until sheâs back. Talk to her face-to-face.â
Paige nodded reluctantly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, I guess youâre right.â
As she sat up, ready to start her day, Azziâs eyes followed her. Paige was halfway to stretching when she caught Azzi openly raking her gaze up her body, lingering for just a beat too long.
"Really?" Paige teased, raising an eyebrow.
Azzi didnât even try to deny it, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Can you blame me?"
Paige crossed her arms, leaning slightly to one side. "Youâre supposed to be the responsible one, remember? Telling me to wait and all that."
Azzi shrugged, her eyes still shamelessly drinking Paige in. "I never said I wasnât tempted."
Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "Weâre waiting," she said, her tone firm, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her resolve.
Azzi bit her lip, her smirk deepening as she slowly got out of bed. "If you say so." Her gaze lingered just a moment longer before she turned, the sway of her hips deliberate as she headed toward the bathroom.
Paige watched her go, muttering under her breath, "Impossible."
Azzi glanced back over her shoulder, catching Paigeâs eye one last time. "You love it," she said with a wink, disappearing through the doorway.
âŚ
The weight room buzzed with energy, the sound of clanging metal and low chatter filling the air. Paige and Azzi ended up in separate lifting groups, but that didnât stop them from finding each other across the room.
Every time Paige moved to adjust a bar or add weight, sheâd catch Azziâs eye. The smirk that played on Azziâs lips whenever their gazes met sent a thrill through her. Azzi, for her part, seemed to always be positioned just rightâeither brushing past Paige or standing close enough for their arms to graze when they crossed paths.
Paige wasnât subtle, either. Her eyes lingered on Azziâs toned frame when she thought no one was watching, appreciating the effortless way she moved.
Caroline, spotting Azzi leaning against a squat rack, sauntered over, towel slung over her shoulder. âAlright, spill,â she said, her tone playful but pointed. âWhatâs going on between you and Paige? Because whatever it is, you two are about as subtle as a KK coming into a room and the whole room can feel the tension.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly as she picked up a kettlebell. âWhat are you talking about?â
Caroline gave her a deadpan look. âDonât play dumb. The eye contact, the lingering touches, the whole...thing.â She gestured vaguely in Paigeâs direction. âCome on, Iâm not blind.â
Azzi sighed, setting the kettlebell down. âItâs...complicated.â She wiped her hands on her shorts, her gaze flickering back to Paige, who was busy adjusting her grip on a barbell. âWe want each other. That much is obvious.â
Caroline snorted. âYeah, no kidding. So, whatâs stopping you?â
Azzi hesitated, her voice lowering. âPaige has a girlfriend. Jess.â
Caroline wrinkled her nose. âJess? The one whoâs been a total bitch to you since day one? Please. Why does that even matter? What does that have to do with you two?â
Azzi let out a short laugh, shaking her head. âI mightâve given her a few reasons to be upset.â
Caroline raised an eyebrow. âLike what?â
Azzi hesitated, then gave a wry smile. âLetâs just say Iâm not exactly subtle when Jess is around.â She shrugged, almost sheepishly. âIâll admit, I push it a bit sometimesâmaking Paige laugh, leaning in close, touching her just enough to make her flustered. All while Jess is watching.â
Carolineâs eyebrows shot up. âWow. Bold move.â
Azzi leaned against the squat rack, her smirk returning. âOnly because of how rude Jess is to me. From the moment we met, sheâs been cold, making snide comments. I wouldnât normally do it, but she brings it out of me.â
Caroline tilted her head, curious. âLike what? What does she say?â
Azzi shrugged. âLittle things. She questions why Iâm always around, makes passive-aggressive comments about me crashing at Paigeâs place. Stuff like that. So, yeah, I might wear Paigeâs hoodie when Jess is visiting. And, yeah, Iâve been known to brush my hand against Paigeâs back or shoulder, just to see if I can get a reaction.â She grinned wickedly. âPaige gets this cute little blush every time.â
Caroline laughed, shaking her head. âYouâre evil.â
Azzi grinned wider. âMaybe. But I wouldnât do it if Jess wasnât so nasty all the time. Itâs not like I go out of my way to make things worse. Most of the time, Jess does that all on her own.â
Caroline considered this, then shrugged. âStill, if Paige is letting it happen, that says something. You sure sheâs even into Jess?â
Azziâs eyes softened as she looked across the room, where Paige was adjusting weights on a barbell. âSheâs loyal,â Azzi said quietly. âAnd she feels guilty. Thatâs why she hasnât ended it yet.â
Azziâs gaze drifted back to Paige, who was stretching now, her shirt riding up just slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. Paige caught Azzi looking and shot her a playful glare, which only made Azzi grin wider.
Caroline rolled her eyes at the two. âScrew timing then. Jess isnât here, and it sounds like she doesnât treat Paige that great anyway. Why are you holding back for someone who barely even likes you and who Paige is barely in a relationship with?â
Azzi considered that, her gaze softening as she watched Paige laugh at something one of her teammates said. âGood question,â she said quietly.
Paige glanced up then, her eyes meeting Azziâs. The air between them seemed to spark, the weight room fading into the background for a moment. Paigeâs gaze flickered down Azziâs body, lingering just a little too long, before she quickly looked away, cheeks faintly pink.
Caroline nudged Azzi with a knowing grin. âSee? Youâre wasting time.â
Azzi smirked, picking up her towel. âMaybe youâre right,â she murmured. âWhy should I push aside what I want for someone I barely know?â
With renewed determination, Azzi grinned to herself. Over the next few weeks, sheâd turn up the heat. Subtle glances and light brushes wouldnât cut it. Sheâd make sure Paige felt everything she did.
âTime to step up my game,â Azzi said, her tone full of resolve.
Caroline laughed, slapping Azzi on the back. âNow thatâs the Azzi I know.â
âŚ
Paige adjusted the weights on her barbell, her mind far from the task at hand. Her thoughts kept drifting back to that morning, to the way Azziâs warm body felt against hers, the low murmur of her voice, and that damn smirk. The memory of Azziâs lipsâsoft, so closeâsent a shiver down her spine. She clenched her jaw, trying to focus, but it was impossible.
Her eyes wandered, almost involuntarily, back to Azzi across the room. The other girl was effortlessly beautiful, her skin glistening under the gymâs harsh fluorescent lights, her curls pulled into a loose bun that seemed to defy gravity. Paige's gaze lingered on the curve of her shoulders, the way her muscles flexed with every movement, and those lips, parted slightly as she concentrated.
God, she was a distraction.
The worst part was the heat building inside herâfrustration, desire, and something softer, more dangerous. Sheâd tried to ignore it, to bury it under excuses and loyalty to Jess. But this morning, tangled up in Azzi, it was impossible to deny. She wanted her. She wanted the girl with the dark curls, the quick wit, and the way she always made Paige feel like the only person in the room.
And the way Azzi looked at herâŚlike she knew exactly what Paige was thinking, like she was waiting for her to break.
Paige exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus as one of her teammates called out that it was her turn to lift. She stepped up to the barbell, wiping her hands on her shorts, but not before catching Azziâs eyes.
Azzi was staring at her, and for a moment, everything else faded. There was something different in her expression nowâa determination that sent a thrill through Paige. It wasnât just teasing or flirtation anymore. It was a challenge, a promise, a silent declaration.
Paigeâs heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, gripping the barbell tightly as she prepared for her set. But even as she lifted, the weight pressing down on her shoulders, her mind stayed on Azzi.
What was she planning? And how much longer could Paige resist?
âŚ
Later that night the suite buzzed with energy, the air thick with laughter, playful banter, and the occasional sound of someone dramatically yelling about losing at cards. The movie was more of a formality now, its dialogue drowned out by the teamâs antics. Paige sat on the couch, her legs stretched out comfortably, but her focus was entirely elsewhere.
Azzi was beside her, close enough that their arms brushed every now and then, each touch igniting a spark that neither could ignore. Paige felt bold tonightâbolder than sheâd expected. Maybe it was the residual energy from the morning or the way Azzi kept glancing at her, but she found herself leaning into the tension.
"You always this handsy during movie night?" Paige teased, her voice low enough that only Azzi could hear.
Azzi smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Only when the companyâs good," she shot back, letting her fingers briefly graze Paigeâs forearm.
Paigeâs lips quirked up as she tilted her head toward Azzi, her voice dropping to a playful murmur. "You might want to be careful. People could get ideas."
Azzi chuckled, leaning closer, her curls brushing against Paigeâs cheek. "Let them," she whispered.
For a moment, they simply sat there, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. But Paige wasnât content to let Azzi have all the fun tonight. As the roomâs energy shifted, with some teammates moving around to grab more snacks, Paige stood up. She circled the couch and came up behind Azzi, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Azzi was mid-conversation with Ice when Paige leaned down, her breath warm against Azziâs ear. "You know," Paige whispered, her voice just loud enough for Azzi to hear, "youâre making it really hard for me to focus tonight."
Azzi froze for a split second, her eyes widening before she quickly masked her reaction. "Oh, am I?" she said, her voice a little breathier than usual.
Paige grinned, enjoying the rare sight of Azzi flustered. She let her fingers trail lightly over Azziâs shoulder as she pulled back, returning to her seat.
Azzi turned her head slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Youâre trouble, blondie," she muttered under her breath, her lips curving into a small smile.
Paige arched a brow, her eyes glinting with playful challenge. "Takes one to know one."
The night went on, but the game between them only intensified. Azzi wasnât about to let Paigeâs sudden boldness go unanswered. She leaned in closer during conversations, her touches lingering a little longer, her voice softer and more intimate.
At one point, Azzi let her hand rest on Paigeâs thigh for a moment too long as she reached for her drink, her thumb brushing against the fabric. Paige felt her breath catch, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in, her voice a teasing murmur. "Careful, Azzi. Youâre making it hard to behave."
Azziâs smirk was immediate. "Good," she whispered back, her eyes locked on Paigeâs. "I wasnât planning on making it easy."
The room around them faded further into the background as they continued their unspoken dance. Paige felt a heady mix of exhilaration and frustration as the night wore on, each shared glance, each touch, pushing them closer to a line neither was ready to cross.
When the movie ended and teammates started to gather their things, Azzi stood, stretching casually. Paige couldnât help but watch the way her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of toned skin. Azzi caught her staring and bit her lip, her eyes flicking down Paigeâs form in return.
"You heading to bed, P?" Azzi asked, her voice laced with suggestion.
Paige crossed her arms, leaning casually against the couch. "Maybe. You planning to behave yourself tonight?"
Azzi stepped closer, her smirk widening. "Depends," she said, her voice dropping. "Will it be more fun if I donât?"
Paige laughed softly, shaking her head. "Youâre impossible," she said, though the warmth in her tone betrayed how much she was enjoying this.
Azzi shrugged, biting her lip before turning toward the bathroom. But before she could get far, Paige reached out, gently grabbing her wrist.
"Wait," Paige said, her voice softer now, her eyes searching Azziâs. "What changed? This morning, you were the one telling me we needed to slow down because of Jess."
Azzi tilted her head, her expression softening. "I thought about it," she said simply. "And I realizedâŚI want you. Iâm not going to ignore that anymore." Her eyes flicked to Paigeâs lips for a second before meeting her gaze again. "But Iâd never let you do something that goes against who you are. Thatâs not how this works."
Paige blinked, her throat tight. She felt the weight of Azziâs words settle over her, the pull between them growing stronger by the second.
Paige lingered in the living room for a moment, her thoughts swirling as her teammates filtered out one by one. The air still buzzed with the energy of the night, but she knew she wouldnât find any calm out here. With a deep breath, she pushed off the couch and headed toward her bedroom.
When she stepped inside, the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Azzi, who was already tucked into bed. She was scrolling through her phone, her curls spilling over the pillow in effortless waves. She looked up as Paige entered, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.
Paige leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Settling in, huh?" she said, her voice light but laced with teasing.
Azzi chuckled, setting her phone on the nightstand. "You know it," she replied, her eyes flicking up to meet Paigeâs.
Paige shook her head, smiling as she grabbed her sleep clothes from a drawer. "Youâd better behave tonight," she said over her shoulder as she changed.
Azzi propped herself up on one elbow, her smirk widening. "What? You think Iâm plotting something?" she teased, her tone playful but with that familiar edge of suggestion.
Paige turned back to her, hands on her hips. "I wouldnât put it past you."
Azzi laughed softly, her gaze warm. "Relax," she said, patting the space beside her. "I just expect the usual cuddles. Nothing moreâŚunless youâre offering."
Paige rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her. "Youâre impossible," she muttered, climbing into bed.
As she settled under the covers, Azzi shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Paigeâs waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. Paige let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the familiar comfort of Azziâs embrace.
"Goodnight, Azzi," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that wasnât there earlier.
"Goodnight, Paige," Azzi whispered back, her tone light but sincere.
Despite the tension that had simmered between them all day, the comfort of their closeness made everything feel just a little bit easier. Paige closed her eyes, a small smile lingering on her lips as sleep began to pull her under.
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iâm pretty surprised that you can be in a fandom without really checking the tags regularly for new content or discussions thatâs pretty impressive
ive got twitter for that and twitter has shown me enough as is
#snap chats#i dont even check twitter specifically for rgg its just that my algorithms been formed that way cause friends send me tweets#on the real though jvALEKJEKL ive always. how you say. played with dolls alone#so being alone online isnt hard or anything particularly 'impressive' to me its just how i roll#ive always lived in my head i guess- with my interests that is. its fun up there vlkeajkla#i still like to hear from other people of course but for the most part im happy with just myself im not all that pressed for others#i think its also just. i have. other interests? so i dont really think i want to look at One Particular Thing that day. at least for tumblr#i MIGHT just cause thats how the day goes but i dont think 'i feel like looking at rgg art today'#whatever i see I See and that'll be that yk i love a lot of things and think of a lot of things#evidently SOME things take a hold of me more than others- or ill wanna be more public bout it at least#but thats jsut cause i just feel SO MUCH for Whatever Thing It Is At The Time that i want to share it. so then i do jvlskjs#with that in mind can i really say im 'in' a fandom when i dont particularly interact with it LMAO#again always happy to do so but im like an estranged uncle if anything#come over once a year to drop gifts off then i leave. ill still respond to holiday cards though if theyre sent#also for discussions ill usually just talk to my brother about it since he'll usually be The Main Sponge for my rambling LOLOL#god's strongest soldier i promise i try to hold back but im afraid i feel my brain physically tickle my skull#my brother always has to watch in real time me be consumed by a piece of media. like its a symbiote its really funny#cause at this point we'll meet in the kitchen and ill start like 'you know whats really funny..'#and he'll just. 'ok so who's it about today' LIKE PLEAAAASSSEEE. anyways prepare for my ninth 90 minute lecture about This Character#i also have a friend that i talk about my interests with- not all the time but enough that im like. Yeah Im Good Talkin Bout This#like the dopamine in my brain is activated JUST enough when i get to have quick short convos bout it with her#honestly maybe i should use my blacklisted main and rb ALL of my sideblog posts there#just so the people following that can Also witness me be consumed in real time <- will not do this
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âDIGIMONâBUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY!â
⯠OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER
â summary: your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimonâdespite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring effortsâcan't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? college au.
â cw: virgin!satoru, gentle sex then rough sex , spanking (ass & pussy), slight sugar daddy/baby dynamic, coercion, dubcon, ecchi/pervy/freak nasty satoru, apprehensive bimbo!reader scared to nut, reader is also a bit of a tsundere brat but this isn't brat taming per se, oral fixation, toe licking, riding, prone bone, missionary, pussy eating, deep-throating, forced gagging, fingering, squirting, edging, olfactophilia, hand-job, protected & unprotected sex, bdsm references, masturbation, bit of somnophilia, pet names: Bunny (reader is called that in lieu of y/n), suggestions of geto x reader, mentions of satosugu and shokohime.
â a/n: in my crack smut bag again cause this white haired demon wont let me rest until i write this nasty shit. fr tho this fic 13.3k and literally 10k of it is Gojo fucking you six ways to sunday. fyi this is the same y/n from nerd!geto but this is a different version of that AU where suguru is the one who has rizz and satoru is the nerd. y'all better read this or i'll never write gojo again istg lmfao. also shoutout to @halosdiary for beta reading and telling me it was good enough to post lol.
eta: y'all won. its a series now lol
âFUCK YEAH, LETâS GO!!! I ALONE AM THE CHAMPION OF THE DIGITAL WORLD!!!â
Startled by Gojoâs sudden outburstâyou nearly rolled off the bed.Â
Thankfully Suguru is sitting next to you and caught you before you fell off completely.Â
Fully energized by his win Gojo sprang up from his elaborate PC setup, bouncing around the room in celebration. Fist-pumping the air he couldnât contain his excitement after winning the Tokyo Regional Qualifiers for the Digimon Online TCG.Â
âGuys, hey guys! See! I told you Iâd win! Iâm the strongest! The digidestined!â
You and Suguru exchanged exasperated glances before side-eyeing the hell out of Gojo.
This went on for a good 10 minutes so you had since returned to mindlessly scrolling TikTok, not wanting to encourage your grown-ass-almost-22-years-old-best-friendâs excitement over a childrenâs game.
âYou sure showed those middle schoolers, Toru.â
Suguru quips with a smile. Heâs clearly being sarcastic but Gojo is unfazedânothing could damper his mood.
âDamn straight I did!â
Both you and Suguru have to chuckle, rolling your eyes at his childish enthusiasm.Â
Despite the shared sentiment of annoyance over your best friendâs hobbies, you both were just happy to have Gojo back again. Two long years had passed since his parents made him travel the world on a rotation program, tasked with visiting the various Six-Vision Industries offices he would one day inherit.Â
Being the nerdy genius he was, Gojo stacked a mass of university level credits in high school. So even with missing the first two years of college heâd still be joining you as a third year at your university come fall.Â
After being apart for so long it was refreshing to hang out again and kicking it at Gojoâs mansion had been a daily occurrence since the start of the summer. Although things had definitely changed in the two years Gojo had been away there was one thing that certainly hadnât.
Gojo was still a fucking huge otaku nerd.Â
Youâd thought his time spent in the business world would have matured him. However, being abroad, away from his friends and spending all day around the âstinky old fogeys in suitsâ as he called them, only made him retreat further into otakudom.Â
That much was evident as his collection of posters, figures and manga had somehow only seemed to grow even with him away.Â
âAlright, while I just would love to stick around and hear more about you destroying the dreams of 12 year olds Toruâbeach girl just texted me, gotta bounce!â
Suguru tries to leave but Toru clings onto him practically spider monkeying himself onto his back in an effort to get him to stay.Â
âSugu! Donât leave! Weâve already been apart from each other for too long~~â
Sighing, Suguru attempts to pry his incorrigible bestie off of him.
âSatoru, you just spent the last 5 hours playing Digimon acting like me and Bunny werenât even here. Iâm sure if you go back to playing you won't even miss me.â
Gojo continues to pout as he whines for Suguru to stay.
âBut I miss you already Sugu!â
Gojo presses his cheek against Suguruâs as Suguruâs eyebrow begins to twitch.
âI know! Invite your date here! Our chef is 10 times better than any restaurant youâd go to and you know we have an infinity pool grotto and onsen!
While the offer was tempting as any potential date would be thoroughly wowed by the decadent splendor that was the Gojo Family ResidenceâSuguru would also thoroughly cuck himself once his date was given the grand tour.Â
Particularly the stop which included Gojoâs anime figure and otaku memorabilia rooms.Â
While a good number of them were harmlessly nerdy shonen or slightly ecchi isekai figuresâthe rest? Well the rest contained every kind of freak nasty hentai figure you could think ofâshibari, futanari and even the classic La Blue Girl tentacle dioramasâit was like a horny museum.Â
Although at this point it should be considered a horny mausoleum as no woman who walked in would be walking out still in the moodâit was surely a place where horny went to die.
âUh yeah, sure next time ToruâŚ.â
Suguru reaches back to pat Gojo on the head reassuringly.Â
Lying as he was more than certain there wouldnât be a next time. There wasnât even going to be dinnerâthis was purely a hookup situation.Â
â...but sheâs already waiting for me outside my placeâgotta run!â
Realizing Gojo still wasnât letting go, Suguru sighs realizing this would require him utilizing his Judo training.Â
In one swift movement, Suguru manages to shoulder-wheel Gojo and toss him onto the other side of his massive bed. The bed rebounds as he lands, slightly lifting you off your belly but you still are more interested in your phone.Â
This isnât the first time Suguru has Judo thrown Gojo off of him (likely wouldnât be the last either).
Saying quick goodbyes before Gojo could recover, Suguru manages to slip away.
âTraitor!!! So much for bros before hoes!â
Utterly dejected, Gojo crawls up next to you on his massive bed.
âAt least I still have you here Bunny.â
âUh, not to pile on but you know Iâm only here until Shoko and Utahime text me they are ready to go to the mall, right? Iâm in dire need of a new handbag!â
Now clinging on to you Gojo throws another small tantrum as the weight of half his sinewy body presses into your back, his lean muscular arms wrapping around your shoulders.
âNot you too, Bunny puhleeease!â
Youâve known each other since you were in diapers so it wasnât odd for you, him or Suguru to be found giving the others platonic cuddles like thisâoften all together too. The both of them were always so much bigger than you so you often enjoyed the comfort and security of always being the filling in the cuddle sandwich.
Gojo rests his chin on your shoulder watching as you continue scrolling TikTok. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before his irritatingly hyperactive nature gets the best of him, and he starts poking around your phone to click on other videos that werenât the 'mystery and makeup' ones you were watching.
âToru, you know you could get a lot of your own hoes to hang out with if you werenât such a huge otaku nerdâŚâ
You had to swat Gojoâs hand away again as he tries to click on another prank video and he rolls off of you with a frustrated sigh.Â
â...youâre almost as good looking as SuguruâŚâ
Muttering the last part of that under your breath. Arguably Gojoâs features were just as if not more striking than Suguruâs.Â
He was too hot himself for all of it to go to waste for being such a big dork.
âIâm sure Sugu would be happy to teach you âthe way of the fuckboyâ if you asked Toruâthat is if youâd actually go out clubbing like a normal 21 year old.â
âWhy would I do that though? My house is 100 times better than a club!âÂ
TouchĂŠ.Â
While no one in your friend group was what someone would consider poor, Gojoâs wealth paled in comparison to anyone elseâs and that went without saying. Heâd had everythingâif not moreâthan even the nicest tokyo club had. This was all thanks to his parents as socialites in their own right, often entertaining businessmen, dignitaries or foreign representatives with their ultra-exclusive parties.
âBesides, it wouldn't workââ
Gojo continued to pout.
ââSuguru would just get all the hoes anyway.âÂ
Easily able to walk up to even the most standoffish looking women, Suguru would have them reduced to bashful school girls in under 5 minutes. The women were always willing to hand over their numbers or drop any immediate plans to hang out with Suguru instead.
A good number of them had boyfriends already too.
Yet despite having the looks, Gojo opening his mouth ruined any advantage his lustrous blue eyes, exotic snow white hair and sharp handsome features gave him.
âWell, Suguru has a normal 21 year oldâs room for starters, Toru. Not full of nerdy ass anime posters and Digimon tournament trophies.â
Gojo goes quiet.Â
Driven from an early age to fill his head with knowledge of politics, technology, and international business relations, he spent the precious free time he did get with his friends or consumed by his own interests. Interests which just happened to be a bunch of otaku shitâDigimon in particular.Â
It was an escape heâd cherished as a child and that didnât change growing into adulthood either, if anything he needed it more now.
When Gojo doesnât answer you look over to see him actually sulking for real nowâface buried in a giant Agumon pillow plushie.Â
What a crybaby.Â
But the crybaby was one of your besties so you decided to lighten the mood and tease him a little.
âYa know ToruuuuâŚ.you could just fuck Sugu then. Donât think I havenât seen yâall get a lilâ handsy during our cuddles!â
You give him a playful smirk and mime grabby hands at him.
âOh and you havenât? Donât act like you wouldnât fuck Suguru either!â
No longer appearing mopey, Gojo is up and laughing again. Mission Accomplished.
âHey! I never said I wouldnât but this isnât about me, this is about you finally getting some play!â
You snap back but youâre blushing.
Like damn, who hadnât thought about fucking Suguru though?Â
âIt's not the same if he makes me bottom! Plus no one thinks I can get pussy!â
Gojo grumbles, hugging his Agumon plushie to his cheek.Â
You canât help but notice how cute and baby girl he looks all pouty.Â
Heâd definitely get women lining up around the block of his huge ass mansion if he could at least get to the dating phase without giving out the otaku ick.Â
âBecause you canât GojoâHoes donât want to fuck guys who play Digimon!â
âBut youâre a hoe and you like digimon too!â
Turning to look at him, youâd had half a mind to slap the shit out of Satoru but he had said it so earnestly. There was no sass nor malice behind his words.Â
Besides, you were a hoe. That wasnât something you ever denied.
You sigh.Â
âYeah I am a hoe now and Iâkeywordâliked Digimon. But that was back when I was a kid, Toru!â
Gojo scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âListen, youâre my friend so mâgonna keep it a buck with youâa guy concerned with being digidestined is definitely not pussy destined, you digidork!â
You playfully hit him with the pillow you were laying on, not wanting him to start sulking again.Â
Finally stimulated by something interesting Gojo wastes no time joining the pillow fight you initiated and you tussle with him on the bed until you both are exhausted and out of breath.Â
Of course you come out of it victorious though. By the end youâd pinned both the pillows and Toru under you.Â
Gojo however is back to pouting.
âUgh, Bunny seriously thoughâI canât go into junior year of college as a virgin!â
You smirk at his complaints as the answer is obvious.
âThrow away your figures and digimon cards then.â
âIâd rather die.â
âA virgin? At this rate you will.â
Gojo huffs in defeat as you settle comfortably on top of him this time.Â
Youâre about to reach for your phone again until you see a curious look flash across his faceâthe kind of look he always had as a kid when he thought of a hair-brain scheme that would lead to getting you all in trouble.
âToruâwhat is it? And why do I have the feeling mânot gonna like it?â
You pull away cautiously, but his large hands grip your waist, stopping you and causing you to squeak in surprise.
âHm, I dunnoâwas just thinkinâ... why donât you fuck me, Bunny?â
Your deadpan expression has Gojo scrambling, holding you closer in a vice grip when you try to squirm away.Â
âHey! Wait, Iâm serious! Come on, Bunny! I need the experience and you always tell us about all your hookups! You have the experienceâhelp a guy out!â
Staring at him skeptically you considered.
I mean sure, you always thought Gojo was attractive, more so since he returned this summer nearly a half a foot tallerâbut he was Gojo Satoru.
Your dorky, goofy, pervy otaku bestie practically since birth!Â
You couldnât just go and fuck him could you?
God, you could only imagine the taunts youâd get if word got out. Your friend group would never let you live it down!Â
âNah Toruâthat would be too weird!â
âHuh, how come? You said I was almost as attractive as Suguru earlier!â
You stiffen.
Fuck, heâd heard that after all.Â
âOoo, ooo! Annnnd, you said last week you wanted a sugar daddy⌠Well, hi! Iâm right here!â
The huge grin on his face has you frowning although more so because he was actually making some sense for once. I mean you were half-joking when you said itâwell, letâs be honest not really.Â
However, you mostly said it because while your family was well off enough, you still werenât living in the lap of luxury by any means like a Gojo clan member. Unfortunately for you though, you were born with the expensive tastes of someone who was. So while you could afford a cute Chanel bag or a MCM wallet here or there, youâd set your sights on something higherâa coveted Hermes Birkin.Â
Toru certainly could afford to buy you a whole truck load of them with what his family made in less than an hour.Â
Nevertheless that wasnât really the issue at hand.Â
In spite of you being far from a virgin, there was actually a good reason why you wouldnât be a good choice for Gojo to lose his v-card.
