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THATâS NOT A PART OF YOUR ASSIGNMENT
Dick Grayson x art student!reader || 1.6k words
Warnings: smut, naked cuddling, blow job, slight exhibitionism but not quite
Summary: You have an assignment for figure drawing and thankfully have a willing model (along with yourself). Time to take some reference photos. Unfortunately for one horny boy, this means he canât move. lol poor guy.
a/n: goddd iâm a senior so iâve spent a bajillion hours in figure by now oof. so here, let me indulge my fantasies. need me a muse like Dick Grayson⌠well, maybe itâs for the best, since this fic shows how i wouldnt be getting anything done with him around agdjhsajhfk
âHey, Dickie, can you come in here for a second?â you called and instantly you heard the sock feet of your fiancĂŠ come padding towards you.
âDo you need me for something, Baby?â
You were too distracted with the task at hand to pick up on his flirting, âYeah, just come lay on the bed for a bit.â
âOooh. Of course~â Dick grinned as he eyed the camera you were adjusting on its tripod before he flopped down onto the bed, âany particular pose?â
âNah Iâm just fixing it right now, you can do whatever as long as you stay on the bed,â
You had meant, like, maybe he could scroll on his phone while you worked. But he took that as âwhatever sexy pose you want, Babeâ and began showing off his lithe body. Little distracting, but you were used to him enough to successfully ignore it. But damn, was it hard. Especially when he turned around so you could get a nice view of his ass.
âSo, we shooting sex tapes or what?â
You rolled your eyes, âNo, weâre not shooting sex tapes. I need references for a piece for Figure. Weâre supposed to be focusing on the ways the human body will fit together, so we need at least two models,â
âSoundâs intimate,â he schmoozed.
You sighed, âYeah, thatâs why I thought I should just draw us. I like the intimacy of the way we fit togetherââ
âSo we are making sex tapes,â
âNo. We are going to just be cuddling, I'm not going up in front of my class to present an explicit piece of us fucking, thank you.â
âBut we are going to be naked?â
You sighed even more dramatically this time, âYes, Dick, we are going to be naked. I have to âshow off the beauty of the human formââŚâ
He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively, you shook your head, âand I'll admit, I wanted it to be a little sensual, okay, but it's not like that,"
You went back to fiddling with the camera, ignoring his childish snickering. You positioned it perfectly, able to capture Dick's full body but not too much background with it. Hopefully cramming yourself in there too wont crop anything weird.
Humming to yourself, you grabbed the tiny remote for the tripod and tested it to make sure it was working. Doing so, you accidentally got a shot of Dick taking off his shirt. The way his stomach and chest were flexed as he lifted the shirt over his head was beautiful. Just what you wanted, art. You didnât delete this test shot like you wouldâve done on any other day. Donât tell Dick.
âLittle eager there, Babe?â you flirted.
He had already moved on to stripping off his sweatpants. As he threw the garment across the room you noticed he uh, had a little problem growing. Ah..
âThe faster we get these pictures the faster I can convince you to âtake a napâ before patrol tonight,â he slipped his boxers off as he talked to you.
âUh. Yeah. Um,â you started unbuttoning your shirt, âLetâs get this done, yeahâŚâ
Great, now youâre flustered. Youâd think youâd learn your lesson by now, to not use your own boyfriend as a model. But he was so pretty, it was always so tempting. If you had your way, all youâd ever draw were portraits of Dick. If you did that, though, youâd quickly get known as âthat kid who only draws local celebrity Dick Graysonâ around your university, which would most likely get shortened to just âDick Kidâ, and you did not need that kind of bullying in your life right now. Youâre a professional studio artist now, goddamnit.
You heard the springs of the bed as Dick laid back down, âSo what were you thinking?â
ââŚâ man what were you thinking again? Oh, âI wanted to start with a shot of us spooning. You know, how the legs fit together, how a face fits into the crook of a neck,â
He smiled, âDo I get to be the big spoon?â
âI guess,â you teased.
You took off your own pants and underwear and gave your hair a good finger comb through before laying down on the bed with Dick. He smirked as you cozied up to him. He placed his hand on your hip as he repositioned himself.
âSo you want my leg likeââ
âUh huh,â you felt the heat of his bare body melting into yours. And his errection nestling into your ass. GeezâŚ
âAnd my faceââ
He nuzzled into the side of your neck, brushing against the sensitive artery there. Hoo boy, perhaps this is a bad idea. Dick hummed against your throat as he began peppering the area with light kisses.
Mmm, perhaps itâs a really good idea.
âDick, pose,â
He stopped his onslaught on your neck for a moment, keeping still as you pressed the button on the remote to take a few shots.
âThank you,â you shuffled over to check the photos, much to Dickâs disappointment at you leaving his embrace, âthese are good, next pose,â
âWhat now,â
You adjusted the angle on the camera, âokay now sit up, on your knees,â
He did as you told him and you crawled back over.
âUh, sorry, I promise Iâm trying to keep professional thoughts right now,â he gestured to his now very prominent boner.
âThatâs fine, Baby,â you snickered as you started straddling him, âtheyâre not gonna be able to see it. This oneâs about how legs perfectly bracket a waist,â
âHands?â
âOn my chest, with your fingers in between the ribs,â
Dick was a little confused on what you meant there for a moment but he found it. You were right, his fingers did perfectly slot in between the bones of your ribcage.
Took everything in him to not start running his hands up and down your sides, feeling more of you beneath his fingertips. The gentle way your skin was always soft, no matter where he touched you drove him wild.
And itâs like you knew, the way you grinned and shook your head.
âHere,â you dipped your face towards him and he greedily took the kiss you offered.
It was just a chaste thing, when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. Dick had to fight back the whine in his throat.
âForehead to mine pleasââ he gingerly complied, âthere we go,â
Dickâs eyelids were pressed tightly shut, but he heard the click of the shutter go off a few times. You then disentangled yourself from him to go check the photos. He missed you immediately, even though you were just right over there.
Damn. This was horrible. Torture. His punishment from the gods like Tantalusâs fruit. Heâd rather clean the Batmobile with a toothbrush than have you naked in his lap and not be able to do anything about it.
Okay so maybe he was being a little overdramatic. Can you blame him, though? He canât just hold his everything in his hands and not make love to them. It feels irreverent.
âOkay, last oneâ
Thank fucking god. He could feel his cock throbbing and it was starting to get painful.
âCome get close to the camera, this one doesnât need to be fullbody,â
He crawled closer as you adjusted it once again, âwhatâs up with this one?â
âHow hands were made to cup our curves. Iâll need you to hold my chin in your hands,â
Done. You donât have to ask him twice. But damn, as you positioned yourself to how you wanted, was it hard to not just start kissing you.
He gazed lovingly at you as he gently played his part, holding you for the camera (and a bunch of students, apparently) to see. He hoped he was doing you justice in this, in all of these. Although, a part of him didnât want them to be good, didnât want other people to see how beautiful you could be for him. Your home was his own private little gallery with you as the star and maybe he didnât want to share.
Gatekeeping art. TskâŚ
The shutter clicked and flashed but you didnât really care anymore. That was the last picture, after all, and Dick was looking at you like he was about to devour you.
And you were right, as he realized he had a greenlight and dove right in.
Dick wasted no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth this time, lapping at your molars. Two can play at that game, so you licked into his mouth as well, only for him to fight dirty running his tongue along the roof of your mouth in flicks. A shiver ran down your spine as Dick pulled your face, still cupped in his hands, further into his. He moaned with the action, and damn, he really was trying to devour you.
He continued his attack on your mouth, sliding his tongue along yours in the most delicious way. You felt the vibrations of another groan as you let your hands start to wander down his body. His trapeze artist tits pecs.. his grabbable hips⌠his very hard cock weeping precum onto your hand as you fisted it. He pulled out of your mouth with a jolt, panting for air.
âPleaseââ he was cut off by a surprisingly high-pitched noise breaking out his throat as you went down, wasting no time in taking him into your mouth.
You took him as far as you could, the head hitting the back of your throat. You pressed your tongue flat into the underside of his cock, slowly dragging it along his tender shaft before pulling off of him again. He made a strangled noise as you looked up at him.
âWhat?â whyâd you stop before you even started?
âWell look,â you placed your tongue back into the divet where his tip met his shaft, âitâs like my tongue was made to be there. Fits together perfectly,â
God, you were going to be the death of him.
#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#dick grayson smut#nightwing smut#dick grayson x you#nightwing x you#dick grayson imagine#nightwing imagine#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson#nightwing#dc x reader
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hi lovely!! i literally screamed when i saw the post of you shifting, you're my beyoncĂŠ. anyway, cause you've experienced shifting for long periods of time (15 daysđĽł) , does it ever feel like you have imposter syndrome / feeling out of place while you're there?? or like there's an impending doom for when you'll come back? i'm sorry this is terribly worded idk how to express my own fears of this đľâđŤ did you feel as though you belonged? like it was yours completely? maybe i'm just overthinking but that feeling is a fear of mine. thank you!! (btw i'm thrilled for you!!) đ đ
fifteen days of silk & then a faceplant into the pavement. AKA my adjustment period.
itâs the morning after after, and i am back. back where? back here. alright. iâm back. ta-da. curtain drop. applause. except no one is clapping, and i donât have the grace to bow. i woke up, and the ceiling wasnât mine. the sheets werenât mine. the air wasnât the same expensive, citrine-tinged, cocktail-laced kind of air that had been curling in my lungs for two weeks. and i, hypocritical sucker that i am, had the nerve to be shocked about it.
i mean, sure. i knew it was coming. you donât get to play house with a world that isnât your baseline forever. but the thing is, i didnât leave on purpose. i didnât wake up with some cinematic, soft-focus farewell to my penthouse and my perfect cheekbones and my whole life of rich-girl ease. i got bpd'ed out of there. i had a moment, no, a stroke, full collapse, full-sent spiral. and the next thing I knew, i was here, in this reality, where my skin feels like it's on a half-second delay and my body doesn't move quite right.
fifteen days. the number sits heavy on my tongue for a reason. a reality where i belonged in the way that swans belong to lakes. without question, without effort, slipping into the water as if it were their own reflection. my existence hummed in sync with the great, golden machine of my cr, and yet. and yet.
did i ever feel out of place? i donât think out of place is the right word. it wasnât a foreignness, not an exile, more like standing in a room where you know every guest, yet you catch your own reflection and flinch. who is she? the one with pearls at her throat, ease in her fingertips, a name that opens doors before itâs even fully spoken. she is me. she was me. she was me for fifteen days, and then i blinked, and she is somewhere else, still living, still breathing, still slipping into taxis and tilting her chin in the golden hour light.
and yeah. it stings. a lot. like falling out of a dream where someone loved you exactly right, only to wake up and realise your phone is on 2%, your bank account is a joke, and the best thing in your fridge is an almost-empty bottle of soy milk. i spent fifteen days in a world where i never had to check my bank account because obviously i was wealthy, and now i have to talk myself down from a full-fledged existential crisis just because i blinked and lost it.
so, do i feel like it was ever really mine? and the answer is: yes, yes, of course, yes. i donât care what reality says. i belonged there like my name was engraved on the buildings. i had favourite cafĂŠs, i had people, i had a version of myself so polished and effortless she felt inevitable. i belonged there in the way that clouds belong to the sky, like obviously, what else would i be doing?
and yet. and yet !!!!
i woke up here. which means what? that this reality wins by default? that iâm supposed to accept it, tuck myself back into it like an old sweater, pretend like my body doesnât feel like it got kicked out of the garden of eden for crying too hard? i donât know. i donât know. what i do know is that the transition is brutal, and i miss myself. i miss the version of me that didnât have to think about belonging, because she just did. i miss the feeling of it, the seamlessness, the way my life there was perfectly hemmed to fit me.
but i wonât lie. i woke up today, and for a split second, i expected the skyline to still be waiting for me. i expected to turn my head on the pillow and see the drape of new york twilight against a window that was mine. instead, i saw this world, my room, this life. it took me a breath, a deep one, the kind that scalds the lungs, to remember that i belong everywhere i have ever been. the city does not crumble because i have left it. it remembers me. it holds my laughter in its pavements, my perfume in the folds of its air. i will return. i will always return.
maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. and when i do, iâll stay longer. iâll land softer. iâll make sure the next time i wake up, itâs because i decided to.
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Please i need Ambessa visiting Reader's apartment and seeing that she has a huge room dedicated to being her personal library, slightly the largest personal library Ambessa has seen in her life. Ambessa looking at Reader like "did you really read all that?" and Reader saying with a proud smile "yup, ma'am! And at least twice every book you see there". Thankssss :]
A War Room of a Different Kind
Warnings: None! Except for being a damn bookworm
Ambessa Medarda was not easily impressed. She had conquered cities, commanded armies, and stood in halls where history itself had been decided. She had seen war rooms with towering maps and strategy tables carved from the finest stone, libraries filled with dusty tomes that whispered of bloodlines and power.
And yetânothing quite prepared her for the sheer size of your personal library.
She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, taking in the endless shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. The scent of aged paper and leather filled the air, a quiet, scholarly sort of authority lingering in every corner. There were books stacked neatly, books left open with annotations in the margins, books arranged by genre, subject, andâjudging by the meticulous orderâsome personal system only you understood.
Ambessa let out a low hum, stepping further inside. The room was larger than some council chambers she had seen, filled with enough knowledge to fuel several lifetimes.
She turned to you, arching a sharp brow. âDid you really read all this?â
You grinned, standing a little taller as you clasped your hands behind your back. âYup, maâam! And at least twice every book you see there.â
For a long moment, Ambessa just stared at you. Not in disbelief, but in something bordering on⌠admiration.
Her dark eyes scanned the shelves again, fingers trailing idly over the spines of well-worn books, the touch almost reverent. âTwice,â she mused. âYou read all of these twice?â
You nodded, unable to keep the smugness from your expression.
Ambessa huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. âIf only my generals had half your dedication.â
You shrugged. âWell, reading is a battlefield of its own.â
She smirked at that, finally turning her full attention back to you. There was something different in her gaze nowâsomething considering, assessing. She had known you were sharp, but this? This was a weapon she had yet to see in its full force.
With slow, deliberate steps, she closed the distance between you, standing just close enough that the heat of her presence made your pulse tick up. âAnd what exactly,â she murmured, âdoes a woman with a mind like yours do with all this knowledge?â
Your smile widened. âOh, youâll find out soon enough.â
Ambessa chuckled, a low, knowing sound. She reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before stepping past you, already plucking a book from the nearest shelf.
âThen by all means,â she said, flipping through the pages, âimpress me.â
Ambessa Medarda did not idle. She did not waste time in places that did not serve her. And yet, here she wasâsettled into the worn leather chair in the corner of your personal library, one leg crossed over the other, a book in her hands.
It had been nearly an hour since she first sat down, flipping through pages with a quiet focus that was, quite frankly, surprising. You had expected her to make some teasing remark, maybe humor you for a moment before moving on. But noâAmbessa was still here, brow furrowed as she studied the text, utterly absorbed.
You leaned against the nearest bookshelf, arms crossed, a slow smile curling at your lips. âDidnât peg you for a history reader.â
Ambessa didnât glance up. âHistory is strategy,â she murmured. âEvery war, every betrayal, every rise and fallâitâs all a lesson.â
You tilted your head, amused. âAnd what lesson are you learning from that book?â
She finally looked at you, dark eyes sharp with something unreadable. âThat you may be the most dangerous woman Iâve met.â
You laughed at that, pushing off the shelf. âOh? And here I thought you liked dangerous women.â
âI do.â Ambessa set the book down, resting her forearms on her knees as she watched you approach. âBut this?â She gestured at the towering shelves around you. âThis is another kind of battlefield entirely.â
You smiled, letting the compliment settle over you like armor. âBooks are just another form of power, Ambessa.â You reached for the book she had been reading, skimming the page she had left off on. âBut Iâm guessing you already knew that.â
Ambessaâs gaze flickered over you, her expression thoughtful. Then, with the smooth ease of a woman who had spent her life commanding, she gestured for you to come closer. âTell me,â she said, voice low, inviting, dangerous, âif you had to choose one bookâone text to outthink meâwhat would it be?â
You smirked, plucking a different volume from the shelf. You turned it over in your hands before handing it to her, watching as she read the title.
Her lips twitched upward. âClever girl.â
You met her gaze, stepping between her knees with a quiet confidence. âYou said you wanted to be impressed,â you murmured. âConsider this my opening move.â
Ambessa chuckled, low and approving, fingers skimming the edge of the book before pulling you down, down, until you were settled onto her lap, caged by the sheer weight of her presence.
Ambessa was warm beneath you, the solid weight of her presence a reminder of the sheer power coiled beneath her composed exterior. She held the book in one hand, fingers lazily flipping through the pages, but her attention was entirely on you.
âYou look awfully smug for someone who just handed me their best weapon,â she murmured, amusement curling at the edges of her voice.
You tilted your head, letting your fingers trail along the spine of another book on the nearby table. âA weapon is only as good as the person wielding it,â you mused. âAnd I highly doubt youâll use that book the way I would.â
Ambessa hummed, resting her free hand against your hip, a touch that was neither possessive nor idleâjust there, like an anchor. âIs that so?â
You smirked. âYouâre a warlord, Ambessa. You read for battle, for conquest. I read to know people. Their fears, their desires, their mistakes. Thatâs why Iâve read all of theseâtwice.â
She exhaled a quiet laugh, setting the book aside. âYouâre a dangerous little thing,â she mused, fingers tightening slightly at your hip. âYou might be the only one in this city who could outmaneuver me.â
Your smirk deepened. âMight?â
Ambessa let out a low, appreciative hum, her eyes scanning your face as if recalculating some hidden equation. Then, without warning, she shifted, gripping your chin between her fingers and tilting your head just enough to hold your gaze captive.
âYou want a war of minds, little wife?â she murmured, voice rich with challenge. âFine. But know thisâwhen I play, I play to win.â
You swallowed, your pulse betraying you even as you refused to look away. âThen I suppose,â you whispered, leaning in just enough that your breath brushed against her lips, âyouâll have to keep coming back.â
Ambessaâs smile was slow, knowing. âOh, I intend to.â
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that was us part eight
aka fuck it friday
tagged by @leashybebes
skipping ahead a few parts because i can and i want to. aka 7x05 as seen through the lens of the former fiancee/current besties abbysaltommy text thread
abby texting, tommy texting, sal texting
so, how was the first date?
turns out evan is not out to anyone.
it was his first 'date with a dude', but he's an ally.
sounds like a train wreck. (sorry, abby)
that part was oddly okay? it was adorable.
his best friend showed up at the same restaurant on a date with his girlfriend. evan said that we were 'going to pick up hot chicks later'.
i ducked out of going to the movie and just went straight home after dinner.
sal, cue us up a grindr best of lineup.
wait, i want to know what tommy said about the hot chicks.
not proud of it but i made a closet joke. the friend's girlfriend is moving in so it wasn't out of nowhere. i don't think any of them caught it, actually. but it made me feel a little better.
that's my boy!
you're a menace, sal. at least it was on the first date, tommy? it could have been worse.
mm. this feels like a sign that i should take a break from dating.
as opposed to the absolute bevy of dates you've been on recently?
sal, don't be mean. when was the last time you went on a date?
all right you two, no infighting. as fun as it is to watch you argue, i'm here for some moral support.
we can do that. hey, at least you can use the helicopter rescue to land dudes.
helicopter rescue? what helicopter rescue?
it's not a big deal.
tommy flew into a fucking hurricane and found a capsized cruise ship.
oh my god. days like this i miss la. nothing like this ever happens in phoenix.
i'm lucky i didn't get fired, okay? and we are not doing a grindr lineup. one bad date is not going to get me back on the apps.
you get one week to mope and then we're going for drinks and you're flirting with someone at the bar.
that's not a bad plan, sal. i approve.
at what point do i get a say in this?
you don't.
you don't.
their text thread sits quiet for a few days and abby debates asking tommy for more details. between jordan and marcus he hasn't had much to smile about, and even though he'd only met evan two weeks ago, the way that he'd talked about him⌠she'd really thought that tommy's luck was about to turn around.
they're driving tess to tucson for a college tour when she finally has enough time to text tommy separately.
it was one bad date abby, i'm fine.
yeah, but you liked him. like, really liked him.
i've really liked a few guys. and i've survived. we didn't even know each other for a full month. he'll just be a great kiss and a fun evening and that's the end of it.
a great kiss, huh?
i already told you that.
let's talk once we're back from the college tour? it's been a while.
sure, but you're signing up for a party viewing of love, actually.
double feature with die hard?
âŚevan just texted me.
what did he say?
do you want me to go fight him.
he wants to meet for coffee.
you should do it!
hm. at least you get a free cup of coffee. he is buying, right?
sal. yes, he's buying. i really liked him, you know? up until the hot chicks it was the best date i'd been on in⌠a while.
definitely go, tommy. you haven't said you had the best anything in a long time. abby thinks the last time she heard tommy say something was the best he'd ever had it was when she still lived in la (but after they broke up). if it's not great, it's just coffee. it's only going to be an hour or so.
i feel like someone should play devil's advocate but abby's got a point.
sal, how about i text you if i need you to fake an emergency and leave?
no, don't approach this like it's going to go badly!
works for me. i've always got you on speed dial, buddy.
you can hide any pitchforks the two of you might have found.
so it went well?
the question is how well it went.
sal.
sal.
what? just because he's not out doesn't mean they couldn't have some fun.
he actually did come out? to his best friend and his sister. we're going to try again and go on another date.
where's he taking you?
better be somewhere fancy.
i am not telling either one of you where it is. one of the delucas would try and pop up to spy on us.
i'm in pheonix, you can tell me separately.
it would be gina. definitely. she's small and sneaky.
they're not even denying it. you can find out where we're going after he's actually out to everyone.
sal, don't ruin this for us.
what? i'm being supportive.
so where's the date?
i'm not telling you.
why not?
because you'll tell gina and gina will tell sal and someone's going to pop up like a demented jack in the box.
i resent that implication.
because it's true?
see if i watch another romcom with you, tommy kinard.
that's a dirty lie, abby clark. listen, if we survive the second date then maybe i'll tell you two snoops more about him.
i'll let gina know ;)
i always regret introducing you two.
me and gina or me and sal?
all three of you.
here's hoping date number two is better than date one.
your lips, god's ears, etc etc.
