#jjk x black reade

[nanamincreampie]

Can I request that Sukunas baby girl takes her first steps and Sukuna misses it while he’s at work?

Context: So y/n and babygirl are at home while Ryomen’s at work. Y/n has been helping her walk for the first time and cheers for her but baby girl notices that her dad isn’t home. Usually when she does something cheerworthy, both her parents celebrate her so she gets upset and starts crying and won’t stop. 😭🩷. The thing that catches y/n’s attention the most is the baby’s stuttering while she’s crying. So soon as y/n rushes to Sukuna’s office, the floor is literally buzzing and cooing with empathy because the baby (who’s a perfect precious mixture of y/n and Ryomen) is fumbling and squealing over words. So when they realize she’s trying to say her first word, like 5 to 10 people rush to go get Sukuna at the same time and as soon as he comes out his baby girl says “dada!” And reaches for him with a gummy smile and it makes his heart swell tenfold and for the very first time everyone sees Sukuna’s BEAMING smile. (Albeit he’s smiling at y/n and his daughter proud beyond words). In the end it turns out the baby just missed her father so much she said her first word when attempting to call for him! 🥹🌷🥹 but like yeah maybe y/n could put her down and she toddles and waddles to Ryomen?

HEY I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND BUT I MADE THIS A PART 3 FOR THE CEO'S HIDDEN FLOWER (part 2)

Ryomen Sukuna x Black reader

The house was filled with warmth, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow through the living room windows. Y/N sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her hands outstretched as she watched their daughter stand, her chubby little legs wobbly, her tiny fingers curled into fists for balance.

“You can do it, baby,” Y/N encouraged, her voice dripping with excitement. “Come on, just a few steps!”

D/n, their precious ten month old who had been pulling herself up on furniture for weeks, let out a tiny squeal before taking a step.

Then another.

And then

A third.

“Oh my God, you did it!” Y/N gasped, clapping her hands. “You’re walking, baby girl!”

She reached forward, scooping D/n up into her arms, peppering her soft cheeks with kisses. The little girl giggled, basking in her mother’s joy.

But just as quickly, her tiny brows furrowed.

Her big, round eyes scanned the room, searching, expecting only to not find the one person who was always there when something exciting happened.

Her dada.

D/n’s lips wobbled.

A small, uncertain whimper escaped her.

Y/N noticed immediately. “What’s wrong, lovebug?”

Then, the floodgates opened.

D/n wailed.

Not her usual sleepy fussing, not her “I want a snack” whines, this was full-blown heartbreak.

Fat tears rolled down her round cheeks as she cried, her little fists curling into Y/N’s shirt. Her breath hitched over and over as she babbled between hiccups, fumbling over sounds that didn’t quite form words yet.

Y/N’s heart squeezed at the sight.

“Oh, baby,” she murmured, rubbing circles on D/n’s back. “You miss Dada, don’t you?”

The answer came in another hiccuping sob.

Y/N didn’t waste a second.

She grabbed the baby bag, secured D/n in her arms, and headed straight for Sukuna’s office.

The second she stepped through the glass doors of Sukuna’s office building, every employee noticed.

It wasn’t just because the CEO’s beloved wife had returned.

It was because she was carrying a tear-streaked D/n, who was hiccuping between tiny, stuttering cries.

“Oh my God, what’s wrong with her?” someone whispered.

“She looks like she’s been crying for a while…”

Y/N gave them a soft smile. “She’s okay. She just really, really wanted to see her dad.”

Several employees melted on the spot.

“She’s so cute, I might pass out.”

“I don’t blame her. I’d cry too if I missed my dad and he was Sukuna.”

“I’ll go get him!”

At least ten people bolted at the same time.

Sukuna was halfway through reviewing a contract when the door to his office swung open.

“Sir, your wife and daughter are here.”

His head snapped up instantly.

He didn’t even bother responding.

The chair scraped back violently as Sukuna shot up.

By the time Sukuna stepped into the main floor, the energy had completely shifted.

Y/N stood there, rocking D/n, who was still hiccuping and whimpering, but the moment her teary eyes landed on Sukuna, she lit up.

Her breath caught.

Her chubby little fingers reached forward.

“D-D… D-Da—”

Sukuna froze.

“D-Da… Da…”

The employees held their breath.

And then—

“DADA!”

A gummy, tearful smile stretched across D/n's chubby little face as she reached for him.

The room exploded in a wave of emotional gasps.

“She said it! She said it!”

“She said Dada!”

But nobody, nobody, was more affected than Sukuna himself.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

His crimson eyes flickered between Y/N, who was watching with teary adoration, and their daughter, who was desperate to be in his arms.

Then, he broke.

Sukuna grinned.

Not a smirk.

Not his usual cruel, sharp grin.

A real, genuine, beaming smile, one that reached his eyes and overflowed with pride and love.

The office erupted.

“Oh my God, he’s smiling!”

“Somebody get a picture, this is the moment of the century!”

“I’m gonna cry, this is so wholesome—”

Sukuna ignored them all.

In two strides, he reached for D/n, pulling her into his arms.

She latched onto him immediately, little fingers grabbing onto his shirt as she buried her face against his neck.

Sukuna kissed the top of her head. “Missed me that much, huh, baby?”

D/n let out a tiny, content sigh.

The office employees were losing their minds.

And then—

Y/N gently set D/n down on her feet.

“Go on, lovebug,” she encouraged, smiling warmly. “Walk to Dada.”

Every single person stopped breathing.

Sukuna’s eyes widened slightly as D/n wobbled, toddling her way toward him with shaky steps.

One step.

Another.

And then she fell right into his arms.

Sukuna caught her effortlessly.

Pride swelled in his chest.

His baby girl had taken her first steps, said her first word, all because she missed him.

And for the first time in his entire career, Ryomen Sukuna did not care about his employees not doing their work as they should.

Because nothing, not business, not power, not even his own reputation, mattered more than this.

More than them.

Y/N kissed his cheek, laughing softly. “Guess you’re her favorite, huh?”

Sukuna grinned, holding their daughter close.

“She’s got good taste.”

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[yup-thats-me]

"let's see kids who can hug mamma the first!" Your husband told or rather commanded your twin boys as the three came back from their grocery run.

Your two sons giggled as they ran towards the house and the thirty-something-old kid (your husband) too ran with them. The only visible difference being was that he was taller and was carrying three to four bags with him. He, same as his kids, had that stupid little smile on his face.

When the door barged in and her kids ran to your side, Y/n couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Putting down the cup of coffee she was holding, she stumbled back a little by the force as the two little humans hugged their mother like their lives depended on it.

Smiling, Y/n was caressing her two boys lovingly. What she did not expect was to see her husband as well to join in on the group hug and forcibly make his way into the middle making the kids grumble in dissatisfaction.

"That's not fair, dad! we came first!" Your kids whined.

The man gave them a smug grin. "You think? You little seaweeds wouldn't be here if I did not come first, you know." He blew raspberries at the kids. "Also, did you not know your mother loves me the best?"

His comment earned him a smack on the head from his beloved wife. The man held his head in feigned hurt and looked at Y/n like she just betrayed him in the worst ways.

The boys laughed at their father but were quick to ask, "Do you really love Dad more than us, mama?"

Smiling she pecked the two on their cheek, and her husband too to make him stop pouting. "Well...it may be partially true."

It was the kids turn to look betrayed. "But mom!"

Y/n giggled. "I do love you boys. I love you two so much. How can I not when you are literally a part of me? I love you two." She caressed their cheek.

"But as much as it's true that you two are a part of me," she continued, "I wouldn't be able to have you with just myself. It is thanks to your father that I am given such a beautiful gift." she smiled, her eyes shining with a sadness that is not melancholic. It was the realization that her kids would someday leave her. Of course they would, they are bound to. And when they do, she'd be thankful to her husband who stayed.

Her husband smiled at her and gave his kids a nod. Upon the command, the three hugged Y/n out of the blue and greeted, "Happy mother's day momma!"

Y/n was brought back to the present, she smiled, a few tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you, boys," she kissed their cheek. "We have brought you some food as well! We'll go bring it!" The two got up and ran to the kitchen to bring whatever they brought as a gift for their mother.

In the meantime, Y/n's husband snaked a hand around her waist, pulling her close. "Thank you, baby, for being the mother of my children. Really, thank you." And this time, her husband was speaking from the bottom of his heart

[thecoochiefairy]

say it. toji.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 12.7k word count. a LOT of dialogue ngl, first person pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, hair pulling,squirting,creaming drunk/tipsy sex, oral [f] [m], choking, daddy kink, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, degrading (maybe?), condomless sex, kissing, spanking, aggressive + cocky toji, daddy toji, baby megumi, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ this was my first fic y’all, it is first person, sorry if that’s strange. enjoy! 🫶🏽

“WHO THE FUCK STILL EATS FIG NEWTON’S?”