âEr, emâthatâs really not the issue, ToruâŚâÂ
Trailing off youâre the one pouting now as you glance at your nails.Â
âThen what? Donât tell me our lilâ Bun Bun is shy now? Over lilâ olâ me?â
Gojo teases you by sticking out his tongueâchuckling when you snap your head up to glare at him.
âYou wishâŚâÂ
You grumble, chewing your lip now and debating whether or not to tell him the truth while Gojo looks at you with wide and glassy puppy eyes. Shaking your head you come to the conclusion you could trust him with your secret.Â
He was the virgin otaku after allâheâs the one who should be embarrassed here!
âItâs just thatâŚIâI canât cum.â
Gojo just blinks at you.Â
Clearly confused with metaphorical question marks surrounding his head as that's definitely not the answer he was expecting.
âIâve slept with plenty of guys before but I never had an orgasm. I don't even really get closeâI mean, sure, it feels good, I guessâmostly just a little weird. I heard some people just canât and maybe that's me.â
You shrug, a bit nervous to look Gojo in the eye as you thought he may tease you further about this but was lost in contemplation. Almost as if he was seriously trying to do the biological math around what youâd just told him. Â
After about a minute more he finally asksâ
ââDoes Suguru know?â
A simple question, unloaded in tone as Gojo is genuinely curious but it leaves you flustered nonetheless.Â
âWhat?! Are you crazy?! Why would I tell him?!â
âJust figured if anyone could thenââ
ââHell no, Toru! Besides, what if he does? Iâm not trying to be reduced to a fuckboyâs pick me if he ends up being the only man alive who can give me an orgasm!â
Sure Suguru was hot as fuckâas was a lot of your other fuckboy friends (Toji and Sukuna)âbut you definitely didnât want to end up like the dickmatized girls that would follow them around and literally box each other in the streets over some cock.Â
You werenât much of a fighter anyway and your face was far too cute to be getting scratched up.
Pussy should be put on a pedestal, not the other way around. Youâd continue to be orgasmless before it came to that.
âMm, but Shoko and Utahime know?â
Youâre blushing more than ever this time.
âUm, yeahâT-They said once I realized all men were worthless to call them and theyâd give me multiple of them.â
Gojo snorted at that but he was now convinced you both could help each other.Â
âSo we have no other optionsâthen it's settled!â
In one fluid motion Gojo snatches away the pillows from between you and swaps positionsânow with you on the bottom.
âHuhâwaitâToru!?â
Gojo groans.
âCome on, Bunny! I want pussy, you want to cum on top of getting that Bikram bagâ
ââBirkin bag.âÂ
You corrected him.
âYeah that one! So letâs help each other out, eh? PULHEEEASEEEâJust the tip?â
You werenât at all convinced that Gojoâwhose sexual knowledge came purely from JAV, hentai and onaholesâcould make you cum.
But then again sure, fuck it, why not?
You were getting bored waiting for Shoko to call you anyway and if Toru was willing to come off a Birkin for a lilâ pussy, you might as well fuck him.Â
None of the other guys you had fucked even came close to making sex this worth it. Frankly this would be worth it even if you didnât actually cum. Â
âFiiiine Toru, letâs have sexââ
âFUCK YEAH!â
ââBUT weâre laying down some ground rules!â
Sitting up with a straight back, Gojo obediently awaited your orders.
âAnything you want Bunny, name 'em goâon!â
Gojoâs overenthusiasm was like a puppy and you were sure if he had a tail it would be thumping on the bed like crazy now.Â
You wanted to crack a smile but you know from prior experience that if you give men an inch they will take the whole goddamn mileâand Gojo of all people was no exceptionâso you are firm as you sit up to look in his eyes and lay down the law.
 âFirstâlike you said, just the tip.â
Gojo started to protest but the raise of your eyebrows had him changing his tune immediately.
âGot it! Got it! Just the tip would be amazing Bunny, what else?â
He chided himself and you continued.
âAnd secondly, just because you bros have no loyalty, itâs still âchicks before dicksâ over here. You better get your nut quick cause Iâm still leaving to go purse shopping when Shoko and Utahime call me.â
Gojo waves you off with that rule.Â
âPsh, we should have plenty of time, it's almost 6pm! Theyâve probably been too busy bumping their own purses together to go shopping with you for one. You havenât heard from either of them in hours!â
Fair pointâwildly out of pocket, but fair.Â
Still.Â
âBumping Purses!? Really, Toru?â
âYou know Iâm not lyingâbut thatâs it then, right Bunny?â
Not waiting, Gojo throws his shirt off and starts fumbling with the ties on his sweats before you stop him.
âNah, Toru, hold your horses! One more rule!â
Freezing mid-action, Gojo's hands are shaking as he expectantly gazes at you, waiting for the last condition before you give him the green light.
âFinally, thirdâand most fucking importanlyâif you make any, and I mean even just ONEâotaku reference, especially Digimon while youâre inside me Iâll snap your lilâ digidick off, understood?â
Gojo swallowed.Â
Hard terms to live with but something he would be willing to abide by for pussy.
âYes maâam! Got it! Just the tip, you will ditch me for the purse bumpers and no Digimon!â
Gojo repeats your rules matter-of-factly.Â
You roll your eyes but are satisfied enough he understood and you wave him off in the direction of your bag.
âGood. Now, be a good boy and go get a rubber out of my purse.âÂ
Bolting over to your purse Gojo grabs a pack of condoms and is back on the bed in an instant.
Reality sinking in on what you were about to do and who you were about to do it with, you suddenly become hyper aware, appraising Gojo.Â
You note just how much in the two years since high school heâs grown. Still a bit lanky in areas but overall he filled out more for sure and his muscles were much more defined rippling underneath his skin as he eagerly clambered over you. Gojo still possessed the same piercing sky blue eyes that lit up a room but they looked all too predatorily hungry now that he was hovering over you.Â
You swallow.
Youâd feel almost completely out of control of the situation if it wasnât also for the bundle of nervous energy radiating off of Gojoâhis hands spasming like he might bust his pants the moment he touches you.
You try to maintain your composure, but your jaw drops and your eyes widen in shock when he finally pushes his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion.
Gojo was fucking huge!
âToruâwhat the actual fuck?!â
Third leg was a massive understatement.Â
I mean you didnât think heâd be smallâyouâd been around him enough in boxers, sweats, pjs, etc growing upâbut you didnât expect this.Â
He was definitely a grower and Christ did he just fucking grow!
Gojo looked puzzled until he followed your wide eyed gawking down to his lower half.Â
Heh.Â
âAm I the biggest youâve seen, Bunny?â
Growing prideful Gojo pokes at you a bit and your ogling only grows more incredulous.Â
You didn't know if he was the girthiest but certainly the longest by far. Heâd actually puncture a lung if he stuck that whole monstrous thing in you!
It would literally have to be just the tip and you are thanking God right now that heâd already agreed to those terms. That would be much too uncomfortable to cum from and you are beginning to question how the pornstars manage. This wasnât a JAV but Gojo, if his company ever went belly up, certainly had a promising career on OnlyFans ahead of him.
Gojoâs chest puffed up ten times more from your staring as he slipped the condom on (which only fit two-thirds of the way down).Â
âO-Ok, Bunny now you!â
His cock throbbed more violently the longer you looked at him. The anticipation is contagious to say the least and you can't help but feel your chest warm at his eagerness.Â
Gojo wants to get the attention off of him and you smile at him knowingly.
âYou mean you donât want to take my clothes off yourself?â
The thought never occurred to Gojo but he dumbly nodded. Your yelps echo in the room as his massive hands are on your hips faster than lighting pulling you towards him.Â
The motion causes your tits to jiggle, the soft mounds moving freely beneath your spaghetti strapped halter and Gojo berates himself on how he only now is noticing you werenât wearing a bra all this time.Â
Gojoâs mouth goes dry at your nipples, already peaked and poking through the thin fabric.Â
Your nipples pucker further when the crisp air of the A/C hits them after Gojo pulls your top overhead and you arch up to assist, not realizing you presented yourself to him like a treat to a dog.Â
âT-Toru!!!!â
Gojo wraps his strong sturdy arms fully around your body. Pressing his face deep into your chest as his warm wet lips latch onto a nipple. His mouth now suctioned to you, Gojo swirls and flicks his tongue around the hardened bud. Gojo moans around your flesh, pleasantly surprised at how addicting the sweet salty taste of your skin is.Â
If Gojo wasnât sure he had an oral fixation before he surely knows now. Zoning out everything else except for the sloppy sounds of him worshiping your breast, he relishes the contrasting textures of his rough tongue suckling the soft skin of your swelling bud.Â
Gojo surely would have been latched onto you for hours and you are only able to pry his head away when he releases your nipple with a wet pop to take a breath.
âTORU!!!â
Youâre panting and red faced as you yank his head back.Â
But Gojo is a man solely focusedâtongue hanging out off his mouth captivated by how cutely your areola puffed as it glistened with his spit and fighting overwhelming desire to get the other one in a similar state.
âHuhâBunny, b-babyâyou taste so good nâ your tiddies are so niceâso fuh-kinâ soft.â
Gojoâs tongue is hanging out of his mouth drooling as he attempts to dive back into your chest. you feel his heavy cock on your thigh as his hips begin to rut against you.Â
This was too much!
âStop Toru! Youâre being too rough, they are sensitive! Besides, timesâ ticking! Remember I have no problem leaving you blue balled if Shoko or Utahime call me!âÂ
You do your best to give him a disapproving look as you blush.
âAwe but you seemed like you were liking it, you were whining loud enough.â
âShut up nâjust get on with it!â
âYes maâam~~â
Enjoying your breasts so much Gojo almost forgot he hadnât even seen your pretty pussy yet.Â
Making quick work of your shorts, Gojo manages to pull them down just over your core but is stunned once again as he burns the image of the skin-melding fabric of the mesh hot pink g-string covering your cunt. The thin satiny straps dug into your supple hips amplifying your curvaceous form.
Fucking slutty as hell! Â
Rivaling that of even his most favorite and most scandalous hentai figures.Â
This was so much better, so much more lewd as the clingy fabric struggles to cover the fat of your plump pussy lipsânot like the transparency of them left much to the imagination.Â
God help him, he just wants to tear them off with his teeth and open mouth swan-dive into your dewy lilâcuntâ-pushing his tongue deep into your peachy core tongue fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until he drowned in your milky nectarâbut he has to restrain himself.
You probably wouldnât like that too much given your reaction earlier and heâd die if youâd happen to just call the whole thing off.
Mouth drying and hands twitchingâGojo is trying so hard to be a good boy and contain his more perverted instincts.
âEarth to Toru! Y-You good?â
Gojo looked like a tightly wound coil ready to pop in every sense of the word and you hated that his nervousness was making you nervous too.Â
So on edge you almost jumped once his eyes snapped up to meet yours.
âG-Great, BunnyâŚj-just fine.âÂ
Gojoâs voice falters, becoming more pitchy and you giggle. As much as Gojo wants to look at your pussy as he peels the flimsy moist fabric off of them he couldnât do that at this momentâhe would actually bust his pants.
Instead, Gojo leans in to kiss you, but you block him. He ends up kissing your palm instead.
âToruuu⌠that be too weird, weâre friends remember?â
âYeah friends who are fucking, Bunny! You mean you wonât let my tongue in your mouth but youâre letting my dick inside your pussy?!â
You knew it sounded nonsensical even before he said it back to you. But your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you could barely hear him anyway.
You didnât know what you were scared of this time?Â
You had let all your other previous hookups makeout with you but Gojo was different.Â
This felt entirely different.
You didnât know why, you just knew it was and you were apprehensive of the unfamiliar emotions he was stirring in you and this wasnât supposed to be anything more than an arrangement between friends.
âDonât you need to warm up tho Bunny? Obviously mâno pro at thisâbut even I know a little bit more foreplay is usually needed?â
Your heart beats louder at his concern but you push that aside trying to focus on your breaths.Â
Satoru should have been the easiest lay but for a reason that alludesâyou were coming undone before him.
âShut up Toru and just fuck me! The foreplay stuff doesn't matter, it won't make a difference anyway, mânot gonna cum! Also youâre big af so grab your lube. We're gonna need lots of it!â
Toru pouts but follows your commands without fuss.Â
Although heâs anxious to get his dick wet he also is still thinking of how he can hold up his end of the bargain other than a stupid purse.Â
You said he didnât need to but he wanted to.Â
The thought of finally losing his v-card excited him but there was something that made his cock throb harder at being the first man to give you an orgasm.Â
But you donât want him to touch you beyond what was absolutely necessary, so how was he going to accomplish that exactly? Â
Gojo was a genius and had the IQ score to prove it, heâd be able to solve the problem once he was inside you, right?Â
Turning back to face you after retrieving the lube from his nightstand, Toru has to grab the base of his cock this time to keep from prematurely coming in the latex that was already starting to thicken with his precum.
There you were laid out like a slutâpanties pulled to the sideâfingering yourself a bit to loosen up, having reconsidered his suggestion of foreplay when the twitching on your thigh reminded you of how big he actually was.
âOH SHIââ
You notice his jaw hanging open, utterly entranced as his eyes follow the motions.Â
You knew you should be letting him do this to get the experience but honestly there was no sense in setting Gojo up for failureâdelivering a significant blow to his ego when he inevitably couldnât make you cum. You didnât want to damage him even more if he felt it was his fault your pussy was apparently broken, you having tensed up completely every time a guy had tried before.
But you canât deny you are getting some pleasureâif only through your own amusementâas you grab his cock and pump the lube he poured down his latex covered shaft, still fingering yourselfâmuch to Gojoâs delight and wonder of seeing an actual real pussy up close.Â
Gojo sucks in air and groans pitifully as your hand spreads the cool gel over his length which only intensifies his ache to be inside of you.Â
âCâmere, ToruâŚâ
You beckon sweetly, guiding him forward with your back against the pillows, you tease the crown of his tip through your folds preparing him for missionary.Â
Gojo nearly bites a chunk out of his lip when his thick cockhead finally catches over your slicked entrance and youâre left wincing.
âT-Toru, e-easyâo-ok? Not too deep...â
A breathy confirmation shudders out of Gojo as heâs easing himself into your warm tightening cunt. The stretch is immediate which mentally confirms for you he is also the girthiest youâve ever had as well.Â
Your heels dig into his hips to brace yourself while he hovers over you, arms shaking.
âFUUUUUHHHHââ
Even with the rubber on, Gojo still thinks he might melt from how warm and tight you areâso much better than even his onahole with the custom grip and heating features.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, Gojo has to count backwards from a million, recite Japanâs national anthem, list the GDPs of the top 10 wealthiest countriesâanythingâor he will cum too soon or worse, crack and drive his hips until heâs all the way to the hilt from the way your dangerous lilâ pussy is sucking him in.
God, it felt like your slutty cunt had a mind of its own calling for him to push in a lilâ deeper, greedily begging for him to go a lilâ further but Gojo resists.Â
Sweat beads on his brow from the exerted effort of sheer willpower to keep his promise to you.
To Gojoâs credit, he really is doing his best, only a little less than a third but due to his length that's still a lot.Â
Your eyes wander up to Gojoâs face and away from where he is wholly splitting you open, lest you clench on him even tighter and you knew you needed to relax. Even if you weren't really feeling much but the overwhelming strain from the tight fit, looking at Gojo you were happy that he appeared to be in bliss at least.Â
His eyes still squeezed shut, mouth hanging open and spittle flowing down his jaw Gojo was in his own world as he continuously babbled nonsense about how perfect your cunt felt around him.
Just the tip in you for all of 20 seconds and already pussy drunk from just this much.Â
âB-Bunny, Oh SHHIIIâB-Bunnyâmâcute BunâFAH-ACK sâgudâmâgonna cum soon UHHâpussy feels sâgoodâoh-oh my god!âÂ
Although his entire body is quaking with pleasure, the few functional brain cells that survived the fiery blaze of your sinful lilâ pussy are still thinking of you.Â
Gojo tries to give some attention to your neglected lilâ clit, but a single swipe causes your leg to jerk and you promptly push his hand away again.
âN-NO! Pleaseee, mâtoo sensitive Toru! J-Just focus on your thrusts! Y-Youâre sâclose, mâcan feel your cock twitching i-i-inside me...â
Gojo wants to challenge you on thisâsuspecting from the way your cunt felt constricting around him you felt something pleasurable thenâbut heâs too far gone and much too inexperienced to keep focused on anything else.Â
Especially when you are so explicitly describing him fucking you.Â
Grabbing his face you bring your foreheads to touch to help calm him so heâd last a bit longer. Although you still hold his face to prevent him from kissing you, he's close enough that you're sharing the same breath, now looking into each other's eyes.Â
He struggles to maintain eye contact though before the magnetism of your heated core had them rolling back again.
You're still not close to cumming, yet you are beginning to enjoy the warm comforting feeling of being this full as he holds you close, his short thrusts gaining momentum.Â
Sharing intimacy with someone you actually cared about for once is really nice and you wouldn't mind having more sex like this even if you couldn't cum.Â
Thumbing over Gojoâs moist lips you coo sweet praises to him as he desperately moans around your delicate appendage. Suckling your thumb between his lips and nursing on it until he can no longer contain the heavy breaths that overpower him and fan across your face.Â
Sharing the same exhaled breath is making you light headed and you mewl at the keen sensations it stirs in your pussy that has him full on gasping now. Gojo releases the whiniest moan as he falls into you, unable to support his arms any longer.Â
Showering your neck with open mouth kisses as his body curls more into yours.
However it all proves far too much when Gojo faltering more in his promise, slips more than halfway into your cuntâinstantly filling the latex as it balloons inside of you as you scrape your heels against his back.
SHIIIIIT! He sâbig!Â
Despite nearly splitting your poor pussy into two at the end though, Gojo did such a good job for his first time.Â
Youâd forgive him just this once though as you wrapped your arms around his head, gently petting his undercut. His heaving breaths quiet under your soothing touches, finally ceasing the stream of his spit and tears that had been pooling in your collarbone.
Staying like that for a while holding him while his heartbeat calms to match yours and his length softens inside you. You close your eyes peacefully for a few moments before you hear your phone vibrate next to you.Â
It's Shoko!
Shokoâs text apologizes for the delays and offers to get dinner insteadâpromising to go shopping with you and Utahime tomorrow since they got held up and you make plans for dinner in two hours.Â
Perfect. That gives you plenty of time to clean up and get yourself presentable.Â
âDid you cum even a lil bit, Bunny?â
Oh sweet baby, if you have to askâŚYou think to yourself but it's not poor Toruâs fault your pussy is out of order.
âUm, no Toru babyâbut you did so well! Ya know youâre actually pretty cute and considerate when you get a little pussy. Iâm sure youâll manage to make any girl you happen to get naked happy!â
Gojo counters you with a disappointed look still panting slightly as he pulls out and rolls over bringing you towards him to cuddle. Allowing him, reasoning that you donât have to get up right this second.
Yoour back meets his chest and itâs then you notice the condom still inside you. Figures since it was much too small in the first place. Yet you couldnât complain as it managed to do its job due to Satoru not going all the way in. Breathing out you grimace a bit as you still had to give it a pretty good tug to lodge the filled latex out of your sore cunt.Â
âGoddamn Toru, you were pretty backed up huh?â
Having witnessed the entire display from over your shoulder and the sight of the light blue rubber covered in your fluids while drooping heavily with his own has Gojoâs dick stirring again as you jiggle the rubber demonstrating its fullness before tossing it into the bin beside his bed.Â
Conflicted Gojo broods for a while as he hugs you to him.Â
While his body felt mostly satisfied, seeing you still unsatisfied put a huge damper on his mood.Â
Sure you had told him you couldnât comeâbut would any girl cum without much foreplay or stimulation?Â
Even the darker hentais and JAVs heâs seen had more foreplay than this!
Hmmm...Â
Thinking over the experience again in his mind he had a hunch that if right could cure your lack of orgasms but needed you to let him fuck you once more to be sure.Â
âSo youâre gonna hit and quit just like that, Bunny?â
He teases clinging onto you again when you try to maneuver out of his embrace.
âNo time for more cuddles ToruâShoko texted, weâre getting dinner in two hours.â
âWait! Bunny! Thatâs so far awayâLet me go again, pleeeease!â
Gojo is determined this time to make you cum for real! And, yeah you knowâyour slick heat sliding up and down his cock again would be a highlight too.
âToruââ
ââCome on bunny! We solved my problem but we haven't fixed yours, you still haven't cum yet!â
âToru, I thought we understood we were never going to solve my problem in the first placeâso don't stress! Also I know this is probably the first time a girl has said this to you and actually meant itâbut it's really not you!â
Gojo puts his negotiation face on.Â
You wanted to play hardball? Bet.
âIâll give you my black card for a whole week!â
Gojo turns you around to look him in the eye so you could see how sincere he was, he really wanted to try againâhe knew he could make you cum this time!
You sighed.Â
You couldn't really be mad at himâin fact, it was actually the cutest thingâthat he wanted to keep trying for your benefitâbut you didnât see the point when it would just lead to the same result. You donât even need to glance down to see Gojoâs cock was just as resolute as heâs already recovered and fully brickedâlength pulsing against your ass.Â
Wellâgiven his last performance you were sure heâd last all of five minutes and if you had his black card for a whole week you were about to tear the entire Hermes store upâa Birkin and a Kelly in every color!
Hell, maybe you could even get the coveted baby pink ostrich one.Â
âMmmâkay, Toruâblack card for a week! No limit!â
âYup of course! Oooh noâWait, no rubbers and I'll let you have my new g-wagon too! I hear raw sex is sooo much better you will cum for sure then Bunny!â
Well you knew a good bargain when you heard it.
Throwing the unopened condoms to the side you laid back down.
Imported European cars are stupid expensive to get in Japan and if he was coming off a g-wagonâespecially as it was a custom powder blue matte with dune colored seats and shiny platinum rimsâthen he could have as many two-minute pump sessions as he wanted.
Heâd likely pass out from dehydration in less than twenty tops anyway.
âOkay, but same rules as before except no cumming inside Toru! I mean it! It's too much of a mess to clean up after, itâll be dripping all night especially all that you came last timeâŚâ
The thought of your gooey tender cunt weeping his nut for hours has Gojoâs balls tightening in want of making it a realityâbut he knew if all went to plan youâd be begging for it!Â
Firstâhe needed you to take a more active role this time. He saw you settled back onto the pillows and that simply wouldnât do.Â
âUm Bunny, can you be on top? I-Iâm dying to see what your cute tiddies look like jiggling all crazy like in my face.â
You cover your chest, frowning in offense at his more debauched ecchi preferences but you agreed nonetheless.Â
Relenting as itâd likely have him cumming sooner and then you could finally get ready to meet the girlsâall in your new g-wagon, although youâd definitely have to make up a lie as to how you scammed it out of Gojo.
Gojo takes your place on the pillows, amused as now itâs his turn to beckon you forward. Steeling yourself, you embarked on your climb to mount him. Tall and lean with wisps of hair sticking to his face Gojo looked more like he belonged in a painting, unnerving you that a face only an artist could sculpt admired your body with his lustful gaze.Â
He was too sexy for his own nerdy ass good like this and you failed not to whimper when his strong hands settled at your waist.
Lube in your hand you smirk, gaining some confidence back when you hear Gojo hiss as the cool gel once again spreads down his fiendish girth that pulses restlessly at your touch. The sensation is all the more agonizing without the latex barrier hindering him as your, your silky smooth palm glided over his bare cock before tugging back the sensitive foreskin covering his crown head.Â
Licking your lips you almost want to bend down and taste the pre marbling like a pearlescent jewel on his pretty exposed cockhead.
Heâd probably cry like a baby if you did, you mused with a grin.Â
Good God girl snap out of it!Â
You chastise yourselfâno, you had to focus and end this quickly before you lost your mind. The idea of fucking Gojo beyond what he could buy for you started to get more appealing and you couldnât allow that.
Readying yourself to mount him this time you realize your pussy is quivering in anticipation of the stretchâit was uncomfortable last time soâwhy was your body reacting this way?
Your own pussy betraying you as she seemed to yearn for the opportunity to gobble him up, taking him in with less resistance in spite of you. Flexing around the thick intrusion inside your core you shiver in feeling the curve of every vein on his girthy cock as you lowered yourself onto him.
The way your pussy flexed as a jolt of electricity ran through you scared youâa new sensation bubbling up inside, threatening to make you lose yourself in the feeling. Must be survival instincts you rationedâyour cunt scared for its life never having encountered such an acute danger like Gojoâs dick before.
The burn was pleasurable this time, sucking in sharp breaths at every slight movement of him moving inside your core. Yet Gojo is in even more blissâfrom the serpentine motion of your hips cascading over his own to how your your puffy pussy lips looked so wonderfully parted, stretched open around his cockâFUCK!
How was he going to complete his plan if his brain just started turning to mush everytime your dangerously succulent cunt grinded against him.
âOâooo shiiiiiit!â
âY-You okay, Bunny?â
Although Gojo himself looked like he was in agony his face was reddening from how good your raw gummy walls were surging around his length.
âHhnng, fine Toruâyâer j-just big.âÂ
Gravity was your natural enemy in this scenario and you took him a bit past halfway this time.
Wanting to distract you, his large hands grope your tits but you knock him awayâyour stomach fluttering.Â
âWhat's wrong, this time?â
â...sân-nothing, itâsâjust put your hands on my hips, it helps me so my legs don't get tired.â
You lied.
Well your legs were quivering but more pressingly your heart started to race and you didn't know if it was because a cock like this could actually relocate your uterus to your lungs or if youâd actually started catching something similar to romantic feelings for Gojo Satoru.Â
Either one was unacceptable in your book.
âHurry up and cum, Toru!âÂ
However Gojo is about to say something, your phone rings.
âI-Its UtahimeâŚâ
âDonât answer Bunny! Focus or youâre never going to cum!â
âI can multitask, Toru! Besides, on the small chance I do I know it's definitely going to take longer than the two minutes you lasted before.âÂ
Hushing Gojoâs protests and eyes flaring at him to be silent, you answer the call.Â
âBunny!â
âHime!â
You greeted each other with your usual peppinessâlike Gojo wasnât 6 and a half inches deep with 2 and half more to goâgive or takeâinside you.
âWhatâs up? Oh erm, what am I doingââ
A sly and haughty smile plays on his lips and you scowl at him.
ââIâm still at Gojoâs and noâIâm not doing much at all right now! Hahaâyeah. I can definitely talk, of course!â
Gojo frowns as his eyes narrow and to placate him you start half heartedly rotating your hips.
You still looked sexy as hell though. Even with less effort expended it was still a workout as shown by the sheen of perspiration glowing off your body. That delectable sight combined with the light swaying of your tiddies was more than enough for him to cum if he just focused on himself.
But he was determined not to this time, not until you had.
âSee Toru? They were helping Shokoâs parents!â
You stick out your tongue and he makes a face back at you.