#that was us#tommy kinard#abby clark#sal deluca#mentions of#evan buckley#bucktommy#past abbytommy#fifteen minutes late because it refused to post lmfao
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hello, would you do an alex turner x musician reader? she's just as famous with a solid fanbase, and they get a lot of media attention and even called a power couple of some sort. yet behind closed doors they're like any ordinary couple that love each other the most and doesn't care about what other people say about them? basically lots of fluff. i hope this makes sense! <3
Between The Chords
Alex Turner x musician!reader
Word count: 1.1K
a/n: Thank you sm for this request!
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The paparazzi's camera flashes momentarily blind you as you exit the airport, arm in arm with Alex, you try to speed walk through attempting to reach the car in one piece, all while the shutterbugs yell things like:
âDo you think youâll be up for a BRIT this year?
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âY/n, any thoughts on the criticism of your new single?â
âThese paps seem tame enough, non invasive especially for LAâs standards.â You thought, though their relentless camera flashes were starting to turn your mild headache into a full on migraine. You were fairly new to the scene, your debut album having blown up a little over a year ago, Alex on the other hand was slightly more well versed in the music industry, maybe that was what drew you to him -his experience- heâs become sort of a lighthouse keeping you afloat among the madness.
After what felt like an eternity you finally reach the car. Alex, ever the gentleman, holds the car door open for you, once youâre in he climbs in next to you, his fingers naturally finding yours, intertwining them as the car eases forward.
âGod, I have such a headache,â you groan, burying your face against his neck.
âOh, me poor baby,â Alex teases, smirking. âNeed some Aspirin?â
âShuddup.â You grin despite yourself. Itâs like his superpowerâmaking you smile through anything.
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The hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of raindrops against the windshield make the drive almost peaceful. Alexâs thumb absentmindedly strokes the back of your hand, his warmth lulling you into a half-daze. Before you know it, the car slows to a stop outside your place.
âYou alive, love?â Alex murmurs, squeezing your hand.
Barely. You just want to crawl into bedâbut with him, of course.
Inside, the familiarity of home washes over you. Despite four months of touring, you both fall into your usual routine like no time has passed. Instead of unpacking like a responsible adult, you strip down and slip into a pair of Alexâs boxers and his hoodieâyour real post-tour uniformâbefore heading downstairs.
Alex is already in the kitchen, and you watch him from the couch, your favorite spot for early morning and late-night admiration.
âWhatcha makinâ?â you call, arms draped over the back of the couch. The open layout of your homeâa design choice you hadnât realized youâd love so muchâmeans you get a perfect view of him moving around the kitchen, a bonus you fully take advantage of every time he makes breakfast shirtless.
Alex returns from the kitchen, a steaming mug in hand. âDoctorâs orders,â he jokes, handing it over with a lopsided grin. âDrink up before your headache gets worse.â
You take a sip, the warmth spreading through you. âWhen did you get your medical degree?â
âOh, love, Iâve been a specialist in you for ages,â he quips, nudging you playfully.
âStop it.â You blush bashfully, hiding your face in his chest.
He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before reaching behind the couch to pull out his guitar. âMind if I play some tunes?â
âNow?â You raise a brow, amused. âYou just survived an eight-hour flight, and you still have energy for this?â
âYes, now while I still have my gorgeous muse beside me.â He starts to strum out a tune on his guitar, his fingers moving with practiced ease until he reaches the F Major, the one chord that always seems to trip him up.
Youâre playing it wrong,â you say, watching him fumble with the chord.
âI am Alex Turner, yâknow.â He says smugly while still trying to perfect the chord.
âThen act like it,â you tease, playfully nudging his shoulder. You set your mug down before briskly taking the guitar to show him how it's done.
âLook,â you say, shifting closer, âput your index here, and your middle on this stringâlike this.â You guide his fingers into place, your hands lingering over his.
He looks up at you, his eyes glinting under the warm glow of the lamp. âWhat would I do without my genius of a girlfriend?â
Alex strums the chord again, this time getting it right transitioning into a melody. Itâs slow, almost hypnotic, and then he starts singingâlow and soft, just for you.
You rest your head against his shoulder, letting his voice wrap around you like a warm blanket.
âYou falling asleep on me already?â Alex murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair.
âMânot,â you mumble, but your body betrays you, melting further into him.
He chuckles. âThatâs what they all say before they start drooling on me hoodie.â
You swat at him weakly. âI do not drool.â
âRight. Just like I donât mess up F Major.â
You groan, hiding your face against his chest. âI regret helping you.â
âNo, you donât.â His voice is warm, teasing. âAnd you love me.â
You huff, but your sleepy smile gives you away. âYeah, yeah.â
Fame could be loud. But moments like this? This was what really mattered.
Speaking of fame, the airport paparazzi pictures have already been posted to social media, both your fandoms were going absolutely berserk over the images. Since Alex was a grandpa about social media you had to read out all the comments to him. Well maybe only the nice ones.
âWanna hear what the internet has to say about us?â
He hums, strumming idly on his guitar. âOh, go on then. Whatâs the verdict?â
You clear your throat and read dramatically, ââRockâs Most Stylish Couple Spotted in L.A.: Y/N Stuns in Casual Chic While Turner Keeps It Classic.'"You glance down at yourselfâhis hoodie and boxers, your hair still slightly messy from the flight. âCasual chic, huh?â
Alex looks over, eyes flicking lazily across your outfit. âYeah, proper high fashion, that.â
You snort, scrolling down. âOh, this oneâs goodââAlex Turner and Y/N Y/L/N prove once again theyâre the definition of couple goals.ââ
Alex smirks but doesnât look up from his guitar. âAh, well, hate to break it to âem, but weâre actually a disaster behind closed doors.â
You roll your eyes, scrolling further until a tweet makes you burst into laughter. âAlex and Y/N are real-life couple goals. If they ever break up, love isnât real.â
You turn to Alex, raising a brow. âNo pressure or anything.â
Alex finally stops strumming and squints at your phone. âTheyâre putting that much faith in us?â
âOh, absolutely,â you tease. âApparently, weâre single-handedly holding the concept of love together.â
Alex sets his guitar aside and tugs you closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. âWell then, guess weâve got no choice, love.â
You grin, leaning into him. âGuess not.â
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a/n: Hope I did this amazing request justice! I had so much fun writing this, and I truly appreciate all the love and support. Also, part 2 of âThe AM Effectâ is in the worksâI canât wait to share it with you all soon!
#alex turner#arctic monkeys#fanfic#fanfiction#writing#x reader#reader x character#x yn#y/n#musician#alex turner x reader#alex turner x fem!reader#alex turner x musician!reader#musician reader#AM#am era#alex turner fanfic#request
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What if I told you Barb is a he/him lesbian to me? What then?
#jane journals#self insert talk#đ¸ hard rock hearts đ¸#HOURTGHGHHHH I JUST FOUND THIS IMAGE IT MAKES ME CRAZAAAAY đđđđđđŤśđđŤśđđŤśđđŤśđ#SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE AND SMUG#and this is from her intro scene too where she basically destroys the techno trolls kingdom (wuh-oh đł)#BUT SHE LOOKS SO!! UGH!!#like she KNOWS shes got them beat#its cute that theyre even TRYING to negotiate with her#shes soooo đđđđđđ#and sorry for being kinda quiet lately#im exhaustedddd and idk if its mentally or physically#but im basically dead when im not at work and it suckssss#i mean they did just move me to full time hours#im a lot busier and i do a lot more work now#thats probably it tbh đ#but ill get used to it and ill kick this art block eventually!!
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And she fucking needs to reschedule her appt. She always wants to do it together with someone. But no. Of course you wouldnât be able to sleep if you never sleep at those hours anyway. Of course not.
And fine. Weâll reschedule bc what other choice is there. But. Yeah. âIâm sorryâ
I gave up my weekend to cater to this bc otherwise I couldâve gone another day to get my new Covid vaccine. I couldâve booked for another time. I couldâve used this day to go in and borrow dadâs car so I couldâve gone to a waterfall or beach even though itâs freezing.
And now Iâm probably going to have to give up next weekend - ASSUMING thereâs appointments left for then. My last two day weekend before my semester starts and I split my days off. Which is fine. Itâs my choice. But I was hoping to do some stuff on my own :(.
And she probably doesnât. Fuck. I still need to take her for bloodwork (overdue) and picking up an updated will since the sis and I are adults now and it might be A Thing that it needed to be updated. And not to be like especially given their health and that theyâve both had Covid now. But. I worry. Iâm not really in a position to be able to support the household even if we inherited and there arenât taxes. But Iâd have to hold it together. Iâm older.
She wonât drive herself to go do these things.
(But I have to drive myself now if I canât bus there).
And I get having anxiety. I am anxious too.
But for it to get so bad years and years ago that it severely affects your family AND your family has asked you to get help several times (on a regular basis too. Bc weâre not professionals and canât really help you. Especially when you donât even agree to come along and just sit in the car as I drive around) itâs frustrating. (How would we have turned out if you had actually sought help for your mental illness? And why do I just KNOW that youâll blame yourself for our mental illness. That we have to hide any attempts to better our own so that you donât blame yourself?)
Who could we have been if any of us had been diagnosed?
I shouldnât have had to deal with that as a child. In elementary school. Especially when I was already suicidal on my own anyway.
And yes. I resent you.
âI bet you wish for a different motherâ
Yeah. One that fucking tried a little bit harder to get help before it got this bad. Before having us preferably. One that when asked to get help - agrees. Even if weâd have to arrange and just get you in the car and escort you there.
One that even occasionally stuck to anything you say youâll do.
When I couldnât even rely on you as a child. An older child.
âAt least I raised you to not do drugs or lie. Or drink soda.â
I never felt safe to tell the truth of course I lie to you sometimes. Iâve craved nothing more than the sweet release of oblivion sometimes. Painful violence with flavour isnât fun.
And then now. Youâre. Even now. Youâre so judgemental. âYouâre such a rebel nowâ
For what?! Getting tattoos?! That Iâve always wanted!!
I am frustrated.
You wonder why I try to go out of the house and do things?
I hate staying here. But where else am I going to have so much space? And not have to pay a formal rent?
Urges are there. But. Canât. It never helped to hurt myself anywhere near as much I needed. And I have healing tattoo and touch upâs right now. Im ok though. I donât. I donât do it like that.
I need food is what I need but fuck Iâm annoyed.
#vent#family#shattered fragments#honestly I slept like shit too. I passed out after dinner and woke up about midnight and then had to go back to bed#and convincing myself to get up to brush my teeth took until past two am#but I did sleep#tw#anxiety I guess.#just. lots of family shit#and itâs just. when you rely entirely on somebody else to take you to do things. please.#either admit youâre disabled and try to access the very few benefits that might be available to you#or get in the fucking car when I need you to#and I know itâs not that simple and that disability SUCKS here#but I work full time and go to school and have hobbies and things I like to do#so when I give you my options of when Iâm free to help you get to things. for fucks sake I planned my week or month around it.#Iâm not a caretaker by any means#but I feel like I have to be#real reason to find love/get married: moving out đ#but then Iâd just feel guilty for leaving. bc then who would help?#and Iâd have to probably just drive back and do it all anyway#like hey. mum. you remember how burnt out you were caretaking for grandma? without any other job or school to do?#*youâre going to do that to me*#and I KNOW part of it is almost definitely that weâre nd. but FUCK.#and Iâm so exhausted by having to always concede to you.#like we get it. but EVERY SINGLE TIME?#I have other stuff to do too. and you wonât taxi or drive yourself.#just. fuck.#but now I have less than an hour before I need to go for my own. and I need to reschedule hers before I do so sheâs not a no show
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also "textless" versions of these, wahooo
#corned beef#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#bsol#speaking of >:3 & >:3 third time's the >:3 in successfully slammed both up against the window of joe iconis's car (twitter @'d & Seen)#which is really just a :3 but whom among us (orchestra hit) is not a little impish with it#first year i did fanart like wouldn't it be fun if joe saw & liked this. second yr like Same plus it did happen last time#then also recency Fun Times bias sure but he did make it a frame in his End Of Year Good Times Celebration video like >:'3#yes i draw exactly what i wanna draw b/c it's some specific thing i enjoy that much so Yep that is the xmas show to me#so powerfully i was moved like ooh fun xmas villain wrole?? in '19 when i was paying attention & relieved of some bmc closure malaise#by the xmas show but obv Least aware / knowledgable lol. technically showed up in '18 around nov/dec but no chance Right then of tuning in#i mean i had the capacity but did not know it existed / even Less helpful preexisting context. anyway so by the time the show returns#& i've done research in between & gone my god i am i live laugh loving like Yeah i'll do more fanart & omg cyril & omg krampusfucking#able to ramp it up this year & like just thanks to Drawing Experience i'm better at forging ahead through thee process even when it's#extra ambitious like my god am i in over my head? well keep swimming for the surface like only several times going [aaa....] only to yknow#not be that tripped up anyway but still go [(celebrate) christmas!!! (with me)] & be like Do It For The Krampusfucking Gift#one post for another like lighting up my life joe just coming out like ''who wants clips. first up Full Cyril Fucks The Krampus number''#like jeez made that happen And passed it along....it's always the like epitome of my art like i make the specific often really niche stuff#i really respond to; does anyone else enjoy this? if yes; Wheeee; sometimes this is also ppl Behind the really niche shit i enjoy#like i truly hope you do get that kick out of it as i slam it up to the window; worth a Highlight Of Your Year or not#the power of [i do like to Draw the things i latch on to] + [internet] for you#really the bsol design even More an event in ''how did i even do this'' b/c even when planning to make it slightly easier like well#fewer figures; i'll use ink pen so i hone the lineart less than i would to precisely get [line weight mostly irrelevant] Line Geometry#yet still going ruh oh i'm honing for sure. but then like did Most of the lineart all in one night + all the coloring the next round#when i draw quite slowly / the Honing is virtually always an inextricable part of my process like i do Nothing in less than Hours#like i think even my freewheeling bsol sketches posted just this morning took me at Least an hour; judging by vids i played in the bg lol#not quite calibrated to have Attuned Confidence In My Ability To Forge Ahead thusly like oh no if i don't have Momentum or it doesn't#happen to be one of those times things just spontaneously come out great right off without more honing / consideration we're fucked....#not actually the case but yknow still realizing this lol But still able to just pat myself on the shoulder like It's Manageable & it is/was
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Synopsis. His new yearâs resolution? To knock you up!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babyfĂŠver, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, buIges, mentions of kĂds, cervĂx kĂssing, full neIsons, GOJOâS POWERS, Ănnapropriate use of jujutsu, PĂSSYDRĂNK JJK MEN, marathons, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukunaâs second mouth, p talking, cĂşmplay, spĂtting, making it fit, use of âmaâamâ, pet names, swĂŠaring.
A/N. Be honest can yâall tell that Iâm ovuIatingâŚ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - FEVER!
âT-Tooooji-â
Youâre being oh-so-easily shut up with just three stinging slaps! of Tojiâs hefty, swollen tip. Strawberry-red, and just as angrily plump. Making such a mess when heâs smearing between your treacly walls in a gluey kiss - like he never wanted to let go.
And you never wanted him to.
Not even when heâs rolling his eyes with a mean titter, âDonât remember my heh- birthday gift includinâ this chatty mouth of yours, doll.â A singular, masculine palm sheaths over your deliriously slack maw - rough. âSâeven more talkative than her-â
But it was impossible not to be after these hours upon hours.
Impossible for your sloppy entrance to not drawl out resoundingly filthy slurps every time Tojiâs scooping his buttery seed back in with his vicious fingers.
âYa realize thatâs supposed to stay ah- inside, ma?â Wrangling your legs open into a rude full-nelson to leave a sappy smack! at that gooey heaven right between. Toji sounds so utterly sullen at the waste, âHow mâI gonna get myself a daughter if ya canât keep it in, hm?â
It was a rhetorical question - and Toji was fucking you like it was.
Sculptured, beefy biceps barely even flexing at the practically non-existent struggle to manhandle your thighs open. It gave you both such a perfect view - of your saturatedly glossy pussy folds being constricted around his lazily sinking size. Struggling. Goopy masses of Tojiâs honeyed cum from just prior being drooled out after every syrupy squelch-
âMouthy fuckinâ cunt.ââ Youâre hearing him whisper from right behind you, puffs of condensed air hitting the tender spots on your neck and making you keen. âMakes me wonder- heh- who the babyfever got talkinâ more. You or her.â
He was babbling nonsense - and you were, too.
The raw ruptures of his bloated head making your jaw droop stupidly open, lashing around your heated insides to probe up rigorously against those sweet spots. Toji Fushiguro had no relent - he had no mercy.
Because he was promised another damn brat for his birthday, and he wanted one now.
âN-now?â Your heart-eyes are bulging out, the trembly waver in your voice shrilling upwards after every drag of his balloony tip down the span of your elastic cervix. Oh, shit, did he say that out loud? Whoops. âToji wh-what if it hasnât ngh- taken yet-â
Tojiâs cutting you off - urgent. Spitting, as if those mere words shouldnât be spoken out loud. âMove that hand fâme-â Couldnât even wait the few split-seconds it takes for you to shuffle your carefulling covering hand away before flinging it off with a rude swat. â-touch that lilâ bulge- ngh- wh-where I am. Feel me.â
Your fingerpads are shaky - unstable. Caressingly feeling for that riotous smooch of Tojiâs bawling fat tip peppering tiny kisses onto your cervix. Your womb.
The blood in your veins boil with sheer need at the rounded globular edge, pressing down hard in just the way you knew that would drive Toji wild. Making his weighty breeder balls flinch with a harsh thwack! âSee? Feel that? How mâalllll up in that cute womb? Bold of you to think that youâll fuuuuck- walk outta this bedroom not pregnant, mama.â
He was determined. Feral.
Every puncturing rut had your spine arching into the most perfect curvature on top of him. Your back pressing heatedly in a lecherous massage against his heated skin, so bumpy with every flexing ab and muscle.
You couldnât help but feel soâŚruined. In the best way.
âI-is that a promise?â Youâre craning your head over your shoulder, batting those tear-clung lashes in a way that makes Tojiâs willowy eyes widen. Tongue pinpointing his sinful scar once his mouth waters. What a dangerous little thing you were. âWanâ you allll inside, Tojiââ
Yeah, dangerous alright.
âCanât have it alllll inside if yer hngh- lettinâ this cunt drool.â Youâre squealing when a few calloused pads of his strongly thick digits pry open your slobbering mouth agape. Letting your tongue loll out lazily for him to splatter a honeyed wad of saliva, âThaâs what that hngh- filthy mouth gets.â
Before in the blink of an eye, heâs bullying a few free fingers between the pursed pucker of your sensitive folds until he was knuckle-deep. Rummaging out into the geysering orifices hidden against your melty walls, heâs knotting up the ribbony ropes of his creamy seed from trickling out.
Canât have his pretty girl wasting a single ounce, now. How could he?
âAnd for my cutely ovulating wifeâŚâ You could barely even hear him above the thundering plap! plap! plap! of skin-on-skin, in such a cottony state of mind that you just register when youâre being gifted with another quick stream of spit lacquering your tongue. â-ya get- this.â
And it wasnât just the slewing volumes of spittle that your open jaw was being splattered with.
It was the way you were cumming - without even realizing. Without even registering the uncountable heaps upon heaps of edging whines that flood your mouth, vision sparking white hot.
âMâcumming-â youâre gasping out. One limping hand bravely rovering to clutch onto Tojiâs sweat-slicked locks and pull, âMâcumming mâcumming- ah! Tojiââ
âYeah yeah, e-easy on the merchandise, doll.â Heâs groaning, but you can almost catch the way that he swallows. The way that his heavy balls shift with purpose underneath that girthy base to squeeze. Pulling taut. âJusâ s-sit still nâ let me breed this ngh! goooood fuckinâ pussy like the good girl ya are.â
With a shudder, you feel like youâre being split-apart - more so than you already were.
Head buzzing with fuzzy little explosions at the thudding splatter! of just about the nth glaze of his seed scouring your deepest gooping insides. Youâre being covered over and over in every tiny ridge and sweet spot with whipped icings of his potent cum.
And you can feel it almost knocking at your womb, creamed globs of it sliiiiding all the way down your walls with a promise.
âGodâŚâ You feel so full. Like your rubbery cunt was inflated widely enough that you think you might just burst.
Heâs scoffing, âToji works jusâ fine.â
âS-so cocky-â Head swimming cockdrunkenly with every jerking grind up into you, heâs slinging out the filthiest driveling squelches! that halfway drown out your pretty noises. What a shame.
âOi oi, shut up-â But not to you. Toji simply canât help but laugh - and if you were in any better state of mind, youâd have huffed at the sheer audacity. Gleaming ivory teeth snagging down onto your tender earlobe, â-the h-hehâŚmother of my kids is talkinâ.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Hubby material.