“Me! That’s who.”

My eyes continue to wander down the snack aisle, searching for my favorite selection. I toss the fruit paste filled cookie into the basket as I respond to my friend on FaceTime, “How about you mind your goddamn business?”

“As long as you continue to buy snacks only made from the devil, I won’t.”

I roll my eyes. “Anyways, you still comin’ tonight or what? I’ll buy a bottle of Stella Rose.”

“Black?” She smirks into the camera, leaning over in her chair as she continues her makeup.

“Black, of course. Makes me feel sexy,” I chuckle.

“Sorry, bookie. I’m going on a date tonight!”

“With the man that’s not your man, but is your man?” I tease.

She pulls the lip liner down from her face as she glares, “Very funny. That’s why you’re still single.”

“Very funny,” I repeat mockingly.

I could admit, it was way too late to be in the grocery store. But as I continued to sit in my condo with an empty fridge, my stomach began imagining myself cuddling with my favorite snack—Fig Newtons. Now I was here.

“You need to get your ass home, it’s late as hell and you’re by yourself,” my friend reminds me.

“I know, I know. I’m going. Once I get my Stella Rose Imma’ get my ass out—“

I stop. I was originally alone in this aisle as I suddenly heard the sound of feeble crying, my head turning as I look down to see a child. No, a baby. The baby waddles in anguish, his olive toned face red and swollen as his mouth ejected cries. My body was frozen as he stalked towards me, his stubby arms raising as he wailed in my direction.

“Girl,” I raise the phone to my ear, “There is a goddamn baby running towards me in distress.”

My friend's eyes go wide as she looks into the camera, “A baby? Oh hell. It’s some sex trafficking shit. Get out of there!”

“This some scary shit, I’m not going to jail! Or ending up in the back of some van where they tell me they’re gonna sell each of my organs,” I exclaim. The baby continues to bawl, now inches away from me as he then raises his arms up. His dark hair sticks up in different directions, wide eyes practically pleading for help.

“Awe. He’s adorable. Shit. Them’ people might get my ass, what if he’s really in distress?” I look around, seeing as no one else appears in the store but me.

“I still say it’s a trap. Kick the damn thing like you would Chucky!”

“Oh shut up, would you kick your own child?”

“Don’t have kids, can’t answer that.”

I place my phone down in the front of the basket as I turn back towards the small being, gushing, “Awe, Pumpkin. Are you lost?”

I lift him into my hands, wrapping my arms around him and he immediately accepts my gesture, leaning his soft head against my chest. I feel my heart melt, his crying begins to subside as he hides his face in my neck.

“Now sir, you and I both know I’m not your momma’. But that’s okay! Cause you’re adorable. And we’re gonna go find her. Shit, okay, where the hell do you bring a child if he’s lost in the store?” I look back over to the phone.

“Customer service desk, I think.”

“It’s damn near twelve o’ clock at night, Customer Service is most likely closed,” I mutter, “Shit. Okay, um—fuck. I’m gonna have to call the police. Or Jesus. Or Dr.Phil.”

“Don’t call Dr.Phil,” my friend pointed out.

“Right. Imma’ have to go to the front of the store and—“

As I turned to make my way towards the opposite direction I was going, I was interrupted as a man now stood in front of me. I jumped.

“Holy shit, am I really finna’ get kidnapped?!”

As I took in his face, this wasn’t just a man. This was a man. All the way down from the large black boots he wore, my eyes trailed up to his olive toned arms, muscles bulging through his shirt as a dragon tattoo trailed around his left hand. The silver jewelry he wore stood out on him. Numerous rings and chains, complimenting his onyx shirt that clung to his perfectly sculpted body. His full eyebrows were furrowed at me, scar atop of his lip twitching on his attractive face.

“What are you doing with my kid?”

“What? Oh— I’m sorry, is this your child?” I asked, slightly panicked. As I continued to study this man, he was scarily sexy. Dark hair, dark eyes. He looked evil in the best way. He had…a baby?

"Yeah, he's mine.” The man looked at me with suspicious eyes, sighing as he looked at the baby in my arms.

“What's the matter, champ?" He asked with a kinder and softer tone, the coldness from earlier in his stare now gone.

“I wasn’t trying to kidnap your child!” I admitted, my face going hot. I felt like I needed to admit that as I continued, “He…was crying. And I was just worried. I’m sorry.”

"I never said you were,” He replied. The small scowl on his face was slowly coming back. He reached forward to take the child from my hands, the baby beginning to struggle and cry again. He buried his head back into my arms as he hugged me tighter.

“Oh…” I then looked him up and down, “Wait a damn minute. Are you sure you aren’t trying to kidnap him?”

His face seemed surprised at my question. He looked down at the baby who continued to cry in my arms as he asked, “Kid, what's wrong with you? Why can't you calm down?"

The baby refused to let go of me. As I looked down to his adorable face, he cried as he then put his hands to his mouth. I realize why he’s upset.

I then say, “He looks to be less than two. I um…he seems to have teeth coming in. You should probably get some cold stuff for him to munch on, that probably explains him being so fussy. Once he couldn’t find you in the store, it probably just scared him.”

He looked at the child and noticed the swollenness in his cheeks as well. The man looked up at me, almost shocked at my observation.

"You know about children?" He replied. I could admit that this was an odd interaction. However, it seemed to be enough to break down his guard. His face softened.

“Yeah, I have a lot of siblings that I took care of. I was basically a mom at a young age,” I reply, “But seriously, he’s just hurting. It’s like a toothache all around your gums.”

"Yeah, you're right. It explains the wailing, it's not like I've never seen these symptoms before. Just didn't connect the dots,” He explains, scratching the back of his head. The baby was still crying, but slowly started to calm down. He looked up at me with teary eyes, still refusing to let go. The man tried again to take him from me, but the child held on tighter.

“I’m sorry… I don’t understand why he’s so comfortable with me,” I say softly, rubbing his hair to calm him down further.

The man sighed, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised as he said, “Maybe he saw something about you that he liked?" a teasing smile slowly coming along his face.

“I mean, I was holding some blueberries, does he like those?” I respond awkwardly, shaking my head as I try to flirt back. Was he even flirting?

He chuckles, “I don't know. Maybe he just liked the way you smelled? Or maybe the color of your hair?"

“Maybe. At least now you can remember that your son seems to have a thing for black women. He has good taste already,” I smile softly.

He chuckles again, my shoulders tensing as he briefly washes his eyes over my entire body. He then asks, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Oni’—“ I then stop myself, “Seioni,” I then correct, “Pronounced ‘Say-Oh-Knee. A lot of people just call me ‘Oni’. And um, your name? And your baby’s?”

The look on his face seems to be amused by me. After all of this, the baby finally reaches out to him, the man quickly taking him back into his hands. He then replies, "I'm Toji. And my son's name is Megumi."

“Well, Megumi’s a very beautiful little boy,” I reach out my finger to the baby, he wraps his entire hand around it. “It’s nice to meet you, Toji.”

“Same with you too, Seioni,” He fully pronounces my name, looking down at his child who was still holding onto my finger tightly. Megumi was now rubbing the finger with his whole hand, refusing to let go. Toji tried yanking him away again, but the baby wouldn't budge.

"Don't get too comfortable, I'd rather not have him get fond of you,” Toji replied, to which Megumi let out a small whine.

“Right,” I agree, pulling my finger away from the child. I continue, “But I’m glad he found me when he did, god forbid he’d walked out of the store or worse. But um, I’m sorry again if it seemed like I was trying to take him.”

He sighed as Megumi reached his arms out to me. He begins to apologize, "It's fine. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge….” He muttered, kissing the child's head as he stared at me.

"You seem like a good person."

“Thank you,” I smile, “You seem like you and your baby have a sweet bond. I’m glad he found you safely.”

"I appreciate that. I try to be the best dad I can, this isn’t a good representation of that,” He jokes, holding the child in his arms. Megumi then started to smile, cooing as he gripped onto his fathers shirt.

“So…I um…assume that his mom is at home waiting for you guys?” I ask.

He looked down, smile disappearing from his face. He cleared his throat as he explained, “Unfortunately, no. His mom passed away,” He replies flatly.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” I shook my head, “I’m shitty for asking that. I mean—bad, sorry,” I correct my cursing, the baby giggling at my tone of voice.

Toji laughed, “No, no need to apologize. It was just an honest question, but that’s why I'm raising him all alone."