âOh what?âsânothingâHa! Well ok! He said you were too busy bumping pussies to go to the mall with me! Pshâtypical am I rite? Huhâput you on speaker? LOL O-OKAY.â
Snitch!Â
Gojo mouths to you offended youâd rat him out like this as Utahimeâs voice shrills through the phone.
âSatoru you loser! You have to talk about our pussies cause you could never have one of your own in a million years!â
Snorting with laughter Gojo is more than amused.Â
If only they knew.
You pale signaling at him to âSTFUâ or he could finish himself off.
âAww, is that so Utahime? Iâm so hurt.âÂ
The mischief in Gojoâs voice is obviousâheâs clearly mocking you.
Annoyed with him getting the upper hand and feeling sassy, you pile onâ
âExactly Hime! I mean he might get someâbut a total otaku like him wouldnât know what to do with a pussy if he even ever got inâEEP!â
A heavy handed smack comes down on your assâhard.Â
The force ripples its way into your cunt causing you to feverishly tighten as your tongue pushes a low moan out between your lips.
âOh ho hoâwhat's this? You actually like getting spanked huh, Bunny? You dirty, dirty girlâŚâÂ
Gojo is whispering again before his hand once more swats at that same cheek.
The sting causes saliva to pool in the corners of your mouth.Â
If looks could kill Gojo would have died a horrible deathâthat is if you could focus enough to even glare at him. Youâre absolutely mortifiedâtoo consumed by the spanks that fiercely rained down on your reddening bottom, your pussy getting shamelessly wetter with every hit.
âAHâFAHHHââ
âBunny! Whatâs happened?!â
You hear Shokoâs concerned voice this time.
âN-N-Nothing, G-Gojoâs being mean to me cause I told on him! H-He pinched me so hard Shoko!â
âLiar!â
Gojo mouths again and his demeanor turns absolutely devilish.Â
Oh? So that's how you wanted to continue to play?Â
You were such a brat sometimes but then again so was he and his competitive nature soared at the challenge.
âOh did I? Like this, Bunny?â
Gojoâs palms cup your tits roughly before he pinches them, twisting your nipples causing the slobber that collected to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.
âShiiiiâT-Toru! S-STOP YOU A-AHHHâSSHOLE!!â
The grip his thumb and forefingers have on your sensitive buds intensifies and you can barely keep the phone in your grasp as you hold it out arm extended to keep your cries from being heard.Â
With only one hand free thereâs no way for you to worm nor pry his hands from your tits as you are still struggling not to sink lower and choke on your own tongue from the electrifying sensations assaulting your cunt.
This couldnât be what it was like could it? This overwhelming feeling?
You didnât want to admit it but as tear-inducing as the sensations wereâthey felt real fucking good.Â
Your hips began involuntary rocking as your core now craved how Gojoâs cock scraped against your walls like it was trying to carve itself even deeper inside you if youâd let your hips drop just a little bit lower.Â
âToru! Stop picking on our Bunny! Donât make us come over there and kick your ass!â
The sweat that now runs down Gojoâs brow threatens to blur his vision but heâs locked in and focused. The phone situation being so fucking raunchy combined with the way your pussy is creaming on him (despite you trying your hardest not to feel good) has him stressed.Â
Swallowing he had to try hard to keep up the act as well as please you without cummingâit would be a feat if he accomplished it to say the very least.
God, this was all so shamefully vulgar.Â
Did you do this on purpose answering the phone?Â
He didnât even know this was a kink of hisâor yours apparently.
But your âproblemâ was now clear to Gojo:
Itâs not that you couldnât cum, itâs just that you were scared to cum.Â
Any real stimulation triggered your fight or flight.Â
You were perfectly capable, you just needed a bit of forcefulnessâhowever the effect of it terrified you and you bolted from it every time you had sex with someoneâuntil now.Â
Heh, there would be no more running from the nut for his little bunny rabbit.
Gojo wonders how far into his ecchi depravity he can take you.
âYour Bunny, huh?â
Gojo's eyes squinted as if he could stare down Shoko and Utahime through the phone.
You were his.Â
He was the one who was going to make you cum and frankly he didnât give a fuck anymore if Shoko or Utahime heard itâin fact he wanted them too.
Planting his feet into the bed, Gojoâs form shifts as he swiftly grips your waist simultaneously bringing you down while driving his pelvis upâpummeling his entire length into your guts. The prickly patch of groomed hair at his base tickles your poor abused lilâ clit which had been forcibly nestled into themâthe result of being smashed against his pubic bone.Â
âFUHCCCKâMUTHERFUHHâSHHHHâHIIIIIT!!!âÂ
Vision momentarily blacked out and burning with tears mixed with your running mascara, your pussy still reeling from the sheer magnitude of Gojos long girthly length now all the way sheathed and practically tearing through your womb. Your eyes are firmly lodged in the back of your head, the electrifying vibrations cause you to drop the phone entirely. Your world is spinning from experiencing your first small orgasm that only increased intensity as your efforts to escape Gojo are in vain.Â
Your cervix is screaming at the probing intrusion of his bulbous tip ramming so far up into you but Gojo has you anchored to him unable to flee from his onslaught of thrusts.
If you could string together a coherent thought you would have wondered if in fact your stomach had been relocated next to your lungs as you felt so full you couldnât breathe.Â
Your pussy violently spasms around his girth, creamy fluids seeping down onto his base from your cunt sloshing around him. Gojo grips your cheeks spreading you wider increasing the squelching noises echoing from your cunt.
Shit though, Gojo thinks your perfect pussy might actually break his dick off from how fervently you were clenching him.Â
Tongue fully lolled out of your mouth, youâre grasping onto Gojoâs shoulders for stability as your saliva drips down his pectorals.
âBUNNY!! Are you still there?? Whatâs that noise?â
Shoko and Utahimeâs calls for you go unanswered. Gojo on the other hand is grinning, albeit through gritted teeth, pleased at how his long trunk-like cock is rendering you nonverbal.Â
âHehe, you definitely came a bit that time didnât yaâya nasty lilâ Bunny, donât lie.âÂ
âN-N-Nooo T-Toruâsâlike I-I c-canât breatheââ
âHeh, aâcourse you can baby Bunâthat's what it feels like when you cum, even I know that.â
SMACK!
Another firm smack to your ass has your cunt quivering wildly.
You feel like the virgin in this situation nowâand honestlyâare you not?Â
Did those other dicks really count?Â
It felt like you were having sex for the first time as this was a totally different experience even from the earlier round with Gojo.
âDonât worry though, now that I know what kinda shit youâre intoâIâmma take care of that pervy lilâ princess pussy sooo good, Bunny.â
Oh godâThat couldnât be true could it?Â
Spanking? Nipple twisting? Having your insides pushed up to your throat?Â
You didnât actually like this kinda freaky shit did you?
Yet your bodyâs reactions remain true even if your mind doesn't want to accept the cause of the fire that is burning within you. Your pussy is in raptures at the feeling of being molded into the exact shape of Gojoâs cockâveins and all.
âHELLLOOOOO BUNNY!!!!â
Absolutely pleased with himself Gojo retrieves the phone.
âAwe p-poor thing, just stubbed her toe runninâ from me. MyâSHIIIâroom isâFUHHHâk-kinda a m-messâS-See? I almost tripped just now too. Isnât that right Bunny?â
Gojo brings the phone closer and you bat it away wishing he would just hang up and spare you the humiliation. Although humiliation seemed to be your new kink as mirroring his earlier actions as youâre pathetically moaning into his skin. Gojoâs masculine scent, mingled with the salty aroma of perspiration, floods your senses, making you feel even more lightheaded, increasing the sloshing of his cock buried deep in your cunt.
The crude noises that rang from your bodies squelching and slapping against each other renders Gojo unable to keep up the charade either. Making up a quick excuseâhe has to go get ice for your toeâhe quickly hangs up on Shoko and Utahime whose puzzled protests of concern he couldnât give a single fuck about anymore.Â
God fucking you while on the phone with them was so fucking hot, heâd have to get you to do it againâmaybe with Suguru next time, heâd probably even be into it.
âHey B-Bunnyây-you think Shoko and Hime were naked too?â
You groan.
This fucking hentai otaku pervâyou already told him that they were helping Shokoâs parents!Â
You want to glare, scream, chastise, get upâbut you canâtâyouâre at the mercy of him ruthlessly drilling up into your cunt and can only heave out tired mewls in reply.
âFuuuckâimma cum again soon! Do you feel the way your naughty lilâ cunt is squeezing like she wants to wring me dry, wanât me to give it all to your pussy Bunny?â
âN-Not i-inside mâpussy, T-Toru!âÂ
A devious smirk appears.Â
Heh, yeah he promised not inside your pussy.
Without warning Gojo rips his cock out from your sopping core and manhandles you onto your back. Thinking he will simply cum outside somewhere you're finally able to breathe again and you exhaleâonly to feel his monstrous length being shoved down your throat.
Your eyes shoot open.Â
Greeted with the image of Gojo's heavy balls in your face, his ball hairs tickle your nose as you gag around his girth straining your throat open wide. You think if he didnât reach your lungs through your guts he certainly would now that heâs eight and a half inches down your esophagus.
âYou said i couldnât cum in your pussy Bunny, so letâs use that pretty lilâ mouth pussy insteadâsweet fuck, ya know sheâs almost tighter than your actual cunt.â
Your hands fly to the outside of his thighs pawing over the sweat glossed skin as you drag your nails down them, leaving welts in an effort to get him to ease up. The potent musk of your shared lust that had dripped down his balls was now rubbing on your face assaulting your senses.Â
It was fucking nasty, so gross and yet your own pussy betrayed youâburning with an ache to be filled again at the smells that stimulated your own primal hedonistic urges.
âAwe, donât be like that. I know you like it rough, yeah? I havenât forgotten about you either baby.â
Gojo of course at this point isnât talking to you but your cunt.
With one hand squeezing your already constricted airway, Gojoâs other snaked its way over your body and reeling it back before delivering a mean open palmed slap to your clit.Â
The sound of your soaked cunt echoed through his room and he almost came from that alone as your fluids trickled out of you faster, further soiling his expensive sheets.
âThis pussy likes being spanked more than those cherry cheeks of yours huh, Bunny? I know my filthy hentai pussy does.â
Youâre obviously unable to answer but the way youâre gurgling moans around his cock lets him know this is exactly what you like. Thrusting two thick fingers into your quivering core his burly appendages bullied themselves in as far as they could go.Â
âYou knowâG-God, FUCK youâre tightâBunny, you know I read in an h-manga how girls can squirt from a lack of air and a little bit of prodding, sâpposeâS-SHIIIâtâbe something in here that sends em absolutely wild.â
Fingers searching deeper it's not until Gojo pulls back to add a third that he scrapes past a firm spongy spot that has your legs buckling.
Astonished by the amazingly sexy reactions of your bodyâGojoâs eyes are blown out wide over how much your clit swells, your hole twitches and your juices spurt out of you as your tears run over your cheeks to wet his balls further. Gojo doesnât even need to thrust as your throat tightens around him like crazy with him jamming his fingers into that particular spot over and over.
Lost in your own ecstasy youâre proven wrong as contrary to your belief you thought his otaku sex-ed would be to his detriment to his skills. However it's exactly because of all of the lecherous and depraved shit he collected and consumed did he know exactly what to do to you now that got you all messed up. Eyes lodged into your skull, squirting and practically blacking out with his dick stuffed down your throat on his long dexterous fingers abusing your cunt.
âSHIIIIIITââ
With a keen grunt Gojo cums, pumping loads of viscous fluid down your throat forcing you to gorge on his thick cum.Â
âF-Fuck Bunny are you a throat goat? M-Milked me dry...â
Heâs still driving his pliable fingers in and out of you, his arms are shaking from his own orgasm but he doesnât care. Nothing on earth could stop him from replicating the beautiful sight of your pretty lilâpussy spurting out juices that run all the way down his forearm.
ââŚheh, looks like I can milk you too, Bunny.â
Gojo finally dislodges his dick out of your throat but still runs a hand through your pussy folds to rub soothing circles on your clit. You whimper through your coughs as you spit up some of his cum, still gagging after what were mere minutes but seemed like hours of choking on his beefy cock.
Vision spotty, tremors run through your bodyâboth ends so thoroughly fucked outâthat it doesnât register that Gojo is once again lifting your body bringing you towards the edge of the bed.
If you thought Gojo was going to give you aftercare from having used your body like one of his anime fleshlights, youâd be correctâbut not before one last round.Â
Lifting your hips off his luxe bed Gojo positions your wobbly legs on his shoulders. His eyes are blown out and crazed with his own twisted perversion. Weakened and spent himself as cock twitched from overstimulation but heâs never been a quitterâdetermined to make you cum again and again before one of you finally passes out.
Your toes wiggle and you keen as his tongue ravenously dips between your toes. Trailing his tongue past the arch of your foot to bite your heel.
âYouâre so fucking sexy, Bunnyâthe best pussy in the whole world, how could you ever think she was broken? You were just waiting for me to use her huh?â
âS-shut upâToru, j-jeezâŚâ
Your windpipes had been fucked raw and youâre croaking which to your dismay only seems to turn Gojo on more and heâs tapping his tender engorged cockehead on your clit. Your brows pinch together as you bite back moans from his frenulum catching and chafing so wonderfully over your clitoral hood.
âPuhleaseeee, Honey Bunny! Let me fuck you a bit more now that we know you are as ecchi coded as I am, mâkay my pervy princess?â
The very thought shames you and you think your heart might seize from embarrassment if it doesnât give out from pleasure first and your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest chest from all the pet names Gojo is bestowing upon you.Â
âToruâŚâ
You try to reason with him through your defeated huffs as you press your legs shut together.
â...y-you made me cum from your fingers nâ your cock.. Y-You won. PleaseeeâI-I donât even think I can cum any more.âÂ
Not convinced Gojo pushes your legs back.
âOh, is that right? Letâs ask her then!â
Gojo delivers another smack onto your slippery pussy as if on the command of her new owner your obedient cunt immediately leaks a bit more creamy slick onto his palm.
âSee, baby? She says you can though and that sheâs tired of you running from it Bunnyââ
Still hugging your legs together in his grasp, Gojo lowers himself to rub his cheek against your pussy like it was his favorite pillow.Â
âDonât fret my pervy lilâ pussy I won't let Bunny deprive you any longer from what you really need.â
You groan yet Gojo is more gentle this time as he gingerly rolls you onto your belly and lifts your hips to slide his giant Agumon pillow underneath.
Urgh, did it have to be this one!?
There's no time for complaints though once Gojo spreads your cheeks wide. A glob of spit hits your crack as his thumb prods against your shy puckering rear hole while he humps his cock between the fat of your thighs through your soggy swollen folds.Â
âShiiit imma fuck this tight lilâ bunny hole next time baby, mâkay?â
The threat causes you to shudder yet all your back talk and sass is gone from his illicit preparations as he elicits heady mewls from your hoarse throat. Your cunt flutters eagerly to have him fill you again as his fingers imprint themselves into your bottom.
The anticipation is so intense as bracing for his size ripping through you you nearly fail to notice Gojo is now humming to himselfâhummingâTHE DIGIMON CHAMPIONS THEME SONG!?
OH HE HAD YOU ALL THE WAY FUCâ
âAnd suddenly youâre screaming again, eyes glued to the back of your skull as his hips jerk forward, drilling his dick past your walls to pound directly into your cervix with the tempo of a madman.
OH FUCK! âŚsâgood!
You finally surrender letting your cunt control your brain as you throw ass back to meet his frenzied thrusts. Like a drug addict from the first real taste your pussy is already addicted to the feeling of his cock destroying you.
âSâtoruâSâtoruâSâtoruâFUHHHHCK!â
His name fell from your lips like a mantra, the only word your brainânow thoroughly fucked smoothedâcould remember.
The sight of you chasing your own pleasure as your ass slammed back onto his pelvis, your skin rippling as it bounced and splashed frothy fluids onto his abs sent him further into perverse degeneracy.Â
âF-Fuck Bunnyâbaby, this pussy too goodâWe canât tell Suguru for a while, kay? Heâll want to fuck you too and this pussy is just fâme. Suguru gets all the pussy sâtell me youâll keep yours fâer me. Thought you were broken but you just needed my cock this whole timeââ
Burying your face in the sheets bashfully at the mention of Suguru, your cunt pulls more taut around Gojoâs cock.
ââFUHH, g-go out with me yeah, Bunny? Love you sâmuchâSHIIIITâbuy you whatever you wantât-take you where you wantâthis dick sâyours Bun Bunâall yours!â
Plunging into deeper if it were even possible Gojoâs blunted nails drug into the fat of your ass and hips, it wouldnât scar but it would certainly add to the inevitable bruising.Â
âIâll never even look at a non 2D woman again as long as I have you as my lilâ onaholeâshit Iâll never even buy one of those again unless it's in the shape of your pussyâF-FUCK, w-waitây-you think we could get one made in the shape of your pussyâmy girlfriendâs perfect pussy?!â
Itâs too muchâtoo overwhelming and your mind is slowly but surely being corrupted by Gojo. Otherwise the image of him whining while fucking a onahole casted from your cunt as he watches you finger yourself would have never in a million years popped into your mind.Â
Determined to see you unhinged in every respect, Gojo didnât want to deny you pleasure but if he had to be a little mean to you so you could finally be honest with him then so be it.Â
Slowly pulling out, your expression is near frantic as you look back at him. Your mouth gaping and babbling nonsensically for him not for him to stopâyou were so close.
Gojo simpers, relishing in your cute cockdrunk face scrunched with confusion from him pulling out so suddenly.Â
âW-Words baby, câmon I just spilled my heart out here!â
Your pussy weeps longingly for Gojoâs cock as your body shakes with a yearning begging to be filled again.Â
God help you, you want him.Â
You want him and his sinfully curved demon dick badly, itâs all you could think aboutâNot even remembering what life was like before he so perversely rearranged your guts. However, not only did he know how to hit all your spots, he knew youâand despite him completely disregarding all of the rules you had initially set, he was the first guy who actually cared about how you felt during sex, even if he was a perverted otaku.
There was simply no use in denying it any longer.Â
You caved.
Tears streaming down your face as you hiccupped your admission of affections for him, red-faced and flustered.
âSâtoru, I-Iâll be your girlfriendâneed you nâneed your cock sâmuchââ
Pressing the side of your face against the mattress you bring a shaky hand through your legs, fingers slipping over your slick as you part your pussy lipsâyour vacant core exposed and fluttering, begging for him just as hard.
ââmâalso youâre onahole T-Toru, I promise iâll only fuck you, j-just please keep fucking me, i wanna cum on your cock, want your cum in me Toru baby!â
You might die from the shame of it all once you sober up from being utterly cockdrunk and stupefied but all you could think about right now was Gojoâs hard dick laying heavy pipe back into your cunt.
Something snaps in Gojo.
Head over heels for you now, Gojo knew from that moment on heâd never let you go.Â
Real or 2Dâno could compare to you in Gojoâs eyes.Â
Toru finally found something he loved more than digimonâyour perfect lilâpussy.
And he was going to show her how much he loved her right now.
Taking what was so graciously presented to him this time around, youâre short circuiting once heâs finally inside you again your most base needs being satiated turning you into a cockfiendish whore crying for him to fuck you harder as you grip his sheets like you could rip them apart.Â
His strokes become more merciless, unrelenting on your pussy and Gojo leans his weight onto your back, legs bent crouching on top of you, his hips becoming manic they thrashed forward in short heavy thrusts to hammer you into the mattress.
Gojo himself is beyond gone.Â
Disregarding all promises of mentioning otaku shit while he was wrecking your cunt. Â
âFuck bunny this feels better then what I thought Agnewomonâs pussy would be likeâ you'd look so sexy in that cosplay. Gonna have you dress up for me and show you off at cons. Iâll buy you whatever you want, anything, the whole fucking world yeah? Just fuckâwear those those vibrating panties while you cosplay too, youâd like that?â
You tightened groaning at his debauchery, something that was not missed at all by Gojo who by this point had fucked his own self dumb in your angelic cunt. White strands of his hair stuck to both of your faces as he tiled your head back so he could see how desperately those little hearts danced in your dilated pupils before they were reduced to nothing more than mere splotches whiting out your vision.
âFuck u really are a slut huh bunny? Tightening at the thought of all those otaku perverts looking at you in that skimpy outfit while I control the buzzing on that lil clit. But they canât have youâmâthe only otaku pervert that knows how to make you cum!â
Delirious with melodic honeyed cries spilling from you, you just wanted him to stop talkingâpointing out every single time your body responded to his ecchi tastes becoming your tastes and now just yearning for a taste of him.Â
Reaching back youâre pulling him down to smash your lips together. Messy, but you could care as Gojo tried to swallow your tongue fucking his own into your mouth with a force that matched his cock. If fucking you was heaven then kissing you was nirvanaâheâd give you the whole world if he could keep fucking you like this forever.
Gojo needs you to cum again soon as the feral need breed your tummy until it swells with his seed has him losing the little sanity he even had to begin with. A virgin until today heâd saved up so much waiting for your tight cunt this whole time.Â
Moving his lips away from yours only for air, your chest heaves harmonies cries from his hand weaving under your bodies. Jittery fingers swiped frantically over your clit, hurling you towards your euphoric climax as his lips descend back upon yours.
âCum BunnyâI got ya baby.â
Deliberately plowing himself harder against your cervix, your body seizes up releasing tension into pure white energy that you swore was pumping through your every vein as an extension of your pussy as his heavy load spurts to paint your walls and sear your insides as his thrusts continue to swill his seed inside you, pushing it further into your wombâ-thank fuck for birth control.
However that was the last thing you remember before you go limp, temporarily blacked out as you swear youâve transcended to a celestial plane of existence. One where all slutted out souls went to escape from the unearthly pleasure theyâve been tortured by. You donât know how long youâve been out but you're squirming as you come back to consciousness. Realizing your now back on your back as your hips involuntarily rocking against something thick and wet.Â
When you finally manage to open your eyes you're greeted by Gojo tongue slurping at your clit and lapping up the cum oozing out of your battered hole like it was a refreshingly creamy bowl of kakigori. His hands embedded themselves into your thighs pinning them to the bed nibbling on your clit and having your already overstimulated core climaxing on his tongue once more.
Strings of your sticky nectar connect his tongue to your cunt as he looks up at you. Having the audacity to grin lovingly at you as if he didnât look like a downright starved and deranged man with a sheen of shared fluids dribbling down his chin. Heâs pussy drunk once again this time buzzed off the pungent yet sweet taste of his cum marinating in your creamy tenderized cunt. Â
Gojo is cheesinâ at you like heâs found his favorite spot in the worldâand he had as far as he was concerned.
âYou said it was too messy, remember Bunny? The least I can do to make it up to you is scoop every drop out of your runny lilâ cunt with my tongue! What kind of boyfriend would I be to have all this cum soaking my Bunnyâs slutty little thong and spilling down her thighs while out to dinnerâso I decided to have mine a little early.â
FUCKING HELLâDINNER! What time was it?!Â
Disordented, your head is fuzzy and you could feel the soreness settling in your muscles. You didnât think youâd be able to get out of this bed in the next 24 hours, let alone make it to dinnerâif you hadnât already missed it!Â
âNnnn, n-not like I can go anymore Toru, sâall your f-fault!â
Your bruised lips poke out into pout. Gojo chuckles at you how cute you look and he rises up from between your thick thighs to boop you on the nose as he gazes adoringly at you.
âI know princess mâsorryâI already texted Shoko saying you couldnât, donât worry~~â
But your eyes widened as you were now fully worried.Â
Worried as to what the fuck Gojo actually texted them!Â
âT-Toruââ
ââI just told them you werenât feeling well, was that okay?â
Quickly assuaging your fearsâyou can relax a bit for now (although you were sure youâd have a lot of explaining to do later) as Gojo pulls you to him again and softly kisses your neck, hands returning to your ass to rub soothing circles on your chaffed skin.Â
Relaxing again floods sleep into your eyes. A welcome godsend honestly, so you can process everything that just happened, especially Gojo aggressively fucking a love confession out of you.Â
âAnd mâsorry if I got carried away Bun⌠but you were so good for me, so fucking perfect! Just relax and Iâll take care of you! Iâll handle everythingâfor you and your nasty lilâ cunt. I love you both and Iâll keep both my pretty girls happy forever! I promise!â
Gazing at you with cartoonishly sparkling eyes, you have to look away from Gojo lest your ears altogether burn up in embarrassment from his shameless and yet a hundred percent earnest vocalization of affections that somehow still got your heart racing.
ââoh and my parents will be here tomorrowâwe can tell them right? They will be so excited! They've been telling me since I was little I shouldnât let you get away! Ooo! Ooo! Maybe now that we're dating theyâll let us use their sex dungeon! We need to think of a safe word though Bunnyââ
Scarcely comprehending anything he is saying to you, your mind like your pussy had been fully liquified. Both ruthlessly corrupted by Gojoâs long otaku cock and pervy ass fantasies which is no surprise seeing as his family even owns aâ
HOLâ THE ENTIRE FUCKUPâA SEX DUNGEON!?
Like a shot of caffeine directly into your veins your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you blink at him dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. Â
âDoesnât that sound fun, Bunny!? My parents are so cool! When I turned 18 my dad even gave me some of his rare and one-of-a-king hentai figures for my collection to get me started and thenââ
Tuning him out youâre gagged at the unexpected revelationsâand his parents always seemed like such charming nâ decent God fearing people too. Well known to be ruthless in the business world, but upstanding global philanthropists nonetheless.
Well the apple sure as hell didnât fall too far from the sordid sex fiend tree, that was for damn sure!
Clearly you had no idea what you were getting yourself into or had unleashed by agreeing to be Gojoâs girlfriend. I mean, could no longer deny your growing feelings for himâplus he did just give you multiple back-breaking-terrifyingly-mind-numbing-earth-shattering-orgasms. Not to mention, you would definitely be getting one of every Hermes bag ever made if you wanted oneâbut at what cost?
Your Dignity?Â
Self-respect?Â
The right to call yourself a functional and contributing non-degenerate member of society?
Who knows reallyâŚ
Although perhaps dating a Gojo, the next heir at that, youâd be too rich and highly regarded for people to even care (weâll except for your friends giving yâall hell but you could eventually make peace with that).
You internally groan as the gentle touches on your bottom morph into lustful gropes and you know your brand new boyfriend would not be granting rest for your totally demolished lilâ pussy anytime soon unless you could distract him a bit.
ââToru, Toru baby listen, please.â
Interrupting him, you muster the energy to put on the sweetest face you can manage in your exhausted state.Â
And of course, Gojo, as always and yet unknowingly, tests the limits of your tolerance.
âYes, my whittle Bunny, my kinky baby girlâhentai goddess divine?â
Gojo nuzzles your nose in an eskimo kiss as he showers you with âloving complimentsâ.Â
Scrunching your face, you grit your teeth through your already weak smile to stop yourself from losing it at him referring to you as âhentai goddess divineââyâall would definitely be having a talk about that as well as appropriate in-public pet names later though.
âBabyyyyyâIâm so sticky and sore, why donât you be a good boyfriend and get stuff ready for us to take a bath, hm? Maybe find me something else to wear too, hm?â
You did need a bath and you calculated even with his energetic disposition it should take him at least 15-20 minutes to delegate the tasks and get everything together considering how huge his mansion was.
âOh! Of course, of course! Just wait here! Iâll be right back, my ecchi angel.â
Brow-twitching you sit up to wave at him with another strained smile as he scrambles to put on pants and heads out of his room.