âHands on the wall now, darling.â Nanamiâs throaty order is spoken gently. Lovingly. But you knew better than to not listen - hastily planting your splayed-out hands onto the cool kitchen wall. âGood girl. Now gimme a little show.â
âKentoooo-â That slutty arch of your back was almost embarrassing, and youâre sure that if it hadnât been for the strong arm circled underneath your hips then youâd have been weakly collapsed on the floor. âJ-jusâ put it in- already-â
âShhhh- patience, my love.â Your dear husband is rewarding your pitiful whines with a sudden swat! right onto the jiggling mound of your ass. Tutting with every soothing squeeze of his massive palms, that glinting wedding ring cold against your stinging flesh. âPatience sâthe number one trait a good parent should have.â
And heâs so proper.
OrâŚat least it seems.
Because those cracking whimpers spilling their way between your lips only make Nanami greedier. The slight tremble of your thighs when your teary slit douses the tile below with a sticky puddle of slick driving him wilder-
âI- I know-â youâre huffing, head craned with an oh-so-irresistible pout. âB-but a good parent should also be ngh- punctual.â
Punctual? Nanami Kento was always punctual.
To every date, every meeting, every appointment - everything but right now when he feels his swollen pink tip twitch at your smart little backtalk. Biting down on the hollowish insides of his cheek to keep that dark chuckling from slipping through.
âHmmmâŚâ Nanamiâs letting his rich baritone drawl, perfectly knowing the way that it was enough to make your thighs squeeze together needily. Heâs tapping a soft massage down your curved spine, âLet me thinkâŚyou really think a good- hah- parent should be punctual, darlinâ?â
âMhmââ
âYâknow I always trust your judgementâŚâ
And itâs so cute the way you can only nod and nod, babbling. âY-yes. Please- Ken, need it- want it-â
Well then, if his wife says so. Right?
Youâre barely even given the time to fucking breathe in a steadying gulp of the heady air before whatever remnants of it are being fucked out of your lungs.
OhâŚthis was a change.
Because there was something about the way that Nanami was shoveling all his long, solid inches into you with almost-reckless abandon. Something rough, somethingâŚcarnal.
Like every heaving breath had his poor sanity fraying. Guiding one hand to wrap around his hefting hilt and smear away your adhesive-like folds with the globular mountain of his mushroom tip, the other steadied at the bottom of your back to angle you bent even deeper-
The stretch.
Fuck, the stretch - Nanami was so big. His incredible girth bullying past that taut first ring of muscle and peaking up into those spots without even trying. So fully encompassing each and every hidden nook inside your gooey walls that you always end it wanting more more more-
âMommaâs always gonna ngh- know best, hm?â Nanamiâs hiccuping into your ear, flecks of golden blond sticking to his prespired skin and yours once he kisses away your cockdrunk splatters of dribble. âAwww, n-none of that hngh! drooling now, sâgonna make ya dehydrated nâ thatâs not good for the baby, darlinâ.â
Youâre feeling a softened thumb glide along your lips to tenderly clean off the messy streaks of spittle. âTh-thank you, Ken-â Looking up at him with literal hearts for eyes, â-gonna be the best daddy.â
He was. He was going to make sure of it.
But hearing that from you?
Shit, Nanami has to sneak down a pinch at the side of his muscular leg just to make sure he wasnât dreaming or in heaven right this very moment.
Pulpy surfaces of his toned thighs smushing up against your own, heâs finding himself bending ever-so-slightly a few degrees at the knee to lessen the burden on his poor wifeâs legs. Making your ears ring with the filthy paps of his hip-bones ploughing vigorously into your ass.
Bruising your skin, your cervix, your hips once one of his free hands scurry underneath you to take the pressure off of your ever-weakening hips. Crushing your back tightly against the rippling planes of his sculptured front.
And Nanamiâs cooing gruffs come out scorching against the sensitive side of your ear, âC-canât put too much ah- strain. Sânot good for the b-babyâŚfor my girls.â
Girls - not just one.
Nanami wanted two lilâ daughters that looked exactly like you, and loved you exactly as much as him. A blissful image of his little family drawing itself clearer and clearer with every smack! against the fat of your cervix. Tight. Close.
âGonna take c-care of ya-â Heâs inching his bludgeoning tip to slobber a fat stripe down the door to your womb, accompanied by an innocently tender peck against the side of your forehead. âReeeal good care. A-and thenâŚâ
âAnd then, Ken?â
âThen- mâgonna-â You can only gasp when Nanami cranes his neck over to where your open palms are still positioned on the smooth wall. Glassy eyes ogling the twitch of the veins running down his throat when heâs placing a soft smooch right on your wedding ring, â-mâgonna marry ya all over again.â
Nanami Kento is sure that heâll be renewing your vows every year. Every single week. Every single day - even after your daughters are born - perhaps if only youâd let him. If only youâd keep singing out his name in a sultry whine exactly the way you always do when you cum.
Head tumbling backwards with the sheer power of it, body wracking with boiling peaks of your high. Again and again and again-
âThere we go, there- hngh- ready, my love.â He sounds so proud. So fucked. And you know youâre not imagining it when the rugged callouses of Nanamiâs fingers dart around your throat to drag you into a steaming hot French kiss. One that left his weighty balls squeezing dangerously- âSâabout to getâŚmessy.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Baby SHOWER
âOh shiiiiit, girl.â Getoâs rolling his eyes, softly rounded fingertips rovering down from its second-favorite position around your neck all the way down to his most favorite - smearing open your thoroughly stuffed pussy lips to pinch your puckering clit. Glazing his long five-inch digits with a treacly lamination of your translucent squirts. âDidnât think youâd be so ngh- messy. Sâthis all fâme?â
Yes. yes, yes yes it was.
But you couldnât mangle out the syllables right now - donât think you had it in you to even try. Not with the way that heâs planting three sappy smacks! down your slobbering cunt. Snickering at the throaty little S-Suguruuu letting off from your lips-
âAh ah- needy. Canât even t-talk properly, huh?â And, fuck, was Suguru Geto ever-so-grateful that your copious amounts of orgasms tonight left you already fucked stupid. Because your saturated mind isnât catching onto the way his rumbling baritone wobbles, the way he has to gulp before muttering. âNow, gimme a kiss. Heh, gimme a ngh- kiss nâ I might just cum inside to give you a littleâŚdaughter.â
The only thing youâve wanted for so long now.
But Geto always did find you the cutest when you were teased. When you were split-open on his mean cock and whining for him to fill you up with each deeply vulgar stroke. It made him only want more.
Made his palms stretch your jittery thighs even wider in his filthy little mating press, like a gooey little banquet for him. Pearly canines showing off in such a snarl when youâre lolling your head upwards to press a few drawling smooches against the corner of his pretty lips, âO-oops. I missed, Suguru.â
âTry again.â Well, he has to build up the patience for raising his future daughter somehow, right?
Locking your ankles around that neck of his with only one strong arm, and the other grappling dexterously around your throat to drag you down. Youâre being manhandled - unapologetically.
âBut-â
âAgain.â
âW-wanâ it insideee- wanâ a baby.â youâre squealing when his plummy cockhead spatters a few steaming hot dewdrops of pre against your poor cervix. Rutting out solid pound after pound. Each one making you desperately catch his chin, his jaw, his lips in a few drunken kisses. âPlease, Sugu?â
Damn.
Damn that evil, evil nickname of yours.
And he really canât help but steal a greedy peak down at your drooling cunt, scoffing at the way he feels his parted maw slip through a few rivulets of drool at the fucking sinful sight.
Your gummy pussy being molded wiiiidely open around his rummaging cock. Glossy rings upon rings of your sugary slick and his creamy pre being drenched upon every single inch that was bullied inside. Even more so when those bumpily inflated veins of his graze right against your forbidden sweet spots.
And Geto couldnât stop his light-headed bout of laughter, teasing. âSecond opinion?â
Itâs almost as if every battering ram had your overfilled pussy talking back to him.
âCâmon- speak up.â Heâs hastily swiping away the curtains of his silky black tresses sticking to his clammy forehead, yearning to hear those lecherous noises from below better. Before curling his engulfing palm once more around your delicate throat, âNot you- Oh? Mmmm-â heâs huffing out, ears craning. âIf you say so, girl.â
Not to mention that you hadnât uttered a single word.
But to Geto that didnât matter, to him it was all he could do to nod along sappily as if having the most intriguing of conversations with your bulging cunt.
Nuzzling into the treasure trove of the crook of your neck, heâs gulping in your pheromones. Shuttering out hot puffs of words between every bludgeoning thrust, âArenât I so nice? Listeninâ ta what she says. Yer real lucky sâme fillinâ up this pretty ngh- pussy, gorgeous. Real lucky- becauseâŚâ
âB-because- what?â Youâre hissing, eyes decorating with puddles of oversensitive tears. They trek down your cheeks and make Geto groan once his ravenous tongue laps up every salty ounce.
âBecause when I breed you, mâgonna do it right.â
A promise.
One he was already halfway through fulfilling if the way that Getoâs staggeringly full breeder balls were twitching against your slamming mounds of flesh told you anything. Urged you. Pushed and pulled with every mounted pump-
âG-gonna be all round and full, arentâcha, ngh- my gorgeous baby? Glowing?â And he was ruining the both of you. Brows marrying closer and closer with every cozy sheath, your clingy walls made his thickly swollen shaft just flood your spongy pulpy cervix with wiry ropes of precum. âHeavily pregnant?â
âY-yeees-â Gaze heart-eyed and crossing diagonally together, youâre barely even noticing it when your dear lover rests his damp forehead against yours to pucker his lips and grace your tongue with a heavy wad of saliva. âWant it all, Suguruâ a-all ngh- deep inside.â
âAll?â Heâs echoing, and something in his pupils amethyst pupils darken. Something in his voice hardens. Movements jittery and coated in a shimmer of awe when he strays one of your hands down to soothe over your tummy, âSure ya e-even have the space? Mâright-â Pressing down - hard - on that plump rotund tip of his driveling deeply down inside. â-here, yâknow? Where our h-heh, daughterâs gonna be.â
Oh. Motioning out a lethargic nod, âAll.â
Because Geto only lets his mind shatter for a split-second, his entire muscular body jolting. Fuck. You were going to be the fucking death of him.
Before giggling. Giggling. All drunk on your pussy and you, âTh-then- then, say it with me. Ngh- t-tell me youâre ready for the hah- biiiig stretch, gorgeous.â
âM-Mâready for-â Shit, so embarrassing even despite your barely-lucid state right now. â-the big stretch-â
âUh uh- the biiiig stretch. Say it with me-â
Practically sobbing with need now - and your poor cunt wasnât any different. You swear you could feel a sloshing pool of lewd juices forming right below you. âFuck! Sugu- Suguru, mâready for th-the ngh- biiig stretch.â
âThenâŚâ heâs practically purring with delight. Ah, finally. â-fucking cum fâme, pretty momma.â
And when you do itâs riding upon the waves of his, too.
Seeing white, the peaks of your now-fragile high being ruptured and dragged out with every sticky waterfall of Getoâs aqueous seed.
Treacling into the narrow orifice of your sloppy hole, you could feel every swabbing ribbon slip and slide its way inside. Deeper and deeper every time Geto was fucking each voluminous ounce back in, in, in-
âNow now, what did I s-sayâŚâ Splattering out another sugarcoated douse of streaming spit onto your tongue, Geto is in no way shy about punishing your sopping wet slit with a resounding thwack! Tutting at the buttery white lipstain seeping from the corners of your puffed-up pussy and making such a filthy mess at his thickened base. âLook at all that ah- wasted. Mouthy pussy oâ yours said you could hah- take it all, but sâ like a shower.â
Your lips part when heâs pumping you doubly full with his relentless digits, shovelling back the velveteen slathers of his own seed back in. âSuguruâŚâ
âGuess I jusâ hafta fuck ya full all over again.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Boys boys boys
âC-can you ah- hold my hand for this ngh! first time, baby?â Heâs hiccuping out like a mantra - a prayer - after every sloppy peck of his ruddied tip onto your adhesive-like folds. Chosoâs poor heart barely working up enough courage to dab a slow circle around your quivering entrance.
And he didnât know what to do. What to expect butâŚthe only thing that mattered was that he had you.
âAwww, of course, Choââ It makes him so fucking shy how your warmly cooing tone is all it takes for his achingly hard cock to twitch. Mind shattering into a zillion shards as one hand of yours sweetly laces with his, âNo need to be- ah- nervous.â
It was unfair - it was so fucking unfair.
You were driving Choso wild - absolutely feral with just a singular plap! of your rounded ass ricocheting down to ride your dear boyfriend free of his fucking soul. So tight. AndâŚheavenly.
He didnât read anywhere online that it was supposed to feel this good. Curving your sultry birthing hips in lecherous little circular motions that have his dewey eyes battered in tears-
And that was the fucking problem. Your hips. Your cute cunt. You.
âFuh-fuck. So soft and warmâŚâ Making him curdle out a few whining whimpers from between his plumped lips, puckering into an oh-so-cute pout as Choso bats his long lashes up at you. âDidnât ah- didnât know a p-pussy could feel so ah- good.â
He didnât know what to do but let his slagging maw drool around where he was lathering the fleshy mounds of your tits with his syrupy saliva. Sucking.
Neat brows knitting at the way there was no milk - didnât that manual say humans produced- ah, not yet. Not unlessâŚHe could faintly feel something in the very back of his melty mind sparking. âB-babyâŚâ
âMhm?â And oh, you could get used to that tone. Seeping out into Chosoâs prettily rumbling voice whenever he got just a tinge too pussydrunk. Babbling. âChoâ what h-have I ah! said about talking with your mouth full?â
Fuck- Choso didnât even register what he was doing - register what you were saying. Roughened pads of his tastebuds gleaming down your nipples for a solid few seconds before heâs gurgling out, âI- I wantâŚâ
Youâre humming. God, he was so pretty like this. Handsome features blushing strawberry red at your half-lidded gaze and the way your clingy walls were smooching his bloated, mushroomy tip so tight. You had no mercy. âYeeees?â
âI want a son.â
Oh.
Oh.
And just as soon as that sodden little confession is spilling from his lips - tumbling out like he didnât even mean to formulate the words - Choso sees white. And he feels it, too.
Feels himself lathering your gooey cunt in heaps upon heaps of his torrential cum. Dousing thick, creamy swabs that pinpoint all your most tender orifices for him to dig into. So hot. Heavy. Swashing around in slight treacles at your thoroughly opened insides like a gluey second skin. And the rut of his hips is so animalistic - up, up, up with every ounce of cursed power he has.
Part of him knows heâs fucking pathetic to be cumming so early from just that - even if it was his first time.
But he doesnât give a fuck.
Not when your pretty pussy had him seeing his future with you. Seeing stars - and you right there in the middle, holding onto a giggling bundle with his hair, and your eyes.
Not when his calloused fingers are latching onto your waist like he was planning on never letting go. And Chosoâs jaw simply drops at those velvety ribbons of milky white spattering from your drooly cunt and sliding down the ladder of washboard abs.
You were clenching around him so cozily. So hypnotizingly. Perfect enough thatâŚ
Something snaps.
âOh god-â heâs gasping, eyes wide - wild. Slender digits carving out neat crescents so harshly against your perspiration-simmered skin. Entire body hunching to French kiss the valley between your tits, âOh god oh god ohâŚgodâŚs-sânot enough. Itâs not- I-I donât think it took. Need to- to get you pregnant, baby.â
Sounding so genuinely devastated. Youâre shivering at the warm splat! of his big, pearly tears between your bodies - lower lip wobbling at that heavenly slight right in front of him.
Of course it wasnât enough. And, right now, Choso thinks it never will be.
His pretty lips are just letting out intoxicated nonsense by now. And during times like this, you really forget just how strong your beloved boy is.
HowâŚgreedy he is.
Because those electric aftershocks of his syrupy high had barely even passed. Barely even started to bate before heâs leveraging his superhuman strength to easily flip the two of you over.
Youâre being crushed pliantly and helplessly in half between those drenched navy bedsheets and his flexing muscles.
Choso was just melting into you; saliva-glossed mouth slacking into a condensed kiss against your own, forehead desperate and feverishly hot resting against yours, big, beefy arms caging you in.
You could feel that sappy thwack! of his tight, globular balls smearing against your ass once more. That split, peachy cockhead of his skates right down your headily sweltering walls to gift a puckered snog against your cervix. And another. And one more. And just one more-
âH-heyâŚcome back tâme.â Heâs huffing out in lethargic little pants, palms clasping onto the crown of your head and pushing you down. Down. Down. Filling you up with his girthy cylindrical shaft until you were fucked stupid. Heâs begging, âHear me out- no zoning out, mâkay? Need you ta gâgive me a baby, mâkay, baby?â
And despite the broken pleas that were flooding into his mouth, you couldnât do anything against the way that Chosoâs body was pinning yours down with hungry pound after pound. Fuck- is this what they say? About losing control? AboutâŚbaby fever?
God, the thought is enough for him to curl his hips sleazily backwards until youâre squirming. Letting the fountain of opaquely milky seed gush! down your inner thighs with the wettest of squelches. They ring saturatedly in Chosoâs ears like his favorite song-
Well, it was his favorite song now.
âYour hah- lilâ human womb sâgonna be so full- s-so cute.â Taking his time filling you back inch by inch. Chosoâs button nose crinkles at the sight bouncy recoil against the spongy ends of your pussy. He canât part from you - not even that. Doesnât want to. Leaving kiss after kiss on your jiggling tits, sucking. âNeed these f-filled. Need a son- m-my son. Gonna be the beeeest momma mhm- with the sweetest milk.â
A few sneaky set of his lips droop to your puffed-up nipples and bite almost mindlessly. Lacquering a heavy layer of spittle as Choso sucks like his favorite gummy candy.
And the way you arch your back into a perfectly slutty curvature to glissade your fatigued body against his sculpted front has Choso gaping. Has his eyes spying down at the bloated outline of himself inside you, nuzzling one mountainous palm. âA-andâŚngh- daughter sâgood too actuallyâŚmaybe both. Maybe- maybe I just- jusâ really wan- need you.â
An uncharacteristically smug grin plasters all over his face at the way your mouth pouts, âB-boy or girl, Cho?â
Chosoâs shivering. Aching with that red-hot depravation coiling at the bottom of his stomach to fill you up more and more and more- âFive boys- nâ one ngh- girl- all of âem with your pretty smile. YouâŚyouâre gonna g-give me that, right, maâam?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 1000 Yr. DILF?!
âCumminâ on my cock again? Makinâ such a damn mess.â And anyone would recognize that disapproving tut wafting sternly from between the King of Cursesâ lips, anyone would fall completely to their knees. âThis yer hah- first time beinâ bred or what, girl?â
Except for you.
Youâre not sure you could even if you wanted to.
Because Ryomen Sukuna had you all over him like his absolute favorite doll - your boneless limbs hanging on for dear life in this rude standing nelson heâd manhandled you into. His favorite.
One out of four of his massive palms splay out greedily onto the crown of your head, teasingly indenting the sharp corners of his black fingernails into your scalp. Dragging you to bear your droopy eyes into that cracked floor-length mirror at the very ends of his royal chamber.
âOh riiight-â Heâs rolling his eyes, hips bucking up to overstuff you full of his bloated shafts. And through the ever-so-slightly cracked lids of your own, you can spy his sleazing grin. â-it is.â
âK-Kuna Kunaaa-â Your mouth just canât stop squealing it out like your own personal mantra, limp legs dangling in midair with every sloppy slap! of his dual lengths. Youâve never felt soâŚblissfully helpless. âI-inside. I need you inside-â
âMâalready inside, woman.â Fuck- you were so cute when you got all stupidly cockdrunk like this. But itâs not like Sukuna was going to admit that, instead covering up for the roughened hitch of his breath with a snicker. Second free hand gifting a punishing swat! onto your clit. One. Two. Three. âOnly thing thaâs not inside ya yet is my heir. Yet. Seriously- that fuckinâ ngh- greedy for me t-ta fill ya up till yer overspillinâ or what?â
And you can only nod. Nod and nod and nod while buttery scoops of his glossy pre sprayed all over your g-spot, your cervix, everywhere and anywhere.
Sukuna was leaving no crevice and sweet-spot unturned, the matchingly staggering sizes snugly barreling inside you until you were spellbound. And it really didnât make him soothe his pace to be even just a bit more merciful the way those near-thirteen inches made your tummy swell.
Bloated up with such mouth-watering abandon. Just like it would if you wereâŚ
â...pregnant.â Oh, that word is leaving Sukuna with more of a whine than he intended. Hips snagging upwards to peak the lightning bolts of his thumping veins salaciously down the side of your g-spot. âA c-cute lilâ cunt like this is how yer gonna end up ngh- pregnant.â
Listen, heâs not one to get all stupidly sentimental.
But your heavenly pussy was just plaguing him with rosy visions of you and a lilâ gremlin to call your own. With pink hair and that stupid, stupid smug grin that was stolen undeniably from his genes. Dammit.
Who said you could make him feel allâŚmushy. He should have you charged with treason for this.
And, well, of course this was Ryomen Sukunaâs favorite position.
Of course, heâs taking that absolutely blasphemous advantage to let the second oversized tongue split apart his abs slosh outwards.
Slithering muscle careening its snailing pathway down your teary pussylips, lapping up ounces upon ounces of syrupy slick. Before twirling around and around that plump button of your clit. And it was soâŚfilthy, it made you squirm.
âS-sâdirtyâŚâ Youâre throwing your head back into the cushiony valley of his toned pecs in a frenzy, electric bolts of pleasure sprinting down your spine with every wet thwack! emanating from down below. Though, you werenât complaining. You really, really werenât complaining. âKunaâŚâ
And- fuck. You shouldâve known.
Shouldâve realized that letting your mouth smear dangerously open to echo out your whines would result in the devilish curse spitting a wet splatter right at the corner of your pouty lips.
And Ryomen Sukuna had perfect aim - he had the perfect ability to make this ordeal as neat as possible.