“From what I can see you’re doing an amazing job. He’s a sweet baby, and in the instance of an emergency he ran for help. So, don’t be too hard on yourself,” I compliment him. I adjust my glasses on my face, feeling a small bit of irritation as my ginger hair was slowly falling from its claw clip.

His smile felt a little more genuine than before. He held the baby in his arms as he spoke, “Thank you. I'm glad that he's turning out to be just as good as you think he is."

I notice as silence capacitates the space between us, his eyes now study me the similar way I observed him before. I was wearing a matching set, gray sweatpants and a compression long sleeve. I looked like I had just hopped out of bed, yet, I didn’t feel unattractive to his vision.

I place my hair behind my ear, “Well…um…I should probably get back to my grocery shopping, don’t wanna keep bothering you two.”

"Yeah, you're right. I still have a few things I need to buy." Toji replied, I notice Megumi begins to grumble out fussy sounds. I give him an awkward smile as I then wave to the baby, turning myself back towards my basket to push.

"Wait... can I ask you something?" Toji then said. As I looked at him, he was looking straight at me; not the baby.

“…Yeah, sure!” I nod my head, gripping my grocery list nervously in my hand.

He looked at his son, slowly looking back at me.

"Does that mean you're single, by any chance?"

I'm not sure why my heart skips a beat at the question. “Um…yeah, I am actually,” I clear my throat as I feel my face becoming warm, “Why?”

He chuckles at my reaction as he replies, "The way that he was clinging to you, I thought that maybe he was onto something."

Okay, so he is flirting. Realizing that makes me even more flustered as I speak, “Oh…babies do have good intuition,” I point out. “Well, maybe this was his plan all along…to come find me,” I smile gently.

"Maybe it was. But one things for sure, the boy is interested in you,” He said, teasing. He tried pulling the baby farther back, Megumi beginning to whine, clearly wanting to stay closer to me.

“Mmm. Fair. But the real question is, is Daddy interested in me?” I tease back, asking the question more so towards Megumi, coming closer as I delicately tickle him with my fingers.

A small smirk appeared on Toji’s face.

"Maybe I am,” He said with a flirtatious tone, his son giggling from the tickles I gave him.

“Well maybe I have a number I can give to Daddy then, hm?” I cooed to Megumi.

As I cooed over the baby, I then looked up into Toji’s eyes directly. From the way he began to look a little flustered, I guess he didn't expect me to be as bold. Maybe Megumi really was on to something.

"You do?" He asked, his voice going raspy as he leaned in a little closer to me.

“I do. Let’s see if he’ll call me then.”

I take a piece of paper out of my notebook, writing my number down and placing it in Megumi’s small hand.

"Shit. Well I might just have to then, Seioni,” He said, eyes following my body as I walked away from him. Before I turned the corner out of the aisle, I saw the baby fumbling with the piece of paper in his hands. Toji smirked as he brought his attention to him, “What did she give you, champ?"

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MAYBE I WAS BEING A CREEP. It was nearly three in the morning, a small box of Fig Newtons on the table as I stared at my phone, curiously waiting to see if he’d text. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s three a.m, and he has a child.

I wondered to myself why I was even still awake. The interaction from earlier might’ve given me a bit of a high, and now I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I look down as the clock says it’s now 3:01AM, rolling my eyes as I stand up to put my snack away and go to bed.

That’s when the phone begins to ring.

I could’ve flown to the table if I suddenly grew wings, looking over the phone as an unknown number pops up. It probably wasn’t him. Another spam number, mostly likely. I wait a couple of seconds before I pick up the device, stepping back as I press the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

"Is this the beautiful, kind woman that gave her number to my son?" He asked, an immediate flirtatious sound to his voice as he spoke. I could hear the sound of random voices in the background.

My heart fluttered at his deep voice. I confidently replied, “Yes, is this the handsome man with the son?” I closed my eyes, wanting to kick myself in the throat.

He chuckled, amused at my compliment as he spoke, "Yep, that's me. I was surprised that the little one wanted your number so badly."

“Seems like he wanted it more than you did,” I tease.

"That's probably true." He replied, his voice going a little lower, “I do have a couple of questions though." He started to say, sounding a bit more serious now.

“Uh…cool, no problem. Go ahead with your questions,” I prod, sitting myself on my sofa.

He cleared his throat, trying to make clear what he was about to say next. The silence suddenly felt as if he was apprehensive of his question.

“Why are you single? You seem like an incredibly kind and attractive person.”

The question makes me chuckle. “That’s sweet. But…if I'm being honest, I just moved down here. I was in a relationship for a while before we broke up. I owned a tattoo shop back in my hometown, and I decided to expand out here. So, starting fresh in a new city,” I explain.

"You own a tattoo shop, really? I'm surprised I don’t have to fill out an application just to talk to you ,” He joked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“It’s gotten a lot more eyes on it than I ever imagined. But, unfortunately not, as far as the dating scene. My shop kinda runs itself, I have my regular artists who hold it down. I just do the paperwork now,” I reply.

I hear him adjust himself, a smirk now on his voice. “Wow. So you've got this nice shop, plus your own condo?”

I laugh, “Why’s that hard to believe? I’m a woman with her shit together. The topic of companionship never mattered to me, but I also wouldn’t mind the space being filled.”

"So you can handle yourself alone, I feel that,” He replied, giving a little chuckle, “But with all those qualities it just surprises me that you haven't found the right one. If I were to guess, I bet you get a lot of guys who hit on you."

“Not much since I’ve been down here, surprisingly. I’m usually at home a lot, if not in the office of the shop. You’re the first guy to actually approach me—but that was just due to circumstances, I guess,” I giggle.

"True. I’m glad I caught you before somebody else did. You said you were in a serious relationship before moving here, right?"

“Oh. Yeah,” I almost want to roll my eyes at the reminder, “But between you and me, I just turned twenty-nine. I’m ready for a seriously committed relationship. I don’t have time for the stupid shit—That stupid shit being a lot of stuff I dealt with in my hometown.”

"Yeah, I feel you on that,” He chuckles, “Sometimes the fun stuff can turn out to be the most problematic shit. The older we get, the more we learn what we want from someone. What was your previous relationship like?"

I adjust myself on the sofa as I think for a moment. “It was kinda an off and on relationship. He was the person my family wanted me to be with, everybody expected me to marry. But he was…boring? In every aspect. We didn’t have any of the same dreams or aspirations, the sex was pretty mediocre, and he didn’t take me seriously in my career. I don’t hate him, I just didn’t think we weren’t compatible,” I explained, “Is this an interrogation?” I then ask.

"No, no it isn't. I'm just trying to get to know more about you is all, beautiful,” Toji replied, his voice becoming a bit more deeper and flirtatious as he spoke.

"Plus, it seems like you already know what you want, which would definitely weed out a lot of guys anyway..."

“Mmm. So now I’m beautiful,” I repeat, “But yeah, it does. I want someone that’s gonna excite me in every aspect of the relationship. We can be two different people, but there has to be some fiery chemistry to create the connection I’m craving, you know?”

"Ex-act-ly!" He replied, "You want someone that can match your personality, not someone who settles for just whatever is given. Someone who can actually stimulate you, make you feel things that you've always wanted to feel. Someone who's confident and willing to take charge..." He paused, realizing he was going on a little bit of a rant.

"Sorry, I just got a little carried away there," he said with a small chuckle.

“No, you’re fine. We’re not having this conversation for you to be short. That’s exactly what I mean though, everything you said. I’m a lot to handle. And I’m not saying I need a man to ‘handle’ me, but I guess being grounded back down to earth at times…or even ‘handling’ me would be nice. I like a man a lil’ rough around the edges,'' I laugh softly.

"You like a man that's rough around the edges, huh? Someone who can really 'take control' of the situation?” Toji teased back, his voice going a little bit deeper.

I was enjoying how this conversation was going, our flirting felt entirely natural. But I didn’t wanna get ahead of myself yet.

I giggle softly as I reply, “Exactly. That’s exactly what I want,” I confirm, “But what about you? I…don’t want to be intrusive, but I’m just a little curious about Megumi’s mother. What happened to her? Were you guys together before she…passed?”

Silence comes within the phone. I immediately felt bad for even asking the question, quickly correcting myself as I spoke, “I’m sorry—“

"You’re good. We were together before she was pregnant with Megumi but...she passed away shortly after. She was…”

“We don’t have to finish this conversation, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” I reply, hearing his voice becoming different.

"It's fine, really,” he continues, “We were together. We had Megumi, but then she passed from birth complications.”