You sigh tiredly and make yourself comfy on his cloud like pillows.Â
Thinking heâs finally left and you can savor some much needed time to make peace with what you got yourself into by agreeing to be the girlfriend of an otaku nerd like Gojo Satoruâ
âwhen his head suddenly peaks back in the room with a sheepish look on his face.
âHeh, you know Bunny, was thinkingâyou really didnât think I could code crack your cute lilâ cunt now did ya?â
Your eyes are closed but your fists are balling angrily gripping onto the pillows surrounding you.
âDonât worry Bunny, yours is the only pussy my dick is digidestined for!â
With that, Gojo narrowly avoids the Agumon pillow plushie that is swiftly hurled at his head as he dashes away from the door, his merry yet hysterical laughter echoing through the halls.
Šblkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.
â a/n: this fic was wayyyy too long but i've been kinda mean to y'all gojo glazers lately rejoicing in your sorrows cause you are now miserable like the rest of us lmfao, so consider this y'alls bone :P tbh im kinda surprised this is the first full gojo fic i've written lol, it was fun tho cause otaku!gojo is a freak for pussy would drive you insane in all the right and wrong ways. i still have invisible man gojo and ceo/professor gojo planned tho (plus that frat boy satosugu request).
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Sukuna is pissed.
The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.
In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.
How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.
Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?
He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.
"What â" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.
Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.
At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.
"You â"
"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.
Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted â"
In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.
"You could have just stayed like this â"
"Shh."
Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.
"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.
You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.
"There. Problem solved."
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ellie, who uses a vibrator on you for the first time, and just canât get e-fucking-nough.
wc: 2.2k (smut + light fluff)
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âthe fuck is that?â you hum from the crook of her neck after having examined the small toy, and it rests in her palm, her voice a little shaky from nerves. âokay.. so.. uh.. this little guy, helps stimulate certain areas..â
âthis little guy?â you repeat her words with a playful smirk, pupils dilated with adoration when you look at her, resplendent enough that she can see her flustered expression reflecting back at her when she maintained that eye contact.
âyeah, this little guy..â she has a teasing smile to her, which only amplifies the pooling anticipation in your stomach.
âturn it on. turn it on.â you eagerly whisper against her neck, your lips still numb from your previous make-out, tingling from her savoured taste. after a few seconds of tampering with the remote, you hear a silent whirring. âalright.. says here that this is the lightest level. ân then..â she mumbles, and the whirring intensifies into a jarring buzz.
âi see..â you mumble as you watch the toy convulsing in her palm, and you touch it, your fingertips shivering intensely upon the metallic. âdamn.â
but whilst your eyes are inspecting it, her eyes are plastered onto you, eyes brimming with desire. lust. hunger. you donât notice it, you just feel her seductive breath on your cheek; her inviting whisper following shortly after.
âlet me.. please?â
you slowly turn your head to look at her, noting her low lids and desperately parted lips that beg for your acceptance. you donât answer, admiring her features as it fuels the fluttering in your chest and the cudgelling of your heartbeat against your ribs.
you want it. you want her so bad.
âitâll feel good, baby.. iâll try..â her whisper is a plead, delicate kisses peppering your jawline so seductively as she guides the device to your chest. your breath is unregulated, shaky with her intuitive touches.
you sigh, when she grazes it over your clothed nipple, the vibration a pleasure on your breast. âit tickles.â you breathily laugh, your stomach shuddering along with the device.
âtickles?â she laughs against your lips, smooching at the corner of them amorously. her elbow propping herself up, and you watch as she grazes it repeatedly over your nipple; watching as the fabric starts raising slightly when it hardens.
the vibrations start teasingly streamlining down to your underwear, wetness so evident when your clothed slit engulfs the metal.
âgonna put it on your clit, my love..â she whispers, as if sheâs asking for your permission, your guidance.
her breath ghosts your cheek as her gaze focuses on your thighs - the heaven between them. the way your dripping cunt swallows it, blissful sensations on your swollen and clothed clit when she applies pressure.
âoh..â you whisper shakily, your hips instinctively and subtly rutting into it. because you want more.
âoh?â she repeats, eyebrows arching momentarily. she experiments, fingertips guiding the device - circling, tapping and grazing your clit.
itâs when she pulls the dampened fabric to the side, holding the vibrator down onto your hood that you seem rather eager. âwait. keep it-keep it there.â you sigh, thighs twitching. you feel your core tightening, clit pulsing with it's own lustrous heartbeat, and your hips subconsciously rolling into it. âkeep it-there..â
âfeels good, baby?â her lips subtly turn upwards into something you could only describe as a snarky smirk, tongue resting between her teeth.
youâre focused, ankles quivering and your abdomen tensing repeatedly from the ecstasy. you hear her mumble again through the concentration, her irises narrowed at your bodyâs reaction. âshaking so much, holy shit.â
your breathing is a little jagged, and youâre clutching at her wrist, making sure she doesnât move or mettle up that teasing courage of hers to deny you what you so desperately want need. âjust donât move it..â you gasp, your back arching into the vibrations.
you scan her features through the haze; pretty verdant eyes tainted with desire, the fruitful shape of her lips, and that fucking scar slicing her eyebrow. she's wearing that stupid black shirt you like so much, and has that stupid hairstyle you love. âyouâre so hot..â you whisper faintly, impulse that reflects your innate need to finish spilling out. âiâm gonna-fuck. iâm gonna ride your fucking face after this..â
âyeah?â she arches her eyebrows, voice a pitch higher, as if sheâs challenging you. mocking you, even.
âuh huh.. gonna-iâm gonna-â you try to think of what to say, but nothing other than your whimpering blither seeping from your helpless lips. and so she interrupts you,
âgonna what, baby?â she whispers, and you know for sure now - she's definitely mocking you. you look down to her hand between your thighs; watching the tendons that manifest her slender wrist start to twitch, those admirable veins framing her knuckles.
your impending orgasm is obvious by how tremulous your body reacts, her fingers amping up the vibrations as she presses it deeper onto your clitoral hood.
"oh, that's it. just let go, feel it.." she whispers, her free hand slithering down to your tremoring hip, measuring up the clenching and troubled muscles within them. her mouth is watering, she doesn't realise it until she swallows back her saliva.
she wants nothing more than to suck at your clit, coat you with her, slurp up your taste so disgustingly that you wouldn't be able to look at her the same tomorrow.
her free hand glides towards your slit, your thick juices coating her slim fingers so seductively. you hear her hum, a low and guttural moan, as you feel one of them slew inside your hole. it contracts so welcomingly around her finger, and it's so easy for her to slide another in.
"m sorry, baby.. i should've asked.." she whispers when she hears your troubled whine, but its not troubled in the sense you don't want it, it's troubled in the sense that you've never understood how fucking good it feels to be stuffed with her fingers.
so you shake your head with difficulty, trying to notion to her that it's fine, she can do as she pleases.
so she teasingly twines them upwards, feeling the harsh vibrations of the toy on your clit internally against your walls. "you feel that?" she asks softly, her voice silk.
"more.. just-just a little more.." you exhale unstably, so desperate to feel her against your most sensitive nerves, so guiding and patient with her. she takes your words, absorbs them with gratitude.
"more, my love.. i got you.." she's also unsteady with her breath, and just like your desperation, she's desperate to impress.
you feel her curl further against your spongy and quivering walls, eyes rolling back as she gradually fucks you with her fingers. "like that, pretty girl?"
"uh huh.. uh-like that.. like-oh fuck, ellie, baby-"
she can tell you're gonna come by how choked up your breaths are, and how rigid your body feels under her hands. "nice and easy, nice and easy.." she whispers, and you suddenly feel her wet tongue on your stomach, streamlining up to your abdomen and leaving a trail.
you can hear your own thighs walloping against her hand, your cunt squelching with every appreciative pump of her fingers. and ellie does what ellie does best, she talks you through it.
"thas' it, feel what i'm doing to you. just relax.."
"you whining for me?â
and it's suddenly too much, your eyes rolling back and head digging further into the fleecy pillow. "please please please please-" you're begging, pleading like a whore for it. you feel her tongue lick selfishly at your sternum, your shirt riding up and the air whipping against your piping hot skin.
when you look down to watch her tongue start relentlessly flicking at your nipple, her eyes dreamily shut, the sneezelike sensation in your core possesses everything in your body.
you're coming so aggressively, back arching into her as she keeps the vibrator on your messy folds - only this time, grazing it directly over your overstimulated clit, her fingers still urging you to your overbrimming limit.
you're whining like a mess, how she likes it.
sheâs trying to hold you down, or at least stabilise you when you come, her fingers seeping out of your cunt and clutching at your shaking hips.
"i know it feels good, i know.." she murmurs against your skin, goosebumps littering your chest and arms. her fingers are glossed with your cum, thumb tracing patterns into your waist.
youâre trembling so much that she keeps losing grip.
she decreases the vibrations drastically to aid your oversensitivity, but keeps the device buried against your clit; your underwear slowly going back over your drenched slit as she lets go.
youâre confused at first, shuffling around uncomfortably when you feel your underwear soak up your cum, your clit still getting ambushed from the low vibrations.
but sheâs not one to disappoint, stripping off her sweatpants and her bare thighs smoothing against yours as she situates her bare and drooling cunt against you.
your thigh is hoisted against her clothed abdomen, and you can feel the dips of her lanky muscle contract slightly. sheâs worked herself up.
âride my face in a minute, babyâ i just.. i need this..â she sighs urgently, feeling the wetness of your underwear; sheâs thirsty for it, dehydrated for it.
her clit is purple and erect, subtly grinding against your underwear, the vibrations humming through the fabric and stimulating her so divinely. the tone in her arms and the impulsive rolling of her hips, her stomach rubbing against your bare and piping hot thigh.
fuck, you like her using you like this. so selfish, self-serving.
youâre starting to uncontrollably tremor again, her movements forcing the vibrator against your overwhelmed clit. âiâll be quick, prettyâiâll be quick-â she gasps, delectable lips parted.
her rutting hips are becoming sloppier, the bed frame starting to rock against the wall and creak.
âellieâellie, please- please hurry, itâs too much..â you whine, because the overstimulation is too shattering for you to orgasm again. but youâre trying to cherish the high of watching her face scrunch from abundant pleasure and yearning, the prize of hearing her guttural whimpers.
and itâs all so worth it, the torture of sensory overload, when her thighs start quivering against yours. her fingers clenching your thigh so frantically, her frenzied state erupting as she orgasms.
âmmph-holy shit-âmm babyââ she gasps, lips parted erotically against your knee, the adrenaline forcing her fingers to twitch around your thighs.
sheâs still rutting against you, bathing through the last remaining ripples of her orgasm, before she takes note of your raw state. her fingers are delicate, sliding your swamped underwear down your legs and turning the vibrator off. itâs submerged in your cum, sweat and enjoyment.
âare you okay? was that too much?â she asks softly, hands gently squeezing your kneecaps in reassurance. sheâs not sure why, but now that her impulsive drive to finish on your vibrating pussy is satisfied and fulfilled, she has some worried aftertaste on her tongue.
worried that she pushed your boundaries, or didnât consider your feelings.
âno, you idiot. that was-â you sigh, covering your dazed eyes with your arm. âthat was so fucking hot.â
you hear her relieved laugh, and itâs silent for a few seconds. nothing but the sound of the light drizzles of rain outside, the balance of your relaxed and seduced breaths.
âstill wanna ride my face, maâam?â you hear her ask, not ignoring the tinge of hope in her tone. and so you laugh, looking up at her. she has a hue of mauve under her eyes, bags bags that demonstrate her careless sleep schedule.
but sheâs stunning. and she makes those eyebags annoyingly sexy.
âi always wanna ride your face..â you mumble, unable to resist the spirited smile that tugs your lips upwards when you see the rosiness in her face bloom. sheâs excited, sheâs a loser for it.
âbut.. maybe.. in the shower.. iâm likeââ you mumble, sluggishly sitting up, discomfort when you look down and see thick strings of your arousal between your thighs. âiâm hot, and sweaty, and gross.â
you look at her, and youâre strangely flustered by how she maintains eye contact. itâs out of character, even for ellie, but sheâs jumped through the hurdles of being awkward with you.
all of the timidity and shyness has been bleached; she looks at you with such intimate love. âokay.. fine by me, maâam..â she nods, lazily blinking through her infatuation.
and for the first time, itâs you that canât uphold the eye contact. your eyes darting anywhere but hers - her collarbone, freckled cheeks fanned by her lashes, those admirable hands that are still resting on your knees.
they trace tender and doting patterns into your shins, nails that tickle and gently scratch your skin.
and when you look back up, sheâs still gazing, nailing that romantic and worshipping gaze straight through you.
fuck, stop looking at me like that, williams.
âi love you..â you whisper, hands resting on her shoulders, before gliding up to cup her cheeks. her skin is also piping hot. âyouâre so good to me.â
she looks calm on the outside, but on the inside, itâs absolute fucking havoc. her heartbeat hammering against her chest, eyes softening, and her hands reluctantly hovering above yours.
her palms rest on your wrists, and she slowly tilts her head to kiss your fingers, unblinking eyes that are still staring at you. her whisper is faint, anticipatory, and vanilla.
âi love you more, pretty..â
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SHARING IS CARING!
ĘÉ summary: satoru agrees to share his girlfriend with kento for one night to help ease some of the stress heâs been under lately! but that doesnât mean heâs going to make it easy for his co-worker.
warnings: fem!reader, voyeurism, cuck!satoru, oral (m receiving), breast play, penetration (p in v), fingering, pussydrunk nanami, squirting, praise kink, 18+ minors dni.
wc: 7.1k
despite how much satoru enjoys teasing his co-worker kento nanami, he can see how much stress the other man has been under lately. itâs clear from the heavy bags underneath his eyes, the way his back is almost permanently hunched in exhaustion.
the white-haired sorcerer spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in his office brainstorming different ideas to attempt to cheer nanami up. his usual go-to for anyone else would be to buy them some sweets, but he has a feeling that wouldnât be too appreciated in this situation.
and then, after his phone buzzed with a newly received text from you: his pretty little girlfriend who was currently waiting for him at home â a lightbulb lit up in his head.
he could give you to nanami to cheer him up.
well, when he says âgiveâ, of course he really means lending you to nanami. a one-time only gift (that must be returned after use) as it were.
and satoru will unarguably be present to observe the entire interaction too â he has to make sure nanami treats his sweet girl the way she deserves, after all. if the other man was to leave you unsatisfied, he would very possibly have to hollow purple him.
(and he also wouldnât be completely opposed to watching his much-too-uptight co worker unravel before his eyes, either. but heâll keep that part to himself.)
pleased with his newest idea, satoru practically skips along the halls on the way to nanami's office, a wide grin stretched across his lips and anticipation buzzing throughout his body.
"hellooo, nanamin!" he coos obnoxiously once he arrives outside his co-worker's office, craning his neck to peek his head around the doorway. "you in here?"
nanami audibly sighs at the sound of the white-haired man's voice, glancing up briefly from his desk with an unimpressed look pulling at his visibly exhausted features. "yes, gojo, i'm clearly in here. what is it you want this time?"
satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering as he steps fully inside the office. it's clear he's up to no good (even more so than usual), given the way he's practically vibrating on the spot with excitement.
"well?" the blonde man prompts impatiently, his eyes already cast back down to the various piles of paperwork splayed across his desk. he's evidently in no mood to deal with satoru's mischief.
"now now, don't rush me!" he huffs in response, his lower lip jutting out in an overdramatic pout despite knowing nanami isn't even looking in his direction right now. "this is a very... sensitive topic. so i'm gonna need you to pay suuuper close attention. got it?"
at this, nanami looks up from his papers, his annoyance slowly morphing into cautiousness. "sensitive how? this better not be about you wanting to know how many people i've bedded in the past, because i already told you that i will never dignify such a shameless question with an answer."
"what? no! it's not about that," satoru chuckles amusedly, before tapping the bottom of his chin with a slender finger in a theatrical display of thought. "....although, i really should find out the answer to that eventually."
nanami rolls his eyes all the way to the back of his head behind his goggles, bringing two fingers up to rub his temple. "i don't have time for this, gojo. whatever it is you came here to ask, will you just spit it out already?"
"alright, alriiight!" the white-haired sorcerer whines petulantly, sauntering further into the office and leaning his elbows against his co-worker's desk like he owns the place. "so, i've noticed you've been under a lot of stress latelyâ"
"which is none of your business, might i add." the other man deadpans bluntly, his lips set into their usual tight line as he regards satoru.
"sure. but, as your co-worker and friend, i've decided to make it my business," he retorts without missing a beat, waving a pale hand dismissively in nanami's direction as he continues speaking. "and i've come up with the perfect solution to cheer you up!"
nanami raises a blonde eyebrow at this, visibly still cautious but (hopefully) a little curious now. "oh, have you now?" he mutters tightly, attempting to hide the subtle interest hiding under his tone. but satoru notices, because of course he does.
"mhmm," satoru croons mischievously, his grin morphing into a little smirk as he leans further across the desk. "would you like to hear it, nanamin?"
the interest in his colleague's expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by irritation yet again as he releases a deep sigh. "i'm not in the mood for your games, gojo. are you going to tell me or not?"
"ugh, fine," the white-haired man groans dramatically, rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. "can't blame a guy for trying to build up a little suspense."
satoru rifles around in his pocket for a few moments before pulling out his phone, instantly thrusting the device directly into nanami's face with absolutely no context.
"whatâ" nanami begins, his words quickly trailing off into an unintelligible sound of some description once he catches sight of the picture being displayed on his colleague's lock screen. "oh."
"like what you seee?" he coos obnoxiously from behind the phone, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better view of the other man's reaction. "just kidding - i know you do."
"this... is that your girlfriend?" the blonde man croaks out, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered. "and why is that your lockscreen, for the love of god?"
satoru just shrugs nonchalantly, jerking the phone back towards himself and taking a moment to admire the photo of you. it's your pretty body, completely bare on his bed, perky breasts on full display and smooth legs spread wide to reveal your abused pussy which was just oozing with ropes of his goopy cum.
"yes, it's my girlfriend," he hums proudly, shoving the device back into his pocket before fixing nanami with another wide grin. "and why not? it's not like anyone else sees it except me. until now, obviously."
"right," the other man breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly in a poor attempt to try and compose himself. "and, pray tell, why did you feel the need to show me that?"
satoru huffs dramatically, as if having to actually explain the proposition he's come up with is taking a serious toll on him. "come onn, nanamin. use that brilliant brain of yours! i say i have a way to relieve some of your stress, and then i show you that picture..."
nanami visibly tenses as the realization of what his colleague is suggesting washes over him, his eyes narrowing into cautious slits. but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case he misinterpreted his words, so he settles for saying â "is this another one of those highly unamusing pranks of yours, gojo?"
the white-haired man rolls his eyes yet again, leaning even closer over the desk and tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "you really think i'd show you a naked picture of my girl if this was just a prank?"
as much as it irks nanami to admit, even to himself, his co-worker does has a point there.
"touchÊ." he grumbles under his breath, trying his best to keep up his uninterested façade despite how obviously affected he is by seeing that picture of you; needless to say, he thinks satoru is a very lucky man.
"that's all you're gonna say? touchĂŠ?" satoru repeats incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically. "no 'yes please, gojo, i'd love to get me some of that'?"
"first of all, i would never say it so crudely," the blonde man retorts with his nose wrinkled in not-so-subtle disgust, shaking his had faintly. "and second of all, i'm not the sort of man who takes what doesn't belong to him."
satoru snorts out a loud laugh at this. "ugh, drop the serious act for a minute, nanamin! it's not like you're stealing her away from me or anything. i'm just offering some... one-time only stress relief, that's all."
"whatever you say, gojo," he mutters dismissively, waving a hand in his direction before rubbing his temple yet again. "even if i was to consider such a proposition, have you asked your girlfriend if she would be willing to participate?"
"yeah, sooo, about that..." satoru responds in an elongated hum, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.
"satoruâ"
"wait, wait! just let me explain," the white-haired man squeaks hurriedly, waving around his hands theatrically. the rare use of his first name from his colleague clearly shows just how annoyed he is at this point. "i was so excited when i came up with the idea that i kinda-maybe-definitely forgot to ask her."
"why am i not surprised?" nanami huffs bluntly, clearly losing whatever interest he may have begrudgingly gained when he saw the photo.
but just before he can return to his work, satoru quickly speaks up again. "hey, wait just a minute! she's my girl, and i know my girl. she'll say yes."
nanami pauses for a few moments, silently cursing the way he's actually considering this insane proposition. but there's two facts he can't deny â one: he has been under a lot of stress lately, and he wouldn't exactly mind releasing it. and two: satoru's girlfriend is incredibly attractive.
much to his chagrin, he doesn't have a good reason to say no.
"...alright."
and that's how kento nanami finds himself standing outside your and satoru's apartment a week later, his fist hovering just above the door as he attempts to process what's awaiting him on the other side.
he can't quite believe he's actually going to 'release his stress' by using satoru's pretty little girlfriend who he's never even met before today. but he knows that not going through with it isn't an option â especially when he'll have to endure his colleague's relentless teasing afterwards.
so he knocks.
and it's you who opens the door, dressed in nothing but one of satoru's old shirts that is definitely much too long for you, the baggy fabric practically swallowing you whole as you stand before nanami.
"oh!" you gasp in realization as you look up at him, a small smile spreading across your lips as you kindly extend a hand to the man in front of you. "you must be kento! toru's told me a lot about you."
nanami, much to his own embarrassment, takes a few long moments to recover from the sight of you. somehow, you're even more beautiful in person than you were in that photo on his co-worker's lockscreen (despite being much more... clothed now.)
"ahem. yes, that's me," he murmurs after swallowing roughly, taking your hand in his own to give it a quick shake. he tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the size difference between them; how your hand practically disappears beneath his. "all good things, i hope?"
"oh, of course." you chuckle softly, stepping to the side and opening the door a little wider in a silent initiation for him to come inside. this is it â his last chance to just blow this whole thing off and drive home.
but he doesn't take that chance.
instead, he shuffles inside with a polite smile in your direction, pulling his other hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers he'd bought on the way over here; he wasn't exactly sure what was an appropriate gift for someone else's girlfriend who was going to let him have sex with her, so he settled for some simple roses.
you close the door behind the two of you, your eyes widening when they fall on the flowers. how very... gentlemanly. you hadn't expected him to bring any type of present tonight â from what you'd gathered from satoru, this was going to be a very transactional exchange.
"sorry... is this too forward?" nanami mutters a little awkwardly, toying with the petal of one of the roses. "if you don't want them, i can go put them back in myâ"
"no, no! they're beautiful," you say quickly, grasping the bouquet from him with a warm smile stretching across your lips. "it's really sweet of you. i just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
the blonde man seems to relax slightly at this, his tensed shoulders slowly deflating and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it's clear he's never done anything like this before; but then again, neither have you.
but when satoru had come to you with the idea of helping out his thoroughly overworked colleague and friend, who also happened to be quite handsome (in your boyfriend's words), you couldn't help but agree.
and satoru definitely underestimated kento's appearance with that measly description. he's more than quite handsome â he's gorgeous, with those well-kempt blonde locks and that ridiculously sharp jawline that could probably cut glass.
...let's just say you're not having any last minute regrets about agreeing to this.
"so, how about you go and make yourself comfortable in the living room while i put these in some water?" you suggest kindly, gesturing to doorway on the left as you head in the direction of the kitchen with the bouquet in your hands.
nanami nods in agreement, ducking his head to fit underneath the doorframe as he saunters into the living room of your apartment. it's cozy and small, with little trinkets that just scream satoru gojo scattered around the area.
of course that man has to make even his living room as chaotic as he is.
he plops down onto the couch, his still somewhat tense body sinking into the comfortable material. he feels more relaxed already than he has in months â it must be something to do with the warm atmosphere in your home (or the promise of what's to come.)
his respite doesn't last for long, however, because satoru comes bounding down the stairs, his blindfold askew and his grin wide when he notices nanami sitting there in his living room. "heyyy, nanamin! you're actually here! i figured you'd chicken out last minute, honestly."
the blonde man rolls his eyes behind his goggles, shooting his colleague a thoroughly unimpressed look in response to his statement; as if he hadn't just been considering 'chickening out', as gojo put it, moments ago outside the front door.
but he doesn't have to know that.
"well, i didn't." he settles for sighing bluntly, raising a neatly trimmed eyebrow when satoru drapes himself across the couch next to him like an oversized cat, practically taking up every inch of spare space.
"what's that look for?" satoru snickers obnoxiously, slinging his lanky legs over nanami's lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "this is my house you're in right now, remember? i can do what i want."
before nanami can even think of replying, you start padding into the room, shooting your boyfriend what can only be described as a disapproving look. "toru, stop harassing our guest."
the white-haired man lets out a petulant whine in response, grasping your hips as soon as you draw close enough and pulling you down onto his lap. he buries his face in your neck, grumbling. "i'm not harassing him, baby! it's just our usual banter. riiight, nanamin?"
"right." he chuckles lightly, exchanging an amused glance with you over satoru's head at the other man's antics. he's more like a young, whiny child than a full grown adult; especially when he acts like this.
"hey, stop smiling at him!" satoru huffs overdramatically in protest, looking up at you from your neck with one of his bright blue eyes peeking out from under his blindfold. "you're supposed to be on my side, pretty girl."
"i am on your side, silly," you say with fond exasperation, bringing a hand up to ruffle his messy white locks affectionately. "are you seriously mad at me for getting along with your friend?"
"no, i guess not." he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face back into your skin like a beloved pet would do to its owner.
nanami can't help but find it fascinating how the strongest sorcerer and most popular teacher at jujutsu tech seems to completely melt in your presence â there must be something really special about you, and he feels honoured to be allowed to have you for himself; even if only for one night.
"soâ uh, how does this... work?" the blonde man asks curiously after clearing his throat, looking between you and the manchild snuggling you in his lap with a carefully questioning gaze.
satoru giggles at this, turning his head to give nanami an obnoxiously teasing wink. "how does me letting you hit this..." he drawls playfully, his hand traveling down from your hip to lightly squeeze your ass. "...work, nanamin?"
nanami almost chokes on his own salvia in response to his colleague's blunt wording, but somehow he manages to compose himself (just). "...yes, i suppose. if you insist on being so lewd about it."
you let out a small chuckle at this, swatting your boyfriend's hand away from your ass and giving him a chiding look, to which he just shrugs innocently.
"i think it should be up to you, kento," you hum thoughtfully, resting your chin on satoru's head and peering over at the blonde man with an encouraging smile. "how would you like this to work?"
"ah, well..." nanami begins, finding his brain seems to have short-circuited at your suggestion. he gets to choose how he has you? jesus, how is even supposed to form a single coherent sentence with you smiling at him like that?
"oh, come onn, nanamin!" satoru whines, raising one of his legs from the other man's lap to kick at his chest with one of his socked feet. "want me to give you some ideas? hmm... how about you start with her perfect little mouth? it works wonders, y'know!"
nanami lets a choked sound escape from somewhere in the back of his throat at this, his wide eyes shooting to you for any signs of hesitance. but he finds none, no â you're still smiling at him in such a friendly way, as if your boyfriend isn't signing you up to suck another man off right in front of him.
"is thatâ can i... are you sure?" he stammers awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced teenager rather than a fully grown man.