But where was the fun in that?
You were just so adorable with your saliva-slicked lips wobbling open, jolting at the terrorizing scrape of his overgrown nails smearing away the pools of delirious dribble. Gently.
âDirty? Hah! Whaâs real hngh- dirty sâthis pretty pussy in ovulation. Look.â Heâs grunting out, and before you know it youâre being nudged even closer towards that ancient mirror. Fully drinking in the way that Sukuna was filling you up, the way that you were taking him. Chest heaving you up and down as he swallows in a deep inhale, âCan fuckinâ smell it on you- heh, my favorite time of the month. Has you begginâ fâme to fuck you full with my seed? To give you an heir, huh?â
You were.
Throat scratching out the tiniest of pleas that you donât even register slipping through your lips - but Sukuna could. He yearns for them.
Feels them stir up the heated depths of his rounded breeder balls when they stick against your ass after every tireless pap! Your hands crane around to claw useless into those bulging deltoids of his-
âOi, whereâd ya think yer scratchinâ? Trynna run?â Preposterous. As if you could ever run away from him - from the bruising smooches that Sukuna was leaving down every elastic inch inside your goopy depths. Sopping. Sodden French kisses. âOrâŚâ Tongue gliding down his bared canines, other tongue leaving a sappy plap! of a touch onto your peaked clit. â...or is it that momma here is gonna heh- cum?â
âC-cum-â Fighting to strangle out - as if you needed to, in the first place. You didnât, but you were just so endearing like this. â-gonna cum- ngh- gonna- gonna-â
âA-after that, ya better fuckinâ make me a daddy.â
And if this was any other time then Sukuna would have mocked your pitchy whines. Lilted his growling baritone to taunt you as you fell apart.
But he couldnât - because he wasnât doing any better.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, so fucking embarrassing how the clingy embrace of your sopping walls clamping around his bloated lengths was enough to make him cum. Him. The all-powerful King of Curses at your utter mercy.
Those split, bawling divots of his splurging out seedy strings of pearly white, decorating your sloshing insides until it felt too heavy. Too tight.
Voluminous masses of his cum settling deep at the goopy depths of your pussy - and Sukuna always had so much to give. A smirk plastering all over his face once the sensitive undersides of his cocks brush up against one another.
Twitching to pry your gluey walls wide open enough to let a few thickly viscous dollops of seed frost your puffed-up pussy lips. Lips that his second mouth canât help but kiss to clean up-
âTchâŚsuch a damn mess.â Youâre hearing ring inside our cottony brain from somewhere above, still short-circuiting blissfully. âBut yer my mess, huh, Queen of Curses?â
⥠INO TAKUMA - âW-woahâŚâ
Ino canât stop himself - he canât fucking shut up.
Pathetically drawling words tumbling out with every slight translucent sliver of fucking drool. With every pussydrunkenly content sigh that escapes him once heâs sinking back and forth past your tender entrance. âAtttta girl, th-this is the lifeâŚâ
And, in fact, Ino can see his life with you when youâre on all fours and milking him so prettily like this. Especially when youâre like this.
He can see just how much prettier youâd look round and glowing and round- Filled to the brim with all of him until you pop out a cute lilâ boy with his eyes and your smileâŚor two boysâŚor three.
Ino canât help but flex his wracking body forwards until youâre being absolutely crushed with the weight of all his slender muscles. Every plunging bump of his ruddy pink cockhead swirling into your most precious treasure trove of sweet spots. And the way your dewy eyes veer crossed with every one of his bludgeoning rams is so cute-
âP-prettyâŚâ And he doesnât mean it just as that cute lilâ nickname for you. Plumply puckered lips punching sweet little pecks down the pearlescent beads of perspiration at your forehead, âWh-what do you think about taking ngh- us to the h-heh..next step.â
And, fuck- that shouldâve been an inside thought.
That was supposed to have been something he kept to the confines of his sugarcoated brain.
But when youâre flashing a simpering curl of your lips like that, then he canât stop himself from letting his angry cock twitch. Bursting with spattering showers of his scorching pre that make an easy trailway for Inoâs bulging shaft to slip and slide easily deeper. âN-next step?â
âMhmââ Fuck it. He spits onto the curvaceous pads of his fingertips, gliding to nuzzle your swollen clit. Tugging on the hood of that sensitive nub in a way that makes you see stars. âThe next step.â
âEngagement?â
âNuh uh-â
âMarriage?â
âNo, silly girl.â Letting off a few sickly sweet swats at your buzzing clit, heâs snickering at the way that makes your spine arch. Lips sleazing up a few kisses right down the middle, âMâtalkinâ kids. Mâsayinâ I wanna breed ya- knock ya up f-fuck I need to-â
And youâre so addicted to just how needy he is.
A bout of light-headed giggles making its way from between your slackened lips, that sound enough to make him huff out a pout and shovel a few solid inches even meaner. Youâre mumbling out, âTh-that pussydrunk, Takuâ?â
âSh-shut up.â Heâs grumbling, dousing his dextrous digits with a few candied slathers - for only a split-second before stuffing them into the slobbering orifice of your mouth. Making you taste yourself. Taste him. âShut up when Iâve- ngh! g-got my cock kissinâ yer pretty cervix, sweetness.â
And it was true.
As if to make sure you donât underestimate how serious he is - how ready he was right now - Inoâs trekking up one of his feet to plant right on the top of your head.
Pressurizing with that strengthened weight to shovel your face deeper and deeper into the pillowcase. Completely soaked with waterfalling layers of your saliva, only growing more drenched with every battered ram of his pulpy peach crownhead into that g-spot.
âNgh- Taku-â Your fingers grapple hastily towards the creakily singing mahogany headboard, clenching. Moaning wantonly, âTaku- babyâ fuck! Jusâ like that.â
âI know I know.â And he honestly doesnât know how he finds it in himself to fucking roll his half-lidded eyes, all pretty white teeth bared in such a snarl. âWanna milk me, huh? Take me fuckinâ cock nâ f-fuuuck gimme a ngh- son or twoâŚâ Mumbling, â...or three.â
Three.
Three.
Fuck.
Itâs just about all you can do to weakly buck your hips in an attempt - an attempt - to meet his sloppy cadence. Nudging your hips up in sultry little gyrations that Ino is sure hypnotizes him.
And you canât even blame him because youâre much the same-
âWanâ it-â youâre muffling out into the silken fabrics, that awestruck expression on Inoâs face so cute that youâre gifting him with a long few sucks on his greedy tongue. Tasting him like your very favorite lolly, âO-one or two- ah! Want you to f-fill me up-â And heâs so tender interlacing his fingers with your own, letting you guide them up to your still-empty tummy and press. â-right here.â
You didnât have to tell Ino Takuma twice.
âShit- shit.â Heâs gruffing out, mere moments before you feel his sharpened canines dig into the delicate crook of your neck. Hard enough to break skin-
Nothing more until heâs letting his sobbing divot burst out in stealthy ribbons upon ribbons of cum - already. Drawing out his initials into your rubbery cervix as much as he can over and over.
Ragged moans tearing into whines at just how blissful it felt, how embarrassing it was that heâs reaching his high just from a few of your words.
âMâsorry I-I-â Ino nuzzles the neat circle of his teethmarks, smearing the roughened pads of his tastebuds along those oversensitive indentations. That slight tinge of pleasurable pain making your gripping walls squeeze, and Ino hisses. â-actually- fuck! Mânot sorry ngh- not sorry ta breed this ngh tiiiight cunt.â
Youâre humming once one set of fingers loop your neck to drag you into every shuddering grind. Pumping your tight channel fuller and fuller with creamy swashes of cum, âG-gettinâ really cocky, arenâtcha, baby?â
âOnly for you.â He tuts, âGotta h-hope our ah- two sons donât get my personality, huh?â
âThree, remember?â
Oh.
Oh?
âCan youâŚâ Inoâs whispering, throat ragged and raw. Gazing droopily gluing together with tears and utter heart-eyes when heâs babbling onwards, â...can you marry me, pretty?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - SIX EYES
âSweetheartâŚsweetheart-â Gojoâs voice comes out in more of a rasping growl than anything else, and itâs just as fitting that heâs latching his pearly whites onto your throat to help drag you down, down, down. âDammitâŚyouâve gotta s-stop movinâ around so much nâ just ngh- Take it take it take it take- it-â
Take it you were - for the past few hours now, in fact.
And the electricity was already out in every ward of Tokyo, your bed was already splintered and useless.
But Gojoâs heavy cock was still sputtering out rummaging swab after swab into you right then and there on your bedroom floor. Leaving creamy remnants of cum glissading down your insides everywhere. Anywhere.
Fuck - he came again.
Gojo can barely blink his eyes open to admire the traces of gooey white that made their home inside your sweltering hot pussy. Good, heâs stuffing back that soppy puddles forming at the ends of your puckered crease, very good.
âW-was told mâChristmas gift would be ngh- you all round nâ pregnant-â heâs whining in a sickly syrupy tone against your ear. And youâre catching the way that Gojoâs gummy pink lips curl into a pout, âSo weâve gotta start early.â
Shit- you didnât know what to expect telling Gojo that you wereâŚready.
But it certainly wasnât for the famed strongest to lose his goddamn mind, for him to lock one beefy bicep around the small of your middle and drag you like some glorified ragdoll to meet his determined mating press.
âT-talk tâme pretty mommaââ Heâs plastering his body all over yours, greedily sucking up every ounce of space you own. It was his space now. Just like this was his pretty pussy that he was breeding.
âSatoruââ Your fatigued fingers cradle the side of his handsome face, motioning to scrape across Gojoâs cloudy tufts of white in a way that makes him purr. That makes his overworked cockhead douse your heated cunt with copiously thick dredges of pre. Perhaps even tiny wisping ribbons of cum. Just from that. âH-how are you stillâŚâ
Honestly, you didnât even have to ask.
Because even through your bleary heart-eyes, youâre catching the way that his narrowed eyes bolt with miniscule flickers of bright blue lightning. Zapping with cursed energy as they droop drunkenly half-lidded, âH-hehâŚperks of beinâ ngh- fucked by the honored one, girlie.â
But the one ruined here was him.
Every warm lacquer of his own treacly seed swirling and sloshing against his shaft with every jittery rut. The weepy swipe of his peach-pink tip has Gojoâs fuzzy mind blanking. Feverish ounces of blood making his bludgeoning cock swell fatter and fatter-
âSh-shitâŚâ Gojoâs maw spills open, watery eyes of sapphire sprinting all the way to the very back of his lid. Only to be greeted with visions of stars and you, you you - all round andâŚpregnant. Fuck, he needed this bad. âDammit dammit- dammit! Think mâgonna cumââ
Youâre nodding, âCum fâme, Toruâ D-donât miss.â
As if he would ever miss.
âDamn- how filthy.â Heâs grinning, âCould cum from j-just that, yâknow?â
But if you noticed the urging tease in his words then you donât snap back - you canât. Making the towering man himself let out a low whistle, âOh? No mockinâ? Shiiit- that fucked dumb, huh?â
And you really shouldnât be surprised when the stilted atoms in the air seem to freeze around you two. Everything tight and stuffy with the use of cursed energy as Gojoâs activating his six eyes, glowing eyes eagerly feeding down upon- oh.
You canât help but let out little whimpers at the bzzzzzâ! of jujutsu when heâs skimming a few six-inch fingers down your tummy. Down, down, down like he could see through-
âHmmm, right on time-â Gojoâs chuckling - and thereâs something else thatâs utterly dark tinting his sing-song voice. SomethingâŚdangerous. This really was the strongest. â-yer ovulatinâ right now heh- this oneâs gonna be th-the ngh! one.â
âWh-what?â
âMy daughter and my son- duh, my silly girl.â
Fuck, what?
Only being able to gape at the lustrous sheen of drool flooding from between his grinning lips. Snowy brows raising the longer Gojoâs gaze locked right where your womb was. He was so fucking eager.
Barely even realizing what heâs doing - whether heâs even using his powers - when resting your boneless legs on top of two strong forearms. You could feel the flex of his muscles underneath your flesh as Gojo unabashedly and unapologetically cracks your legs even further open.
His own personal buffet.
Vicious thrusts ruining the syrupy harmony inside, âNot gonna miss- never g-gonna miss fâitâs ta ngh- make my cute lilâ twins, mâkay, my girl?â Patting at your inflationary cylindrical outline, âGotta s-safe space riiiight here s-so just-âAnd you keen when a fat fingerpad lathered in vibrating jujutsu thumbs over your clit. â-cum.â
And you were more than happy to.
To let that tautly pulled string of yours burst to fall right over the edge. Youâre cumming with Gojoâs mouth on yours and his swollen tip French kissing your bruised and battered g-spot. Marking out permanent indentations of his girthy circumference.
âThereeee we go-â Heâs giggling - giggling. Limitless long since flickered off to let your nails drag their red, red patterns down his Herculean back muscles. âMhm- Toruâs here. Thaâs right, h-hngh! hold on wh-when ah, fuck- Toru here fills ya upâŚâ
And it was much more than just filling you up.
Because itâs like Gojo was trying to flood your poor insides, his cock hitting in a sappy thwack! against the rubbery end of your cervix to glaze out thick wiry bursts of cum. Again. And again. And again and again and again- because he couldnât stop. Didnât want to.
âTake it- oh, take it.â Heâs breathing out, heaving right into your open mouth. Perhaps if you were in any better state of mind youâd have noticed the way the furniture jitters, moves. Reeling into the magnetic field that was Gojo Satoru and his six eyes bumping into overdrive. âCan see it- hehhhhâ My good fuckinâ girl milkinâ every inch of me. Just look at h-how you have the ngh- strongest. On his fucking kneesâŚâ
But Gojo didnât mind - not one bit as his creamy dabs slipped and slided to stain your pussylips a glossy white. Pretty pinkish balls squeezing out a weighty few wads of sap before heâs whimpering. Yes, whimpering, âNgh- I c-can tell the ah- first sâgonna be a girlâŚmy cute daughter- gonna be as ah- pretty as her momma. And my son- heh, total mommaâs boy.â
Just babbling right now - begging and begging for you to take even more with his hips fucking you powerfully full.
âSweetheartâŚâ Gojoâs eventually piping up over those ringing squelches, oversensitive eyes fluttered firmly shut.
âHm?â
âYer gonna be such a fuckinâ MILF.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Pony.
âRide it, angel-â Higuruma knows he should let his poor girl take it easy, he knows he should wipe that filthily sleazy grin off of his face when your hips stutter even harder down all of his mean inches. â-I said ride it- ride me. P-put those hips to work now like a good girl fâme.â
And you were.
You couldnât stop - not when your babyfever was at an all time high.
Barely even letting your poor husband walk two steps past the front door from work, barely even letting him take off his sexy office suit before burying his swollen cockhead deep past your sappy folds. Needing him.
You were leaving needy smooch after smooch of your glossy folds on the neatly trimmed happy trail down his washboard abs for what seemed like hours now.
But it still wasnât enough. Still. Your mouth aching for the same kiss-
Youâre wrapping your fingers around the silken fabric of his tie to haul him even closer. âWanâ a k-kiss, Hiromiââ His pretty first name dripping from your tongue like a prayer, and the way that only makes him gulp has your velvety orifice spraying out a sodden rivulet of treacly slick.
âA kiss?â Higurumaâs batting his dark lashes teasingly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a simpering smile that only you had the privilege of ever seeing. Your glissading body gets easily pulled into his with a hefty arm wrapping around your waist, head tilting upwards. Close. âReally think ya deserve a hah- kiss, my slutty girl?â
âY-yesââ Your hips are swerving in languid gyrations to swallow everything that Higuruma has to offer. To let your depraved walls cling onto the heated girth of him tight enough that itâs almost as if you were trying to permanently imprint every one of his bloated ridges, every vein, every thwack! against your plush walls. âW-wonât you give the ah- mother of your kids a k-kiss, Hiro?â
Oh.
OhâŚ
Higurumaâs dewy eyes are snapping open, jaw loosening with raw shock and somethingâŚcarnal. You really were made for him - you clever, clever woman.
âSoâŚâ Heâs quirking up a stern dark brow, and suddenly youâre reminded why so many find your attractive husband so intimidating. âA kiss, huh?â
Clasping one of your wrists to place a long peck against the back of your hand - itâs so gentlemanly. So tender. âHow about this for a hah- kiss? OrâŚâ The complete opposite of the way that Higurumaâs hips were bucking uncontrollably up, up, up - breaking through your steady tempo to plant a thorough clash of his mushroomed tip against your cervix. Sneaking in a loooong drag right down the middle to make sure that youâll feel him puckering up there for days. Weeks. â-how about this?â
Fuck.
He was so mean.
Cackling out at your huffing and puffing, âS-so rude- Ngh- I take it back, donât want ya to b-breed-â
âAwww, donâ say that my pretty lilâ wife-â The mahogany bedframe sings out protesting creaks when he plants his feet onto the cushiony mattress, driving his scouring crownhead into you lazily. Mazing through those gluey walls of yours to wrench out tiny squeals as he easily takes over. âDonâtcha know how hck! badly I wanâ my own lilâ family. A lilâ daughter.â One hand tugging on the tie that was still dangling haphazardly from his neck, âYou jusâ hafta- hah- sit there all p-pretty and take it. Let me fuck ya full, thaâs allâŚâ
Thatâs all but it felt like anything but.
Because Higuruma was no stranger to letting his speed pick up as dirtily as he wished, pounding into the tight crevices of your gummy hole until you felt like you were molding to his exact circumference.
âH-hate how you always know what to- ah!â He doesnât even let you finish your half-heated sentence, letting your hands rest precariously on the broad deltoids of his shoulders. Because you felt so weak.
âMhmmâ love you, too, angel.â
He knew exactly how to ruin you.
Tweaking a few fingers over to rub that silvery sheen of your sweet, sweet juices taking over the sensitive nub of your clit. Flicking at where you were the most tender with one index, he mutters, âHeh- cute.â Before tap! tap! tapping your gorgeous tummy - oh, how he loved every part of you. Every part of here that heâd make sure grows fullâŚglowing with his kid. âSâbout time I ngh- filled ya riiiight here. Must be feelinâ awful empty, huh?â
Glazed eyes of yours latching onto his, âYes- fuck- f-feels so lonely without ya.â Shit, those babbles were affecting Higuruma more than heâd like to admit. More than he wanted but- really, he couldnât complain. He was addicted. âWant you to c-cum in me. Okay, Hiromi?â
Higuruma can only titter, âYes, maâam.â
And when he does - when he finally, finally does with a few vicious strokes plummeting against your most mushy spots - itâs so much that whatever shredded rationality left in you seriously wonders about your little request.
âG-gonna gimme a ngh- daughter, right?â Feeling the hot trickle of Higurumaâs cum showering your inner thighs, buttery globs of pearlescent white drooling from your pussy lips. âLemme p-play hah- barbies with her. Lemme teach her to have one h-hell of a smart mouth like her parents.â Talking up to him in saturated squelches with every drilling plap! up into your overspilling pussy. âTeach her ta be as sweet as her momma.â
He was daydreaming. Eyes slipping dangerously closed with each stubborn dab of seed pushed into your womb.
And youâre running your fingers through his now-disheveled slick-back, âS-sounds amazing, babyââ
âYeah? This ânough?â Heâs groaning against your jaw, your throat. Needy and clingy - just the way that he canât help getting at the honeyed slosh of his seed inside you. âTake it- take it, okay? Shiiit ya got even tighter- Sâallll yours ta milk andâŚandâŚâ
âAnd- ah! what, baby?â
Peck after peck until, finally, against your lips, you hear- âAnd, if ya take it all like a good girl nâ Iâll let ya hngh! ride my nose next, angel.â
A/N. Hope yâall have a lovely week!!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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â YOU'RE RIGHT, BABY | đ.đđ
âš PAIRING: soft!dom fiancĂŠ bangchan x f. reader
âš SYNOPSIS: Chan gets a little upset upon realizing that you werenât wearing your engagement ring, but you make it up to him by letting him fuck you in his studio after a long day of workâŚ
âš WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, teasing, dry humping and heavy petting, mentions of food, breeding kink + cream pie (chanâs a possessive freak and in love with the idea of getting you preggers lol), dirty talk, light breath play (f. receiving), pet names (good girl, baby), thatâs about it
âš WORD COUNT: 1.8k â DAY 2
BEING THE AMAZING partner you are, you decided to stop by the studio where your fiancĂŠ was working and bring him some dinner, and by dinner, I mean a box full of his favorite takeout foods:
Grilled beef, steamed rice, broccoli teriyaki, and a chicken egg rollâŚ
He was working a few hours overtime that day, and aside from the fact that you wanted him to have something good to eat after expending such efforts, you really just missed his presenceâŚ
You missed looking at his gorgeous face and hearing his adorable voice while he did absolutely nothing but vibe with you⌠you missed having his hands on you and your hands on him as you both got lost in the lusts of your own heartsâ
âChris,â your voice came out gently as you stood behind him, caressing over his tense shoulders while he remained seated in his desk chair, âjust rest your little head, baby⌠you worry too muchâŚâ
âI do⌠youâre rightâŚâ he sighs deeply while leaning his head back against the headrest to look at you, the smell of takeout distant in the room.
His eyes are clearly tired as you know heâs been overworked lately, but you hold yourself from bringing it up to him, placing a gentle kiss to the center of his forehead instead.
âThanks for stopping by, though, princess,â he went on, and you already feel like heâs trying to push you away, despite how you literally just got here, âI have to get back to work now, thoughââ
âYouâre always getting back to work, ChannieâŚâ you chuckle slightly, and his eyes flutter shut as your thumbs come across a particularly tight muscle in his left shoulderâŚ
Digging in, you massage the knot gently, but the pressure you apply doesnât feel so soothing at firstâ
âOuch, that hurts!â Chan exclaims with a wince, and you simply smooth over his skin with your touch, massaging a different area instead as you decided to give that spot time to heal on its own.