“I understand. My um…my birth mom actually passed away when giving birth to my youngest brother, which left me and my second brother to go into foster care early—but my family now is perfect. So I understand the feeling you get when you speak about her. I don’t know the actual feeling because that was someone you loved romantically, but my mom was my mom, so…” I shifted my body on the sofa, distracting myself not to become upset, “I get it. Grief comes with time, time comes with patience, patience comes with preservation.”

“And here I thought you were just someone I met by chance,” I feel relieved to hear him teasing again.

I laugh softly, “And here I thought you were some hot guy that looks like a villain, or might be a villain! Clearly there’s more to you than that, and it’s very sweet. But, it seems like you’ll have a little competition in trying to win my affection,” I remind jokingly.

“Villain? Shit, might be. But I don't mind the competition. I'm up for it if you are,” He speaks confidently.

“Competing against your baby son? Shame, Toji,” I shake my head, “I think he had me first, though.”

"Damn. That’s crazy. I guess he does have you all to himself then, huh? But for real, I’m not even jealous. It's just funny seeing him take such an interest in someone. He usually doesn't show much expression to other people, but he really went out of his way to want to know you. So you can take that as a compliment."

“I do, actually. It seems like he’s tired of your ass, he needs a womanly touch,” I playfully insult.

"Oh really? You think you know more about my son than I do?”

“Mmm, I’m not too sure. I mean, I don’t have any kids, yet I somehow knew your baby was teething before you did…weird, right?” I mock his sarcasm.

"Yeah, right. Like you, some lonely ass woman who's got no kids can know more about my own son than me, even though you haven't even spent an hour with him yet,” He scoffed back, “I bet you don't even know that he started a new habit recently."

“Ouch, I am not lonely!” I chuckle, “I have two cats, actually. They’re great companions. And what’s this new habit he started? I’m curious,” I reply.

"He’s really into Doc Mcstuffins, as you can currently hear in my background. He also started chewing his thumb. He'll do it when he gets fussy, or he can't get to sleep...” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked about Megumi.

“I hope you didn’t take that baby’s pacifier away before he was ready. He’s looking for it, asshole!” I insult, “That’s why he’s chewing on his thumb. You should try putting his pacifier in the freezer and then giving it to him. He’ll love that. And yes, I am a cat lady, better than a fussy man around my house, eating all my food and paying no damn bills!”

"Hey, I didn't take his pacifier away! I would never do that to him. But you're right, I haven't tried the freezer thing with his pacifier yet before. I should do that soon, and see how he takes it."

“Good. The coldness on his teeth will really help that process of them coming in. See, maybe he ran to me because he needed a girly touch to things. The boy knows what he wants in a woman,” I hum.

"Mmm, I think he just wanted to see if he could get a better reaction out of you. I guess he was bored of me. Although, the only type of 'girly touch' I can imagine you doing to a guy is kicking him. You seem far too aggressive for someone that wants to be seen with more of a ‘womanly touch’.”

“Oh god. You did not just hit me with the angry black woman trope. Megumi was practically in love with me. Don’t act like you don’t like my aggression and hostility, otherwise you wouldn’t be on the phone with me,” I laugh.

He laughs, “Nah. It’s not like that. Maybe aggression is kind of 'my thing.' I do have a little bit of a kink for that..." He said, teasing me again.

“Mhm, exactly. I know you think it’s a little sexy, so shut up,” I reply, “ But, I guess to prove that he is in fact in love with me, a second interaction is needed.”

"A second interaction? So you think you're definitely going to win his heart this time, huh?"

“I’ve already won it. And if I don’t, you can laugh in my face for it, hm?” I suggest.

“Imma’ have to set up a second interaction then, just to see which one of us is the winner. I’m not finna’ let you take the heart of my son! I have too much pride for that."

“It’s a deal then. Give me a time, and I’ll be there,” I hum, feeling completely comfortable in this conversation.

"How about... in 3 days. Does that work for you?" I could suddenly hear a flirtatious vibe in his voice.

Three days felt like a very short time. I don’t know why I went from being comfortable to nervous. To be able to actually see this man in person again, it made me…intimidated. But it also made me very curious.

“Mmm, in three days? I think I can do that. Make sure everything’s together in my shop, so I can have all the time for you and your little miniature self,” I chuckle.

"I'll make sure everything is prepared then. But you also better prep yourself as well, you don't know what to expect fuckin’ with me,” he speaks cockily, my eyes rolling at his confident tone.

“You say that as if I’m supposed to be intimidated. I think you should be more worried about handling me, Toji…” I drawled his name sultrily, wanting to play him at his own game.

“Oh for real? And why exactly should I be worried about handling you?" he questioned, his cocky tone returning.

“I’m a shower more than a teller. Guess I’ll just leave that in mystery now.”

"If that's the case, then it seems like I have three days to figure out what kind of woman you actually are before we 'compete' for Megumi's love’,” He said.

“Mmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll answer the phone, maybe I won’t,” I playfully responded.

"Then I guess I should make sure I stay near the phone the entire weekend, huh? You really want to win Megumi over? Or is it something else?"

“Don’t turn this around on me. Now, I fell in love with little Megumi. It’s a plus that his father is incredibly sexy, so, maybe I am looking for more. But so are you,” I speak slowly, flirting into the phone.

"Be more specific when you tell me what you want from me.”

I raise my eyebrows. Why the fuck did that kinda arouse me?

I clear my throat as I reply, “Damn. You making demands already? So dominant. You want everything your way, I can tell,” I point out, “But, maybe I’m…interested in you romantically as well. God, I should’ve lied, I can feel that cocky ass smirk on your face as I speak.”

“I am dominant,” he corrects me, “But repeat what you said. Are you romantically interested in me?”

I roll my eyes, “Yes, Toji. Happy?”

“Very.”

“Mhm. I think you like that idea a little too much. But, it’s unfortunate that I have to get off the phone. I have to go handle some infuriated customer at the shop, mentally preparing myself for the bullshit as we speak,” I sigh.

“Damn. This late?”

“This late. My shop runs overnight too, my artists love making some money.”

“Me and your artists have that in common… I wanted to talk to you a little bit longer,” he admits.

“Seems like someone’s more interested than they make themselves to be,” I flirtatiously hum, “But seriously, I do have to go. I’m sorry. You’ll see me in three days, so…think on that.”

"I'll be thinking about you for the next three days."

“Goodbye, Toji.” I smiled, hanging up with a small flush on my cheeks. I press my hands to my face as I lay out on the couch, laughing to myself in embarrassment. Dammit. I was such a softy.

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“OKAY. OKAY. FUCK. OKAY, THIS IS GOOD, RIGHT?”

I stand in the mirror of my bedroom, twisting and turning my body as I stare at myself. The black corset clung to my figure. The long skirt I wear is equally tight as my hips struck out, my right hip peeking through from the high slit on one side.

“I mean, it’s not too much, right?” I frown at myself.

“Girl, I’d fuck you. You look amazing,” my friend compliments.

“Thank you. But I’m not looking for him to fuck me, ma’am. I actually…find myself liking him.”

“Ooh, the Ice Queen has a heart?”

“….I might want him to shake my uterus loose. Just a little bit,” I admit.

My friend laughs, “That’s what I thought. But seriously, you look beautiful, Oni’. If he doesn’t want you, we’ll go out to the bar and find a man that does!”

“Thank you. But I don’t want a drunken idiot. I want him,” I say honestly.

My ginger hair comes down in wavy layers as I brush my fingers through it. The color compliments my winged eyes, lips a dark shade of mauve. I hope I can survive in the skimpy strapless heel I wear, a small pink bow on the front straps. I blew out a breath.

“What if he—“

“Girl. You said you were practically caked up with him until damn near five a.m. If the man doesn’t like you, he’s insane.”

I try to shake my insecurities as I exhale, “You’re right. Okay. I’m gonna go, I love you. If I don’t text back in the next two hours, put a police report out on me!”

“Or you’re getting criminally fucked,” my friend smirks.

“You’re disgusting, and that was a horrible pun. Goodbye.”

I hang up the phone, spraying myself of my vanilla perfume as I take another spin in the mirror. I knew I looked good, I just hoped that he felt the same way. Grabbing the small gift bag, I grab my keys as I quickly make my way out of the door.

My heart stammers in my chest as I turn the music up in my Lamborghini, speeding down the road to block out the noise in my head. I usually never had an issue with presenting myself to anyone, especially a man. Why was he any different?