"it's fine with me," you say sweetly, each word so thick and honeyed, making nanami's head start to go a little hazy. he can already feel his trousers starting to grow uncomfortably tight just from the direction this conversation is going in. "would you like that, kento?"
"would iâ" nanami swallows thickly, stopping his words before they can come out sounding too eager. "yes... yes, i believe i would."
satoru grins widely at his co-worker's admission, effortlessly lifting you up from his lap and placing you on the floor in front of the couch. you crawl the rest of the way across the carpet, coming to perch between nanami's manspread legs.
the blonde man audibly gulps when you bring your hands up to his thighs, shifting just a little on the chair to try and hide how much his body is reacting to your proximity.
"phewww... look at him, baby," satoru whistles amusedly with a mischievous smirk as he watches the interaction, obnoxiously pointing to the growing tent in nanami's slacks. "so worked up already."
you tut lightly, shooting another disapproving look in your boyfriend's direction. "stop teasing him, toru. he's probably just touch-starved."
"something you wouldn't understand, gojo," nanami pushes out through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep up his usual collected demeanour even when he feels your fingers graze over his bulge. "not when you have such a sweet little thing waiting for you at home everyday."
"hm. now that is true," the white-haired man hums in agreement, reaching over nanami's lap to give your hair a gentle, loving stroke. "my girl always knows how to keep me satisfied."
you smile warmly up at satoru, leaning your head into his touch slightly while your hand squeezes around his colleague's clothed erection â and, shit. you can tell just how big he is even through these tight trousers.
you've really got your work cut out for you here.
satoru is quick to help you out, grasping a cushion from the couch and leaning down to slide it underneath your knees to make the position more comfortable for you. ugh, your boyfriend is just so considerateâ but tonight isn't about him. focus!
with better support on the floor, you reach up to pop open the button on the front of nanami's slacks, looking up at him through your lashes; and, god, he looks absolutely wrecked already. his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his goggle-clad eyes are staring anywhere but you.
despite how stoic he always was in satoru's descriptions of him, right now... kento nanami looks utterly adorable.
unzipping his fly, the only barrier between you and his monster of an aching cock is his expensive-looking boxers. and while at this point with satoru you'd usually do a little teasing, you figure with nanami, it's better to cut straight to the chase.
he clearly needs it.
so you dip your nails under the waistband of his underwear, carefully tugging it down to reveal your boyfriend's colleague in all of his touch-starved glory; cock just giant as it slaps against his clothed abdomen, all veiny and curved as the reddened tip leaks onto the couch.
"woww, nanamin!" satoru croons obnoxiously, fanning himself with his hand as if he's a prim and proper lady about to collapse from shock. "how big you are."
"do you really have to be here for this?" the blonde man retorts, shooting a glare so deadly in his friend's direction that if looks could kill... your boyfriend definitely would be six feet under.
"oh, absolutely," he drawls back without missing a beat, smirking smugly as he crosses his legs against nanami's lap, as if watching his girlfriend prepare to give his co-worker a blowjob is the most normal situation possible. "i'll be here the whooole time. better get used to it."
rolling your eyes at satoru's relentless teasing, you opt to distract nanami from the white-haired sorcerer's interjections by wrapping a hand around his bare length (let it be noted that you definitely cannot fit his entire girthy base in your grip.)
nanami lets out a raspy, broken groan at the contact, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to keep himself together. but the way his cock visibly jumps under your touch doesn't go unnoticed by you or satoru.
"relax for me, kento," you coo sweetly, giving him a light squeeze to make sure he's paying attention to your words. "gonna make you feel good, yeah?"
he can only release a few incoherent mumbles in response, his head falling back against the couch when you start to languidly stroke him, moving your hand from tip to base with well-practised movements.
"fuck, that's so hot," satoru groans as he shifts a little closer to get a better view of you working his uptight colleague with your fist, his own sweatpants starting to visibly tent too. "keep going, pretty girl."
you smile again at the praise, your thighs rubbing together subtly underneath satoru's baggy shirt. but he notices it, because of course he does, he knows your body's reactions like the back of his hand. "see that, nanamin? she loves it when you praise her. i hope you're taking mental notes right now."
nanami can only watch in awe as you lean down to press your soft lips to the leaking tip of his cock, his brain completely scrambled already from only a few touches. jesus, he can't believe he almost didn't agree to take part in this; heâs silently thanking his past self for having the confidence to go through with it right now.
"that's... you're doing goodâ so good." he pushes out, the words more of a garbled mess than anything as his toned hips involuntarily buck lightly into your hand, in search of more and more friction.
a small, satisfied hum spills from your lips at the praise, your tongue instinctively flicking out to lap at the pearlescent rivulets of pre-cum just streaming from his pudgy tip.
itâs not as sweet as satoruâs â it has a bit more of a salty tang. but itâs not exactly unpleasant either, and you find yourself digging the tip of your tongue into his slit to gather more of the interesting new flavour.
"ah!" nanami gasps loudly, the sound escaping from him without permission. his eyes fly open to fall squarely on you as you start suckling on his tip, finding himself being rendered completely speechless at the way youâre making him feel already â and youâve only just started.
heâs in for a long night.
âyeahh, sheâs good, isnât she?â satoru croons proudly from beside him, reminding nanami of his presence yet again. but he canât bring himself to be too mad at his colleague when heâs giving him access to his perfect girlfriend with such a sweet mouth.
âmhm,â the blonde man grunts out, his head rolling to the side slightly. he quickly shuts his eyes, not wanting to catch sight of satoru while heâs receiving such intense pleasure; the last thing he wants is to ruin his upcoming orgasm. âyouâre a luâ ah, a lucky man.â
âoh, i know i am,â satoru hums smugly, his hand still resting on your hair giving you a gentle push in a silent encouragement to move your head forward. âcome on, baby. i know you can take more of him than that.â
with the help of your boyfriendâs guiding hand, you find yourself sinking more of nanamiâs thick cock into your mouth, inch by girthy inch until your nose bumps against the small patch of trimmed blonde hair at the bottom of his abdomen.
âoh, fuuuckâŚâ nanami groans roughly, gripping the fabric of the couch so hard his knuckles are whitening as he tries to hold himself back from just fucking into your mouth like a feral animal.
âitâs okay if you want be rough, nanamin,â the white-haired sorcerer murmurs against the shell of his ear, as if directly reading his thoughts. âshe doesnât mind. sheâs your stress relief, remember?â
like the gentleman he is, nanami makes sure to make eye contact with you to check for any signs of hesitance first. but when he doesnât find any; he just canât hold himself back from thrusting his hips up into the wet cavern of your mouth.
you try your absolute best to kneel there and take it, but you simply canât help the way you choke around his sheer length when his tip hits the back of your throat with a lewd thwack!, causing both he and satoru to moan in response.
âyeahhh, you look so pretty choking on nanaminâs cock, babygirl.â satoru groans proudly, trailing his spare hand down to leisurely palm the bulge in his own pants as he observes the scene before him.
your boyfriendâs praise makes you audibly mewl around the blonde manâs cock, the vibrations around his shaft making nanami slap satoruâs hand out of your hair to grab it himself, keeping you in place as he continues rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon.
âjust like that, just like that.â nanami chants over and over like a mantra, starting to completely forget about any and all stress he has as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure youâre giving him.
âyouâre close, arenât you?â satoru chimes in with a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he leans in unnecessarily close to nanamiâs ear to whisper. âdonât worry about pulling out, sheâll swallow it all.â
his colleagueâs lewd words practically send nanami hurtling over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening to a borderline painful degree as he spills rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight down your throat.
it takes a few deep gulps for you to swallow everything nanami gave you, but thereâs just so much of it that a few stray drops spill from the edges of your lips and onto the carpet. shit â youâll have to clean that up later.
âthaatâs it. such a good girl,â satoru purrs warmly, his eyes alight with affection as he reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the dazed expression across your pretty features. âi think you broke nanamin, though.â
looking up at nanami, you can instantly see the visual evidence of what your boyfriend means by you breaking nanami.
the blonde man looks completely debauched â chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly in an attempt to come down from the intensity of his orgasm and eyes squeezed shut so tightly it would appear that he's in some sort of pain if you didn't know better.
"you alright there, kento?" you ask half-teasingly, tapping his thigh gently to try and gain his attention. (it doesn't work; he's clearly out of it.)
satoru is grinning like a madman beside him on the couch, clearly more than pleased with how well his girlfriend is doing unravelling his uptight co-worker so far. "aww, what a shame! he's chickening out before he can even get a feel of your tight little pussy."
you huff, lean up to swat at the white-haired sorcerer's arm in an attempt to get him to shut up, which only causes him to scoop you up in his arms again and place a big wet kiss on your lips in retaliation, seemingly uncaring of the lingering tase of nanami on them.
giggling, you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, which accidentally causes your ass to brush against nanami's still half-hard cock as a result; and that seems to snap him right out of his reverie.
nanami's entire body jolts to attention, a low groan leaving his lips as he glances down at where you're unintentionally pressed against him. and, god, if your mouth made him cum that hard that he forgot where he was for a few moments, just how much better must your pussy be?
"finally back with us, hmm?" satoru drawls playfully, reaching around you to punch his colleague's shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing the blonde man to scowl in response.
"quiet, gojo." he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the slip of your panties he can just about see from underneath the hem of your baggy shirt.
oh, what he'd give for just one little taste right now...
"don't even think about it," satoru cuts in, snapping him from his thoughts. oh dear, did he say that out loud? he really does need to get control of himself. "if you taste her you'll get addicted, and we can't have that."
nanami can't help but feel slightly disappointed at this â he's always been the type to return the favour, and not being able to do the same for you makes a subtle frown tug at his lips.
but he knows that he has no right to ask for anything more than what he's being offered, seeing as you're not his. (and it's not like he can complain if he gets to be inside that pretty pussy that's been on his mind since satoru showed him his lockscreen last week.)
"are you just gonna sit there, nanamin?" satoru chuckles in teasing disapproval, shaking his head and lifting up the hem of your (his) baggy shirt to reveal the considerable wet spot painting the crotch of your panties. "or are you gonna hurry up and take care of my girl? you knoow, it's bad manners to leave a lady waiting while she's this needy."
"ahem. my apologies, darling," nanami mutters hoarsely, using every ounce of self-control he has left to forcefully tear his eyes away from your underwear and meet your eyes. he gestures to his lap, giving you the strongest smile he can muster right now. "would you like to take a seat?"
"still so well-mannered." you giggle lightly, although you oblige without question, crawling away from satoru to perch yourself upon nanami's wide thighs. he instinctively reaches out to grasp your hips with two large hands, keeping you steady.
"so... can iâ?" nanami mutters quietly to satoru, as if sharing a well-kept secret, and not as if he's asking for permission to touch another man's girlfriend's cunt. jesus, is he out of his comfort zone right now.
"can you touch her? yes, yes, of course," the white-haired sorcerer replies quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if eager to get this underway already so he can sit back and enjoy the show. "oh, and you have to make her cum on your fingers atleast once before you can fuck her. house rules."
nanami isn't complaining about this rule.
he owes you an orgasm anyway, but when he slides your soiled panties to the side and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy, he feels as if it would be a crime not to put his fingers inside of you.
ever the gentleman, nanami looks up at you from behind his lopsided goggles one more time to check for any signs of hesitation, and when he still doesn't find any, he slowly dips two thick fingers between your folds, caressing your slick flesh.
you release a small sigh at the touch, your eyelids fluttering as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he's careful and gentle with his ministrations; since he obviously isn't familiar with what you like.
but you can tell he's the type to be a quick learner.
it isn't long before nanami has you squirming and whining on his lap, the two fingers he eased inside of your dripping entrance scissoring and exploring your sloppy hole, spreading you open bit by bit.
"mmm, you like that, pretty girl?" satoru asks raspily from behind you, lazily palming his clothed erection again as he observes your reactions to his colleague's touch. "is he making you feel good?"
"y-yeahhh." is all you can get out in your daze, your back arching forwards in an unconscious action when nanami's thumb finds your swollen clit, lightly pressing the rough pad of it down on the puffy bud.
satoru leans back in so his chin is almost resting on nanami's shoulder, his warm, laboured breaths caressing the lobe of the other man's ear. "her favourite thing is when you rub lil' circles on her clit." he whispers, voice low and teasing.
against his will, a shiver ripples down nanami's spine in response to satoru's words, and he finds himself following them like they were a command, his thumb sloppily circling your pretty clit and emitting a soft gasp from your parted lips.
"c-close, kento." you mutter breathlessly, your hips beginning to grind down onto his fingers in search of more friction. satoru is quick to assist, abandoning palming himself and wrapping his an arm around your waist to help you bounce on the other man's digits more smoothly.
"thank you, thank you!" you cry out to your boyfriend, turning your head to meet his lips in an uncoordinated, messy kiss inches from nanami's face. the blonde man finds his fingers unconsciously speeding up as he observes the interaction, fucking you on them hard and fast.
within moments, you're coming undone.
a soundless cry falls from your lips as your body falls limp between the two men, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nanami's fingers in search of something to milk.
"god. she looks even more beautiful when she cums... i-i need to feel her. can i feel her, satoru?" comes nanami's broken voice from somewhere nearby, your blissed out state making your vision swim and your hearing fuzzy.
"woow. called me by my first name and everything!" that's satoru, obviously. he sounds overwhelmingly smug. "if i knew my girlfriend would get you this pussydrunk, i'd have let you have a turn with her ages ago."
their bickering becomes background noise as you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you vaguely register your baggy shirt being removed and your body being repositioned so you're splayed across the couch on your back.
"darling? do you need a moment or can i..." it's nanami's voice again. you manage to blink one eye open to find him hunched over you, burly arms either side of your head and his blonde tresses sticking to his forehead with sweat. casting your vision down, you can see his cock, flushed and angry with precum dripping from the tip once again, hovering just above your entrance.
"please." you mewl, the word slurred from lingering pleasure as you weakly grind your hips up into his erection, causing him to release a groan from deep in his throat.
"go ahead. give my girl what she wants," satoru grunts from somewhere behind nanami, the slick sounds filling the air indicating that he's finally released his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and started jerking himself off. "and you better give it to her good."
"i will," nanami mutters as he slowly but surely, pushes his monster of a cock past that first tight ring of muscle that is your entrance. "f-fuckâ i will."
"i think that's the â ah â first time i've ever head you curse, nanamin." the white-haired man remarks playfully, his hips bucking up into his closed fist as he watches his colleague prepare to fuck his girlfriend. damn, this is even hotter than he expected.
"don't get used to it." he grunts in response, his arms visibly shaking above you as he tries to hold himself back from just slamming all the way into you. but no, he's still a gentleman; even now. he'll start slowly, atleast.
it takes a few long moments for nanami to push all of his ridiculously thick inches into you, and when he finally bottoms out, his heavy balls flush against your ass, both of you moan. he's stretching you out so good, just as much (if not more so) than satoru does.
the blonde man, to his credit, does manage to give you a while to adjust to the new intrusion filling you up, but it isn't long before he snaps, the animalistic side of him coming out as he begins rutting his hips into you like it's his last day on earth.
"a-ah! fuck, kento!" you cry breathlessly, your legs quickly locking around his waist for some type of support as he continues to use you like his own person cocksleeve, the couch rocking back and forth with the suddenly ruthless movements.
"uh huhh," satoru croons as he works his own cock faster, his blindfold discarded somewhere nearby so he can get the clearest view of nanami pounding his girlfriend into the couch. "use her to get rid of all that pesky stress."
"sorry, sweetheart â shit, sorry," nanami pants above you, his body seemingly having a mind of its own as he continues to drive his cock in and out of you, barely giving you a moment to breathe in between the rough thrusts. "can't stop."
you'd tell him it was okay, that it feels good, but right now you can't form a single coherent thought. you're completely and utterly cockdrunk, and there isn't even a doubt about it.
"hey â mmm â she really likes it when you play with her tits while you're fuckin' her." satoru adds helpfully, causing nanami to growl out something akin to thanks in response.
suddenly, a large hand is palming one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and making you clench tightly around the cock inside of you.
nanami curses yet again under his breath, his eyes visibly rolling back in his head behind the fogged up lenses of his goggles. "so tight, darling. practically squeezing around me like a v-vice."
at his words, a broken moan gets ripped from your throat, your ankles digging into the muscles of his lower back in an attempt to pull him in even deeper. all you seem to be able to say is "more, more, more."
"thatâ ngh, that means she's close," satoru gasps out, his cock twitching beneath his fist as he continues to jerk himself off like there's no tomorrow. "rub... rub her clit like y'did earlier again."
instantly complying to the other man's command, two of nanami's thick fingers find your puffy little bud again, rubbing uncoordinated circles as he continues to pound into you like an animal in heat. jesus, he can't even remember what he was stressed about anymore.
"o-oh, shit!" you almost scream, the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the repeated slams of nanami's pudgy cockhead against your g spot driving you half-insane with pleasure. you can feel an all-too-familiar coil start to spool in the depths of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any given moment.
"yeah, that's it, baby," satoru praises breathlessly, his own orgasm approaching as he continues grinding into his fist like a desperate virgin. "cum all over nanamin's cock for me."
the dual sensations of your boyfriend's words and the thrusting of nanami's sinful hips has you spiralling uncontrollably over the edge, your second high of the night somehow even more intense than the first. you barely even have time to register the liquid just spraying from your cunt and soaking nanami's heavy balls where they're slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack! each time.
"god, so perfect, can't lastâ" nanami rambles in a very pussydrunk manner, his movements suddenly growing considerably more uncoordinated and sloppy as he struggles to find the strength to hold himself up. "gojo, where can i...?"
"not inside," satoru responds firmly, his voice the most coherent it's been since he started jerking himself off. it's clear there's no room for argument on this one. "that's for me only."
nodding shakily, nanami manages to pull his throbbing cock out just in a nick of time, rope after rope of his goopy cum splattering across the supple skin of your stomach, the stream going on for so long it seems like it'll never stop.
somewhere behind the blonde man, a low, raspy groan is the tell-tale sign that satoru has just finished too, probably coating his own hand with his sticky release.
it's silent for a few blissful moments, all three of you just basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. but of course, satoru gojo is a man who can never stay quite for long, so he saysâ
"hey, maybe we should do a threesome next time."
"next time?" nanami chokes out weakly, barely managing to lift his head up to glance over at this colleague with two raised eyebrows.
"yeah, next time," satoru shrugs nonchalantly, as if the proposal was nothing short of normal. "i know i said i'd only let you do this once, but... sharing is caring, right?"
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Little Star
Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader
Summary: youâve grown used to being overshadowed by your older brother, merely a distant star that seems dull in comparison to the sun of Maranello ⌠and then Max happens
Based on this request
The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the paddock of the Autodromo Nazionale Monza. The air still buzzes with excitement from the dayâs race, but behind the Ferrari hospitality unit, a different energy permeates the air.
You lean against the cool metal wall, sliding down until youâre sitting on the concrete, knees pulled to your chest. Tears stream silently down your face as you struggle to catch your breath between sobs. The sounds of celebration echo in the distance, a stark contrast to your solitude.
Footsteps approach, and you hastily wipe at your eyes, hoping to erase any evidence of your breakdown. A familiar figure rounds the corner, stopping short when he spots you.
âHey,â Max Verstappen says, his brow furrowing with concern. âAre you alright?â
You force a smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes. âIâm fine,â you insist, your voice wavering slightly. âJust ... needed some air.â
Max doesnât buy it for a second. He crouches down beside you, his blue eyes searching your face. âYou donât look fine,â he says gently. âWhatâs going on?â
You bite your lip, debating whether to confide in him. After a moment, you sigh. âItâs stupid,â you mumble.
âIf itâs making you cry, itâs not stupid,â Max counters. He settles down next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. âCome on, talk to me.â
You take a shaky breath. âItâs my birthday,â you admit quietly.
Maxâs eyebrows shoot up. âToday? Why arenât you celebrating?â
A bitter laugh escapes your lips. âBecause everyone forgot,â you explain, fresh tears welling up. âCharles won the race, and ... Iâm happy for him, I really am. But itâs like I donât even exist when heâs around, you know?â
Max nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face. âThat must be really tough,â he says softly.
You nod, sniffling. âIâve always felt like I was in his shadow, but today ... it just hit me harder, I guess. Even my mom forgot.â
âThatâs not okay,â Max says firmly. âYour birthday should be special, no matter what else is happening.â
You shrug, picking at a loose thread on your jeans. âItâs fine. Iâm used to it.â
âNo, itâs not fine,â Max insists. He stands up suddenly, determination etched on his face. âWait here. Iâll be right back.â
Before you can protest, heâs gone, jogging away towards the paddock. Youâre left alone again, wondering what heâs up to.
True to his word, Max returns a few minutes later, slightly out of breath and holding something behind his back. âClose your eyes,â he instructs with a grin.
Curious, you comply. Thereâs a rustling sound, and then Maxâs voice rings out, clear and slightly off-key: âHappy birthday to you ...â
Your eyes fly open in surprise. Max stands before you, holding a small cupcake with a single candle stuck in the frosting. His face is illuminated by the flickering flame as he continues to sing.
âHappy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!â
Emotion wells up in your chest, a lump forming in your throat. âMax,â you whisper, overwhelmed. âYou didnât have to do this.â
He crouches down, carefully balancing the cupcake. âOf course I did,â he says softly. âEveryone deserves to feel special on their birthday. Now make a wish and blow out your candle.â
You close your eyes, thinking for a moment before leaning forward to extinguish the tiny flame. When you open them again, Max is beaming at you.
âWhat did you wish for?â He asks, settling back down beside you and offering you the cupcake.
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. âCanât tell you, or it wonât come true.â
Max laughs, nudging your shoulder playfully. âFair enough. So, twenty-two, huh? How does it feel to be so old?â
You roll your eyes, but canât help chuckling. âSays the guy whoâs practically ancient at twenty-six.â
âHey!â Max protests, feigning offense. âIâll have you know Iâm in my prime.â
The banter feels natural, and you find yourself relaxing for the first time all day. You take a bite of the cupcake, savoring the sweetness. âThis is really good,â you mumble around a mouthful of frosting. âWhere did you even find it?â
Max grins mischievously. âI have my sources. Canât reveal all my secrets, can I?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âThank you, Max. Really. This ... it means a lot.â
His expression softens. âYouâre welcome. Iâm sorry the rest of your family forgot. Thatâs not fair to you.â
You sigh, your momentary happiness fading slightly. âItâs not their fault. Charles had a big win today, and-â
âStop,â Max interrupts gently. âYou donât have to make excuses for them. Your feelings are valid.â
You blink, surprised by his directness. âI ... I guess Iâm just used to it,â you admit. âItâs always been about Charles. Even before he got into F1, he was the golden child. I love him, donât get me wrong, but sometimes ...â
âSometimes you want to be seen too,â Max finishes for you. You nod, grateful that he understands.
âExactly. And itâs not just Charles. Arthurâs always been following in his footsteps, and Lorenzo ... well, heâs the oldest. Iâm just ... there.â
Max frowns. âThatâs not true. Youâre your own person, with your own talents and dreams. Have you talked to them about how you feel?â
You shake your head. âI donât want to make them feel bad. Especially Charles. He works so hard, and he deserves his success.â
âHis success doesnât diminish your worth,â Max says firmly. âYou deserve to be celebrated too.â
Tears prick at your eyes again, but for a different reason this time. âThank you,â you whisper. âI donât think anyoneâs ever put it quite like that before.â
Max smiles softly. âWell, itâs true. And for what itâs worth, I think youâre pretty amazing.â
A blush creeps up your cheeks. âYou barely know me,â you point out.
âI know enough,â Max counters. âI know youâre kind enough to put your familyâs happiness before your own. I know youâre strong enough to handle being overlooked without becoming bitter. And I know youâve got a great taste in cupcakes.â
You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep in your chest. âWell, when you put it like that ...â
Max grins, clearly pleased to have made you smile. âSo, birthday girl, what do you want to do now? The night is young, and I happen to know where they keep the good champagne around here.â
You hesitate, glancing towards the paddock where you can still hear the sounds of celebration. âI donât know ... I should probably go find my family.â
Max raises an eyebrow. âOn your birthday? Come on, live a little. They can wait.â
A spark of rebellion ignites in your chest. âYou know what? Youâre right. Letâs do it.â
Max jumps to his feet, offering you his hand. âThatâs the spirit! First stop, champagne. Then, who knows? Maybe weâll steal a golf cart and go joyriding around the track.â
You take his hand, allowing him to pull you up. âIs that even allowed?â
Maxâs eyes twinkle with mischief. âProbably not. But itâs your birthday, so I think we can bend the rules a little.â
As you follow Max towards the paddock, a warmth spreads through your chest that has nothing to do with the lingering summer heat. For the first time in years, you feel seen. Appreciated. Special.
âHey, Max?â You say, causing him to pause and look back at you.
âYeah?â
You smile, genuine and bright. âThank you. For everything.â
Maxâs expression softens. âAnytime,â he says softly. âNow come on, birthday girl. Letâs make this a night to remember.â
As you walk side by side into the fading light, you canât help but feel that this birthday might just be the start of something new. Something exciting. Something uniquely yours.
And for once, youâre not thinking about Charles, or Arthur, or anyone else. Youâre just thinking about you, and the possibilities that stretch out before you like an open road.
Happy birthday indeed.
***
The Ferrari hospitality suite thrums with energy, laughter and music spilling out into the warm Italian night. Charles Leclerc stands at the center of it all, a wide grin plastered across his face as he basks in the glow of his hard-fought victory. Champagne flows freely, and the air is thick with the scent of celebration.
âTo Charles!â Someone shouts, raising a glass. The room erupts in cheers, and Charles feels a swell of pride in his chest.
âSpeech! Speech!â The crowd chants, and Charles laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
âAlright, alright,â he concedes, clearing his throat. âI just want to say thank you to everyone here. This win ... itâs not just mine. Itâs ours. The team, the mechanics, the engineers, the strategists ... we did this together.â
More cheers erupt, and Charles feels a hand clap him on the back. He turns to see his teammate grinning broadly.
âWell said, amigo,â Carlos says, slinging an arm around Charlesâ shoulders. âYou drove like a champion today.â
Charles beams, the praise from his teammate adding to the euphoria of the moment. âThanks, Carlos. Couldnât have done it without you pushing me.â
Carlos laughs, taking a swig of his drink. âAlways happy to provide motivation. Oh, hey, before I forget â can you pass on my birthday wishes to Y/N? I meant to find her earlier, but things got a bit crazy.â
The words hit Charles like a bucket of ice water. His smile freezes, his eyes widening in horror. âW-what?â He stammers, hoping heâs misheard.
Carlos frowns, noticing the sudden change in Charlesâ demeanor. âYour sister? Itâs her birthday today, right? Her 22nd?â
Charles feels the room spin around him. How could he have forgotten? His little sisterâs birthday, on the same day as his big win. The realization crashes over him in waves of guilt and shame.
âCharles?â Carlos prompts, concern evident in his voice. âYou okay, mate?â
Charles shakes his head, trying to clear the fog of shock. âI ... I forgot,â he whispers, more to himself than to Carlos. âHow could I forget?â
Carlosâ eyes widen in understanding. âOh, shit,â he mutters. âYou didnât remember?â
Charles runs a hand through his hair, panic rising in his chest. âI was so focused on the race, and then the win ... God, Iâm such an idiot.â
He scans the room frantically, hoping against hope that heâll spot you among the partygoers. But of course, youâre not there. Why would you be, when your own family forgot your birthday?