âLook⌠your bodyâs aching as if youâve been working in a field all day⌠thatâs why Iâm here to make you feel better,â you return, and his body is clearly starting to relax the more and more your fingers smooth along the base of his neck and back down his shoulders again, soft hums coming from his throat at the sensation.
âBut you donât have to, loveâŚâ he says, voice a little weak as the warmth of your touch reeled him into relaxation, âjust having you around is making me feel better alreadyâŚâ
âAww,â you pout facetiously, even though he canât see it from where heâs sitting, âYou missed me, Channie?⌠Your very own nagging fiancĂŠ?âŚâ
âNooo,â he corrects, turning in his chair now to get a proper look at you, âI missed my beautiful wife to be, and my adoring partner in crimeâŚâ
Reaching out a hand, the veins in his arm appear highlighted under the dim studio lighting as he guides your face into his before giving you a kiss that you both smile into⌠weakly though, considering how itâs literally 4 in the morning...
Breaking from the contact, you tug at his wrist slightly, not letting go until he finally gets up from the chair, letting you lead him to sit on the couch.
The look on his face now very clearly lets you know whatâs on his mind, but you simply decide to sit on his lap in a straddle position, wanting him to make the first move from hereâŚ
And he did.
âCan I?â He asks while lifting his hands from the couch cushion, hovering them over your hips and being careful not to touch until you allowed him to.
âOf course, silly,â you chuckle, making him blush slightly at your brief fit of laughter.
âItâs not like anyoneâs here to tease us for it,â you went on, thinking back to the countless times that your fiancĂŠâs friends (specifically Minho and Han) would outwardly gag whenever you two publicly display affectionâ
âYouâre right, baby⌠no oneâs around to bother us,â Chris breathes in agreement, finally letting his eager hands rest at your hips before adding a bit of pressure as he caressed up your waist and along your thighs, âThe two of us could practically get away with doing anything we want for the next few hours in hereâŚâ
You didn't even have to ask to know what he was specifically implying, but you decide to play dumb anyway, just because you absolutely loved hearing his strong Aussie accent come out whenever he was sexually worked up with youâŚ
âTakeoutâs still waiting to be opened, Chris,â you whisper, letting your nails gently drag against his scalp as he melts into your touch, his silky curls looping around your fingers, âwe shouldnât keep it out for too long or else it might spoilâŚâ
âWell Iâm not in the mood to eat anymore,â he whispers back in a raspy voice, and you let your weight sink further into his lap, your bottom resting right above the spot his true hunger was pulling him most.
âUse your words, baby⌠tell me what you want,â You press, leaving a kiss along his clenched jawline⌠and another one on his pretty thick lips⌠and a third one against his Adamâs Apple that makes him groan out loudâŚ
Or maybe his groan had more to do with the way you were also rocking your hips against his clothed hard on, making his hands slightly grip at the fabric of your jeans for any sort of leverage.
âWhy⌠of all the bottoms that you own, did you close to wear tight, denim jeans at a time like this?â He asks with frustration, making you giggle a bit at the way his chest rises and falls every time you circle in his lap, the rough material tantalizing himâŚ
âDonât you think they make my ass look good, though?â You tease with a pout, watching as he smirks at your question, only to hiss at your movements again.
âThey make your ass look great, babe⌠but they also make it impossible for me to touch you properlyâŚâ
He was doing it again, you thought to yourself⌠That thing where he gets you to do what he wants without specifically asking.
Yes, Chris was a typically a pretty confident guy, but sometimes, you had a way of bringing out his shy, reluctant side when it came to sexual things, but you still found it cute nonetheless.
âFine, then⌠since youâre too shy to ask for it properly, Iâll just do it myself,â you say in a bratty tone while getting up from his lap, and he visibly scoffs at the way you stood before him now, fingers meddling with the buckle of your jeans until he stopped you.
âCâmere,â he huffs, pulling you close to him by the belt loop of your jeans until you fall into the couch beside him with a gentle plop.
His smirks again once he finally unzips the rough fabric just enough to see a leak of whatâs beneath, and the expression is so wide that his dimples come throughâŚ
At first, youâre not sure why heâs a grinning mess, but you understand once his fingers run over the lace of your black panties, the same pair that he brought you a while back on one of his tours cross-country.
âIâll take a wild guess and say you wore these for me, huh?â He asks with a husk to his tone now that youâre bumping your knee against his clothed hard-on, and his hips subconsciously chase the friction.
âMhm,â you hum softly, lifting up on your elbows now to look at him better, âI just didnât expect you to take so long to get âem off meâŚâ
âHow cute,â he returns, and your eyes follow the veins trailing his forearm, his flexed fingers hooking at either side of your hips before tugging your jeans the rest of the way down and past your ankles with your panties, tucking them under the couch cushion for his private use laterâŚ
âCute?â You repeat with a raised brow, spreading your legs before him as you both watched each others cores intently, practically itching within yourself for him to finally untie his sweatpants.
âYup. Love it when you get in your little attitudes,â he says plainly, but his smile is half-hearted now as he leans over you, bracing himself with his hands before kissing your forehead.
You try to follow where his eyes are looking, but his bangs are in the way, and you canât help but ask him what the matter isâŚ
However, he doesnât answer immediately, simply taking your hands in his and placing a kiss to l the closed knuckles of your left hand, right before pinning your wrist at either side of your head on the couch.
And thatâs when it hits you⌠the reason behind his sudden change in aura:
You forgot to put your engagement ring onâŚ
You had only taken it off for a second before coming to meet him in the studio because some oil from the takeout bag had spilled on your hands⌠while washing up in the bathroom, you had put the ring in your purse and simply forgot to put it back onâŚ
Though, you knew at this point itâd be worthless trying to get that story through Chanâs thick skull, as he had already made up in his mind that you were playing games with himâŚ
âWhereâs your ring, baby?â Your fiancĂŠ asks while shimmying down his boxers and trousers with one hand, and you near choke on air at the sight of his glossy and girthy tip springing out before you, red and angry with need.
âI-itâs in my purse,â you stammer, almost feeling guilty now that you had even forgot to put it back on in the first place, âI can go and get itââ
âNo need,â he interrupts you, lining himself up with your entrance as the depth of his voice equally catches you off guard, âjust make sure you put it back on after this, yea?â
You winced at the sudden stretch of his cock filling you up just right, and your hips are already trembling at the delicious fullness.
âChannie⌠it slipped my mind, baby⌠please,â you say, and youâre not quite sure what it is that youâre begging for, but you always had a habit of going dumb around his cock, even if itâs just resting inside you.
âI gave you a simple order, love⌠now, do you understand me, yes or no?â He asks more sternly this time, thrusting into you with a sharp hit of his hips, and you internally cringe at yourself for hiccuping at the force.
âY-yes, I understand,â is all you manage to say as he continues slamming his hips into you at a painfully slow pace, looking you dead in the eye as you crumble beneath his intense gaze.
âSay it again,â he orders, and you listen, gripping at his biceps and biting your lip as an attempt to keep your moans in, but the little whimpers and whines end up spilling out anyway.
You can feel Chan's cock twitch inside you every time you say yes for him, especially with the way your walls are throbbing around his length as he groans the words âgood girlâ in the midst of it all.
âSo so good for me,â he continues, grinding his hips in a way that makes his pelvis graze your clit rythmically, and youâre sure youâre seeing stars once his hand finds your neck, just resting it there to get your attention.
âGood enough to let me cum in you, huh?â He questions, but itâs more so of a suggestion than anything, and you oblige to it, nodding your head in desperation as your hips start to follow the movements of his.
âYes, baby⌠w-want you to fill me up so bad,â you whimper, and he lets a groan out right after you⌠one that makes your stomach flutter with emotions given how beautiful it sounded.
âGonna put a baby in your pretty little stomach,â he huffs in between fucking you open with all his strength, âand at that point, who cares if you donât have your ring on? Everyone will know who you belong to once your tummyâs all swollen because of me⌠tell me who this pussy belongs toâŚâ
âY-you, Channie,â you blabber out pathetically, your own mouth filling with saliva at how amazing heâs making you feel right now.
âLouderâŚâ
âItâs all- fuckkk⌠yours, b-baby,â you cry out, and itâs a weak cry at that given the way his hand is tightening around your throat, but you donât mind⌠not one bit when it feels THIS. Fucking. GoodâŚ
He finally lets his lips find yours in a needy kiss, and a string of spit keeps yâall together as he break away to let out a moan of his own, but youâre pulling him back into you, wanting him to be as close as possible to you in this moment.
The couch starts to creak to the rhythm of his movements, and you couldnât be more thankful for the large cushions it was made with, otherwise youâre certain the both of you wouldâve been on the floor at this point.
âFeels so fucking good inside you, baby⌠sooo fucking good,â he grunts, and you know heâs almost close just from the way his eyebrows are screwing into adorable little crinkles, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier by the second.
âF-fuck~â you mewl against his lips, feeling the knot in your own stomach tighten as his cock hit mesmerizing places inside you.
He keeps his hand snug around your neck while looking into your eyes, and his hips canât bare to piston into your cunt any longer once your walls clench around him, making him feel dizzy in the head.
âCum in me,â you plead with a soft voice while, lips puffy from how hard youâd been biting them, and Chan finally lets himself go, barely getting any extra thrusts in before painting your walls with his hot release, groaning shamelessly like a porn star.
âOh my God,â he grunts with a strained voice, using his last bit of strength to prevent himself from collapsing on top of you given how spent he is now.
âWait, Channie,â you say, thighs still trembling a bit as he pulled out of you, a bit too early though for you to remind him that his cum would only spill outâ
âShit,â he swears under his breath upon realizing, rushing to catch the fluid spilling from your cunt now with his fingers, trying not to get it on the couch, but to no avail.
He instead lets his fingers push the cum back into you, holding his wrist there until heâs able to reach for a napkin off of his desk to help clean you up.
âStop that, baby,â he says with a mischievous smile, but only because your walls were sucking his digits in, preventing him from taking them out to clean them off, âgive me some time to recharge and then we can go again, okay?âŚâ
All you can bring yourself to do is hum at his words, and he in turn offers you another gentle smile.
Applying light pressure to your lower stomach, he finally gets your walls to release his fingers from the confines of your sloppy hole, wiping the residue off with the napkin.
âDidnât expect you to cum this much,â you say in a sleepy tone while reaching for your jeans to slide them back on.
âMe neither,â he chuckles, readjusting his pants before getting up to toss the soiled napkin in the bin nearby, âbut uh... just know that if in three weeks, we find out that our first future child was conceived on this couch, never tell this story to anyoneâŚâ
ââąâŽ Huge thanks to everyone who made it to the end of this fic, concluding DAY 2 of my Kinktober Event !! This was also my first time publishing any written work for Stray Kids (my ult group XD) so feel free to tell me how I did in the comments !! Finally, if you're interested in reading more works like this, check out my main enhypen masterlist or my kinktober masterlist here by clicking one of these links !!
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â HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU
-----------HEADCANONS-----------
HAWKS
âOh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.â
âYou're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.â
âI know Iâm a mess-⌠what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?â
âLay back and let me do all the work. Iâve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.â
âHey, donât shy away from me. Câmere-â
âYouâre so fuckinâ soft. ShiiitâŚâ
âHeyâno teasing the feathers.â
âI n-need to-... I just-âŚ-Iâm going to start moving now.â
âArms around my neck and legs around my hipsâ ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I donât want you falling on me, at least, not literally.â
âWhat a good mate, you respond to me so well."
âIâm so fuckinâ deep, my pretty girl-â
âFuckâI canât... Iâm not gonna last-â
âDonât be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.â
âGod Iâve wanted this for so long. Iâm going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after Iâve knocked you up.â
âWe're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.â
âTell me you love me-⌠tell me again.â
âI do get ahead of myself often, but I canât help it. I just know we belong together-â
âWhat do you say we try for a baby this time?â
"Youâd be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...â
âTouch yourself, câmon. Let me see how you play the right notes.â
âYou're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.â
âLet me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.â
âNo oneâs gonna hear if I put my hand here⌠no biting, hun.â
âIâll make it quick, darling... justâlet me⌠let me go again.â
âNeed a hand or a finger?â
âJust wait, baby... Fuuuuckâgive me a damn minute.â
âKeep your eyes on me.â
âArch your back, there you go, such a good girl.â
âFuck, even after cumming you arenât ready to accommodate my size. Donât worry, baby,â he kisses your creased forehead, ââthen just the tip this time.â
âShit, I canât help itââ you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. âI just like you so damn much!â He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.
âJust bear with me, I swear Iâll eat you for hours afterâŚ. Please, pretty, pleaseeeeeâŚâ He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.
âNo matter how much you didnât want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ainât I, beautiful?â
âCâmon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter⌠my cockâs rubbing those hard-to-reach placesâŚ. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.â
âIâm painfully close-âŚ. Fuck, I donât want to cum yetâŚâ
âIs this your sweet spot Iâm bullying?â
âEach thrust is inching you closer⌠should I slow down or go faster?â
âDeeper? Okey-⌠just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.â
âGive me one more. please, just one more baby.â
âTry to keep your eyes open, I know itâs hardâŚb-but try for me beautiful.â
âGo ahead and sleep, honey, Iâm not going anywhere.â
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DABI
âWhatâd I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?â
âIâve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?â
âOpen your legs, not gonna say it again.â
âDoesnât hurt, its already scarred skin.â
âIf I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get itâ Iâve already told ya, it doesnât hurt anymore-â
âBury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.â
âStop pushing me away. Youâre gonna take it all, donât make me shove it down your throat.â
âYou love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.â
âNuh-uh, you havenât cum yet.â
âI said ass up.â
âYou want it so bad? beg.â
âTake them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Donât try me.â
âHarder,â he mutters, not a minute after you started. âHarder,â he demands again.
âCould you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.â
âCan barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.â
âFuck,â he bit out. âYes, fuckâŚ. Just like that.â
âCome on pretty girl. Ride me till youâre numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.â
âMove my hands again and see what happens-â
âFuckââ
âSorry, baby-⌠I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.â
âSit on it.â
âWorried it wonât fit? We always make it work just fineââ
âI donât have condoms, theyâre annoying.â He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.
âDonât moveâJust gimme a minute⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âYou fuckinâ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spotâ âŚâ He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.
âDid you do that on purpose, princess? âcause now we are doing it every time.â
âFuck that. Donât know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.â
âStop it, no more whiningâIâll do my best to beâŚ. gentler.â
âReally? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.â
âRidiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.â
âFuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.â
âShould I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.â
âUnless you were playing with yourself before I got here, Iâm guessing this is because of my pretty face?â
âOver my knee, now.â
âSure, I love yaâ but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckinâ spread them for me.â
âWant me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-â
âOneâs never enough, I know my princessâs pussy and its begging for another.â
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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)
âDo you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?â
âYou can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).â
âIâve waited so long for this...â
âThatâs it... slow and easyââ
âHow much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?â
âYou ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? âdonât shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.â
âTake it off before I tear it off.â
âBaby... please...I hate to beg-â
âMake me wait much longer and Iâll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.â
âWhat a naughty little girl I have just to myself.â
âUgh, so hot and wet.â
âI said I wanted to eat your pussy, didnât I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.â
âIâd hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.â
âItâs so warm...â
âWho do you belong to?â
âWhose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.â
âGod, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like itâs hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?â
âAs you wish, princess.â
âYou gonna cum?â
âGo on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddyâs cock.â
âFucking take it... take every drop...â
âNice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...â
âI said spread those fuckinâ folds.â
âSo wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. Itâs like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.â
âArenât you a sight. All blissed out when we arenât even done.â
âThatâs right, darlinâ. You didnât think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?â
âOh, did you think we were finished?â
âDid I stutter or somethinâ?â
âAlright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just donât come crying to me if you canât move after Iâm done with you.â
âDonât moveâJust a sec⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âNo, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.â
âShit, darling, donât-â
âGod, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...â
âYou feel so wonderful, I might go crazyâ"
âMore... please, more...â
âFuck, Iâm stretching you so good.â
âGod, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I canât stand it.â
âI wonât let anyone hurt you ever again. Youâre my precious BABY, now and forever."
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SHIGARAKI
âIt isnât even a âmightâ. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.â
âKeep looking into my eyes, donât you fuckinâ look awayâŚâ
âDonât you worry your pretty little head,â He coos in a demeaning tone. âIâll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.â
âI can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.â
âI can do whatever I want to you, Iâm player one!â
âI know, Iâm keeping track of my digits, donât worry your pretty head.â
âYou are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.â
âI canât- Iâm dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Donât move, I donât want to hurt you, sweetheart.â
âMy pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabricâs straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammitâ Shigarakiâs practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. âCan we go now? Like right NOW?!â
âMY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.â
âYou want him dead. You got it.â Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. ââOf course, I will. You are my everything.â
âIt hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.â
âFuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuckâŚ!â
âPlease fuck me.â
âH-hey, I know a fun game we can play together⌠Itâs called âhow many times can I make you cum all over my cock?ââ
âOne point, five points, ten pointsâCumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?â
âNow... care if I use my mouth on you?â
âJust be good for me, and Iâll take very, very good care of you.â
"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"
âJust looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.â
"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cockângh!â
"S-Shit,"
"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."
"What? Fainting on me already?"
"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."
âJust fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!â
âHave it your way then.â
"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! Iâm gonna dieâ"
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"
âYou look so pretty choking on my cock.â
âWhere do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy⌠take your pick-â
"Are you close, sweetie?"
âMy feisty little girl. Arenât you just adorable?â
"Good girl. Give me a minute and Iâll clean up that mess you made."
âCum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that youâre mine.â
âI just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didnât want to... you know, waste the moment.â
âDonât you worry, my love. Iâll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.â
âYou donât have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.â
âGo on, get on your knees.â
âNgh, thatâs it, keep going...â
âYou look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.â
âI want you all to myself.â
âH-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKINâ MINE!!â
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âfriend or foeâ
soft!frontman (hwang in-ho) x you
when frontman joined the games, he thought it was solely to see gihun fail, but his intentions shifted when a certain player number 455 caught his attentionâŚ
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part one
after the first round of voting, half of the room was left speechless, how could majority have voted to stay? the games were inhumane and above the top, was the money worth it anymore?
you headed up back to your bed where you could see everything clearer. the âoâs cheering loudly while the âxâs stood still as the air hung heavily upon them. then, you saw the player that had caused the majority to overule the âxâs⌠player 001.
he was a tall middle aged man with astonishing features. his hair somehow still styled neatly on his head, leaving only a few strands out of place. his lips curled into a small smirk as he walked past the crowd and seemingly back towards the bunk beds.
you must have been staring for too long because 001 suddenly halted, causing you to lean further down to see what had caused him to stop in his tracks. suddenly, his head snapped up, looking right up at you with that same expression on his face.
âshitâ you cursed as you threw yourself back onto the bed, back hitting the cold mattress within seconds.
suddenly, a face appeared at the side of your bed, causing you to let out a scream as your hands flew to your mouth, shufflig towards the other end of the bed.
âhi there.â
there he stood, right there at the other end of your bed. player 001âs brown eyes looked so innocently into your own, he now had a bigger, more geniune smile on his face as he waited for a reply.
âyou scared me.â you breathed out, still not moving from the edge.
âiâm sorry i didnât mean to. i noticed you were alone earlier, i hope you donât mind if i join you since weâre both by ourselves in here.â 001 said with a calm and gentle voice.
âuh.. yeah-â
âi apologise if iâm being too pushy, i just thought a young, pretty girl like you being here alone could be risky. i wanted to make sure that you were alright.â he interrupted. âmy name is young-il.â
he stretched out his hand towards you, waiting for your hand in to shake his.
âiâm y/n, nice to meet you.â you replied, still skeptical, but nevertheless you showed your appreciation with a handshake.
oh, right then and there. with your hand in his, the frontman in disguise was heating up. he craved so much more then merely your hand in his. he wanted to touch every part of you, leaving nothing that he had not savoured.
he was brought back into reality when you pulled your hand back, staring at him, waiting for the charismatic man to say yet another inviting sentence to draw you in more.
âiâm afraid i didnât notice you during the first game.â young-il said.
you shifted on the bed, moving towards the headrest as you beckoned him to the empty space in front of you which he gladly complied.
âduring red light, green light?â you asked and he nodded. âi was at the front, guess i didnât want to take the risk of lagging behind.â
âyou must have completed the game pretty fast then.â he stated.
âi had a few minutes left, i spent it trying to help those who were falling behind.â you shrugged.
there it was. that kindess, that compassion. it was exactly what he was looking for. right now he was the big bad wolf licking his lips as he sat watching his prey.
âyou have a kind heart, y/n. how did a girl like you end up in this place?â
âjust mixed around with the wrong people i guess, i plan to start a new when i get out of here.â you said, full of hope, making him grin.
the two of you spent the night talking, getting closer with every hour that passed. the more young-il talked to you, the more he felt the need to dive deeper, there was so much he wanted, no, needed to know about you. all he needed was time to earn your trust and he would have everything in his control. when you had fallen asleep, young-il checked the surroundings, ensuring that everyone was fast asleep before he walked up towards the masked guards.
âmake sure every single one of you nutjobs get this message. whatever you do, do not hurt player 455. if i find a single scratch on her, i will kill you all myself. is that clear?â young-il whispered but was still somehow stern enough for the guards to be taken aback with fear.
things were starting to change with the frontmanâs plan, but he could adapt to change right?
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part two
the next day you were awoken by the cheerful song being played on the speakers.