As I think to myself, I look down at the map on the screen of my radio, looking up to see that I was pulling in what looked to be an extremely wealthy neighborhood. All the houses seemed to be older, simple and light colored as I slowed myself down the road. One particular house stood out. As I came to the end of the neighborhood, the last house stood by itself, spaced out between all the others. It was all black, contemporarily styled as it was flat unlike the other houses that were pointed. Most of the walls within this house were glass, my eyes able to see into the home that had all black furniture, marble granite counters and other lavish items. I raised my eyebrow as the map confirmed that I had made it to my destination.

“What the hell…”

I pull my car into the circular driveway, parking next to the three cars that slanted above the grey brick on the ground. They were an all black, matte wrapped Rolls Royce, G-Wagon and a Corvette.

“Huh,” I muttered to myself.

I stepped out of the car, holding my skirt as I slowly made my way up to the front door. My heart began stammering itself again, I took a deep breath as I rang the doorbell. The longer it took for the door to open, the more I thought about just walking away and going home.

The door then swings open, my eyes following up to that same darkly attractive face. This time, with no clothes. He stood there in a dark red towel covering his lower half, using another towel as he dried his onyx hair. My eyes glanced down to the tattoo I’d previously seen, watching it snake all the way up to the side of his neck. The body that I’d see before was now in full view, more perfectly toned and defined up close. His veins traveled in his arms, flexing as he dried himself off.

“Hey, Pretty. I’m sorry for not being ready, Megumi’s pacifier went missing before I put him down for his morning nap, so that fucked up my track of time. You would’ve thought that shit was world war three,” he explains. He eyes me up and down as he then takes my hand, kissing my palm. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” I replied, “And it’s fine…did you find it?”

I try to distract myself as my eyes flicker down to the bulge that stares back at me, bigger than I’d imagine it to be.

“Yeah, in his damn toy box. Let me get dressed, I’ll come meet you back downstairs. Come in.”

I nod my head, watching as he turns away and begins walking down the hall, my upper body leaning into the door as I watch him.

“You still lookin’?” He calls teasingly, obviously noticing my eyes.

“Mhm…” I call back, watching as he disappears down the hallway.

Closing the door behind myself, I notice that all of his shoes are by the front. I take that as a sign that he doesn’t allow shoes on his floor, removing my heels next to the outrageously smaller shoes next to his. My eyes take in the up-close scenery of this house, all black architecture with minimalist decoration. Paintings of women with no faces lay along his walls, silver electronics sat on the tables, leading up to a TV as big as a theater screen. My ears catch attention to the music dancing all around the house, I nearly roll my eyes.

“Of course this motherfucker listens to Brent,” I mutter.

I sit the small gift bag I have against the table, leaning myself on the end as I continue to stare at his home. My eyes come back down as he now appears, fully dressed in a black long sleeve and matching sweatpants.

“The present is for Megumi I’m assuming? Kiss ass,” he disses.

I roll my eyes, “Whatever, hater. Don’t be mad cause you didn’t think of it!”

“What’s in there?” He repeats, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, since you think I’m such a kiss ass, I thought I’d buy some Silicone Teethers for your baby, and to help your big headed ass.”

“My head’s that big?”

“Anyways, I figured these would be better for soothing the pain. You can put these in the freezer. I also got him a new pacifier as well.”

“Cute,” is all he says, his gaze shifting down my body.

“Where’s Megumi?” I then raise my eyebrows, “You’re easily distracted.”

“I can’t help myself,” he shrugs, “He’s still down from his nap earlier.”

“Mmm,” I reply back, scanning him up and down as I compliment, “You have a nice ass house. But what do you do for work? I mean, luxury cars, inputted speakers in the ceiling? You in the mafia or something?”

“You’re half right, but it’s not always mafia related work.”

“Oh hell. I was joking,” I reminded him, “You’re serious?”

“And I get paid damn well for it.”

“And you trust me to keep this secret?”

“You can do whatever you want with that information, see where it gets you.”

“Ooh, boy. Please don’t get smacked,” I threaten.

“I appreciate the stuff you got him, seriously. Thank you. Tryna’ play mommy already?” He grins.

“You wish. The hopeless romantic you are, Toji,” I sigh, “Haven’t even been around me for an hour yet. Sure you aren’t falling in love already?”

“Who said that I wasn’t? I’m a grown ass man, I like you. And?”

He came closer to me as I still leaned against the end of the table, hovering over my frame as he stared down at me. I grinned to myself, “Well I might like you too, but I like playing hard to get.”

“That’s cool, I like to play with my prey before I catch it,” He plays back with me.

I raise my eyebrows, “You’re one arrogant bastard, aren’t you?”

The natural flirtation had returned. I raise my hand out as I place it at the bottom of his shirt, twisting as I tug him forward.

“You like it,” he comes even closer, bringing his eyes down to my lips as he leans in. I then pressed my hand against his lips as I stopped him from kissing me, giggling sultrily as I said, “I think you should go get your son, Toji.”

“Nah, I shouldn’t.”

I shake my head, amused at his now irritated face as I push him back and say, “You should. I’ll be here.”

“You better be,” he gruffly responds, turning as he makes his way back down the hallway of his house. I blew out a breath, my composure coming down as I felt my heart slowly speeding itself up. As I looked around, I began to wonder how many women had been in this house. It wasn’t my business, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t one of his conquests.

I turn my head as I hear footsteps making their way back towards the living room, ridding my mind of all the thoughts I had.

“You look nervous,” he notices.

“Not at all,” I lied.

I look behind him as I hear small footsteps clumsily making their way into the living room, my heart melting all over again as Megumi appears. He wears a brown wool onesie, the hoodie attached to the neck part having animal ears that looked to be bears. He wears a small golden chain around his wrist.

“Don’t ask about the onesie, the boy loves his teddy bears,” Toji shakes his head.

Instead of coming straight towards me, we both watched as Megumi stumbled around the room, observing everything that he could as he walked around. His cheeks were fat and full, movements reckless as he was bumping into things by accident.

I slowly squat down as I smile softly, “Hi, handsome. Miss me?”

Megumi's head quickly turned around as he heard me, his big golden eyes now meeting mine. Excitement comes along his soft face, a squeak releasing from his lips as he nearly falls over, staggering to me. I laugh shockingly as I catch him in my arms, picking him up as I squeeze gently.

"Ah shit. He likes you,” Toji smacks his lips.

“Mmm, I think he does, too. Now, didn’t you say that we were betting on winning his affection? Cause I think I’m doing pretty well. He recognized me all the way from the grocery store.”

“I think you’ve won the bet.”

“I know I did,” Megumi wraps his small arms around my neck and hair, leaning himself against my chest. I cooed, “Hi, sweetheart. I got you something, wanna see?” I knew that he couldn’t respond, but I still wanted to communicate with him.

“Look,” I turn, sitting him against the large black table, pulling out the teether I mentioned earlier. I also grabbed the small rattle I hadn’t mentioned to Toji, placing it in his hand. I take his wrist as I gently shook it from side to side to show him what to do. Megumi began to shake it around, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he did so.

“I think I might’ve chosen the wrong toy for your Daddy’s sake. Seems like he won’t be sleeping for a while,” I whisper, playfully rubbing my finger against Megumi’s cheek.

I could hear him chuckling behind me, coming forward as he kissed the baby's cheek, “You like everything, lil’ man?”

“Hm?” I then lift the cold pacifier I have in the bag as well as other cold toys, placing it in his mouth. The baby hummed softly in response, causing me to smile, turning to Toji as I spoke, “He really does like everything!”

“I can tell, you like everything, hm?” He then raises the baby up in the air, giggles flying all around the room. I laugh quietly at their interaction.

“So, how many women have you played house with like this?” I can’t keep this question to myself anymore.

He holds Megumi to his chest as he hears my question, raising his eyebrow as he replies, “Many women, if you really wanna know.”

That made me roll my eyes as he then continued, “But don’t act like you haven’t had as many men in comparison.”

“Mmm, I actually haven’t. But as for you, that’ll be an issue if you expect me to take you seriously,” I tilt my head.

“What are you trying to say?”

I sigh. “You’re sexy, Toji. I’m not stupid to think you don’t have multiple notches on that bed post of yours, you have a child, for god’s sake. Your sexual appetite is probably…hungry at all times. Especially if you had a woman crazy enough to moan that she wanted your child. But seriously, I don’t care about that. I just wanna make sure I’m not another one of your conquests, cause if that’s the case, we can cut this interaction extremely short.”

The amusement on his face makes a glare almost come to mine. When he notices that I’m entirely serious he comes forward as he says “You aren’t,” affirming my suspicion.

“We’ll see,” I then hum. “So, were we gonna spend the rest of the day with Megumi? Or did you want me all to yourself, you did seem a little jealous on the phone,” I tease.