âI need to find her,â Charles says, already moving towards the exit. âI need to apologize.â
Carlos nods, squeezing Charlesâ shoulder supportively. âGo. Iâll cover for you here if anyone asks.â
Charles barely hears him, his mind racing as he pushes through the crowd. He bursts out of the hospitality suite, the cool night air a stark contrast to the stuffy interior.
âY/N!â He calls out, his voice echoing in the near-empty paddock. But thereâs no response.
Panic rising, Charles pulls out his phone, fumbling with the screen as he opens his contacts. He hits your name, holding the phone to his ear as it rings.
Once. Twice. Three times. Then, your voicemail.
âHey, this is Y/N. Leave a message!â
Charles swears under his breath, ending the call. He tries again, and again, but each time it goes straight to voicemail.
âCome on, come on,â he mutters, pacing back and forth. Where could you be? Who would you have gone to when your family let you down?
A thought strikes him, and he quickly dials another number.
âHello?â Arthurâs sleepy voice answers.
âArthur!â Charles practically shouts. âIs Y/N with you?â
Thereâs a pause, then confusion in Arthurâs tone. âNo? Why would she be? Arenât you guys celebrating?â
Charles feels his heart sink even further. âArthur, itâs her birthday. We forgot.â
âShit,â Arthur breathes. âHow did we ... God, weâre terrible brothers.â
âI know, I know,â Charles says, the guilt eating away at him. âIâm trying to find her now. Can you call Maman and Lorenzo, see if theyâve heard from her?â
âYeah, of course,â Arthur agrees quickly. âIâll call you back if I hear anything.â
Charles ends the call, his mind whirling. Where else could you be? He tries to think back to earlier in the day, wondering if heâd seen you at all after the race. But everything is a blur of champagne and celebration, and he realizes with a sickening jolt that he canât remember the last time he actually spoke to you.
Heâs about to start knocking on motorhome doors when another idea strikes him. Quickly, he opens the Life360 app on his phone. The family had started using it a few years back, mainly to keep track of each other during race weekends.
Charles waits impatiently for the app to load, praying that it will show your location. But when the map finally appears, his heart sinks. Your icon is greyed out, with a message underneath: âLocation permissions turned off.â
âNo, no, no,â Charles mutters, refreshing the app desperately. But the result is the same. Youâve deliberately turned off your location tracking.
The realization hits him like a punch to the gut. You didnât just disappear â you chose to be unfindable. And itâs all his fault.
Charles slumps against the nearest wall, sliding down until heâs sitting on the ground. He puts his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the magnitude of his mistake.
âIâm so sorry, Y/N,â he whispers into the night. âIâm so, so sorry.â
As he sits there, memories flood his mind. Your proud smile when he won his first karting race. The way youâd curl up next to him during thunderstorms, seeking comfort. Your unwavering support through every step of his career, even when it meant less attention for you.
And how had he repaid that loyalty? By forgetting the one day that was supposed to be about you.
Charlesâ phone buzzes, and he snatches it up eagerly. But itâs just a text from his mother:
Havenât heard from Y/N. Is everything okay?
He stares at the message, unsure how to respond. How can he explain that heâs lost his little sister on her birthday?
Another text comes through, this time from Lorenzo:
No luck here either. Whatâs going on?
Charles takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He has to tell them the truth, no matter how much it hurts.
He creates a group chat with his mom, Lorenzo, and Arthur, his fingers shaking slightly as he types:
We forgot Y/Nâs birthday. All of us. Sheâs not answering her phone and her location is turned off. I canât find her anywhere.
The responses come in rapid succession:
Maman: Oh no. How could we forget?
Lorenzo: Shit. Have you checked with her friends?
Arthur: Iâm on my way to the track now. Weâll find her.
Charles feels a mix of relief and shame. At least now everyone knows, and they can all work together to make things right. But the fact remains that they let you down in the first place.
Heâs about to reply when he spots a familiar figure walking across the paddock. Max Verstappen, looking slightly disheveled and ... was that a touch of glitter on his cheek?
Without thinking, Charles jumps to his feet and runs over to his rival.
âMax!â He calls out, slightly out of breath. âHave you seen Y/N?â
Max turns, surprise evident on his face. Then, something else flickers in his eyes. Anger? Disappointment? Itâs gone too quickly for Charles to be sure.
âWhy?â Max asks, his tone cooler than usual. âSuddenly remembered she exists?â
The words sting, but Charles knows he deserves them. âPlease, Max. I know I messed up. We all did. But I need to find her, to apologize.â
Max studies him for a long moment, as if weighing his options. Finally, he sighs. âSheâs safe. Thatâs all you need to know right now.â
Relief washes over Charles, quickly followed by confusion. âYouâve seen her? Where is she?â
âIâm not telling you that,â Max says firmly. âShe needed space, and after what happened, I donât blame her.â
Charles feels a flare of frustration. âSheâs my sister. I have a right to know where she is.â
âNo,â Max counters, his blue eyes flashing. âYou had a responsibility to remember her birthday. You didnât. So now, you donât get to demand anything.â
The words hit Charles like a slap. He opens his mouth to argue, then closes it again. Max is right, as much as it pains him to admit it.
âIs she ... is she okay?â Charles asks quietly, all fight leaving him.
Maxâs expression softens slightly. âShe will be. Eventually. But Charles, you really hurt her. All of you did.â
Charles nods, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. âI know. God, I know. I just want to make it right.â
âThen give her time,â Max advises. âAnd when sheâs ready to talk, really listen to her. Donât make excuses. Donât try to justify it. Just listen.â
Charles nods again, feeling utterly defeated. âWill you ... will you tell her Iâm sorry? That weâre all sorry?â
Max hesitates, then nods. âI will. But Charles? You need to do better. She deserves better.â
With that, Max turns and walks away, leaving Charles alone with his thoughts and regrets.
Charles pulls out his phone again, looking at the group chat with his family. He types out a message, his heart heavy:
Y/N is safe. A friend is looking out for her. We need to give her space, but when sheâs ready to talk, we all need to be there. Really be there. Weâve got a lot to make up for.
As he hits send, Charles makes a silent promise to himself and to you. Heâll do better. Heâll be the brother you deserve. And somehow, someway, heâll make this right.
But for now, all he can do is wait, and hope that youâll find it in your heart to forgive them all.
***
The city lights twinkle below as Max leads you into his penthouse suite, the door clicking shut behind you. The space is modern and sleek, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of Milanâs skyline.
âMake yourself at home,â Max says, gesturing around the room. âAre you hungry? I can order some room service if you want.â
You shake your head, still feeling slightly overwhelmed by the events of the day. âNo, thanks. Iâm okay.â
Max nods, studying your face with concern. âYou sure? Itâs been a long day.â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âYeah, you could say that again.â
Thereâs a moment of awkward silence before Max clears his throat. âSo, um, you can take the bed. Iâll crash on the couch.â
âOh, no,â you protest immediately. âI canât kick you out of your own bed. Iâll take the couch.â
Max shakes his head firmly. âAbsolutely not. Itâs your birthday. You get the bed.â
You bite your lip, an idea forming. âWe could ... share? I mean, if thatâs okay with you. The bed looks plenty big enough.â
Maxâs eyes widen slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. âAre you sure? I donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
âIâm sure,â you say, surprising yourself with your boldness. âUnless it makes you uncomfortable?â
âNo, no,â Max says quickly. âIâm fine with it if you are.â
You nod, and another silence falls. Max runs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly unsure of himself.
âDo you want to watch a movie or something?â he suggests. âOr we could just talk, if you prefer.â
âTalking sounds nice,â you admit. âIâm not really in the mood for a movie.â
Max nods, gesturing towards the bed. âShall we?â
You both settle onto the massive king-size bed, sitting cross-legged and facing each other. Itâs oddly intimate, and you feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach.
âSo,â Max begins, his blue eyes fixed on you. âTell me something about yourself that isnât related to racing or your family.â
You pause, caught off guard by the question. Itâs been so long since someone asked about you, just you.
âWell,â you start hesitantly, âIâm actually studying to become an astrophysicist.â
Maxâs eyebrows shoot up. âSeriously? Thatâs incredible! Why astrophysics?â
The enthusiasm in his voice makes you smile. âIâve always been fascinated by space, you know? The idea that thereâs so much out there we donât understand ... itâs exciting.â
âThatâs amazing,â Max says, genuinely impressed. âWhat kind of stuff are you studying right now?â
You laugh softly. âAre you sure you want to know? I might bore you with all the technical details.â
Max leans forward, his expression earnest. âTry me. I want to hear all about it.â
Encouraged by his interest, you begin to explain your current research project. As you talk, your hands move animatedly, your eyes lighting up with passion. Max listens intently, asking questions and showing genuine curiosity.
â... and thatâs why understanding dark matter is so crucial,â you finish, slightly out of breath. âSorry, I kind of went off on a tangent there.â
Max shakes his head, smiling warmly. âDonât apologize. Itâs fascinating. I had no idea you were into all this. Why havenât I heard about it before?â
Your smile falters slightly. âOh, well ... it doesnât really come up much. Everyoneâs usually more interested in talking about racing.â
Max frowns. âBut this is incredible. Youâre studying to unravel the mysteries of the universe. Thatâs way cooler than driving in circles.â
You laugh, but thereâs a hint of sadness in it. âTry telling that to my family. I think they see it as more of a hobby than a career path.â
âWhat?â Max looks genuinely shocked. âHow can they not be incredibly proud? This is huge!â
You shrug, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. âI guess itâs just not as exciting as F1? Itâs okay, though. Iâm used to it.â
Max shakes his head firmly. âNo, itâs not okay. Y/N, youâre brilliant. Your family should be shouting it from the rooftops.â
Tears prick at your eyes, and you blink them back hastily. âThanks, Max. That ... that means a lot.â
He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over yours. âI mean it. And for what itâs worth, I think what youâre doing is incredible.â
You look up, meeting his gaze. Thereâs a warmth there, an understanding that makes your heart skip a beat. Without really thinking about it, you shift closer to him.
Max seems to take this as an invitation, because he moves closer too. Soon, youâre sitting side by side, your shoulders touching.
âSo,â you say, trying to lighten the mood. âWhat about you? Any secret passions outside of racing?â
Max chuckles. âNothing as impressive as astrophysics, Iâm afraid. But I do enjoy sim racing in my spare time.â
You raise an eyebrow. âIsnât that just more racing?â
âHey, itâs completely different,â Max protests with a grin. âIn sim racing, I can drive any car on any track. Even ones that donât exist in real life.â
âOkay, okay,â you concede, laughing. âTell me more about it.â
As Max launches into an explanation of his favorite sim racing setups, you find yourself relaxing more and more. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and playful debates.
Without really noticing, you both shift positions throughout the night. Max leans back against the headboard, and you mirror him. Your shoulders are pressed together, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.
â... and thatâs why I think pineapple absolutely belongs on pizza,â Max finishes, looking at you expectantly.
You shake your head, grinning. âI canât believe Iâm hearing this from a world champion. Your taste buds clearly canât be trusted.â
âOh, come on,â Max laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. âDonât knock it till youâve tried it.â
âI have tried it,â you insist. âItâs an abomination.â
Max clutches his chest in mock offense. âYou wound me, Y/N. And here I thought we were becoming friends.â
The word âfriendsâ sends an odd pang through your chest. Is that what this is? It feels like more, somehow.
As if reading your thoughts, Maxâs expression softens. He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture is so gentle, so intimate, that it takes your breath away.
âY/N,â he says softly. âIâm really glad youâre here.â
You swallow hard, your heart racing. âMe too,â you whisper.
Thereâs a moment of charged silence, and then Max is leaning in. You meet him halfway, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.
Itâs brief, just a fleeting press of lips, but it sends sparks shooting through your entire body. When you pull back, Max is looking at you with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty.
âWas that okay?â He asks, his voice husky.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Instead, you lean in again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This one is deeper, more assured. Maxâs hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you melt into his touch.
When you finally break apart, youâre both slightly breathless. Max rests his forehead against yours, a smile playing at his lips.
âIâve wanted to do that all night,â he admits.
You laugh softly. âEven when I was insulting your pizza preferences?â
âEspecially then,â Max grins. âYouâre cute when youâre indignant.â
You swat at his arm playfully, but you canât keep the smile off your face. For the first time all day, you feel truly happy.
As the night wears on, you and Max continue to talk, trading stories and stealing kisses. Gradually, your positions shift again. Max lies down, and you curl up against his side, your head resting on his chest. His arm wraps around you, holding you close.
âY/N?â Max says softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm.
âHmm?â you mumble, feeling drowsy and content.
âHappy birthday,â he says. âI know it didnât start out great, but I hope it got better.â
You tilt your head up to look at him, a warm smile spreading across your face. âIt did,â you assure him. âThanks to you.â
Max kisses your forehead gently. âGet some sleep,â he murmurs. âWe can figure everything else out in the morning.â
As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Maxâs arms, you canât help but think that maybe, just maybe, this birthday wasnât so bad after all. In fact, it might just be the start of something wonderful.
***
The early morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stir slowly, awareness creeping in as you feel a strong arm wrapped around your waist. For a moment, confusion sets in before the events of the previous night come rushing back.
Youâre in Max Verstappenâs bed. And Max Verstappen is currently spooning you.
A smile tugs at your lips as you nestle back into his warmth, not quite ready to face the day. But fate, it seems, has other plans.
A sharp knock at the door jolts both of you awake. Max groans, burying his face in your hair.
âRoom service?â You mumble, still half-asleep.
Max shakes his head, his voice gravelly with sleep. âDidnât order any.â
The knock comes again, more insistent this time. With a sigh, Max untangles himself from you and slides out of bed.
âIâll get it,â he says, running a hand through his disheveled hair. âYou stay here.â
You nod, pulling the covers up to your chin and watching as Max pads to the door in his t-shirt and sweatpants. He opens it a crack, peering out.
âCan I help you?â He asks, confusion evident in his tone.
Thereâs a muffled response, and then Max is stepping back, opening the door wider. A hotel staff member enters, carrying an enormous bouquet of red roses.
âDelivery for Y/N Leclerc,â the staff member announces, looking around the room.
You sit up in bed, eyes wide. âThatâs ... thatâs me.â
The staff member nods, moving to set the bouquet on a nearby table. âSign here, please,â he says, holding out a clipboard.
Still bewildered, you climb out of bed and make your way over, scrawling your signature on the form. The staff member thanks you and exits, leaving you and Max staring at the ostentatious display of flowers.
âWell,â Max says after a moment, âI guess your brother remembered after all.â
You let out a rueful laugh, shaking your head. âYeah, I guess he did.â
Max frowns, noting the lack of enthusiasm in your voice. âArenât you happy about it?â
You sigh, reaching out to touch one of the velvety petals. âItâs just ... Iâve told Charles a hundred times that I donât like roses. Theyâre not my favorite flower. But every time he needs to apologize or wants to do something nice, itâs always roses.â
âOh,â Max says softly, understanding dawning on his face. âSo itâs less about you and more about what he thinks you should like.â
You nod, a lump forming in your throat. âExactly. Itâs like he doesnât really listen, you know? He just does what he thinks is right without considering what I actually want.â
Max moves closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. âThat must be frustrating,â he says gently.
You lean into him, grateful for the support. âIt is. And I know I should be grateful. Itâs a beautiful bouquet, and heâs trying. But ...â
âBut itâs not what you want,â Max finishes for you. âAnd that matters.â
You look up at him, surprised by how well he understands. âYeah, exactly.â
Max turns to face you fully, his blue eyes serious. âY/N, listen to me. Itâs okay to be upset about this. Itâs okay to want your family to actually listen to you and consider your feelings.â
You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill over. âBut theyâre trying now. Shouldnât I just forgive them and move on?â
Max shakes his head firmly. âNo. You donât have to forgive them right away just because they made a grand gesture. Itâs okay to make them work for your forgiveness.â
âReally?â You ask, your voice small.
âReally,â Max assures you. âThey hurt you, Y/N. They forgot your birthday and made you feel invisible. One bouquet of flowers â flowers you donât even like â doesnât erase that.â
You nod slowly, processing his words. âSo what do I do?â
Max runs a hand through his hair, thinking. âWell, what do you want to do? How do you feel?â
You take a deep breath, considering. âHonestly? Iâm not ready to see them yet. I know Iâll have to face them eventually, but right now ... I just canât.â
âThen donât,â Max says simply. âTake the time you need. They can wait.â
A weight lifts off your shoulders at his words. âYou donât think thatâs selfish?â
Max cups your face in his hands, his gaze intense. âItâs not selfish to prioritize your own feelings and well-being. You matter, Y/N. Your feelings matter.â
Tears spill over then, and Max pulls you into a tight embrace. You bury your face in his chest, letting out all the hurt and frustration youâve been holding in.
âShh,â Max soothes, rubbing your back. âItâs okay. Let it out.â
After a few minutes, your sobs subside. You pull back slightly, wiping at your eyes. âSorry,â you mumble. âI got your shirt all wet.â
Max chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âI think Iâll survive. Feel better?â
You nod, offering him a watery smile. âYeah, actually. Thanks.â
âAnytime,â Max says softly. Then, a mischievous glint enters his eye. âSo, what should we do with the roses? I vote we throw them off the balcony and watch them scatter in the wind.â
You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep in your chest. âAs tempting as that is, I donât think hotel management would appreciate it.â
Max shrugs, grinning. âTheir loss. We could always donate them to a hospital or something. Brighten someone elseâs day.â
âThatâs ... actually a really good idea,â you say, impressed. âWe could do that.â
Max beams, clearly pleased with himself. âSee? Iâm not just a pretty face and fast driver.â
You roll your eyes fondly, but canât suppress your smile. âCareful, Verstappen. Your egoâs showing.â
âYou love it,â he teases, pulling you close again.
As you stand there in his arms, surrounded by the cloying scent of roses you donât even like, youâre struck by how safe you feel. How understood.
âMax?â You say softly.
âHmm?â
You pull back slightly to meet his gaze. âThank you. For everything. For making my birthday special, for listening to me, for ... just being here.â
Maxâs expression softens, a tender smile playing at his lips. âYou donât have to thank me for that. I ... I care about you, Y/N. A lot.â
Your heart skips a beat at his words. âI care about you too,â you admit.
For a moment, you just stare at each other, the air charged with unspoken emotions. Then, slowly, Max leans in. His lips meet yours in a soft, sweet kiss that makes your toes curl.
When you break apart, youâre both slightly breathless. Max rests his forehead against yours, his thumb tracing circles on your cheek.
âSo,â he says, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. âWhat happens now?â
You take a deep breath, considering. âHonestly? Iâm not sure. This is all happening so fast, and with everything going on with my family ...â
Max nods, understanding in his eyes. âWe can take it slow,â he assures you. âThereâs no rush.â
Relief washes over you. âThank you,â you say softly. âI do want this â us. I just need some time to figure everything out.â
âWeâve got all the time in the world,â Max says, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. âFor now, how about we get some breakfast? Iâm starving.â
You laugh, grateful for the shift in mood. âBreakfast sounds perfect. But maybe we should change first? Iâm not sure I want to face the paparazzi in yesterdayâs clothes.â
Max grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. âI donât know, I think you look pretty good in my t-shirt.â
You glance down, realizing for the first time that youâre indeed wearing one of Maxâs shirts. A blush creeps up your cheeks. âWhen did that happen?â
âYou got cold in the middle of the night,â Max explains, looking far too pleased with himself. âI offered you my shirt. You were very insistent that it was the most comfortable thing youâd ever worn.â
You groan, burying your face in your hands. âOh god. Please tell me I didnât say anything else embarrassing.â
Max laughs, gently prying your hands away from your face. âNothing too bad. Though you did mention something about my waist being âunfairly perfectâ. Your words, not mine.â
âKill me now,â you mutter, but you canât help the smile tugging at your lips.
Max pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. âNever. Iâm rather fond of you, embarrassing sleep talk and all.â
As you stand there in Maxâs arms, the morning sun warming your skin and the scent of roses filling the air, you canât help but feel a sense of hope. Yes, thereâs still a lot to figure out â with your family, with Max, with your future. But for the first time in a long time, you feel like youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be.
And that, you think, is the best birthday gift of all.
***
The private terminal of Milan Malpensa Airport buzzes with activity as the Leclerc family waits to board their chartered jet. Charles paces back and forth, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, eyes darting to the entrance every few seconds.
âCharles, honey, please sit down,â his mother, Pascale, says gently. âYouâre making me nervous.â
Charles shakes his head, running a hand through his hair for what must be the hundredth time. âI canât, Maman. Where is she? She should be here by now.â
Lorenzo exchanges a worried glance with Arthur. âMaybe she got held up in traffic?â He suggests, though his tone lacks conviction.
âFor three hours?â Charles snaps, immediately regretting his harsh tone. âSorry, I just ... Iâm worried.â
Arthur stands up, placing a comforting hand on Charlesâ shoulder. âWe all are. But Y/Nâs an adult. She can take care of herself.â
Charles lets out a frustrated sigh. âI know that. But after yesterday ... we really messed up.â
âWe did,â Pascale agrees softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. âBut weâll make it right. We just need to talk to her.â
âIf she ever shows up,â Charles mutters, resuming his pacing.
The minutes tick by agonizingly slow. Charles alternates between checking his phone and staring out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of you arriving. But the parking lot remains stubbornly devoid of your presence.
Finally, a staff member approaches the family. âMr. Leclerc? The jet is ready for boarding. We need to depart soon to maintain our flight slot.â
Charles feels panic rising in his chest. âNo, we canât leave yet. My sister isnât here.â
The staff member looks uncomfortable. âI understand, sir, but we have a schedule to keep. Perhaps your sister could take a commercial flight?â
âAbsolutely not,â Charles says firmly. âWeâre not leaving without her.â
Lorenzo steps in, ever the diplomat. âIs there any way we could delay for just a bit longer? Itâs really important that we wait for our sister.â
The staff member hesitates, then nods. âIâll see what I can do. But please understand, we canât hold the slot indefinitely.â
As the employee walks away, Charles resumes his pacing with renewed vigor.
âThis isnât like her,â he mutters. âShe wouldnât just disappear without telling us.â
Arthur bites his lip, looking guilty. âMaybe ... maybe sheâs still upset about yesterday?â
Charles stops in his tracks, turning to face his younger brother. âWhat do you mean?â
Arthur shifts uncomfortably. âWell, we did forget her birthday. And then when we remembered, we didnât exactly handle it well. Those roses you sent? Y/N hates roses.â
Charles feels like heâs been punched in the gut. âShe ... what? No, she loves roses. I always get her roses.â
âBecause you always get her roses,â Lorenzo chimes in, realization dawning on his face. âNot because she actually likes them.â
Charles slumps into a nearby chair, head in his hands. âHow did I not know that? What kind of brother am I?â
Pascale moves to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. âWeâve all made mistakes. But we can fix this. We just need to talk to her.â
âIf sheâll even talk to us,â Charles mumbles.
Just then, his phone buzzes. Charles nearly drops it in his haste to check the notification, hope flaring in his chest. But itâs not from you.
âItâs Max,â he says, frowning in confusion.
âVerstappen?â Arthur asks, leaning over to peek at the screen. âWhat does he want?â
Charles opens the message, his eyes widening as he reads it aloud:
âY/N is with me. Sheâs safe and weâre flying back to Monaco together. She needs some space right now. Give her time.â
The silence that follows is deafening. Charles reads and rereads the message, trying to process what it means.
âSheâs with Max?â Lorenzo finally says, breaking the silence. âSince when are they even friends?â
Charles shakes his head, still staring at his phone. âI donât know. I ... I saw him last night. He knew where she was, but I thought it was just a spontaneous thing.â
âWell, at least we know sheâs safe,â Pascale says, always trying to find the silver lining. âThatâs the most important thing.â
But Charles canât shake the feeling of unease settling in his stomach. âWhy didnât she come to us? Why Max, of all people?â
Arthur places a hand on Charlesâ shoulder. âMaybe because he was there when we werenât,â he says softly.
The words hit Charles like a physical blow. He knows Arthur is right, but it doesnât make it any easier to hear.
âSo what do we do now?â Lorenzo asks, looking around at his family.
Charles takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. âWe do what Max said. We give her time.â
âBut for how long?â Pascale asks, worry evident in her voice. âSheâs our little girl. We canât just leave her alone.â
âSheâs not alone, Maman,â Charles says, surprised by the steadiness in his voice. âSheâs with Max. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I think ... I think she might be better off with him right now.â
The family falls silent again, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their collective mistake hangs heavy in the air.
Finally, Charles stands up, squaring his shoulders. âWe should board the jet. Thereâs nothing more we can do here.â
As they gather their belongings and make their way to the plane, Charles canât help but replay Maxâs message in his head. Youâre with Max. Youâre safe. You need space.
He tries to imagine you and Max together, and finds that he canât. What could have happened in the span of one day to bring you two together? And more importantly, what had driven you away from your own family?
As he settles into his seat on the jet, Charles makes a silent promise to himself and to you. Heâll give you the space you need, but he wonât give up. Heâll find a way to make things right, to be the brother you deserve.
The jet takes off, carrying the Leclerc family back to Monaco. But for Charles, it feels like theyâre leaving a piece of themselves behind in Milan. A piece that, he fears, might be harder to reclaim than he ever imagined.
Meanwhile, across the airport, you and Max are boarding his private jet. The contrast between the two scenes couldnât be more stark.
âYou okay?â Max asks softly as you settle into your seat.
You nod, offering him a small smile. âYeah, I think so. Thanks for ... well, everything.â
Max reaches over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. âAnytime. You know that.â
As the jet prepares for takeoff, you canât help but think about your family. Are they worried? Angry? Do they even care?
âMax?â You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
âHmm?â
You turn to look at him, vulnerability shining in your eyes. âDid I do the right thing? Leaving without talking to them?â
Max considers your question carefully before answering. âI think you did what you needed to do for yourself. And thatâs never wrong.â
His words settle over you like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension in your shoulders.
âThank you,â you murmur. âFor understanding. For not pushing me to do what everyone else thinks I should do.â
Max smiles, a soft, genuine expression that makes your heart flutter. âThatâs what ... friends are for, right?â
Thereâs a hesitation in his voice, a question in his eyes that makes you wonder if âfriendsâ is really the right word for whatâs developing between you.
As the jet takes off, carrying you away from Milan and the chaos of the past day, you find yourself feeling something you havenât felt in a long time: hope. Hope for a future where youâre seen, heard, and valued for who you are.
And as you glance at Max, his profile illuminated by the setting sun streaming through the window, you canât help but wonder if he might be a bigger part of that future than you ever imagined.
The jet climbs higher, leaving the ground and all its complications behind. For now, at least, youâre free. Free to breathe, to think, to feel without the weight of expectations pressing down on you.
You close your eyes, letting out a long breath. Whatever comes next, you know one thing for certain: things will never be the same again. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs exactly what you need.
***
The sun is setting over Monaco, shining warmly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Maxâs penthouse apartment. Youâre curled up on the plush sofa, a book in your lap, trying to lose yourself in the pages. But your mind keeps wandering, replaying the events of the past couple of days.
Max emerges from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in hand. âThought you might need this,â he says, offering you one.
You smile gratefully, inhaling the rich aroma of hot chocolate. âThanks. You didnât have to.â
He shrugs, settling down beside you. âI wanted to. Howâre you holding up?â
Youâre about to answer when the doorbell rings. Max frowns, glancing at his watch. âIâm not expecting anyone. Are you?â
You shake your head, a knot of anxiety forming in your stomach. Could it be your family? Are they here to confront you?