âgood sleep? you dosed off halfway during our talk last night.â young-il, chuckled, sitting on the edge of your bed, extending his hand out for you to take.
âwere you here all night? my god, you shouldâve went back to your bed! you didnât sleep?!â you scolded as you took his hand.
he let out a laugh and helped you onto your feet.
âitâs no worries, y/n, i wasnât tired.â
âso you watched me like a creep while i slept?â
âi- y-yeah, no! i mean n-no-â
âiâm kidding.â you cut the poor man off, âthank you.â
âyeah, of course.â he replied. âcâmon, letâs see what game weâre playing today.â
âladies and gentleman, please follow in an orderly fashion to your next game.â
as you and young-il followed the crowd into the colorful, long, windy staircase.
âwhat if the next game is difficult, young-il?â you asked, following behind as he kept you close even when walking.
âhey, itâs okay, nothing will happen to us. iâll make sure of it.â he smiled, pausing in his steps momentarily for you to walk beside him.
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part three
when you entered the room, you realised it was much smaller than the room for âred light, green lightâ. this one however, had two large rainbow circles on the floor and 5 tables spaced equally around.
âthis game will be played in groups of 5, the game will commence in 10 minutes.â
your eyes shot to young-il. before you could say anything, 3 men came up to you and young-il. âhey man, would you want to join our group?â
3 men stood behind young-il, player 390, player 388 and player 456.
âwhy not? me and y/n can-â
âoh⌠we were looking for a team of men.. iâm sorry but your friend canât join us.â player 390 interrupted.
âno.â young-il said sternly. he wasted no time arguing and instead took your hand and walked away.
after searching for other groups that would take you both in, you realised it was useless. no one really wanted a girl in their group and you couldnât blame them. you stopped and sighed, causing young-il to turn around.
âyoung-il, itâs useless. you should join them. iâll find others, we donât have time.â you sighed, beckoning him to leave before time ran out for the both of you.
âno. i canât garuntee your safety that way.â
âyou donât have to. itâll be fine iâll see you when the game is over.â
âcâmon, y/n i-â
âmiss?â a voice said from behind you. âwe need one more person for our team, would you want to join us?â
it was a sweet old lady, behind her stood 2 girls, player 120 and player 095.
âmom did you find someone?â a man jogged towards the old woman. âoh great, okay just in time.â
âcome dear, who says women canât win this stupid game.â she grumbled, taking your hand and leading you towards her group.
âiâll be fine.â you smiled, leaving young-il standing alone with worry in his eyes. with much hesistation, young-il let you go, joining the team of men without you.
âyou, hey! come join us! letâs win this!â player 456 cheered, inviting young-il back into the group.
âtime is up, please sit down in your groups⌠this is a six legged race where you will have to complete 5 mini games individually while being chained to each other. the games played will be ddakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top and jegi. please order yourself in which you will be playing the games in.â
a sense of unease set in in young-il. he searched the room to find you. even if he was worried, he couldnât show it on the outside, it would be too risky for you and for him. he remained calm as he scanned the room for you, eyes eventually landing on your face from across the room.
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part four
âweâre lucky we have many girls in this team! which games are you familiar with?â the old lady asked, looking at you.
âoh iâm not really sure, why donât you guys pick first?â you replied embarrassed, an awkward smile plastered on your face.
as the others discussed which game they were going to play you looked around, searching for young-il once more. when you finally spotted him at the far end, you gave him a small smile and a wave, seeing how he was already looking at you.
âso iâll play ddakji, your son will play flying stone, maâam youâll play gongi, ms 455 will play spinning top and ms 120 you will play jengi. is that alright?â player 095 said, looking around for approval from the group.
when the game started, your team was the first. you took your place on the rainbow with your team, all equally as nervous as you were.
âhey weâre gonna be okay, weâll win easily.â you said offering a smile to the team.
âyes! we can do it ladies! oh and you too son.â the old lady said.
a gunshot fired in the air, indicating the start of the game.
âhana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!â every grunted in synchronicity, moving rather quickly to the first station.
the other players were up on their feet, following around the circle as they cheered.
1. ddakji
player 095 closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
piak!
the sound of the paper slapping on the ground echoed through the room, she opened her eyes and looked down. it flipped.
âfirst try! letâs go!â player 120 cheered.
âpassâ
âhana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!â
2. flying stone
âson, just imagine. that rock is the face of the dealer that screwed you over.â the old lady said to her son making the rest of you snicker.
âyou son of a bitch! give me my money back!â the man yelled as he threw the rock. without even trying, he managed to hit the other rock down.
âpassâ
âholy shit! you did it!â you exclaimed. âletâs go! quick!â you exclaimed practically jumping in place.
hana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!
3. gonggi
âcome, come! sit down everyone, i need to concentrate.â the old lady said.
she picked up the first few pieces with ease, but couldnât catch the last one causing her to start over.
that must have struck a nerve because every try after that was not a sucess.
âmom. you said you played gonggi with bullets in the korean war, you can do it.â her son said. âpicture it as dadâs face-â
âyou imbecile!â she yelled as she picked all the pieces up again, putting them down and picking them up once more with ease.
âpassâ
4. spinning top
young-il cheered like the rest, maybe even more. he was holding his breath with every step you took. even as the frontman, he wasnât sure why he was anxious for a player like you to win. it was very unlike him but he had to admit it felt good.
he watched as you coiled the rope around the spinning top. he could see your hands shaking as everyoneâs eyes burned holes into you.
with two minutes left on the clock you trusted your instincts and drew your hand back, carefully flicking your wrist. the spinning top flew through the air, with a soft bang it landed on the ground, spinning perfectly.
âpassâ
âshe did it!â young-il shouted, causing a roar of cheers to erupt as your team moved towards the last and final game.
hana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!
5. jegi
âcan everyone look away? i just need some concentration.â player 120 asked. everyone including your team turned to look away, even with the time left, you were shaking with fear. one wrong move and you could leave this game as easy as you came in.
everyone remained quiet as you listened for the sound of the shoe and jegi coming into contact.
âone.â
âtwo.â
âthree.â
âfour.â
âfive.â
âoh! we did it! that was five!â the old woman shouted.
you looked up seeing the guard makinga circle up with his arms.
âpassâ
âletâs go! letâs go!â
with that, your team was let go. relief overwhelmed you as you passed the finish line. as the guards unchained your legs, you turned to the crowd finding young-il easily.
you offered him a smile and a little wave, making him do the same.
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part five
when it was young-ilâs turn his team took place at the start of the line.
âwell, itâs a little sad that we donât have an audience.â player 390 sighed.
âno, itâs good. we donât have distractions.â player 388 replied.
throughout the game, there was one thing on young-ilâs mind, getting back to you. he couldnât wait for another of your late night conversations. the stupid smile you had when he cracked a horrible joke.
he knew that the game was designed so that there couldnât be many mistakes made each round. when he joined it was merely for the thrill of it, also the fact that he wanted to see player 456 suffer. but now he knew he had to play the games thoroughly and right, he knew he had to do this to keep his promise to endure your safety.
ââąâŽâąâ ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ ââąâŽâąâ
part six
you waited anxiously on your bed as more groups came in, but not young-il. it was nerve wrecking, with every group that came in, somehow the number of player became lesser. it was made clear that not everyone was made to pass.
a few minutes later, the metal door swung open again.
the final group walked in, player 456, player 388, player 390, another player you hadnât seen before player 222 and young-il.
young-il didnât waste any time, he jogged back to your bed, seeing your smile widen as he came close. before he had the chance to say anything, you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your hands around his neck tightly as he bent down onto your bed.
âoh my god, you did it! i was so scared, i-i was so worried-â
âhey, itâs okay. itâs okay, i was worried sick too.â he chuckled, taking a seat beside you on the bed.
âi thought the team didnât want a girl? how did she manage to get in?â you asked, pointing to player 222 who was now with the rest, talking and laughing.
âshe was heavily pregnant. we didnât have a choice, iâm so sorry they didnât take you in.â he apologised as you shook your head.
âitâs okay, i understand. donât worry. iâm just glad you made it.â you said, leaning so close that you could feel his bodyheat.
âyou know⌠when i was playing the spinningtop, i couldnât for the life of me figure out how you did it in one try!â
âof course, an old man like you comparing yourself to me?â you gasped sarcastically, making him laugh.
âyea right, come on says the one whoâs almost lying on me.â
you jerked back, you hadnât even noticed.
âiâm so sorry, are you uncomfortable? i can mov-â
âhey, iâm playing around. come back, you can do whatever you want. iâm just a makeshift pillow for you.â
you sneered and laid your head on his shoulder, legs tangled together on the bed as you could feel the rhythm of his breathing match yours.
âthank you, young-il.â you whispered, your hand finding his, squeezing it to show your appreciation.
young-il looked down to your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a gentle peck. âanytime, y/n.â
whethere he liked it or not, the game had hit a big obstacle. as the frontman he needed to balance between running the games and keeping it safe for you, and preventing player 456 from infiltrating.
even so, he knew the dangers of the next game. âmingleâ was one set out to kill, his plans were all falling apart. frontman realised that keeping you came with a cost, and it was one he was willing to pay.
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back in action
synopsis: being the wife of bakugou katsuki comes with multiple benefits, one of which is a front-row seat to his scrumptious back.
pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
⚠࣪ Ë notes: i know at least 2/3 of you have seen that figurine
you swear thereâs no better sight in this world than katsuki bakugouâs back.
not the view from your honeymoon suite in santorini, not the sparkling ocean from your vacation in okinawaâhell, not even the perfect strawberry shortcake you baked last weekend.
no, none of that compares to the sheer beauty that is your husbandâs ridiculously broad, wonderfully sculpted, unfairly muscular back.
the way his muscles shift under his skin when he moves? art.
the ripple of strength as he stretches? divine.
the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his shoulders after an intense workout? a masterpiece.
and, as if the gods of attractiveness hadnât blessed him enough, the scars that mark his skin only add to his allure.
each one tells a story of battles fought and won, of heroism that the world praises but he humbly shrugs off. to you, those scars arenât just symbols of strengthâtheyâre proof of his resilience, his dedication, his heart.
so, yes. you are absolutely obsessed with your husbandâs back, and no, you donât care how shameless that makes you.
âkatsuki,â you call from the couch, chin propped up on your hands as you shamelessly watch him rummage through the fridge.
heâs in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, the waistband hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his shirt? nowhere to be found.
a completely intentional choice on his part, because he knows exactly how weak you are for him like this. âdid anyone ever tell you that youâve got the best back in the entire universe?â
he pauses, a carton of orange juice in one hand and an eyebrow raised in your direction. âyou tell me that every damn day.â
âwell, I mean it every damn day.â
he rolls his eyes but doesnât bother hiding the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âyouâre such a weirdo.â
âdamn right,â you shoot back, grinning when he snorts. âcome here. let me look at it properly.â
âwhat, my back?â his expression is one part exasperation, two parts amusement as he shuts the fridge and leans against the counter, arms crossed. âthe hell do you need to âlookâ at it for?â
âbecause itâs a work of art, obviously,â you say, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âand I havenât had my daily dose of admiring you yet.â
he groans, dragging a hand down his face like youâre the most exhausting person on the planet, but he still walks over to you without another word. you can tell heâs secretly enjoying this, though.
âalright, idiot. knock yourself out.â he turns around, presenting you with the full, glorious view of his back.
your eyes immediately light up. âoh my god, itâs perfect.â
âitâs a back,â he deadpans.
âno, no, no. itâs the back,â you insist, reaching out to lightly trace your fingers along the curve of his shoulder blades.
he tenses slightly under your touchâhis body always reacts before his mind can catch upâbut quickly relaxes as you continue your impromptu âadmiration session.â
âyouâve got no idea how unfair this is,â you mumble, running your hands down the defined lines of his lats. âhow am I supposed to focus on anything when you look like this?â
âyouâre ridiculous.â heâs shaking his head, but you can hear the way his voice softens, the way the edges of his usual gruffness smooth out when he talks to you like this.
itâs a few days later, and you're lounging on the couch, flicking through your phone when you hear him coming from the hallway, the sound of his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
katuskiâs been in the gym for a couple of hours, and you can already hear the deep exhale he lets out as he moves closer, his breath still heavy from the workout.
"guess who's back," you say, looking up just in time to see him walking into the living room, wearing only a towel around his waist, his body glistening with sweat from his workout.
he pauses for a moment when he sees your faceâwide-eyed and full of admiration, already zeroing in on that perfect, chiseled back. his muscles tense as he moves, and you feel your heart skip a beat.
"really?" he says, voice dripping with disbelief. "you still on about this?"
âcanât help it,â you say, setting your phone aside and leaning back against the cushions, fully prepared to watch him, unashamed. "Iâm just amazed that someone like you exists in the world."
katuski rolls his eyes, but there's a soft chuckle that escapes him, betraying his indifference. "yeah, well, quit starin'."
"I canât help it," you reply, your voice a playful purr as you look him up and down. "I mean, who else looks this good after a workout?"
he tilts his head to the side, his signature scowl starting to form, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âquit actinâ like Iâm some kinda showpiece, alright?â he grumbles, though you can hear the lighthearted edge to his voice.
you laugh, clearly enjoying yourself too much. "sorry, canât help it.â
later that week, you and katuski are out on patrol, both suited up in your respective hero uniforms.
it's business as usualârescuing civilians, stopping some petty criminals, and making sure the city is safe.
the sunâs setting, painting the skyline in beautiful oranges and purples, but you're still laser-focused on one thing: his back.
it's a total accidentâreally, it isâbut when you're standing next to him after youâve just subdued a villain, you can't help but sneak a glance at the broad expanse of his back.
you feel that familiar pull to reach out, to trace the powerful lines of his shoulder blades again.
âdonât even think about it,â he warns, his voice low and gruff as he catches the glint of mischief in your eyes.
you smile innocently, taking a step closer. "what? I was just going toâ"
"not here. weâre in the damn public," katuski growls, his sharp gaze snapping to yours as his fingers tighten around his gauntlet. "you really think Iâm gonna let you paw at me in front of everyone?"
you laugh, unbothered by his obvious annoyance. "Iâm not pawing at you, Iâm admiring you. there's a difference, katsuki."
his jaw tightens as he glares at you, his usual frown deepening. "thatâs the same damn thing."
you canât help but grin, even though heâs clearly not having it.
but, deep down, you know that katuski secretly loves it. sure, heâs tough and grumpy in front of the public, but you both know how soft he gets when you're alone, how he indulges you without hesitation.
so, you take one last daring step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush along the fabric of his uniform.
heâs about to bark at you to stop, but you just flash him a quick, mischievous grin, and thatâs all it takes for him to roll his eyes, muttering under his breath, "unbelievable."
and katsuki was right in his reprimand cause you were breaking the headlines the very next day.
for all the wrong reasons.
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ďš đ : shotaro ďš .á
your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up â ready to be used by you whenever you need him. âagain baby?â he smiled as you climbed into his lap. âso-sorry taro , but i need you.â the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. âfuck , donât worry baby , take what you want love.â lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. âfuck baby you feel good?â he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. âso sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?â you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didnât stop you. âtaro , need you.â he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. âfuck taro im gonna cum.â itâs not about if he cums when youâre ovulating itâs about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then heâs down forsure.
âthatâs it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.â
ďš đ : eunseok ďš .á
the only time heâll let you do what you want â but that doesnât mean he still doesnât have control of the situation. âslow down now.â he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. âfuck , I said slow down.â he slapped your ass. âseok please.â you whined , holding his shoulders. âlisten here.â he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. âjust because youâre ovulating doesnât mean you can act like a disobedient slut.â he let your face go. âo-okay.â you moaned , he tapped your ass. âgood , now keep going.â you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. âyeah fuck just like that.â
âthatâs it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and iâll let you cum as much as you want.â
ďš đ : sungchan ďš .á
he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when youâre ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesnât matter ) it last for hours and almost every day ⌠heâs in heaven. âoh fuck youâre killing me baby.â he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. âfu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.â your sweet cunt clenching around him. âwe-we can stop.â he slapped your ass making you yelp. âdid I ask you to fucking stop?â so you didnât you actually sped up. âyes fuuuuck.â his hand coming back down to your ass again. âthatâs it.â
âkeep going , use my fucking cock.â
ďš đ : wonbin ďš .á
now this little fucker is a tease, he knows youâre hornier than normal because youâre ovulating, but he just canât help but tease you. âno donât move yet.â you whimpered out. âstop it.â he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. âi need to fuck you.â you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. âneed to fuck me?â he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. âso slutty baby.â he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. âusing my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.â you moaned. âis that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?â you nodded , âyes , please fuck!â he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.
âthen speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.â
ďš đ : seunghan ďš .á
wants to treat you like a princess when youâre ovulating; but knows you like to take control when youâre ovulating so he lets you â at least thatâs what you think. âbaby slow down.â he said softly, holding your waist. âi'm not going anywhere princess.â you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. âjust want to fuck you.â he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. âyou feel good, baby.â he said , heâd hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. âfuck hannie im gonna cum.â he let you cum , but you kept going. âfu-fuck baby.â he groaned. âhannie im gonna cum again.â you were insatiable but he knew youâd calm down eventually. âgo a head princess.â
âcum all you want.â
ďš đ : sohee ďš .á
sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. âlay down.â you told him, and he obey â because why wouldnât he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. âso pretty baby.â he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. âoh fuck use me baby.â you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didnât seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. âoh fuck baby.â he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. âfuck.â
âjust keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.â
ďš đ : anton ďš .á
gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. âo-oh fuck.â he moaned. âfuck baby this feels so good.â your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. heâs a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. âwait baby fuck.â he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty â and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you werenât letting up. âfuck baby i donât think i can cum again.â you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. âpl-please one more , just one more.â you moaned. âfuck im gonna cum.â he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.
âfuck baby keep going if you want.â
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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 6 (part two)
(Rafe Cameron x Reader series, 4.1k words)
series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.
tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder
series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues
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additional chapter cw! suggestive moments, mature readers only please!
You and Carter didnât fight, it just didnât happen.
Like any sisters, you got on each otherâs nerves, you disagreed on things, you borrowed each otherâs clothes without asking - but you didnât fight.
Growing up, your parents fought all the time. You and Carter would sit in her bedroom and listen to music, talking and laughing and pretending not to hear. Ever since then, you had a silent agreement; you didnât fight and you never raised your voices at each other.
The problem with this system was that you were never quite sure when she was upset with you. Your stomach churned the whole rest of your shower, as she stood uncharacteristically quiet at the bathroom sink and did her makeup.
Maybe she hadnât heard you, or maybe she had just hated your words so much that she couldnât even respond to them. You knew she wouldnât like it when you admitted that youâd be with Rafe if he asked you, but pretending it had never been said seemed particularly childish.
A little while later, you sat on a stool in front of the bathroom mirror as she did your hair and makeup. You found your eyes continually drifting up to her, searching for any sign of anger. When a full half-an-hour passed and she still hadnât responded to your comments about Rafe, you broke down and asked, âare you mad at me?â
âFor what?â She scrunched her eyebrows.
âFor what I said in the shower,â you wrung your hands in your lap, not sure you wanted the answer.
âBitch, you know I have the short term memory of an ant, youâre gonna have to give me more to work with.â
You laughed at her bluntness, the lightheartedness of her words relaxing you enough to face your fear.
âWhat I said about Rafe,â you said. âThat Iâd be with him if he asked me to.â
She paused her work on your hair, setting the brush down and meeting your eyes in the mirror.
âWhen did you say that?â She twisted her lips.
âWhen you came back in, while I was in the shower.â
She shook her head, âmustâve been talking to someone else because Iâve definitely never heard you say that. I feel like I wouldâve remembered something so insane.â
You looked down at your hands in your lap, playing the whole thing back in your mind. You had definitely heard someone come in, the door squeaking at their arrival. That means someone else in the house was walking around with your deepest secret. And now Carter knew it too.
âOh,â you said. âNever mind then.â
âYeah right, you really think Iâm just gonna move on from that?â Carter put her hands on her hips.
âWe could just pretend I never said anything,â you shrugged.
âYes you know me,â Carter rolled her eyes, âIâm famous for letting things go and being super chill when I hear someone say something batshit crazy.â
You sighed, âokay fine, but what you didnât hear was me following the statement up by saying I know I shouldnât be with him âcause Iâd probably hate myself the whole time.â
Carter started working on your hair again, her contorted face betraying her attempt to act casual.
âPlease just say whatever youâre thinking,â you urged her.
âI donât want to tell you what to do,â she replied.
You snorted, âsince when?â
âI just, like, ugh,â she dropped her head back in frustration. âWhy him? Like Iâve never understood. What is it about him?â
âI donât know,â you said honestly. âIâve never really known. Heâs justâŚâ
âArrogant, selfish, a bullyâŚâ she finished your sentence for you.
âStop,â you laughed, shaking your head.
âJust be careful, okay?â She placed her hands on your shoulders, meeting your eye in the mirror. âI donât want to see you get hurt again.â
âI know,â you nodded. âI will be.â
âIf Rafe Cameron has zero haters then I am dead,â she concluded.
âI know that too,â you smiled.
Carter leaned past you to collect a couple bobby pins from the bathroom sink, her shirt slipping slightly off her shoulder and revealing a patch of deep purple marks.
âOh my god,â you squealed. âAre those hickies?!â
She dragged her shirt back over her shoulder defensively.
âNo! I fell!â
âUh-huh, right onto Topperâs mouth apparently!â You poked her side, teasing her.
âShut up,â she smiled and you cackled.
After that, the Rafe conversation was dropped as you pressed Carter for more details on her hook up with Topper. She tried to play cool, but you could tell there was something more going on under the surface that she didnât want to say. You decided to be patient, if she was going to finally come to terms with her feelings for him, she was going to do it all on her own.