"I would actually like to spend some alone time with you...but if you're okay with just spending the rest of the day with Megumi, I'm fine with that too,” he replies, shrugging as he awaits my answer.

“Mmm, I think I can spend some time with you, Daddy,” I said sultrily, “Where will Megumi be?”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, “Think I’ll probably put him down for his evening nap.”

“Sure. He seems to be…already there,” I giggle as I then notice Megumi passed out on Toji’s chest.

“I’ll go put him down. Want a glass of wine? I don’t do that expensive shit, it isn’t all that good…do you drink Stella Rose?” He asks.

I place my hands on my chest as I sigh dreamily, “You had me at Stella Rose.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, making his way back down the hallway. He then came back and went into the kitchen. I sat myself along the sofa, my eyes sweeping over his large arms, wondering how strong he was. I could feel a chill go down my spine at the thought.

I take the glass out of his hand as I see he also poured himself a glass of brown liquor, “Thank you,” pressing my lips up to the sweet drink. He sits himself against the sofa next to me, scooting me closer to him as he pulls my legs over his thigh.

“So, tell me, what’s the plan for you in a couple of years. You mentioned your….illegal activities, anything else you wanna do career wise?” I curiously ask.

“Mmm, own a jet, build an enterprise, be able to buy Megumi anything he wants under the sun. And…time travel,” he shrugs, sipping his drink.

“I’m assuming you have a plan…” he asks curiously, finding my topic to be intriguing.

“Well, eventually. My business is doing great as of right now. All my artist get paid pretty well for their work, so I want to get to a point where I can open multiple shops nationwide. I’ll have managers for those shops, not even have to do any of the work. Just watch the money roll in,” I shrug.

“Sounds like you’re pretty confident in yourself.”

“I’m pretty cocky when it comes to my career, I’ll admit. I’m a badass tattoo artist, the work speaks for itself. My pen is fucking dangerous,” I admit, taking another sip of my wine, giggling to myself. I was becoming a little tipsy, I knew that.

“I hope you really got the skills to back it up then,” he grins.

“Of course. All the ink on my body, I’ve done myself.”

He scans my body, noticing all the ink upon it. He then asks, “What’s your biggest piece?”

“For sure my tiger. As you can see it kinda swims to my thigh,” I refer to the red ink that scales my skin, “Everything else was kinda out of pure boredom. But pure boredom caused that scar on my ass, so,” I laugh.

"You’re saying that you have more pieces due to pure boredom alone..." He repeated with a soft chuckle, finding it funny. When I mentioned the scar on my ass, he burst out laughing.

"How in the hell...did you get a scar on your ass?" He asked, unable to stop laughing.

“I tried to do a tattoo on my ass and went too hard with the needle. It’s a sad story,” I pout.

" Were you drunk at the time or something?"

I smack his arm as he still laughs, “Hey! Laughing is not allowed. I pride myself on tattooing in any state of mind. But…maybe I was a bit inebriated,” I admit, taking another sip of wine.

“You’re crazy…”

“I have a nice ass, what can I say? I thought some ink would look nice on there,” I shrug, laughing with him.

“I’ll agree, that ass is something else,” he shrugs, finishing off his drink.

“Oh? So you admit you’ve been looking at my ass?” I raise my eyebrow, “And oh, c’mon! I’m sure you have a bad drunk story.”

“Nothing as wild as your shit,” he chuckles.

“Whatever,” I shrug, “Back to this time travel thing, were you serious?”

“Kinda…you know in mythology, time travel is real.”

“Oh god, are you tipsy?” I joke, “Hm. Well, what would you do if you had the ability to time travel?”

“Probably travel back to a time where my family was alive. I’d change a lot,” he responds.

“Pretty understanding. To meet the people that created you is a wondrous adventure, I’d assume. Or a horrible idea. Same difference. I’d steal the Statue of Liberty or something, I don’t give a damn if it’s an important artifact. The bitch is terrifying,” I finish off my glass of wine.

“Something we can agree on. You uh…good on the wine?” He tilts his head.

“Boy, please. I drink wine like I drink water. And what the hell were you drinking? Does it turn you into a monster or something?”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “Nah, nothing like that. It was just Crown. Shit just makes me a little more flirty and outspoken.”

“So your regular self, then?”

“Exactly.”

“So how are you feeling right now then? About me?” I ask curiously.

“About you?” He repeats, thinking to himself, “I’d say I find you pretty charming, funny, sexy. All of the above.”

“And…you’re physically attracted to me?” I lean closer to him, a warmth over my entire body that only happened when I drank. Damn you Stella Rose.

“I’d be lying if I wasn’t, Oni’.”

“Well good, cause I find you pretty attractive as well,” I smile, “If you remember, you um…tried to kiss me before you brought Megumi out,” I mentioned.

“Did I?” He replies, a sarcasm along his face. Now he was playing with me. “I think you liked that shit, didn’t you?”

“I did. I think… I might want you to test your luck again…” I tempted.

“Really?” He grins, seeing as I have a new set of confidence within myself, eyeing me up and down as I crawl closer to him.

“Mhm,” I sat my wine glass down, pushing myself up as I now straddled his lap. I placed his hands on my hips.

His eyes widened slightly, fingers gripping around my hips yet he said nothing as he watched me. I then asked, “What’s wrong?” trailing my finger down his chest, bringing my eyes up innocently.

“…Nothing…” he stumbles, still unable to say more than that.

“What happened to that cocky man that always wanted things his way, hm? I think I miss him…” I trail off, biting back my smile.

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” His eyes come down, staring down at my lips. I could tell that he was tempted to kiss me, and if being honest, I really wanted him to.

“I mean…Toji…” I slowly come forward, hovering my lips right above his as I speak, “If you wanna kiss me…come take what you want.”

It’s almost as if the suggestion made something in him snap. The urge that had been slowly building up was now in control of him, as he leaned forward, closing the tiny distance between our mouths. But instead of just taking what he wanted from me, he started to gently brush his lips against mine in a slower, softer way. With all the flirting I did earlier to get to him, it was his time to do the same.

His lips slowly ran against mine, teasingly touching my bottom lip before he moved to the top one as well. It felt all too enticing. His teasing caused me to grip the bottom of his shirt, twisting it slightly as he made me aroused. I whimpered at this movement embarrassingly, wanting to pull him closer. He couldn't help but smirk. He slowly grabbed my hips as he brought himself closer to me. I wanted more.

“Don’t play with me,” I beg, “Kiss me.”

"I think I'll keep playing..." He countered, thankfully having no plans to keep me waiting any longer. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he moved his mouth against mine, passion flooding in. My words had caused him to lose control of himself, and the flirty talk from earlier was nowhere in sight. He also wanted more. Badly.

I moved my lips with his, nearly losing my senses as his tongue was in my mouth, taking control of the kiss as if he were trying to assert his dominance. I relaxed in his hold, allowing myself to submit to him. I was in a trance. I’d never been so aroused from just a kiss, the ache between my thighs beginning to grow as I slowly grind myself against him, moaning softly at the feeling.

He was practically filled with adrenaline. His hands gripped tightly around my hips as my moan echoed in the room, he moaned softly in response to my movement. His lips ran aggressively against mine, tongue exploring my mouth. When he pulled back, I now felt his lips along my throat, holding the side of my neck as he sucked the skin. I closed my eyes and breathed harshly, “T—Toji…I think you’re a little drunk…” I giggle, my breath hitching intensely.

"Yeah...maybe I am a little bit..." He muttered softly against my neck as he continued to lightly suck, enjoying the way I was reacting to his actions. He definitely wasn't stopping what he was doing, now biting my flesh.

I moaned at the slight pain from him biting the skin, feeling myself becoming more aroused. I could feel my corset lowering, my nipples being exposed to him and my face flushed in embarrassment as I tried to pull the material up. I kept thinking, was this gonna lead to sex? Was I ready for that with him?

“Toji…I just…wait,” I breathed, his mouth all over my skin, “I just…wanna make sure that this is the right time for us to do this…” I kept talking, moaning as he continued to touch me.

"Well...” He breathed out in between kisses, “When do you think is the right time?"

“I don’t know��I—guess there isn’t necessarily a t—time,” I responded, aroused at every touch he made against my skin, I moaned again for him as I whimpered, “S—so…good…”

I knew the way I answered with a stutter caused his eyebrow to raise in curiosity, deciding to probe a little further. His hands roamed all over my body as his kisses traced my neck, speaking to me in a flirty tone.

"So...you're telling me...that it doesn't necessarily matter the time when we do this? Because...if that's the case..." He sighed, hands sliding down to my thighs.