Max squeezes your hand reassuringly before getting up to answer the door. You hear muffled voices, then the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.
âUm, Y/N?â Max calls. âI think you might want to see this.â
Curiosity overcoming your apprehension, you make your way to the foyer. Your jaw drops at the sight that greets you.
The entire space is filled with bags. Not just any bags, but the kind that comes from the most exclusive boutiques in Monaco. Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel â the logos stare back at you from every direction.
âWhat ... what is all this?â You stammer, looking to Max for explanation.
He hands you a small envelope. âThis came with it. Itâs addressed to you.â
With trembling fingers, you open the envelope and unfold the note inside. Youâd recognize that handwriting anywhere.
Y/N,
I know I messed up. We all did. Iâm so sorry for forgetting your birthday and for not being the brother you deserve. I hope these gifts can begin to make up for it. Please come home. We miss you.
Love,
Charles
You read the note twice, then a third time, disbelief turning to anger with each pass.
âHeâs got to be kidding,â you mutter, crumpling the paper in your fist.
Max steps closer, concern etched on his face. âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
You let out a bitter laugh. âThis,â you say, gesturing at the sea of designer bags, âis my brotherâs idea of an apology. He thinks he can just ... buy me back with expensive gifts.â
Understanding dawns on Maxâs face. âAh. And Iâm guessing thatâs not going to work?â
âNot even close,â you say, shaking your head. âGod, itâs like he doesnât know me at all. Iâm not one of his girlfriends who can be placated with a shopping spree.â
Max winces. âOuch. Has he done this before?â
You nod, sinking down onto the nearest clear spot on the floor. âEvery time he messes up with a girl, itâs the same routine. Flowers, jewelry, designer clothes. And it usually works, because the girls he dates ... well, they tend to be into that kind of thing.â
Max sits down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. âBut youâre not.â
âNo,â you confirm. âI mean, donât get me wrong, I appreciate nice things. But thatâs not what this is about. Itâs about him actually listening to me, actually seeing me as a person and not just ... his kid sister who can be bought off.â
Max is quiet for a moment, then says softly, âYou know, itâs okay to be angry about this. You donât have to pretend it doesnât hurt.â
His words break something open inside you. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over before you can stop them. âI just ... I thought he knew me better than this. I thought they all did.â
Max wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You lean into him, letting the tears fall freely now.
âItâs like they donât even see me,â you choke out between sobs. âThey see this idea of who they think I should be, but not ... not who I actually am.â
Max rubs soothing circles on your back, letting you cry it out. When your sobs finally subside, he hands you a tissue.
âFeel better?â He asks gently.
You nod, wiping your eyes. âA little. Sorry for breaking down on you like that.â
Max shakes his head firmly. âDonât apologize. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
You offer him a watery smile, then turn back to survey the mountain of bags. âSo ... what do I do with all this?â
Max considers for a moment. âWell, what do you want to do?â
You bite your lip, thinking. âHonestly? I want to send it all back. Show him that he canât just throw money at the problem and expect it to go away.â
Max nods approvingly. âI think thatâs a great idea. It sends a clear message.â
âYou donât think itâs too harsh?â You ask, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your voice.
âNot at all,â Max assures you. âYouâre standing up for yourself, setting boundaries. Thatâs important.â
Emboldened by his support, you start rifling through the bags, curiosity getting the better of you. âI wonder what he even bought ... oh.â
You pull out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate tennis bracelet. The diamonds catch the light, sparkling brilliantly.
âWow,â Max breathes, leaning in for a closer look. âThatâs ... thatâs something.â
You nod, mesmerized by the way the bracelet shimmers. âItâs beautiful,â you admit softly.
Max watches you carefully. âYou like it,â he observes.
You sigh, closing the box with a snap. âIt doesnât matter. Itâs going back with everything else.â
âWhy?â Max asks, genuine curiosity in his voice. âIf you like it, why not keep it?â
You look at him, surprised. âBut ... I thought you said sending it all back was a good idea?â
Max shrugs. âIt is. But that doesnât mean you canât keep one thing if it genuinely makes you happy. Youâre allowed to like nice things, Y/N. That doesnât invalidate your feelings about the situation.â
You turn the box over in your hands, considering. âI donât know ... wouldnât keeping anything send the wrong message?â
âI think,â Max says slowly, âthat the message you send depends more on what you say than what you keep or donât keep. If you like the bracelet, keep it. But make sure Charles understands that a pretty piece of jewelry doesnât fix the underlying issues.â
You nod, his words resonating with you. âYouâre right. Iâll keep the bracelet ... but everything else goes back.â
As you start sorting through the bags, separating out what will be returned, you canât help but laugh.
âWhatâs so funny?â Max asks, a smile tugging at his lips.
You hold up the bracelet box. âI was just thinking ... it would be a shame to let something this pretty go to waste, right?â
Max chuckles, shaking his head. âAbsolutely. Itâs practically your duty to keep it. For the sake of the bracelet, of course.â
âOf course,â you agree, giggling. âIâm being completely selfless here.â
As you continue to sort through the gifts, occasionally showing Max particularly outrageous items (âA fur coat? In Monaco?â), you feel a weight lifting from your shoulders. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, you feel like youâre taking control of the situation.
âYou know,â you say, folding a designer dress back into its bag, âI think I need to have a real conversation with Charles. With all of them, really.â
Max nods encouragingly. âI think thatâs a great idea. What do you want to say?â
You take a deep breath, organizing your thoughts. âI want them to understand that Iâm my own person, with my own dreams and desires. That I need them to see me, really see me, not just as Charles Leclercâs little sister or as an extension of the family name.â
âThat sounds perfect,â Max says softly. âYou deserve to be seen for who you are.â
You smile at him, a rush of warmth flooding your chest. âThank you. For everything. I donât know how I would have gotten through this without you.â
Max reaches out, taking your hand in his. âYouâre stronger than you give yourself credit for. But Iâm glad I could help.â
As you sit there, surrounded by discarded luxury goods, your hand in Maxâs, you feel a sense of peace settling over you. You know the road ahead wonât be easy â confronting your family, establishing new boundaries, figuring out exactly where you stand with Max â but for the first time in a long time, you feel ready to face it all.
You slip on the tennis bracelet, admiring the way it catches the light. Itâs beautiful, yes, but itâs also a reminder. A reminder that youâre worth more than grand gestures and expensive gifts. Youâre worth being truly seen, truly heard, truly understood.
And as you look at Max, his blue eyes warm with understanding and something that might be more, you think that maybe, just maybe, youâve found someone who sees you for exactly who you are.
***
The afternoon sun beats down on the streets of Monaco as Charles leans against his Ferrari, fidgeting nervously. Heâs parked across from the International University of Monaco, his eyes fixed on the entrance. Students stream in and out, but none of them are the one heâs looking for.
He checks his watch for what must be the hundredth time. Your last class should be ending any minute now. Charles takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Heâs rehearsed what he wants to say a thousand times, but now that the moment is approaching, all his carefully prepared words seem to evaporate.
A group of students emerges from the building, laughing and chatting. Charles straightens up, his eyes scanning the crowd. And then he sees you.
Youâre walking with a couple of friends, your bag slung over your shoulder, a smile on your face. For a moment, Charles is struck by how ... normal you look. How at ease. Itâs a stark contrast to the tense family dinners and stilted conversations of recent months.
Before he can second-guess himself, Charles pushes off from his car and starts walking towards you. He sees the exact moment you spot him â your smile falters, your steps slow.
âY/N!â He calls out, waving awkwardly.
Your friends notice him too, their eyes widening in recognition. You say something to them that Charles canât hear, and they nod, casting curious glances between you and your brother as they walk away.
Charles reaches you, stopping a few feet away, suddenly unsure of himself. âHey,â he says softly.
âCharles,â you reply, your voice carefully neutral. âWhat are you doing here?â
He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit heâs never been able to shake. âI ... I wanted to talk to you. In person. You havenât been answering my calls or texts, and I just ... I needed to see you.â
You sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag. âIâve been busy with classes. And I needed some space.â
âI know,â Charles says quickly. âI know, and Iâm sorry for ambushing you like this. I just ... can we talk? Please?â
You glance around, noticing the curious stares from passing students. âNot here,â you say finally. âThereâs a cafĂŠ around the corner. We can talk there.â
Charles nods eagerly, relief washing over him. âYes, of course. Whatever you want.â
You lead the way to the cafĂŠ, a small, cozy place tucked away from the main streets. As you settle into a booth in the back, Charles canât help but wonder how often you come here, how many parts of your life he knows nothing about.
A waitress approaches, and you order your usual â an iced latte with an extra shot. Charles fumbles with the menu before ordering a simple espresso.
An awkward silence falls over the table as you wait for your drinks. Charles fidgets with a napkin, trying to find the right words to begin.
âSo,â you say finally, your tone clipped. âYou wanted to talk. Talk.â
Charles takes a deep breath. âIâm sorry,â he blurts out. âIâm so, so sorry, Y/N. For forgetting your birthday, for not being there for you, for ... for everything.â
You raise an eyebrow, your expression unreadable. âIs that it?â
Charles blinks, thrown off balance. âI ... what do you mean?â
âI mean,â you say, leaning forward slightly, âis that all you have to say? Youâre sorry?â
Charles feels a flash of frustration. âWhat else do you want me to say? I messed up, I know that. Iâm trying to make it right.â
The waitress returns with your drinks, and you take a long sip of your latte before responding. âCharles, this isnât just about my birthday. This is about years of feeling invisible, of being overshadowed, of not being seen for who I am.â
Charles feels like heâs been punched in the gut. âWhat? Y/N, I ... I had no idea you felt that way.â
You let out a bitter laugh. âThatâs kind of the point, Charles. You didnât know because you never asked. None of you did.â
Charles sits back, his mind reeling. âI ... I donât understand. Weâve always been close. At least, I thought we were.â
âWe were,â you agree softly. âWhen we were kids. But as you got more and more successful, it was like ... like I faded into the background. Everything became about you, about your career.â
Charles feels tears pricking at his eyes. âY/N, I never meant for that to happen. I love you. Youâre my little sister.â
âI know you love me,â you say, your voice gentler now. âBut loving someone and seeing them are two different things.â
Charles nods slowly, realization dawning. âThe gifts,â he says. âThatâs why you sent them back. Because I was trying to fix things without actually understanding what was wrong.â
âExactly,â you confirm. âCharles, I donât need expensive clothes or jewelry. I need my brother. The one who used to listen to me ramble about constellations for hours, whoâd sneak me extra dessert when Maman wasnât looking.â
Charles reaches across the table, hesitating for a moment before taking your hand. To his relief, you donât pull away. âI want to be that brother again,â he says earnestly. âTell me how. Please.â
You take a deep breath, considering. âWell, for starters, you could ask me about my life. My studies, my friends, my dreams. And actually listen to the answers.â
Charles nods eagerly. âYes, of course. Tell me everything. What are you studying? How are your classes going?â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âIâm majoring in Astrophysics, remember? This semester Iâm taking a course on Stellar Evolution thatâs absolutely fascinating. Weâre learning about the life cycles of stars, from their formation to their eventual death.â
As you continue talking, passion lighting up your eyes, Charles feels a mix of pride and shame wash over him. Pride in your intelligence and enthusiasm, shame that heâs missed out on so much of your life.
âThat sounds incredible,â he says when you pause for breath. âI had no idea you were studying something so complex. You must be really good at it.â
You shrug, a hint of your old shyness creeping in. âI do okay. Itâs challenging, but I love it.â
âIâm sure you do more than okay,â Charles insists. âYouâve always been the smartest one in the family.â
You laugh softly. âI donât know about that. But ... thanks, Charles. It means a lot to hear you say that.â
Charles squeezes your hand. âI mean it. And I want to hear more. About your classes, your friends, everything. Iâve missed so much, and I want to make up for it.â
You nod, a cautious hope in your eyes. âIâd like that. But Charles, it canât just be today. This has to be a continuous thing. I need to know that youâre genuinely interested in my life, not just when youâre trying to make amends.â
âAbsolutely,â Charles agrees immediately. âWhat if we set up a regular call? Once a week, we can catch up properly. No distractions, no racing talk unless you want to. Just us.â
A genuine smile spreads across your face. âIâd really like that.â
Charles feels a weight lifting from his shoulders. Itâs not fixed, not completely, but itâs a start. âThereâs something else,â he says, suddenly remembering. âMax ... are you and Max ...â
You blush slightly, looking down at your latte. âWeâre ... figuring things out. Heâs been really supportive through all of this.â
Charles nods, pushing down the instinctive surge of protectiveness. âHeâs a good guy. If he makes you happy, then Iâm happy for you.â
You look up, surprise evident in your eyes. âReally? Youâre not going to go all overprotective big brother on me?â
Charles chuckles. âOh, Iâm sure Iâll have my moments. But Y/N, youâre an adult. You can make your own choices. I trust you.â
Tears well up in your eyes. âThank you. That ... that means more than you know.â
As you both finish your drinks, the conversation flows more easily. Charles asks about your friends, your hobbies outside of studying. You tell him about the astronomy club youâve joined, the research project youâre hoping to get involved with next semester.
When itâs time to leave, Charles stands up, hesitating for a moment before opening his arms. âCan I ...â
You nod, stepping into his embrace. Charles holds you tight, realizing how long itâs been since heâs really hugged you like this.
âI love you, little sister,â he murmurs into your hair. âAnd I promise, Iâm going to do better.â
You squeeze him back. âI love you too, big brother. And ... Iâm willing to give you the chance to prove it.â
As you part ways outside the cafĂŠ, Charles heading back to his car and you towards your apartment, thereâs a lightness in the air that wasnât there before. Itâs not perfect, not yet. There are still conversations to be had, bridges to be rebuilt. But for the first time in a long time, thereâs hope.
Charles watches you walk away, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. Pride in the amazing person youâve become, regret for the time heâs missed, determination to be the brother you deserve.
He pulls out his phone, creating a new reminder: Call Y/N â every Sunday, 7 PM.
Itâs a small step, but itâs a start. And as he drives home, Charles finds himself looking forward to getting to know his little sister all over again.
***
The auditorium of the International University of Monaco buzzes with excitement as proud families and friends gather to celebrate the graduating class. In the front row, an unusually high-profile group draws curious glances and whispered conversations.
Charles fidgets in his seat, craning his neck to scan the sea of graduates. âDo you see her?â He asks, nudging his older brother.
Lorenzo chuckles, placing a calming hand on Charlesâ shoulder. âRelax. Sheâll be here. Alphabetical order, remember?â
On Charlesâ other side, Arthur rolls his eyes fondly. âYouâd think he was the one graduating, the way heâs acting.â
âCan you blame him?â Max chimes in from the end of the row, a warm smile on his face. âItâs a big day.â
Pascale, seated between Lorenzo and Arthur, dabs at her eyes with a tissue. âMy baby girl, graduating university. I can hardly believe it.â
Max reaches across to pat her hand. âSheâs amazing, Pascale. You should be very proud.â
Charles turns to Max, a mischievous glint in his eye. âLook at you, all calm and collected. I remember when you were a nervous wreck asking her out for the first time.â
Max blushes slightly, but grins. âHey, your sister is intimidating. All that brainpower.â
âShh!â Arthur hisses suddenly. âI think itâs starting!â
The auditorium falls silent as the ceremony begins. The family watches with rapt attention as the graduates file in, searching for that familiar face among the sea of caps and gowns.
And then, there you are. Your eyes scan the crowd until they land on your family, a bright smile spreading across your face as you wave discreetly.
âThere she is!â Charles whisper-shouts, practically bouncing in his seat.
Lorenzo chuckles. âWe see her. Try to contain yourself, yeah?â
The ceremony progresses, with speeches from the valedictorian and various dignitaries. Charles fidgets impatiently, earning amused glances from his family and Max.
Finally, the moment arrives. âY/N Leclerc,â the announcer calls.
Charles jumps to his feet, letting out a whoop that echoes through the auditorium. âThatâs my sister!â He shouts, drawing startled looks from nearby attendees.
Lorenzo and Arthur quickly join in, their cheers mixing with Charlesâ. Max and Pascale stand too, clapping enthusiastically.
You walk across the stage, accepting your diploma with a graceful nod. As you turn to face the audience, your eyes lock with your familyâs, and your composed expression breaks into a radiant smile.
Charles, caught up in the moment, continues cheering even after youâve left the stage. âThatâs right! Astrophysicist in the house! Watch out, universe!â
Max, noticing the irritated glances from other families, reaches over and claps a hand over Charlesâ mouth. âOkay, Charlie, I think she heard you,â he says, laughter in his voice.
Max feels something wet against his palm and jerks his hand away.
âUgh, gross!â Max yelps, wiping it on his pants. âWhat are you, five?â
Charles grins unrepentantly. âYou started it.â
Pascale sighs, shaking her head. âBoys, please. This is Y/Nâs big day. Try to act like adults.â
âSorry, Maman,â Charles mumbles, properly chastised.
As the ceremony concludes, the family makes their way outside, eagerly scanning the crowd for you.
âThere!â Arthur calls out, pointing.
Youâre making your way towards them, diploma in hand, your face glowing with happiness. Max reaches you first, sweeping you into a tight hug.
âCongratulations, liefje,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. âIâm so proud of you.â
You beam up at him, about to respond when Charles practically tackles you both.
âMy sister, the genius!â He crows, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. âI always knew youâd take over the world someday.â
You laugh, hugging him back just as fiercely. âPut me down, you goof! Youâre making a scene.â
âLet him have his moment,â Lorenzo says, stepping in for his own hug once Charles releases you. âItâs not every day your little sister graduates top of her class in Astrophysics.â
Arthurâs turn comes next, his hug gentler but no less heartfelt. âCongrats. Youâve officially made the rest of us look like underachievers.â
Finally, you turn to your mother, whoâs openly crying now. âOh, my darling,â she says, cupping your face in her hands. âIâm so, so proud of you.â
You feel tears welling up in your own eyes as you embrace her. âThanks, Maman. For everything.â
As you pull back, wiping at your eyes, Charles slings an arm around your shoulders. âSo, whatâs next? Going to discover a new planet? Name a star after your favorite man?â
You roll your eyes fondly. âFirst of all, I still have to get through graduate school. And second, bold of you to assume youâre my favorite.â
âOuch,â Charles clutches his chest in mock pain. âAfter all weâve been through?â
Max chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. âFace it, Leclerc. Iâve got you beat in the favorite department.â
Charles narrows his eyes playfully. âIs that a challenge, Verstappen?â
âBoys, boys,â you interject, laughing. âThereâs plenty of me to go around. Now, how about we get out of here? Iâm starving, and I believe someone promised me a celebration dinner.â
âAh, yes!â Pascale says, clapping her hands together. âIâve made reservations at La Maree. Your favorite, chĂŠrie.â
As the family starts to move towards the parking lot, Max hangs back, tugging gently on your hand. âHold on a sec,â he says softly. âI want to give you something.â
Curious, you turn to face him. Max reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
Your eyes widen. âMax ...â
He opens the box, revealing a delicate necklace. A small white gold star pendant hangs from the chain, a tiny diamond twinkling at its center.
âI know itâs not much compared to your usual study subjects,â Max says, a hint of nervousness in his voice. âBut I thought ... well, youâre my star, Y/N. My brilliant, beautiful star.â
Tears well up in your eyes again as Max fastens the necklace around your neck. âItâs perfect,â you whisper. âI love it. I love you.â
Maxâs face breaks into a radiant smile. âI love you too,â he says, before leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
You melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands settle on your waist. For a moment, the world fades away, and itâs just the two of you.
The spell is broken by an exaggerated gagging sound. You break apart to see Charles pretending to retch, while Lorenzo and Arthur laugh.
You break apart, laughing. âReal mature, Charles,â you call back.
Charles grins, unrepentant. âHey, someoneâs got to keep an eye on you crazy kids.â
Max rolls his eyes good-naturedly. âYour brother, the chaperone,â he mutters.
You giggle, taking Maxâs hand as you rejoin your family. âDonât worry,â you whisper conspiratorially. âWeâll ditch him at the restaurant.â
As you all pile into the waiting cars, the air buzzing with excitement and plans for the evening, you canât help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. A year ago, you never would have imagined this scene â your family truly seeing and celebrating you, a wonderful man by your side who loves and supports you, and a bright future ahead in a field youâre passionate about.
The cars pull away from the university, carrying you towards your celebration dinner. As you watch the familiar streets of Monaco roll by, you find yourself filled with an incredible sense of anticipation. This isnât just the end of your university journey â itâs the beginning of something new and exciting.
You glance around the car â at Charles and Arthur bickering good-naturedly in the back seat, at your mother chatting happily with Lorenzo whoâs driving, and finally at Max beside you, his hand warm in yours. Your family, in all its chaotic, loving glory.
âHey,â Max says softly, noticing your pensive expression. âYou okay?â
You smile, squeezing his hand. âMore than okay. Iâm perfect.â
And as the car winds its way through the streets of Monaco, towards a future bright with possibility, you know that itâs true. Youâre exactly where youâre meant to be, surrounded by love, with the stars stretching out endlessly before you.
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Thinking about Logan fully smoking in the middle of fucking you.
He's got you laid out amongst his bedsheets, face warm and thighs spread, one leg resting on his shoulder as he rolls his hips into you.
You're a complete mess beneath him, and you struggle to concieve how he still seems so composed after pulling what feels like the third orgasm from you in the span of an hour and a half. The dark tufts of his hair are still pointed upwards, and his skin silky in a sheen of sweat.
"Y'still with me?" The rough of his voice pulls you from the foggy headspace, vision blurring slightly as you refocus on him, letting out a choked whine when the girth of him stretches you in just the right way.
You give a weak nod, "mhm," you twist your hand into his silk sheets, stretching the fabric downwards.
"Good girl."
Logan smirks above you, turning his head he keeps his eyes on yours as he presses a gentle kiss to your ankle.
You damn near cum at the swift contrast between his brutal thrusts to the softness in his touch. The action almost feels merciful.
And in the same moment you bask in the soft of it, you can feel Logan reach for the nightstand.
He moves back to stand between your thighs again, holding a cigar he'd left on the ashtray. Using his free hand, he readjusts you by the plush of your hip, pulling you further down the bed until your ass cheeks rest on the very edge.
Hand still twisted in the sheets, you pull them down along with you.
Your eyes settle on him as he blows a pillow of cloudy smoke past his lips, thick brows furrowing as he takes another inhale before blowing another cloud from between his teeth.
For a moment, you're captivated at the sight. The amber light from your shared bedroom in the mansion glows around him in almost halo-like essence.
He looks so beautiful.
"Y'so pretty, Lo," you whisper, smile evident in your tone.
He smirks down at you, rivets of smoke trailing in the air. A thick brow raises in tease.
"Oh, yeah?"
You nod, giggling as you pull the sheet over your mouth.
"Hey, don't twist the sheets." He scolds, unwinding your hand from the wrinkled fabric and placing the cigar back on the ashtray before slipping your other thigh over his arm before threading his fingers with your own "Hold on t'daddy, fr'me, yeah?"
You keen at that, choking on a gasp when his cock strokes the gummy walls of your cunt in a way that has tears bubbling over your cheeks.
You're passed overstimulated, legs trembling in his hold as he sinks to the hilt before twisting his hips.
"Oh!" You squeal, instantly grabbing ahold of him.
"There we go." Logan kisses the curve of your jaw as he rolls his hips into you.
He places soft kisses to your temple and down your face to your neck before licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the curve of your ear, chuckling when a line of goosebumps rise in wake.
"Gonna cum, Lo" you sob through a shiver, turning to press your head into his forearm.
He nods along with you, "I know." He cocks his head some, leaning down some, "Give daddy a kiss."
On command, you're leaning into him with what little strength you have left to sloppily meet his lips as your gummy walls tighten around his girth.
The two of you moan into one another's mouths and leave messy trails of drool along your chins as he fills you.
Logan waits a moment before slipping out of you gently before lying down against the headboard, helping to guide you to lay your back against his chest.
"Y'okay, kid?" He asks, running his knuckles down the side of your arm softly.
You nod against him and he grunts. You can feel him reach for the nightstand again before you hear the puff of the cigar.
A cloud of smoke circles to the side of the room.
He nudges you.
"Words." Is all he says, somewhat muffled by the cigar held in his mouth.
"M'okay." You say, turning your head upwards to meet his eyes.
Logan takes the cigar from his mouth, holding it between the fingers of his left hand.
His right hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently running the pad of his thumb over the skin of your jaw to your chin before he's leaning down and meeting your lips in a kiss.
He tastes like tobacco and smells of leather.
"Gonna let me take care of you?" He asks softly, still stroking the skin of your jaw.
And you know how he means it.
You nod.
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The Alchemy vol. II
jason todd x fem!reader
aka the progression of your relationship with the red hood
part one
warnings: depictions of blood and injury, standard gotham violence, jason doesn't know how to have feelings, reader is angry, threats against readers life, implied concern of sexual assault
It might be a matter of deficiency in self-preservation skills, how the sound of your window sliding open does nothing to phase you. You donât know if thatâs your fault or his.
âHowâs it goinâ down there?â You mumble, not sitting up from your position on the couch.
He pushes the window shut in his wake, huffing. âI am up here for a reason,â he says factually.
You crane your head back just in time to see him tug the red helmet off his head, setting it down on your side table. He has on his under-mask that covers the lower half of his face. You donât like that one.
He glances around your apartment as he approaches with slow steps. âWhy are all the lights off?â
âForgot to turn âem on,â you tell him simply.
He frowns at you, confusion evident.
You pay him no mind though, taking an exaggerated breath and pushing yourself up off the couch before trotting over to the kitchen. You open the fridge and scrummage for a water bottle. Jason thinks itâs odd how long it takes you to find one in your own fridge.Â
Once it's (eventually) in your hands, you chug down several gulps and toss the half empty bottle towards the counter where it lands with a sloppy thump and rolls.
When you return, heâs leant against the armrest of your chair, watching you. You stop in the middle of the room, a contemplating stare on the floor. He tilts his head at you, wondering what you could possibly be thinking so hard about.
You take a deep breath before plopping down to lay on the carpet all in one go.Â
He peers down at you, barely trying to hide his amusement. âYouâre drunk.â
You shake your head, âIâm not sober.â
âThatâsâyeah.â He stands all the way, coming to lay down on the floor next to you, using significantly more coordination than you had.
He lays in between you and the couch, though it doesnât seem youâd left him much room. If he minds, it doesnât show. âWhatâd you do?â
âI jusâ went out with my friend,â you tell him, closing your eyes. âShe moves pretty fast..â
It occurs to him that you might be laying on the ground because you got nauseous. He turns to look at you, scanning you over. âYou good?â
âI feel great,â you keen. âI feelâŚswooshy.â
He gives you a bemused look. âDizzy?â
You shake your head with a great deal of consideration on your face, âNo, not even dizzy, justâŚswoosh.â You throw out a hand with a theatrical flick.
âMhm.â
You pucker your lips to the side. âYou come here a lot,â you comment, clearly working up to some greater observation.