When she was finally done with your hair and makeup, you inspected yourself in the mirror.
âBaddie,â she winked at you.
You blushed, âalright letâs go, the boys are probably waiting.â
Carter stood back and crossed her arms, giving you an incredulous look.
âWhat?â You questioned.
âYouâre not wearing that.â
You looked down at your outfit, a crop top, black jeans, and boots. You thought it was a perfectly acceptable clubbing outfit, but Carter clearly disagreed.
âWhy not?â
âWeâre going out to, like, clubs. In downtown Miami. You gotta stunt on âem a little bit,â she argued.
âI am! Look how tight these jeans are,â you did a spin to display your point.
âGood thing I brought the perfect dress in your size for just such an occasion,â she ignored you.
âOh okay so this was a premeditated makeover?â You smiled.
She ran down the hall to her room and returned with a lacy, red minidress. Knowing youâd lose any argument you posed, you changed into it reluctantly. The corset top hugged your waist, pushing your chest up. Your shoulders slumped instinctually, like you could hide away in yourself. Youâd come a long way on your self-love journey, but your self-doubt still crept in from time to time.
As per usual, Carter sensed it right away.
âShoulders back, head up,â Carter reminded you. âLet âem know.â
You took a deep breath, nodding in the mirror, choosing to leave your insecurities behind. Youâd borrow her faith in you for just one night.
As Carter, Maddie and Sabrina did their final touch ups and compared outfits, you pulled on your heels and headed downstairs. The other girls didnât seem concerned with punctuality, but you were sure Topper was probably freaking out about how long they were taking.
It wasnât Topper you found in the kitchen, though.
Rafe stood at the sink with his back to you, his black button up pulled taught over his defined back muscles as he stared off into space and the cup in his hand overflowed.
You smiled, holding your shoulders back as Carter had taught you, bracing for him to see you in this dress.
âThirsty?â
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
He felt his resolve break with the rest of his brain, dizzy and drowning in the sight of you. He had the ridiculous urge to shield his eyes, like he was hiding them from the sun, your beauty too overwhelming to gaze directly at.
He set the glass down on the counter, drying his hands with a nearby towel, never once breaking eye contact with you.
Licking his lips quickly, he shamelessly let his eyes drag over your bare legs and up your body, knowing full well you could see him take in every inch of you. He didnât care, he needed you to understand what you were doing to him.
When his eyes finally landed on yours, he clenched his jaw tight, nostrils flaring with his rising pulse. He tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, telling you silently: youâre killing me.
âYou like it?â You whispered, running your hands over the lacy fabric.
Rafe opened his mouth to answer, planning something along the lines of âdo I like it? Are you fucking kidding me?â but before he could, the rest of the girls came clamorring down the stairs behind you, stealing the moment.
At the sound of clicking heels and giggles, the rest of the boys came filing into the room.
Rafe gave you one more longing look before handing Kelce the glass of water. Kelce tried to protest, but Rafe shoved it in his hands anyway.
âWeâre not leaving âtil you drink it,â Rafe scolded him.
âTaking over Topperâs mom duties?â Maddie laughed at the exchange.
âNo, Rafeâs much more dad vibes,â Carter countered.
âYes and mom and dad will be pissed if our Ubers leave, so letâs go children,â Topper herded the group toward the front door.
Rafe took the now empty glass from Kelce and left it in the sink, and you lingered back for a second, pretending to fix your shoe so youâd both end up at the back of the pack. He watched as you bent down and fiddled with the slingback, hovering close when you stood.
âNice dress,â he mumbled down to you.
âYou think so?â You twisted your lips to keep from beaming at him, trying to maintain some semblance of nonchalance.
âThereâs not much of it,â he teased, scratching the back of his head as he looked down over the lacy fabric. âBut yeah, itâs nice.â
âYou gonna give me the âyouâre not leaving the house in that, young ladyâ treatment?â You pressed him. âYou really are like the dad.â
âWhy? Would you change if I told you to?â He asked skeptically.
âNot a fucking chance,â you scoffed, swinging your hips as you spun and made for the front door.
He was really planning on staying away from you? What a fucking joke. He followed you out of the house like you had him on a leash. He was in for a long night.
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
It took all of five minutes for Carter to grab Topperâs hand and pull him to the corner of the club, and it took even less time for their close talking to become a full on makeout.
You smirked at them as you ordered another drink, knowing youâd need something to help you get through this evening if Carter wasnât going to be by your side. You could feel Tomâs eyes on you as he approached from the other side of the bar.
The whole Uber here, Tom had been eyeing you in the rear view mirror from the front seat. The only stare that made you more uncomfortable was Sabrinaâs. It couldnât be more clear that sheâd grown attached to him on their jet ski ride, laughing loud at his unfunny jokes and hovering in his vicinity all night. You had unwittingly fallen into a love triangle you wanted nothing to do with.
You could feel his attempt to hit on you before he even spoke.
âPut her drink on my tab,â Tom told the bartender.
âOh, you donât need to do that,â you said, not wanting to give him any openings.
âNot a problem,â he said. âI know Iâve been kind of a jerk today, the least I can do is buy you a drink to say sorry.â
The bartender handed you the glass, and you immediately took a sip, fiddling with the straw uncomfortably.
âSorry for what?â You feigned ignorance.
âLast night, I didnât mean to make you feel weird,â he said, stepping closer to you. He clearly couldnât see the irony that he was apologizing for making you feel weird while actively making you feel weird. âI just think youâre really cool and I wanted to get to know you better.â
He was crowding your space now, the scent of his heavy cologne choking your senses. Just a few days ago, you found the same smell enticing, but now, there was only one person you wanted standing this close.
Your eyes flicked over Tomâs shoulder, scanning the crowd for him. You found him leaning against the wall, Kelce talking to him emphatically about something you couldnât hear. You didnât have to get his attention, his eyes were already on you. Tight lipped smile, you flicked your eyes between him and Tom, trying to communicate your need for his assistance.
Rafe didnât need anything more to understand what you were asking, tuned in to your every move and sensing your need for him before you even caught his eye. He pushed off the wall and left Kelce talking to no one so he could shove his way through the crowd. Taller than almost everyone, you tracked him the whole way through the sea of people. Tom seemed none the wiser, continuing hitting on you.
âMaybe we could get out of here,â Tom suggested, leaning in a little too close so you could hear him over the music.
âNah, not tonight bro.â
Rafe appeared by your side just in time, forcing Tom to take a step back as he draped his arm over your shoulders possessively. Tomâs eyes flew between the two of you as you reached up to the hand on your shoulder and threaded your fingers with Rafeâs. Relief swelled through your body as Tom stepped back. You leaned into Rafeâs hold more, wrapping your arm around his waist and giving him a grateful squeeze. You knew he felt it when you saw his mouth perk up at the corners. But he didnât take his eyes off Tom, his work here unfinished.
âSince when are you two together?â Tom puzzled defensively.
âLook man, why donât you go find, uh, Sabrina,â Rafe waved him off. âOr literally any other girl here.â
As if Rafeâs suggestion had summoned her, Sabrina appeared at Tomâs side.
âOh my god,â she slurred, eyes red and glossy with intoxication. âAre yâall a thing now? Girl, I never thought youâd actually do it. Good for you!â
It had the cadence of women supporting women, but the undertone was clear. You didnât miss the disbelief in her tone, subtly trying to cut you down while appearing to lift you up. If Carter was here, sheâd bitch her out. But you didnât need saving from this one.
You tightened your hold on Rafeâs hand, swinging his arm from around your shoulders but not letting go. You pulled him away from Tom and Sabrina, leading him deep into the crowd on the dancefloor.
Before he had the chance to ask what you were doing, you placed his hands on your waist, spinning in his grasp until your back was flush with his chest and moving to the music. He made no protest, squeezing you between his hands and swaying along with you. Tom and Sabrina watched from across the room, his jaw clenched and her arms crossed.
After a few minutes, both sets of eyes eventually left you, but you didnât notice, and you didnât stop. It wasnât for show anymore. You closed your eyes as you continued to let the music move you. Rafeâs strong arms on either side of you, your brain flashed images of his half naked body in the kitchen and how he kneeled in front of you in the basement. The same fingertips that had so gently caressed your calf were now burrowing into the soft flesh of your hips. One of your arms stretched up, your palm finding the back of his neck, kneading his skin as you clung to him.
When you looked up to meet his eyes, they were ablaze with pure lust. Your lips parted to tell him you felt it too, but you couldnât bring yourself to say it. Instead you showed him, your body moving through the music like water. The bass pumped through your chest, tangling with your thumping heart beat until you couldnât tell which was which.
Rafe held you tight against him, like if he let you go you might slip under the waves again. His head sank low, until the tip of his nose was grazing just over the curve of your neck. He was hardly moving, not so much dancing as swaying, letting you do the work his eyes drank in every inch of your body.
With a precise roll of your hips, you pushed against him, and you nearly gasped at the feeling of something hard and demanding pressing into your hip. Your lips twisted with the sweetest satisfaction.
âThought you were trying to be a gentleman,â you said over the music.
âI was,â he brought his lips to your ear so you could hear him. âBut youâre making it too fucking hard.â
Smirking, you twisted in his arms until you were facing each other. You both caught the accidental euphemism and met eyes, breaking into matching laughter.
âYou know what I mean,â he rolled his eyes.
âI donât think I do,â you teased with a quirked eyebrow. âEnlighten me.â
His smile fell, as did his hands, lowering from your waist to your hips. You reached both arms up, wrapping around his neck and lacing your fingers behind him.
His eyes swept over your face as he whispered, âyou look so-â
âCute?â
You meant it in jest, but he didnât laugh. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched as he took you in, serious as hell when he said,
âSo fucking beautiful.â
You shuddered in his arms, and he ran his hand down your exposed back, tracing his fingers delicately over your spine.
âBeen driving me crazy since I saw you on the beach,â he continued.
His hand kept falling lower, though it slowed as it reached your lower back, asking for permission with his hesitancy. Your body arched into him without even thinking about it. His palm glided over your ass, the soft fabric of your dress and your plush flesh beneath it pulling an involuntary groan from him. He went lower still, slotting his fingers in the crease where your ass meets your thigh, lingering, setting up camp like heâd stay there all night if you let him. He found the spot so deliberately that you knew heâd been thinking about it for days.
You waited with baited breath, your silence inviting him to keep talking.
All he said next was your name. It was low and needy, like a request, or maybe a warning. Flames erupted in your stomach and sent a hot blush sweeping across your body.
âDo youâŚâ your throat tightened with vulnerability, âdo you want to go somewhere?â
Yes, Rafe thought, anywhere, for any amount of time.
But there was a small voice in the back of his head giving him pause. Your voice, earlier today in the shower, when you thought you were talking to someone else.
âI donât want you to hate yourself,â he shook his head, sad eyes falling from your face to his shoes.
You tilted your head as you examined him, unsure for a moment what he meant. Then it clicked, realizing those were your words on his lips. He was the one who heard you in the bathroom. You fought the temptation to run away in embarrassment when you remembered what else he mustâve heard.
After all youâd admitted to, the piece he was clearly holding onto was the only part you didnât actually mean. You had added the detail about hating yourself when you thought you were talking to Carter and that she was upset with you.
It was too much to explain to him there on the crowded dance floor. You slipped your hand into his and pulled him from the crowd, out a side door and into the alleyway.
Once outside, you tucked your hair behind your ears and looked down anxiously at your feet. The loss of the music and the sobering night air weakened the boldness you had mustered inside.
âWhen you said we should go somewhere I wasnât picturing so much garbage,â Rafe motioned towards the nearby dumpster.
You laughed, his playful words successfully easing your nerves. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself why youâd brought him out here.
âYou heard me, didnât you? In the shower?â
âIâm sorry,â he blushed, caught red handed. âI wasnât trying to spy or anything. ButâŚyeah.â
âI didnât mean it,â you told him.
Hurt flashed in his eyes for just a second, before he nodded and squared his shoulders to cover it up.
âGot it,â he shrugged.
âNo, I mean, the hating myself part,â you clarified.
âSo the other stuffâŚ?â He was quick to follow up.
The door for you to finally tell him how you felt was wide open in front of you, but you werenât sure if you could walk through it. The words youâd been holding back your whole life sat on the tip of your tongue, but refused to pass your lips. You looked at him helplessly.
âI canât,â you shook your head.
Rafe sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
âWhat? You canât what?â
Your mouth fell open in disbelief, incensed that he was the one with an attitude here.
âYou know what?â You said, hands on your hips. âI donât think you have a lot of room to be snapping at me, Rafe. Not after everything youâve done.â
âEverything Iâve done?â He huffed. âPlease, tell me what I did thatâs so terrible?â
âSeriously? High school wasnât that long ago, Rafe.â
âLook I know I was a dick, okay?â He stepped forward, voice softening a bit with his apology. âAnd maybe youâll never forgive me. But all that shit? That guy? Thatâs in the past, and I donât want to talk about the past anymore, I just wanna be with you now.â
âI donât know, Rafe,â you shook your head sadly. âI donât know if I can just pretend none of that happened.â
âHow long then?â He threw his hands up in exasperation. âTell me how long Iâm gonna be paying for some shit I did when I was seventeen so I at least have an idea, please. Give me a date so I can plan for it.â
âLetâs see, Rafe, I wanted you for twelve years, youâve wanted me for like two days. Does that seem even to you?â
Your words struck him, the anger in his eyes dissolving, replaced with tenderness. He stepped towards you tentatively, ducking just a bit to better read your face.
âYou really think Iâve only wanted you for two days?â He mumbled softly. âBabyâŚâ
It was the second time heâd called you that today. You were in too much pain when he said it after you fell off the jet ski, but your brain had tucked it away subconsciously to revisit when you felt better. Heâd called you baby before, when you were in high school. It had always given you butterflies, and you never called attention to it, afraid heâd stop if he realized how much it meant to you.
Since then, youâd reframed the memories to convince yourself that he never actually meant it, that it was some kind of manipulation tactic. But the way it rolled so naturally off his tongue earlier, and the way heâd breathed it so desperately now, made you reconsider.
âPlease donât call me that,â you pleaded. âNot if you donât mean it.â
Rafe just blinked back at you, not an ounce of deception in his voice when he said, âIâve always meant it.â
His confession pinched your heart, the whole story rewriting itself in your mind. For the first time ever, you let yourself actually believe that he cared for you, that heâd always cared for you. To anyone else who knew the whole story, it might seem unlikely, but seeing the look in his eyes right now, you had never been so sure of anything in your life.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him, your deep longing for him stronger than ever. He felt it too, you could tell by the way he drew closer, his body lining up with yours, eyes locked to your lips.
With the most tenderness youâve ever encountered, he reached his hand up, the pad of his thumb landing on your bottom lip and pulling it gently from between your teeth, undoing you.
âRafeâŚâ you whispered, a plea and a question, as his lips ghosted over yours.
âCan I?â He breathed. âPlease?â
You nodded, never meaning anything more than when you told him âyes.â
(chapter 7)
a/n: chat what do we think? are we forgiving him? only 3 chapters to goooo. Also I wrote âshoulders back. head up. let âem know.â on my bathroom mirror as my new morning mantra đ
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Frat Boy!Gojo
Cosmopolitan: sober thoughts
Word Count: 6.1k Contents: their first date, cursing, a little angsty, but mostly fluffy, not proofread (barely skimmed this so again, dunno how much sense it makes)
âBefore you get any bright ideas, just know Iâm sharing my location with at least ten people.â
Whistling, the biggest pain in your ass saunters over to you
The moon is full, a big white orb that would otherwise bring you a lot of peace to look at but right now, only pisses you off for reasons youâd rather not spend too much time pondering. Rarely anyone comes around these parts; itâs at the very edge of the city, a half-hour drive from campus, and surrounded by miles of dull, old suburbia. Youâre standing in front of a metal gate, slightly taller than you, with vines wrapping around the pickets. It swings slowly with every gust of wind, creaking before it meets the stone wall with a bang.
Gojo grimaces.
âSeriously, did you have to choose the scariest place in all of Eden? I mean, I respect the commitment to the aesthetic, but this is just crazy,â he grumbles, eyeing the cathedral from its huge marble pillars to the sharp spires piercing the night sky.
You roll your eyes. Trust him to leave the date planning to you just to complain every step of the way. Youâre already regretting playing along with whatever games heâs conjured up this time, but at least youâve got home turf advantage; you know this place like the back of your hand. There wonât be any surprises happening tonight.
Without replying, you walk off, heading straight through the gate.
âHey, wait! Donât leave me here. I donât want to end up as a statistic.â
Shrugging, you say, âIf youâre scared, you can go back home.â
When he doesnât say a thing and follows you, you smile. You win. But that feeling of victory doesnât last very long because then he starts muttering about the cobwebs and how theyâre everywhere, then about the tombstones, how theyâre so messy with moss covering the engravings and that âthe spirits must definitely be like so mad about all thatâ, and when you donât respond to any of his musings, he even complains about the eerie music foreshadowing his pending doom, like in Jaws.
There is no music.
âWhere are we even going?â He pokes your shoulder, snatching his hand back faster than you can swat at it. âI thought we were going to, I donât know, have a picnic under the stars and cuddle on top of someoneâs grave, like Mary Shelley did.â
âHow the fuck do you even know about that?â
Gojo lifts one shoulder. âMust have heard it online or something.â
You roll your eyes again â you have a feeling youâll be doing a lot of that tonight, maybe even for the rest of your life if things go the way your parents plan. When you had first found out the village idiot is the president of the most sought-after fraternity of the most prestigious university in the country, you thought maybe no one else had stepped up. But then you found out heâs a Legacy --the Gojos have governed that fraternity since its conception -- and well, the pieces fell into place.
Mischief no doubt sparkling in your eyes, you look at him over your shoulder. His eyes are full of suspicion and when they meet yours, he becomes even more doubtful of your intentions. With a grin, you whisper, âWeâre going someplace no one will hear you scream.â
âKinky.â
That didnât have the desired effect. How annoying. Though you donât fail to notice how he moves in closer to you, his warmth radiating to your body through your black, fur cloak. You donât shift away.
Gesturing for him to follow you through a gap in a wooden fence, you squeeze through to avoid splinters, pulling at your dress when a piece of lace catches on a nail. Just as youâre about to offer advice on how to contort his body to get through, he climbs over the fence and lands on his feet without stumbling, all in one quick sweep, like heâs who wanders these hallowed grounds at night and not you.
âWhat?â He asks when he spots your glare.
Not even those stupid sunglasses are out of place. Very annoying, indeed.
âCome quickly,â you bark, fixing your silk gloves to cover more of your skin as the chill settles in. Itâs only six in the evening, and yet thereâs no hint of light in the broad expanse above you, just the moon and the stars lighting your way, and occasionally your companionâs phone flashlight when he needs to look at what heâs stepped in.
He laughs. âNo oneâs ever said that to me before.â
âDo you make it a habit to talk about your sex life with a girl on a first date?â
âYouâre the first, so not a habit. Not yet anyways.â
Screeching to a halt, your hand clutches his elbow to still him. Your jaw is slack and youâre staring, completely disbelieving. âThereâs no way this is your first date. You took that girl to the casino.â
Gojo stares off into the distance as he ponders the notion, fingers tapping his chin. Then, he insists, âNo, it really is my first date. And anyways, I donât consider that night a date; she pretty much invited herself along. It was more like I was just taking her to the casino as her escort. Or maybe that does count as a date. If so, then Iâve been on a lot of dates. But none where Iâve actually used the word date. Does that even matter because ââ
You wave a hand in front of his face to cut off his rambling; he talks way too much. âSo, youâre telling me, Iâm the first girl youâve ever asked out on a date? Thatâs insane, Gojo. You hate me.â
âI donât hate you,â he protests with a frown.
âYou sure acted like you did for months,â you counter.
He insists, âI donât hate you. Never did. I just acted out but yeah, Iâm sorry. I was a dick.â
Clearing your throat, you straighten up and continue walking. âItâs fine. Water under the bridge.â
âYou sure? âCause I can get on my knees and beg.â
âDonât tempt me, Gojo.â
He catches up to you and hums a playful tune, his light mood returning; Serious Gojo is gone like he never existed. âGuess thatâs what youâre into, huh?â
âYouâll never know,â you snort, pushing a branch away from your face and letting it snap back into his chest, he yelps.
His hand reaches past you, lifting a thicker branch high above the both of you, before leaning close to your ear and whispering conspiratorially, âWeâll see.â
Disregarding the shiver than runs through you, you push on, moving almost on muscle memory alone. Your mind is attempting to distract itself by scanning the area, being careful not to be caught on church grounds after hours, pushing through the woodland to get to the clearing tucked away at the very back, where you go for peace and quiet.
Truthfully, you have no idea why you decided to have this date here, of all places. This place is sacred. Literally but also figuratively â this is the place you always ran to when the world got a little too loud, a little too busy and bright for you. No one else knows about this haven as far as youâre aware and you always thought youâd do anything to keep it that way. And yet, youâre showing it to him. Actually, guiding him to the place.
You should have at least blindfolded him so he couldnât memorise the way.
Maybe you wanted to spite him by living up to his expectations and being the gothic monster that he thinks you are -- you want to scare him off before he lets his curiosity take him too close to something that might scald him. He needs to be afraid of you.
Or maybe you recognised that shadow in his eyes, the ones that suggests heâs lost as much sleep about this whole farce as you and thought he could do with a little silence.
You both arrive at a thick bush, a massive wall of a shrub towering over even Gojo. Behind you, the cathedral is only a blob, lit up by lanterns, whereas youâre both submerged in darkness; there are no streetlamps here.
âIâm totally going to be murdered here, arenât I?â He whistles as if to say, âitâs been a good life, and Iâll have to just accept my fateâ.