“N—no…” I shivered, realizing that he was now messing with me. I wanted him to continue. Dammit. Why was I nervous again? I could barely respond back to him. I inhaled a sharp breath as I then felt his hand find my hair, tugging as he used his other hand to grip my throat, pulling me close to his face.

"Ahh...so now you're getting scared..." he whispered into my ear.

“I’m not scared…” I panted, trying to remove his hand from my throat as he gripped a bit tighter, pulling me so close to his face as he cockily smiled. I couldn’t help it, I loved the way he was talking to me.

"You sure?" His hand readjusted with the intent to squeeze harder if I kept resisting.

“M’…not scared of you, Toji…” I gritted out my teeth.

The way I spoke made him smirk even more at my words. He wanted to hear me say something.

"Oh? Well, what are you scared of, then?" He whispered softly against my ear, the hand that was previously in my hair sliding up my thighs, squeezing my ass gently.

I was nervous to actually admit this. I then closed my eyes as I responded, “How r—rough you can be…” I admit. I was intimidated by him, but it only excited me more.

"That’s how you want it?"

I nodded my head, shivering at his mouth against my ear, “Yes, please.” I nodded again.

I barely had time to react. My breath hitched as he then flipped our positions on the sofa, I grunt as he bent me over the furniture, pushing my back inward so I arched my body against him. He ripped my skirt off of my legs, my ears hearing the material shred lightly. I jump as he spanks the skin of my thigh.

“So polite…”

“Toji…I…”

I took in another sharp breath as he pulled me upwards to where my back met with his chest, his hand coming around from behind as it gripped my throat, pulling me close to him. He used his other hand as he ripped the lace of my underwear apart, the fabric trickling down to the ground. My eyes flicked upwards to the wall across from us. I could see myself in full view. He twisted my hair in his fist, tugging me up to look in his eyes. Leaning down, he spread my flesh apart with his fingers as he attached his mouth between my legs, immediately sucking on my clit. I closed my eyes as a moan plummeted from my lips. I arched myself forward, his hand in my hair pulling me backwards onto his tongue, mouth creating a sloshing sound against my core. I groaned at the feeling, swaying my hips to match his movement. He grunted against my skin, spanking his palm down on my ass in repetitions.

My stomach cramped as I tensed, arching myself down to see him from behind me. His eyes flicked up to mine, a grin surfacing against my skin. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands under my legs, pulling me backwards as he moaned, full on making out with my lower lips, tongue continuously dipping in and out of my opening.

“‘Shit ain’t never tasted so good, baby. Never had anything like you. Imma eat your shit until you squirt,” he groans.

It’s unfortunate that I wasn’t too long from doing that. I could barely hold myself together, circling my hips onto his face, his tongue lapping as if he starved for me, ached for me. He was chaotic in the best way, face diving entirely into me, sucking harshly on my clit as he gripped my hips, grinding me against his tongue. I could feel myself gushing before I could realize. He encourages, “Yeah, baby. She listening to me, huh?”

I shuddered against him, taking in the breath I’d lost as he now fully stands. He removed his shirt, throwing it to the side as he brought his eyes to mine.

“Come take these off, see what’s finna’ be yours soon.”

I turn fully, seeing him back up. “Crawl,” he demands.

The heat in my body turned up with every word he said. I lower myself off the sofa, placing my hands in front of each other as my legs sultrily follow, flicking my eyes up to his as I pull his sweatpants down. His length springs in front of my face, bigger than I’d seen from his bulge earlier. It was heavy in my hand as I immediately brought my fingers around it, his hand coming back into my hair as he tugged my eyes upwards, “You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Of course you fuckin’ do,” he pulls my jaw open, sliding himself in between my lips, filling my mouth until I felt him in the back of my throat. He grunts, my mouth bobbing against his hips as I choke, humming out the drool releasing from the sides of my lips.

I tried my best to keep up with his movements, swaying my neck back and forward as I closed my eyes, moaning as he fixed himself to the back of my throat. He pulls out from my mouth, slapping himself against my tongue as he speaks, “Treating this shit like it already belongs to you, hm?”

I nod my head. He leans himself down as he slides his hand to where it meets the side of my face, keeping a slight grip of my jaw beneath his fingers. I had never seen myself be this immediately submissive towards a man. But I also didn’t feel bad about it either.

“Wanna put it back in your mouth, or you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me.”

“Please?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Please,” I softly repeat myself.

“That’s what I thought,” he replies smugly, lightly smacking the side of my cheek. I have the urge to roll my eyes, nipples hardening at the hand along my face.

As I’m back against the sofa, I turn myself to face the mirror to see my expression was now purely filled with lust, wanting to fulfill the fantasy I imagined every time I stared at him. He follows behind me as he brings his hand to back of my neck. I had no room to argue as he leaned me forward, my nipples pressing against the leather material. He takes his other hand as he grips my hip, tip bobbing up and down gently along my folds. He pushed himself in inch by inch, stretching me in a way I’d never felt before, causing my mouth to drop open. I gasped loudly. I felt a deep pinch in my lower stomach, the feeling equally overriding in a deep sense of pleasure. I whimpered loudly, “Tojiii…”

He couldn't help but grin at the way I reacted to him. His grip around my throat became tighter when he heard these things, my shivering continuing as our hips met one another. Chills crawled up my spine. He moved slowly at first, taking his time as it caused me to drag out a moan, feeling every single pleasure from him. I closed my eyes, using the sofa as leverage as I found something to hold onto. “Oh god…”

His gentle movement allowed this feeling to last a lifetime. My moans seemed to be something that he found extremely hot, planning to continue the pace to keep it going for as long as possible. His hand circled around to the front of my throat, continuing to move against me, not speeding it up just yet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted more or if this was just as perfect.

“Oh my…” I gasped, trembling as I bit my lip to control my voice. His slow movements were driving me insane, feeling so good. I couldn’t hide the amount of pleasure I felt as I kept talking to him, “Baby…” I called, finding another term of endearment for him, “F—Feels so good,” I nodded my head.

“I know.”

I continued to gasp, shake, moan, and whimper. He knew it was driving me insane, wanting to keep moving slowly for as long as possible. My words were more than enough to fill his ego. He continued to go at the same pace for a bit, then began to speed up. He was curious to see just how much more pleasure he could make me feel.

My grip on the sofa became tighter. He loosened his hold on my throat as he then moved that same hand upwards as he slid his fingers in my mouth, using the leverage to pull me back against him. I then began helping him, moving myself back to match his rhythm, causing me to moan a bit louder.

“Toji….” Is all I could say, my head falling back as I moaned, his fingers shoving deeper in my throat. I lost control of my own rhythm, the leverage he had against me stronger as he bounced me back onto him. My eyes fluttered shut as I gasped from the feeling, whining as I continued to filthily bounce against him. I babbled, “Toji…baby…my god….” I just couldn’t stop myself. I slowly began to feel pleasurable tears forming in my eyes.

"Is that all you can say at this point? Is that what I've reduced you to? Just a simple whimper and my name?” He says back to me, continuing to thrust himself back in. His rhythm became faster as he dragged me back down more aggressively. My noises became louder, more feminine and filled with pleasure. He was right. I couldn’t stop moaning his name. He then added another hand to my throat, now gripping it harder this time with two hands as I bounced back and forth.

“Toji…I—I can’t…” I panted, whining as I wrapped my hand around one of his wrists, neither of his hands letting up from their hold against my throat. I looked up as I could see the mirror across from the sofa, my eyes closing embarrassingly as I could see myself. My flustered and submissive face. When I saw Toji noticing my stare, I grunted as he forcefully pointed my face to the mirror, now snapping his hips into mine.

“You’re a big girl, Oni’. I know you can talk to me. You can't do what?” He asks, “Look at you, big girl” . He keeps my face up to my reflection, “Taking my dick like this. Your pussy is gripping the fuck out of me. She likes it, so I know you do. Keep whining. I love that shit.”

I closed my eyes, unable to hold myself together anymore. I cried out, “Oh my goddd. I love the way you’re fucking me, baby. Yes,” I groaned, crying out louder as he never stopped his movements.

He smiled as I cracked beneath him, my moans uncontrollable at this point. The way I cried out for him was a way I never responded to any man in bed. His hands now tightened around my throat in a way that it was almost too much, yet there was no second of my mouth shutting. I just kept going.

“I hate you,” I cried, “You’re making me feel so… fucking good,” I moaned loudly, my eyes unable to snatch themselves away from his face in the mirror.

His grip finally loosened a bit, still remaining firm as he started to go even faster against me. His low laugh echoed along the room in a way that heightened my embarrassment. However, he'd keep going anyway.