âYouâre in my neighborhood,â he shrugs.Â
Your head tilts, âYou live here?â
He pauses before correcting himself, âMy territory.â
You hum, âStill. There has to be other people around here you know. âSpecially if youâre passing out on balconies on the reg.â
He frowns, âI try not to make a habit out of it.â
You continue on, âWhy do you always go to my apartment? Thereâsââ
âI donât always come to your apartmentââ
You deadpan, âYouâre here like three nights a week. And I donât even help you that much anymore, youâve used up my whole first aid kit.â
You can literally feel the eyeroll like you have a sixth sense for it. âThat thing wasnât exactly impressive to start with..â
âDid enough for you, didnât it? Anyways, my point is: I think you like me,â you say with a nod.
That has him going absolutely rigid, âWhat?â
âIâve heard youâre an asshole.â
âWhat?â
You nod, âLike, people that run into you. They say youâre kind of a dick. You help âem ân everything, but also while being a dick. Sometimes.â
âOkay...â
âBut youâre nice to me. Sort of,â you squint. âI think you like me.â
He hasnât felt this straggled in a conversation in a while. âIâwell Iâm not here because youâre a world-class medic.â
You scoff, âThereâs no world-class medics..â But then your tone switches up, into something lighter. âWeâre friends arenât we? I think weâre friends.âÂ
He shakes his head, staring up blankly. âSure, weâre friends.â
âWeâre friends and you like me,â you reiterate.
He really wishes youâd stop saying that. âOkay.â
âI like you too. Even though youâre kinda sketchy.â
He doesnât know what to say to that.
You hum into the silence, looking up at the ceiling. âJâŚJames, Jack, JohnâŚâ
He smiles, gaze dancing across the egg-whitened popcorn texture of the ceiling. âIâm not going to tell you.â
You ignore him, âJake, Jaden, Jason, Josh, Joe, JesseâŚâ
Youâre about three shots too drunk to notice the way he briefly stiffens.Â
âJuuhhhâŚâ you lull your head to the side, the letter fading out slowly as you look into his eyes. If you focus, you think you can make out a few of those little specks of green again.
He seems to already be running his own study on your irises, his eyes now softer than you can remember seeing them before.Â
His next words are whispered, the sounds barely escaping. âYouâre pretty.â
What?
âWhat?â
âWhat?â He seems taken aback by his own words, like he also wasnât expecting them to climb out of his mouth.
You can literally feel sobriety seeping back into your blood. âIâmâŚpretty?â
He blinks a few times, apparently trying hard to decide on what position heâs going to take here. âIâwellâŚyeah.â
You blink once, relaxing. âI thinkâŚI think youâre pretty too.â
âWhat?â
âWe canât do this again.â
He breaks eye contact, looking almost dejected.
You turn your head down to where his hand thrums against the carpet. âI mean, I know I havenât seen your whole face in one go, but I see the top half now and the bottom before, so IâŚmaybe I shouldnât be saying this.â You reset with a shallow breath, âI donât know what your whole face looks like.â
âThat was,â he blinks, eyebrows raised. âFascinating.â
âThanks,â you say flatly. You close your eyes again, though this time you remain facing him.
He feels a slight pang of guilt for the way he continues to ogle at you, eyes tracing over every detail of your face. But that ounce of guilt does nothing to outweigh the reward of gazing upon you. He didnât mean to say it but he definitely meant it: youâre really fucking pretty.
Your eyelashes flutter for a moment before stilling, a display of peace washing over your features. Itâs when your breathing steadies over and your face relaxes completely is when he starts to feel like a creep. It takes a lot of strength for him to force his eyes shut, depriving himself of the view.
And he doesnât do it on purpose, but after a few moments his inhales and exhales take to the same rhythm of yours. The thin layer of the rug isnât doing much to protect his back from the hardwood below and heâs pretty confident later heâll curse himself for lying like this for so long.Â
But as he lays, he doesnât find himself focused on the dark red-gray of his eyelids like usual, so much as the warmth from the proximity of your bodies. Heâs usually so concentrated on whatever the hell is going on in his head and it prevents him from really truly resting, but now, the only thing taking up his attention is physical sensations.
He feels this warmth in his heart that if he didnât know any better, heâd call burning. His hands feel numb and he can distinctly feel the beat of his own heart in his chest, thrumming away.
He presses his lips to your forehead with a feather light touch, slow to pull away. He doesnât make it all the way back to his original position before his movement lulls and his body relaxes again, joining you gladly in unconsciousness.
Gotham City has a particular gift for inconveniencing you at the worst possible moment and doing it multiple times a week.
Tonight's round of problems resulted in an entire city district getting shut down, the district which is regrettably right between your job and your apartment.
So on top of having to hole up into your work for two hours longer than you were supposed to, it took you an extra 45 minutes getting home while trying to maneuver around every other person in the same situation. And just to cement the quality of this night, the door to your apartment building slams nice and hard against your side and the light in the hallway is out.
You groan when you fail to get your key the lock the right way for the third time, lodging it in a final time and shoving the door open. You flick on the kitchen light and dump your bag onto the counter, kicking the door shut behind you.
You take a deep breath, eyes closed, as you lean your head back against the wall. The second you crack your eyes open again, a pile of red mass on the floor behind your couch catches your attention and startles some energy right back into your chest.
âOh, shit,â you scurry over towards the window, crumbling down onto your knees in front of him. Your eyes dart across the red helmet, trying to makeout any signs of consciousness. âHood?âÂ
Thereâs no response from him, no movement. You tug his helmet off, finding him eyes-closed with blood running down the side of his head. You push a hand down on his chest armor, shaking him. âJ? J!â
His eyes flutter open slowly under his domino mask, adjusting to the light. With the disorientation on his face he looks younger, more his age. His hair is tousled up and you can make out some distinct curls in it when it's undone like this.Â
He grimaces, gloved hand coming up to his head. He looks wearily at the blood on his fingers, before plopping his hand back down and blinking up at you. âHey..â
You sit back on your heels with a sigh, âWhat the fuck?â
He makes a strained effort to sit up on his own so you try to heave him up by his forearm. As he comes up all the way you glance behind his back at a bag crumpled discarded on the floor. You can barely see some sort of fabric poking out the top. âWhat is that?â
âHuh?â He throws back a tired glance, âOh. They're..curtains.â
âExplain.â
He looks at you blankly, âYou donât have any curtains.â
You blink. âExplain.â
âItâs dangerous for people to just be able to look in and see you. So. Curtains.â For a guy who reads Dostoevsky, heâs not much of a wordsmith. Though that could be the concussion.Â
You reach around him and pull some of the fabric out of the bag, inspecting the linen. They match the theme of your living room.
You set it back down, blinking. âThanks.â
He only gives a half-hearted shrug.
You look back at him, âHow bad is theâŚ?â You gesture to the side of your head.
He feels at the blood again, âItâs mostly just a cut. Shoulda stopped bleeding by now.â
You nod, âIâll, uhâIâll clean it up.â
He looks at you, shaking his head. âYou donât need to. Your kitâs almost empty anyways.â
âI restocked it,â you tell him, rising to stand. He lets you go retrieve your aid box without protest, listening blankly to the faucet run in the bathroom while youâre gone.
You return momentarily, damp rag in one hand, kit in the other. âHere, sit on the couch,â you tell him, nodding him up.Â
He lugs himself up off the hardwood and onto the cushion with a groan. You position yourself on the cushion next to him, leaning over to inspect the cut. You brush through his hair as gently as you can, though you have to suspect he wouldnât have minded either wayâif only based on the pain threshold you know him to have.
As much as you are completely in his space, youâre having trouble getting all the access you need to fix him up right. You turn and adjust your angle this way and that but none of it works.Â
You huff, sitting back. âI canât..â
He nods his permission at you without delay, and you shift yourself over to sit fully on his lap, straddling him on the sofa. You put your focus into cleaning his wound, but you have to notice how deep heâs breathing and how heâs seemingly trying very hard to avoid eye contact. Youâre sure your own breath is uneven and telling, and frankly youâre kind of hoping he has a concussion just so he might not notice it.
An unexpected sting has him flinching and grabbing your hips on instinct, a certain heaviness lingering in the air after contact. His hand tenses and heâs about to remove them from you completely when you manage to catch his gaze, and the few moments of silent eye contact are enough to convince him to stay. He forces his hands to relax against your waist, his fix on your face wavering before fizzling away completely.
You go back to dabbing at the blood and itâs clear that his thoughts get the better of him quickly. âYou should move.â
âBut then where would you go?â
He makes a rumbling noise from the back of his throat at that, saying nothing more.
You continue to wipe away at the blood until you canât see it anymore, beyond the slice of the cut. You misjudge your own spatial awareness as you pull back from him, and the tips of your noses graze. Though the contact surprises you, you donât move away from it. You become very acutely aware of his touch on your waist, how warm it feels atop your shirt.Â
His head leans forward just barely before stopping. He retreats slightly and his body ultimately decides to come closer. He doesnât stop until his lips, slightly parted, skim across yours.
Your breath catches as he looms nearer, lips touching against yours softly. He tests that pressure out for a moment, before moving to kissing you with more intent. You kiss him back, and though thereâs an increasing resolve on both of your parts, the connection itself remains gentle, reposeful.
The last slight movement of his lips gradually slips away as he rests his forehead against yours.
A long beat passes before heâs tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you up to stand. You arenât given the time to process the shift as heâs moving straight past you, head down. He pauses only when he gets to the window, back turned to you.
âSorryâIâmâŚâ his shoulders drop, âSorry.âÂ
He climbs out and scales the fire escape in total silence until heâs gone completely.
You stand frozen in position, staring at the window with incredulity burning across your face.
What the fuck?
Two weeks pass of voided midnight visits.Â
Youâre not sure what to make of that. He kissed you, not the other way around. You couldnât possibly have done something to upset him or throw him off since heâs the only one who did anything. All in all, itâs a little disappointing.
There had been tension there and it wasnât shocking for you to learn that he wanted to kiss you. It was a bit of a surprise for him to actually do it, though not a bad one. But you were thrown for a grand fucking loop when he immediately bailed out.
Maybe you canât read him as well as you think because youâd expected him to at least say something about it. It was a borderline given that he would come back and there would be a bonus surplus of tension but then there would be a resolution. Because he wouldnât kiss you and then never come back. Nobody would do that, it doesnât make sense.
Itâs a little more than embarrassing to admit that youâve been purposefully staying home in the hope that heâll drop in. After fifteen nights of disappointment, you decided to put your focus elsewhere.
Youâd asked a friend of yours to go out with you tonight, and never one to decline a night out, she agreed happily.Â
The bell above the door jingles as you crack it open, peaking your head in. You find Chloe quickly, stood behind the bar with bottles in hand.
âHey gorgeous,â she smiles at you, waving you in.
You step in, air conditioning hitting you hard. The sparkles on her cocktail dress catch your eye as she turns this way and that, trying to find the right spot for the whiskey.Â
Chloe hums to herself as she searches, honestly taking a bit longer than she should. âYou been cool?â
You nod, âYeah, justâyou knowâŚâ She doesnât. Your affiliation with the Red Hood is something youâve kept to yourself, though you donât know why. It would be safer, more responsible to let someone else know about these drop-ins, but something about it feels personal. A strange feeling to tack onto it, you think. A regrettable one, at least.Â
You take a deep breath, âYouâve been busy. Jessie call out again?â
She laughs dryly, âOh yeah, of course. But it's fine, I love staying over an hour after close.â She sighs, âIâm almost done anyway.â
You circle around the bar, looking over the several yet-to-be-sorted bottles. âYou need help?â
âNo, thereâsââ she cuts herself off as she looks over at the front door, face dropping. âOh, shit. Duck.â
âWhaââ she yanks you down to the floor to crouch awkwardly behind the counter.
You hear the bell ring as the door swings open, followed by several pairs of footsteps and low voices.
ââChrist, if she forgets to lock the door one more fucking time Iâm gonna kill her.â
You look at Chloe through furrowed eyebrows, her grip on you still tight. She shakes her head and puts a finger to her lips.
A second man mutters something you canât make out.
The first voice continues, âGo around back and lug the crates in, we gotta start packing that shit.âÂ
Another voice, âThe crates? Theyâre not here..â
Thereâs a heavy beat before the first voice speaks, âWhat the fuck do you mean theyâre not here? She needs them now.â
âWellâŚthe first shipments will be in later this week. The next batchâll take until the end of the month, probably.â
A sigh, âDumbassâŚâ
The first voice huffs, âThe end of the month? Are you fucking kidding me? I told you to get that shit ready weeks ago and youâve got it coming in at the end of the month?âÂ
âIâllâŚIâll see what I can do to get it sooner.â
âYeah, you do that,â he grumbles. âMotherfucker. I need a drink. Get a bottle of something.â
One of the men rounds the counter, tracks falling short at the sight of you and Chloe huddled against the counter.
âWhat the fuck?â
You and Chloe are wide-eyed and frozen as he sneers down at you. Still, he looks like heâs trying to be tougher than he is, compensating for size that he does not have, with an attitude that doesnât match up with the way he sped around the counter to get the other man a drink.
Another guy comes around and you quickly recognize him as the man in charge. He frowns at Chloe, sighing, âYouâre not supposed to be here still, Chloe.â
She shifts her weight, âI was justâŚfinishing inventoryâŚâ
The bossmanâs eyes move to you, laced with nothing but inconvenience. âOh and you brought a friend. Great.âÂ
âMr. Murray, we were just abââ
Heâs quick to cut her off with a hand, âChloe. Stop talking.â
Her face falls flat and her words die off without hesitation.
âGet up.â
Sheâs pushing herself off the ground instantly while youâre still on the floor catching up with what the hellâs going on. As she moves out from behind the bar, you scurry to follow her. Your arm bumps against hers as you fiddle with the seams at the bottom of your outfit.
You dressed to go out with your friend on a Friday night, not to meet three mobsters in a closed bar with no witnesses. Thatâs to say, youâre feeling a little exposed.
You stand in the center of the bar, the three men looking various degrees of annoyed looks across their faces. Though the oldest looking of the bunch has something else in his eyes as he looks you up and down, in no rush to hide his engrossment in your bare legs.
âHow old are you, honey?â Even without the blatant ogling, thatâs never a good question to hear from a fifty year old man.
Your eyes avert to the floor, lips pursing.Â
âHey, donât be rude. I asked you a question.â He nudges your chin up a bit rougher than necessary, forcing you to look him in the eyes.Â
Somehow, you feel like thereâs no answer here that would help you.Â
The man at the bar serves as an unexpected saving grace of sorts, muttering, âWe donât have time for this.â
Your pursuer shakes his head, looking you over in a way that makes you feel very small. âI think we got plenty of time.â
âI disagree.â
All heads whip to the doorway where the Red Hood leans against the frame, checking his phone. A never invited but always welcome addition to the party. At least for you.
The man in front of you instantly steps back, putting some distance between the two of you. Hands across the room instinctively fly to holsters only to begrudgingly relax at their sides, probably figuring drawing on Red Hood isnât in their best interest. Though your focus lies on the bell above his head that didnât make a peep whenever he came in.
Hood shuts his phone off and puts it away with a quiet sigh before glancing up at the tension-filled room. He literally double takes when his helmet scans past you. You somehow feel more in trouble now than you did two minutes ago.Â
âHood..â the bossman says measuredly. âWhat are you doing here?â
He stares at you for a second longer before tearing his gaze away. âJust thought Iâd check up on you, Murray. Make sure youâre not causing trouble in light of our agreement.â He makes a point of looking back at you and Chloe at that last part before looking to Murray expectantly.
He waves that off easily, âThis is nothing. Just two late-shift employees.â
Hood takes a piqued breath. âYou picked a bad time to lie to me,â he says flatly.
Murray shakes his head, âLook, weâre just cleaning up a mess. No harm.â
âReally?â
âThis clean up benefits you too, they heard too much. The one girlâChloe, get out. Sheâs fine, sheâs not talking.â
Chloe wastes no time exiting hastily. Bye Chloe.
He continues, âWe only need to kill one of them.â He says it like this is an ideal compromise. Youâre feeling differently.
Hood huffs, pulling out a gun from his holster. âIâm thinking itâs implied that killing innocent people is a form of causing trouble. Which is in direct violation of our agreement.â He cocks the gun, pointing it at Murrayâs head.
Murray steps back dramatically, throwing his hands up. âHey, an alliance is an alliance!â
Hood wavers his head to the side, âAlliance is a strong word. Temporary tolerance maybeâŚâ
The short man pipes up, âOkay, calm down, calm down. Nobody needs to get killed. We can cooperate.â
âThatâs the spirit,â Hood quips, lowering his gun.
The older one shakes his head, âWe donât have anything on her, sheâll talk.â
The short man demurs, âWe donât know thatââ
âShe saw too much, we canât have her walking around with that information,â Murray says, moving towards you.Â
Hood puts his hands up like some kind of mediator, âNobodyâs killing anybody.â
Murray scoffs, âYou were gonna kill me!â
Hood's hands drop as he stands in full, âAnd I still might!â
Boldly, Murray steps up to him.
But Hood looks down at him, easily a full head taller than him and at least twice his muscle mass. âLet's weigh out your odds here, Murray. Is that a fight youâre winning?â
The look on Murrayâs face tells you itâs not and he struggles to maintain this chest to chest confrontation.
It only takes him a moment of wavering to decide to back off, though he sure as hell doesnât look happy about it.Â
Hood pushes past him, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards him.Â
Murray splutters, watching you go. âYou canâtâI-I know people.â
âI am people,â Hood grumbles, steering you towards the door.
Though you can be sure they have them, no one voices any objections aa he pulls you outside.
His stride doesnât even falter as he marches you down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment. Aside from the sound of the breeze wisping past your ears, itâs silent between you.
After two blocks you get the strong impression that this muted exchange of energy is just going to keep on, so you force yourself to find something to rattle off about. âThat uh, that seems like something heâs gonna be mad about.â
He huffs, âYeah, well he can get over it or die so I guess itâs a personal choice.â
You frown at his tone, âWhatâs your problem?â
That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say as his head snaps in your direction. âWhy the hell are you out here?â
His sharp attitude has you stumbling a bit. âWhy are you out here? You have a concussion.â
âI donât have a concussion,â he grumbles. âAnd I just saved your life so maybe complaining about it isnât your best move right now.â
You try to stop and face him but he doesnât let you, keeping you moving along with him. âThatâs what weâre doing? Really?âÂ
Are these about the social skills that you had expected from him based on your first meeting? Yeah. But that first meeting was months ago. Heâs proven again and again that he has half a brain and the ability to read a room so youâre really not fucking sure what the hell his problem is. He wonât acknowledge that he kissed you and all but jumped out your living room window, but he will snap at you for asking about his concussion that thereâs no way he doesnât have. Especially if heâs acting like this.Â
He ignores your comment, blatantly at that. âDid they say anything about a drug shipment?â
This is what weâre talking about? Sure. Fine. At least youâre talking.Â
You open your mouth briefly before closing it again, eyes narrowed. âI donât know.â
He tries again, âWhat about Nocturna? Did you hear that name?â
âIâŚI donât know.â You werenât exactly taking notes behind the bar counter.Â
His head drops down heavily, âOkay, I think Iâm seeing a trend for how this conversationâs gonna go...â
You gawk at him, astonished that he thinks itâs you whoâs handling this discussion poorly. âYou cannot be serious right now.â
He sighs, slowing as you approach the steps to your building, âJustâwhyâd they let Chloe go?â
You blink a few times, âI mean, she has a drug problemâŚâ You guess that might be where sheâs getting them fromâŚ
He nods solemnly, âOkay.â
You huff, turning to walk up the steps, shoulders heavy. You hope heâll come up with you and maybe, just maybe, address the elephant in the room.Â
âAre youââ you turn around to face him again, met with nothing but vacant air.Â
A deep, tense, breath from you before calling out, âReally?â
One month. One month. And he decides to show up tonight like itâs no time lost. But there was some fucking time lost.
Count âem up, thatâs one period, two paychecks, three grocery trips, four laundry days, and thirteen showers. And that stupid fucking vigilante ransacked your head during every single one.
You went through the five stages of grief for this bizarre, undefinable relationship and then discovered about six more while you were at it.Â
So when you walk out from the bathroom, youâre a little pissed to see him sitting there on your living room floor, helping himself to a glass of water.Â
Maybe itâs his domino mask that gives his expression the illusion of neutrality. Or maybe he really has no idea how insane it is that he would occupy your apartment like this after skipping out on you for an entire lunar cycle.
He leans against your armchair, inspecting a scratch on his lower arm. You enter silently, watching him the whole time as you make your way over to the far end of the couch.
He doesnât look up at you though, not until after a minute or two of silence.Â
âYou got any bandages left?â he asks, throwing a glance over his shoulder.Â
You stare at him incredulously.Â
After ten seconds with no response from you, he turns around fully, frowning. âWhat?â
âAre you kidding me?â
âIââ he squints, eyes flickering across your face. âNo?â
You continue to gawk at him, not trying for any words.
He stares back, eyes wide. âI donât know what you want me to say...â
You tear your gaze from him, preferring to stare at the wall. âYou know what, I think I know what your problem is.â
He gives a laugh with little life to it. âI only have one?â
You bite down on your lip, âYou only have one Iâm ready to kill you over.â
He sits with that for a minute. A long minute, before asking softly, âWhat is it?â
You shake your head, glaring at an unoccupied nail in the wall. âThat youâre an idiot,â you mutter. You start to walk away before turning around again after a few steps. âWhere the hell have you been?â
He blinks, âUh, thereâs just been a lot ofââ
âBullshit.â
Heâs about to argue his point, but quickly decides to concede, âYeah.â He takes a deep breath, sitting back. âIâŚwasnât prepared for this conversation,â he says carefully.
You scoff with a nod, âYeah, neither was I, but itâs happening. I mâwhat did you think was going to happen here? Iâyou kissed me, you kissed me!â
âNo Iââ he huffs, âI shouldnât have done that, okay?â
âWhat the fuck does that mean?â
He sighs, throwing his hands up at his sides. âWhat do you want me to say?â
You shrug without genuinity, âAnything that could possibly rationalize that sequence of decisions. You kiss me, run away, ghost me for a fucking month, and then show up again like nothing happened.â
He shuts his eyes, shaking his head. âI know, I know, Iâm sorry!â
âIâm not asking you to be sorry, Iâm asking you to pick a fucking lane and stick to it!â
He falls silent at that, eyes on the floor. Itâs quiet for long enough that you start to think heâll accept the silence as his cue to leave. Youâre not sure if you want him to or not.
You take a deep breath, eyes closed. âI need you to start being straight with me. Now.â
He doesnât look up, taking his time to find his words. âI am sorry,â he tells you. âIâŚIâm not good at this. Iâm not good with words so I shouldnât have fucking done it.â
Honestly you werenât expecting him to actually come up with a reason, so youâre not prepared to weigh out whether or not itâs a good one.
âI like you...a lot. And I didnât knowâI donât knowâwhat to do about it so I kissed you and I didnât think it through, andâŚI guess I panicked.â
Thatâs more than enough for you to warrant looking back over at him. It doesnât take long for your gaze to start shifting around awkwardly while you scratch at your neck. âI wouldâve taken you for more of a fight over flight kinda guy.â
He nods to himself. âJusâ depends..â he says quietly.
And then it seems neither of you have anything else to say. Youâve run out of angry words to spit and heâs run out of apologies and excuses. But neither of you feel like youâre done.
The quiet lingers on for a painful amount of time. Your annoyance dissipates into something else, something more uncomfortable, but you couldnât find a name for it. Itâs got your thoughts going faster though and your chest feeling more hollow. Maybe not hollowâŚmaybe just softer.Â
He cuts through your thoughts before you can, âAre you mad that I kissed you?â
You shake your head, âNo. Iâm mad about what happened after.â Youâre just mad about what happened after. Shouldâve said just.
He thinks about that for a moment.Â
âI can be honest with you,â he tells you. The way he says it, itâs somewhere between a peace offering and an assurance to himself.
You look at him again. He reads oddly vulnerable for a man his size with his reputation. You believe him.Â
He goes on, âI trust you, you know? I want you to trust me too, if you can.â
You blink a few times, processing. âIâŚI donât know anything about you.â
He nods, an anxious aura radiating around him. He leaves you hanging for longer than a few moments, getting you convinced that the conversation is just going to end there.
It doesnât though, and after a few minutes, he sits up and reaches up to his mask.
It has you sitting up too, like he just pulled out a gun. Your hands fly up instinctually, as though this is completely uncalled for, as if heâs crazy for doing it.
He pauses his movements for a moment, making eye contact with you. His eyes reaffirm his words. He trusts you and he wants you to trust him.
You allow your hands to relax onto your lap and he continues on, taking his mask off.
Youâre not revealed to much more of his face than youâd already seen before, but entirely in view like this, heâs a sight. You try not to stare but thereâs little reward to removing him from your sight whereas the alternativeâŚ
All together like this you can see how his features balance his face out so nicely and make for a warm countenance, if not rough.
He takes a deep breath, setting his mask to the side. âMy name is JâŚâ he says with assurance. âTodd,â he tacks on.
You donât mean to, really, but youâre sure the frown on your face is evident as puzzle pieces start forming and connecting in your mind.Â
JâŚToddâŚJâŚJayâŚToddâŚJasonâŚToddâŚ
Your mouth hangs open, âYouâre Jason Todd. Youâre deââ Well a couple things are starting to add up. âHow are youâŚhow are you notââ
He waves that away, tiredly. âIt's a long story. Not particularly happy, either.â
Autopsy scar. Fuck.Â
âI mean, IâllâŚâ he hesitates, âIâll tell you if you want me to.â
He says it, but discomfort is painted across his face. Youâre quick to shake your head, âItâs okay.â
He nods, likely relieved.
You stand up from your seat, crossing the room to sit down next to him. Youâd half-expected him to tense up, but his body relaxes when you lean back against the chair.
You close your eyes before asking, âWhoâs Nocturna?â
âSheâs just this woman thatâs been causing trouble for us.â
You donât say anything and he continues on, shaking his head. âSheâs more annoying than anything.â
You open your eyes, looking over. âYeah?â
He shrugs, âJust trying to take over the underworld, the usual stuff. Nothing you need to worry about.â
You give a laugh thatâs barely more than an exhale, relaxing your body completely..
Thereâs the slightest lull in activity before he sets his hand down on the floor, right on top of yours. The sounds of your breathing are the only thing that fill the room for a few minutes, save for the occasional car horn.
He glances at the clock on the wall, nearing midnight. âI have to go...â He says reluctantly.
You try not to let the disappointment show through your body language. âGo where?â
He pauses before telling you, âA cemetery.â
You nod vacantly, âOh. Just for fun, orâŚ?â
He gives a dry laugh, âJust meeting an associate. Theyâre a bit dramatic, so.â
âYeah, Iâd say.â
âIâll come backâIâm going to come back,â he mutters against your hairline.
You donât respond, but you both know heâs good for his promise.
He looks around your apartment for a second before seemingly getting an idea. He pushes himself up off the ground and heads for your kitchen. You watch as he rips a sticky note off the deck on your fridge and scribbles something down on it.Â
He returns to you, kneeling down and pushing the square of paper into your hand. âHere,â he says, looking you in the eye. âIf you need anything. Anything.â
You engulf the note in your palm, nodding sincerely. His eyes flicker across your face, like heâs thinking about something. He hesitates for a moment, turning towards you, away from you, then towards you again. He holds the back of your head tenderly before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.
You look at each other up close for a second with nothing short of starry eyes before he turns away and ducks out the window.
You open up your palm and look down at the paper, at the ten digits scrawled across it.
Huh.
Must be official.Â
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