âYeah, I was lying when I said it was all water under the bridge. Iâve actually been colluding with the devil to sacrifice your white ass.â
Gojo laughs.
He laughs a lot, but rarely like this, you note. He chuckles when his friends do something stupid like push him into the fountain, and he snorts when he reads the most recent article on The Bulletin. But youâve never really seen him throw his head back and clutch his stomach, at least not with anyone but you. He does it when you get caught texting him under the dinner table, when you give him the middle finger from across the Quad, and that one time you bumped into him in the hallway and almost apologised before you realised it was him.
Itâs the kind of laugh thatâs infectious, and you hoped every time he does it that youâre somehow immune. However, when he looks at you with a brightening sparkle in his eyes, you realise youâre very much not.
You clear your throat again.
âThrough here, is a very special place. You must swear you will not desecrate this place, lest the Mother Crone curse you for your treachery,â you announce, wiggling your fingers at him for extra flair.
Placing a hand on his heart, he stomps his foot like a soldier and swears, âI would never. I will take this secret to the grave.â
Satisfied, you grab the loose part of the hedge wall and pull it aside to reveal the little doorway to your secret hideout. He throws you a side glance before he ducks down and enters. You follow behind him, tucking the disguised door behind you.
He doesnât say a thing as you zoom to the side where you grope for something in the grass, right under part of the hedge. When you feel the smooth, cold plastic, you donât hesitate to switch it on.
Long wires of fairy lights light up, bulb by bulb, along the top of the hedge and down, like a really wide Christmas tree circling the hidden clearing. You hear him mutter a âwoahâ under his breath as he scans the area â thereâs only one thing here on the flat ground, itâs also lit up fairy lights along the top pole. Itâs your most prized possession.
âYou have a swing?â He shouts incredulously. Giggling like a child, he makes a run for it, jumping onto one of the two seats where he rocks back and forth on his feet. Then heâs whooping as he swings higher and higher, hair whooshing back and forth as he grins, taking in the cold autumnal air and the growing warmth of the lights. âThis is freaking awesome!â
Sitting on the spare seat, you kick your feet gently so you can swing a little. Deep down there was a worry festering within, anxious that he would find this place boring, that heâd scoff at your idea of fun especially on a first date, but looking up at him, still hollering and grinning, you think, that was such a silly thought.
Gojo slows to a mild back and forth momentum and wonders, âAre you sure Iâm allowed to be here? This place seems pretty private, like your own mancave or something. Do girls have a version of a mancave? âWomancave?â
In the corner of your eye, you see him clamber down to sit as you answer his question. âI wouldnât have taken you here if you werenât allowed, dumbass.â
âYeah, well, Iâm still not convinced this isnât an elaborate scheme to murder me and hide my body in a grave.â
âNeither.â You shrug.
He laughs.
Eventually, you both swing side by side, alternating up and then down. The wind is howling a little, rustling the trees surrounding you and the moonâs obscured by dark cloud. Neither you nor he say anything to break the silence. You were also worried that youâd come to hate his presence in your safe space, finding his tall, lanky presence an irritation, but surprisingly, you donât mind it.
Itâs nice to have company.
Especially when that company is keeping his mouth shut.
âHow often do you come here?â
Or not.
With a sigh, you reply, âLike twice a week. I canât come as often as Iâd like because of all the classes and stuff, not to mention all the wedding planning we have to do.â
âGuess you have it worse than me since I donât even need to be fitted for a suit; they already have my measurements,â he muses.
âFor whatever reason, itâs always the women who have to plan these things, even though itâs the men that propose.â You accidentally make eye contact with him. âOr at least, thatâs how it usually goes.â
Gojo hums, a little sheepishly, before he changes the subject. âSo, how did you find this place?â
âWe buried my grandmother in the graveyard when I was fifteen. We were close and I took the loss pretty hard. I couldnât stand all the people pretending they cared so I ran off, got lost and found this clearing. Well, I actually fell through the hedge, but I found it, nonetheless. And this swing was here already. I donât know how long itâs been here or why itâs here, but it is.â
âThat sounds like a fairytale.â He swivels, swinging a long leg over to straddle the seat, facing you as he leans back against the metal chain. âIâm sorry for your loss, by the way. I lost my grandmother too and it was rough.â
You saw that on the news years ago, it was one of those private family events that make the national headlines by complete virtue of the family name. Your parents grieved in public like it was their own loss and you didnât understand why. Of course, as you got older, you became more and more acquainted with the idea of âreputationâ and âpublic imageâ, but you still feel that same distance to the concept as you did when you were but a child.
âIâm sorry for your loss,â you repeat back to him.
He shrugs. âItâs alright. Iâve got my gramps. Weâre best buddies.â
âYou have a lot of best buds, donât you?â
Gojo strikes you as the kind of guy who makes friends easily, thought you question the depth of most of those friendships; sincerity is a rare phenomenon in your world.
âNo,â he huffs, âI have Suguru, the girl that gave you my number, and gramps. I have lots of close friends, though.â
Considering his words, you realise you donât have any best friends. Sure, you have friends you hang out with often, people that share your interest, that you can party with, but none you feel as strongly about as he does with those three people. You can hear it in his voice, the conviction, the pride, the confidence. And when you glance at him, you know he doesnât even realise how defensive he sounds about his people.
How nice it must be to have someone like him as a friend.
âWe could be friends, if youâd like,â he offers, and when you look at him with confusion, he adds, âYou said it out loud, silly. You think Iâm a good person to be friends with. Which, of course I am. Iâm like super awesome.â
You burst out laughing. What he said isnât even funny and he certainly doesnât mean for it to be, but for some reason it is. So, you laugh, throwing your head back and clutching your stomach. He makes noises of complaints, telling you itâs rude to laugh at people. That makes you laugh harder.
âGojo, be serious for a second. We canât be friends, idiot,â you push out between puffs of laughter.
He frowns, lips twitching to fight back a smile at your flushed face. âWhy not? Weâre getting along fine right now, arenât we?â
âYeah, for now. But weâre going to be married. Or at least, weâre supposed to be. And think of all the complications that brings, it just doesnât provide the conditions for a healthy friendship, especially considering our beginning. Think of all the people in our circle who had arranged marriages. How many of them get along? Like, really get along. Hell! Think about our parents.â
âWell, we could be different. We donât have to end up like them. We can break the cycle or something.â
You stop laughing.
Something shifts in the air, like the moonâs reappeared, the windâs slowed down, and his eyes shine just a little brighter. Itâs sudden and you almost donât notice it, almost shrug it off. But thereâs a sincerity lingering between you and it demands your attention.
Fixing him a solemn look, perhaps similar to the one he gave you before, you assert, âThat sounds an awful like an admission of surrender, Gojo.â
âMaybe it is.â
The speed at which he concedes, the sheer resolution in his eyes and the way he doesnât falter when he says it all scream at you something you wonât accept. Canât.
He grips your elbow, his long fingers wrapping around the limb with ease, demanding your attention. The sombre expression on his ghostly face haunts you. Itâs like heâs shifted into a different person, into someone years older, a man burdened with great responsibility.
âIâm sorry. About how I started this year off. I regretted everything I said as soon as I said them. I canât even remember why I said and did those things, but I definitely donât have a good reason,â he rasped, a desperation lacing his words like he needs you to understand, like he tosses and turns over it. âI know youâre just as much a victim of this as I am, but I was facing a problem I didnât know to solve, and I lashed out. At you. At someone who didnât deserve it. And Iâm sorry.â
You reel back, snatching your arm away. His touch burns the way ice does, and you have to rub warmth back into it, despite the layers between your skin and his. The sincerity in his eyes is alien, revealing far more about the ongoings of reality than you can absorb in one night. Confusingly, your heart is pounding to the beat of a song youâve never heard before.
This date thing, taking him to your secret haven, giving him the opportunity to see you not as the enemy but rather as a woman was a mistake. Itâs all one big mistake. It would have been fine if he had stayed as the Gojo you knew, the boisterous, obnoxious party animal that cares only about immediate gratification. But the man in front of you is not someone you can marry. He isnât the type of man you can be around and feel absolutely nothing for.
âIâm hungry,â you mutter, standing abruptly.
He looks up at you, something passing in his eyes, almost akin to disappointment or sadness, and you canât bear to think about what that could mean, so you simply gesture for him to follow you.
In silence, you walk back the way you came, using your phoneâs flashlight to navigate through the thick haze of darkness. This was a mistake; you let him in for a second, gave him a glimpse into your life, and you arenât even sure why. Was it because you could hear your motherâs voice telling you to do whatever it takes to drag the man to the altar or because, despite yourself, you actually wanted to see what going on a date with Gojo means?
Maybe it was both.
Or neither.
Youâre losing more and more of yourself these days, doing things youâd never thought youâd do for one reason or another, and you no longer even know what you want. Your pride or your family? A marriage with Gojo or the friendship heâs offering? Is thereâs a third option.
âWhatâd you wanna eat?â He asks, rocking back and forth on his feet as he stares up at a streetlight.
Youâve both made it back onto the main road, the swings a mile away. He didnât press the topic more, simply walked beside you and pushed branches away like before.
Itâs nearing eight in the evening and your stomach growls.
âWho said Iâm eating with you?â
Gojo rolls his eyes and pokes your shoulder. With a sulky tone, he groans, âDonât be mean. Youâre hungry, Iâm hungry, letâs eat. Simple!â
âCan you cook?â
He beams, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looks at you over them, bright eyes sparkling with what you can only guess to be mischief. You realise you really should think before you speak.
â
Thatâs how you find yourself in his frat house kitchen, cloak discarded, hair up and gloves off. His frat members are out, partying, he claims, so the whole house is free. When he suggested it, you looked at him like he was insane, but he only wiggled his brows.
âYou scared?â He cocked his head, grinning at you in a way that made you want to punch his teeth in.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you responded, âNo, of course not.â
Gojo bent his arms and rocked his head, making clucking noises that echoed in the empty street. Every note pierced your body, mocking and goading. You knew exactly what he was doing, and it was fucking working, the stupid bastard. Without responding to his accusation, you stomped over to his car and gave him a glare. He fetched his car keys and spun them on his finger with a victorious whistle.
âGrate this,â he orders.
His kitchen is huge, which is understandable for the size of the house and how many people live here. Apparently, thereâs three more kitchens in the damn place, not that you believe even a quarter of the guys that live here know what a cutting board is. The kitchen is surprisingly clean, however. Itâs sparkling clean.
âWe have cleaners that comes in every other day,â he chuckles, noticing your looks of complete judgement whilst he boils some pasta. âBut we are pretty strict on cleanliness, regardless. And everyone knows, Iâm not afraid to crack the whip to keep everyone in line.â
Scoffing, you clarify, âYou? Cracking whips? I find that hard to believe.â
He leans against the island youâre stationed at, the sound of water simmering filling the small space between you. Watching you grate the cheese, he hums, fingers fiddling with the lace of your sleeve. He mutters, âI know how to be serious when I need to be.â
You hum too.
Still fiddling with the fabric, you ignore his wandering hand, fingers slipping under to roll the soft lace between his fingertips. Goosebumps rise on your skin. His touch is tentative, hesitant and gentle â one would think heâs just afraid to snag the fabric, acknowledging the craftsmanship, but one glance up at him, seeing his gaze fixated on your exposed skin more than your sleeve, you know otherwise.
âHands to yourself, Geralt.â
âIf Iâm Geralt, that must make you Yennefer,â he retorts. With a laugh, he pulls away, returning to the stove to tend to the pasta sauce. You donât realise how much warmth he generated until you feel a sudden draught.
The smell of frying onions and garlic is delicious and youâre becoming more and more starved by the second. Heâs agile, moving swiftly and on muscle memory as he opens drawers and cabinets to gather the things he needs.
âHow often do you cook?â You ask, arm getting tired from the motion of grating the block of cheese.
Gojo shrugs and admits, âNot as often as Iâd like. Weekends are for parties and pizza and all the other days, everyoneâs doing their thing, studying or whatever, and eating by myself is kinda sad, so I just eat out usually.â
âHow is it possible that you eat out so often but still remain so skinny?â
That was apparently the wrong thing to say because the next thing you know youâre being spun around and pressed into the island with a hard body. His arms are caging you in, keeping you still as he grins at you.
He had thrown his jacket by the door when you both walked in; his biceps bulge as he flexes. Theyâre so much bigger now, or maybe they were always like that. And heâs pressed so close his Adamâs apple is right in front of you, bobbing when you tilt your head back so you can meet his eyes.
âIâm plenty jacked, actually,â he brags and to add salt to the wound, he leans down, cheek brushing against yours to whisper against your ear, âwifey.â
You shove him off, snorting at his lame line. He back away with little protest. Trying to hide the heat in your face, you wash your hands, turning away from him completely.
The rest of the hour passes by in a blink of an eye, and you finally sit down at the dining table across from each other. Heâs a decent cook and you pay him a compliment even though it physically hurt to do so.
âDo you not cook very often?â
âI make sandwiches and ramen, thatâs as far as I know how to do,â you admit with no shame.
He pours you a cup of water and asks, âDo you not have a chef to pre-make meals for you? My father insisted I have one, but I complained to my gramps about the lack of privacy and independence, and he gave up pretty quickly.â
You pause. Itâs a stupid question to ask someone, from anyone else itâd drip in condescension, but you know heâs genuinely asking and itâs a valid question, just not one youâre ready to answer. So, with a careful shrug, you say simply, âIâm fine with the way things are.â
Gojo doesnât sense the tense quiver of your voice, or if he does, he has enough tact to ignore it, so he continues the conversation. He talks to you about what being a frat president entails, and you tell him your experiences as the Treasurer.
He also shares stories of his friends: the time âthe gangâ snuck into the gym to put shaving cream in Tojiâs locker after he had his room bubbled wrapped down to every single pair of boxers, each and every one of his friendsâ drunk habits, and how heâs actually a lightweight so he sticks to beers most of the time but he hates the taste and actually much prefer cocktails.
âWait, wait,â you say between laughs, âyou drink cosmos in secret âcause you donât want your frat mates knowing their president actually hates beer?â
âYeah, yeah, laugh it up. But it isnât my fault those things taste like wheat piss!â
You laugh harder. âThey do! They totally do!â
âHas anyone ever said you have a pretty laââ
âWoah!â A voice yells out. âWhatâs going on here?â
You both turn to look at the wide-open door. Two men walk in, theyâre in gym clothes, wide toothy grins on their faces as they stare between you and their president. You recognise them as second years, often hanging around Gojo in pictures or loitering in the Quad.
One guy, a fake blond, wolf whistles when he sees you. âSatoru, you didnât tell us you were having a girl over. Itâs been a while; we rarely even see your bestie nowadays.â
âYeah, this is a sight for sore eyes. This place was getting too much hotdog and not enough buns, if you know what I mean.â
When they both guffaw, you grimace. Their voices are grating, like sharp notes, and despite yourself, you cower in your seat. You hate the way theyâre looking at you, in half desire and half repulsion â theyâre enjoying the sight of a woman in their space, but they donât know what to make of your attire. Usually, you donât let people like them get to you, not their comments and not their stares. But somethingâs different, youâre more sensitive, less guarded.
âIsnât she your fiancĂŠ? Weâve heard all about her. The girls from Delta Sigma said she dresses like a witch, and well, they arenât entirely wrong.â
âGet out.â
Three heads turn. Gojoâs standing; you hadnât seen him move. Heâs leaning on his fingertips, head hanging as he stares at his empty plate. No one says a thing. Thereâs no air in here anymore. Only silence, a grim, gut-wrenching silence.
They stammer. âH-hey, man. Whatâs wrong?â
âGet. Out.â
âCome on, weâre just messing around,â the fake blonde chuckles nervously.
Gojo looks up, slowly, like a creaking door. When his eyes settle on them, they stagger back with the force of his disappointment, and again with his wrath. Though you feel the tendrils of that infinite space between you, you donât bear its impossible weight.
With his body tense, veins bulging along his arms, broad shoulders pushed back ready for something you canât quite grasp in this moment, you realise he really is jacked. And those muscles arenât just for show or pressing girls against marble countertops.
As great as it would be to be his friend, itâs even greater to not be his enemy. You didnât realise it then, but you do now, if Gojo had ever really wanted to make someone disappear, he probably could have done so.
âYou would do well to remember that I, as descendent of the founder of Alpha Phi Delta, have a right to terminate any fraternity brotherâs membership without a need for sufficient cause. Just because Iâve never exploited that clause doesnât mean Iâm above it. So, get out. Now.â
Cheeks red and heads hung low, they walk back out without sparing you another glance.
Gojo sits back down, shoulders still tense.
The silence hasnât disappeared, but it has lightened, much more tolerable now. With an uncertainty in your movements, you push your knife and fork together and pat your lips dry.
âWell, this has certainly been an eventful night,â you say. âI really ought to go, though.â
Gojo nods and takes your plate, leaving to go to the kitchen whilst you freshen up in the bathroom.
When you come out, heâs already waiting outside with his hands tucked in his pockets, staring up at puffs of clouds he breathes into the night sky. Thereâs a sombre air around him, like youâre better off not disturbing him, but when he spots you from the corner of his eye, that air evaporates and he beams, literally brightens, practically shadowing the moon.
âHey, come on, Iâll drive you to your dorm,â he asserts with a smile.
And he does. You get into his car for the second time of the night and watch the campus blur past you. Through the ten-minute car ride, he sings along to the pop songs on the radio, bopping his head to every beat like theyâre coursing through his veins.
âYou donât know these songs? Really?â
Heâs completely incredulous, looking at you as if youâve grown two heads. You roll your eyes and jokingly explain youâre committed to the aesthetic. He finds that funny. The rest of the ride continues wordlessly.
âAlright, this is me,â you announce when he parks. He climbs out the car with you, leaning against his door as you shuffle awkwardly on your feet. âDespite certain parts of the time beingâŚstiff, should we say, I had a lot of fun. Surprisingly.â
A tinge of red colours the tips of his ears. âYeah, me too. I expected to lose my life, or at least a few limbs, at that graveyard, so Iâm pretty happy with the turnout.â
You roll your eyes. âAnd Iâm very happy Iâm not covered in pigâs blood coming out of your frat house.â
âNo, closest we had to that was the pasta sauce,â he chuckles.
âWhich was surprisingly delicious, by the way. You should cook more often instead of the junk food you eat.â
âSays you?â He pushes your shoulder lightly. âMiss Cup Noodles.â
âWhatever.â
The conversation dies there, laughter fading as both of you eye the doors of your dorm building. You pull your cloak tighter around you, irritated that, even though heâs just in jeans and a plain graphic tee, heâs seemingly unbothered by the temperature drop.
âYou should go in,â Gojo suggests, voice softer, barely louder than a whisper.
You nod and make a step to go, but then a warm hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you back. Heâs carrying the weight of it in his palm, thumb grazing your wrist. Thereâs electricity thrumming where he touches and youâre about to snatch your hand away before he tightens his grip.
âJust a second,â he mutters, before pulling out something from his pockets. Something black.
Your gloves.
You forgot to put them on, having left them in the kitchen.
Heâs taking his time, smoothing the material over your knuckles, ensuring your fingers are tucked in properly. His thumb lingers on the curve of each finger, exploring the slopes. Your breath hitches as his hands envelope yours completely, his touch deliberate and light and thereâs no other way to describe it: itâs positively reverent.
The glove slide snugly into place, a second skin but they feel new, as if fresh from the machine, still warm.
You shouldnât let him reach for your other hand, shouldnât just watch as he unfolds the other glove, slipping it on with much more care than you yourself had ever done. His eyes are watching the fabric consume more and more of your skin, until they meet the ends of your sleeve, and no skin remains.
âGojo,â you breathe out.
He shakes his head, brows furrowing. âSatoru. Call me Satoru.â
When he finally looks up, your eyes meet and your pulse quickens, quick and short breaths pulling your chest up and down. You didnât even realise one hand is clutching his shoulder whilst the other remains in his grip. And you certainly donât notice that youâre standing much closer than before, only a hairâs breadth from finding out whether his lips are as soft and plush as his touch.
âYou smell really nice,â he whispers, thumb running across your knuckles, like heâs willing warmth into your hand.
Youâre so close it only takes one gust of wind to push you together, to taste what a future with him could mean, to seal the first date with something thatâll keep you up at night. Just one kiss, one bad decision and everything could fade away for a second. You could pretend heâs just a boy and youâre just a girl and this is a normal date, that you have a normal relationship and tomorrow you could go back to being arranged lovers.
His lashes flutter, so long and wispy and youâre jealous. Flickering between your eyes and your lips, you know heâs searching for any sign that you might want this just as bad as he does. Youâre craning your head back, back arched to reach him, and when your chest rubs against his for a millisecond, he shuts his eyes with a groan.
âHey! If it isnât Gojo,â a gruff voice bellows.
You step back, gasping for air and desperately smoothing your skirt down as you give a shaky smile to the newcomer. Heâs a tall, buff man wearing shorts and carrying a basketball. He pats Gojo on the back, oblivious to the tension, to the way his friend is pouting, grumbling about how he âruined the moment.â
The man looks at you with a friendly enough smile, eyeing your appearance with nothing more than curiosity before he gives you one of those manly nods.
âWhatcha doing at my girlâs dorm?â He asks.
Clearing his throat, Gojo answers, âJust dropping my wiâI mean, my friend off. Yeah, just stopping by.â
The guy doesnât look ready to stop talking. So you take the initiative to excuse yourself with an awkward kiss on the white-haired boyâs cheek and you whisper, âGoodnight...Satoru.â
You donât wait for him to reply.
Just as youâre about to enter your dorm building, you hear a distinct, âDude, I totally cockblocked you, didnât I? Fuck, put that thing away. Youâre gonna poke my fucking eyes out!â
You smile just as your phone pings.
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