He pulled me upward and close to his chest, holding me firmly as he fucked me. My ears listened as he brought his lips to them, speaking filthily, "You know you love it when I choke you, right? You like the fact that I take control…You like being used by me..”

I closed my eyes, whimpering and crying like a baby. I nodded my head as I trembled, “Yes. Yes. Yesssss…” was all I could make out.

Our bodies were in unison, his ego most likely in the high heavens by now. The way he spoke filthily into my ear would only cause him to hit more buttons, he held my face tightly in his hold, voice right in my ear. He spoke into it, sending chills down my spine.

"Say it, baby…”

“…Say..what…” I panted heavily, bringing my eyes away from the mirror.He was implausible, never slowing down his movements. I was listening.

"Say you belong to me..." He spoke in a firm tone, holding both of my hands down behind my back as he kept up with his movements.

“N—no,” I stuttered, biting my lip as I lowered my head. He used the leverage he had on my arms pulled behind me and pulled me up again, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror as he bounced me back onto him harder than before. I whined, my entire body trembling beneath him. The fact that I didn't immediately obey his commands caught his attention, as he'd grip me harder to make me look at myself as well as him. The bouncing back and forth on the sofa made my muscles weak as he kept going, speaking to me through both the mirror and his own mouth.

"Such a stubborn girl...do you want to be owned by me, or do I need to break you first..."

I closed my eyes, saying nothing in response. I could feel the arrogance pouring off of him, a low sob releasing from my chest as he tugged me back against him, my arms begging to be released from his hold. His smirk grew even more as I didn't respond to his words, keeping me close to his body. He knew I enjoyed every second of this.

“My fuckin’ god….Daddy,” I whined, my entire body purely hot from embarrassment as I called him this, his movements making me submissively chaotic. I watched him in the mirror, unable to hold myself together as I kept babbling, “I’m yours, baby. It’s yours. All of it. Just don’t stop. My god. Don’t stop.”

I spoke all of this into the mirror. I meant every word I said. His hips plummeted into mine, merciless as our skin slapped together. My entire vision filled with the image of my own body, hot and trembling, as he continued to go.

“Tell me I’m yours, I love when you talk to me. Tell me I’m fucking yours,” I cry, knowing I’d hate myself later for it, “Tell me I’m a good girl, I’m listening, you make me feel so good. No one has…” I took in another breath, “Ever made me f—feel this good.”

"You're mine," he spoke now, sounding more aggressive and demanding.

“Say it again,” I beg, seeing the tears in my face as I looked in the mirror, biting my lip as I couldn’t stop moaning.

He smirked as I begged. He knew I would despise myself later on, but the words made him smile even more. It all filled him with so much arrogance.

“You’re mine.” He repeated this to me, drilling himself between my hips, skin wetly coming together each time he was inside me.

“Yes. I’m yours baby, all yours. Yes. Yes. Yes.…” I said through each movement, crying out in a way I’d never heard myself before.

"And you belong to me?” He asks, grin on his face as he'd make the movements a bit slower. As if he was teasing me for the next answer.

“Nobody else, Daddy,” my tears poured in a quick stream, dropping down onto the sofa as he had his way with me.

The way he heard these words, the way I answered him so quickly. I knew for a fact that I’d never forget tonight, and he knew that I’d be begging for him again soon. Very soon.

“I’m so close….I’m gonna…please don’t stop, Toji. Please…” I called to him, full on crying now, my body trembling so hard that I had to firmly hold myself up.

"Beg me..." he demanded. He was moving slower, as if he was teasing me even more. There was no tiredness in his voice, as I was becoming extremely exhausted from each movement he made against me.

“I’m begging, baby. Please. I’ll never stop fucking begging,” I cried, dragging out my words.

"Good girl..." he spoke, a chuckle hiding in his tone. My tension began to rise, my body becoming harder and harder to hold as he was still going slow. His grip on my throat didn't loosen this time, holding onto me firmly. I could feel that same pinch beginning to build in the pit of my stomach, begging to be released from his pleasurable touch.

My body relaxed, my wet eyes shutting and taking him as he sped up again. I giggled as I whined, “That’s it , baby. Just the way I wanted it. Yessss.”

"Just a little bit more..."

“Yes…just a little more…I’m gonna….” My wet eyes cascaded tears from them, looking up into the mirror as I watched him. “Look at me, look how good you’re making me feel, I…I’ll never think about anyone else…”

He moaned at my words. The way he made me see myself in the mirror, he knew this was exactly what I wanted. His movements became more sloppy, tugging me back and forth in a way he didn’t care, like he hated me. He wanted me to beg for him again.

“I….just…don’t stop. Right there…that’s my spot…you’re hitting it so good…” I whined, my body shivering chaotically.

"Is that a good spot for you, baby?" A cockiness had never left his voice, almost mocking mine. He angled himself as he lowered down, swiveling his hips into me, my hips wining as they followed his motion.

“Y-es,” my voice broke as I spoke back, hiccuping my cries, “I’m falling in love with the way you’re fucking me….” I jumbled out, not even hearing my own words as they came out in moans. He slowly pulled himself out as he then slammed back into me. No noise releases from my mouth as it’s now agape, eyes rolling to the back of my head as if I were possessed.

“Toji…I’m close…” I bit my lip again, fluttering my wet eyes, my body unable to hold itself up.

“Don’t tell me something I already know. Look at that pretty fucking face,” he forces my eyes up to the mirror again, twisting his hand in my hair as he turned my ear to his lips. His voice was like a sinister taunt in my mind, reading how much power he had over me as he continued, “Squirt all over my dick. Paint it like it’s finna’ be yours. It is yours,” he grips my hair tighter, pulling himself out slowly as he moans, “Look at you, baby, creaming my shit. Looks like you want to cum. Might have to give you more than that,” he doesn’t stop. He slams back in, bouncing me back with just one hand as he promises, “Megumi needs a sibling. Might just give you a fucking baby.”

I screamed. I screamed in a way that I never screamed before. My body trembled, the pressure at the bottom of my stomach releasing as I orgasmed. I turned my head towards him as I begged, “Kiss me Daddy, please.”

His breath was heavy as he heard me finally reach my climax, he knew all of this was just the result of him keeping me on the edge and teasing for so long. The sound of me screaming with pleasure filled his ear, that fucking scream of mine, it was something that would haunt my memory for a long long time to come. The way I begged him at the end made his grip loosen on my throat, turning his face over to kiss me.

He moaned against my lips, a kiss more intimate than any time before entering my mouth as I felt a warmth filling inside me, his body never completely stopping as we grind against each other. I whimpered as my body relaxed, accepting the kiss further. Making out with this man in a way that I would’ve kissed my husband. I was fucking crazy. As I opened my eyes, I fully saw myself for the first time. My makeup was all over my face, mascara running down my cheeks as I stared at him. My entire face was completely red. I couldn’t believe who I had become. It was as if he could see all of my thoughts. But instead of being empathetic, he simply brought his hand around my throat as he hovered his face over my neck, dragging his tongue along the skin. I laughed sultrily, breathless in my entire being as all I said was, “You really are fuckin’ evil.”

The sound of Megumi crying also filled my ears with his arrogant chuckle. That reaction told me that from that point on, I was indeed fucked.

“Damn right,” he grunted. 

[theuncannyshii]

Toji headcanons

Toji loves your fiery, sassy attitude and secretly enjoys when you boss him around. He finds your stubbornness and quick wit irresistible. You both bicker like a power couple but it’s clear to everyone that you’ve got his heart on lock.

“Toji, I said I wanted hot fries, not these regular ones! Who told you to switch up?”

“I told myself. What you gon’ do, huh? Fight me?”

“Bet.”

You lost. Btw.

Toji’s got a thing for kissing you in public, especially when he notices anyone staring too long. He’ll grab your chin and pull you into a slow, passionate kiss just to show you off.

Which, we don't care.

“Toji, not here..?! People are watching!”

“Let ‘em watch. Gotta remind these fools who you belong to.”

“You so cocky.”

“Nah, just proud. You’re too fine to keep to myself.”

Before you can argue, he plants a kiss on you that leaves your knees weak.

At night, you’re wrapped in his arms while he tells you stories in that deep, husky voice about his bounties. He doing too much. But come morning, Toji’s all over you, teasing you with kisses and sly grins until you both end up “late” for the day.

“Yo, babe, wake up.”

“Toji, it’s too early for your mess.”

“Mess? Nah, I was just tryna see if you’re still mad I ate your leftovers.”

“You WHAT?!”

“Relax, baby. I’ll buy you more… at some point.”

[backwzzds]

#SAINT! let’s have sex in the bank, tell em to open the safe.

99% LOADING…

#RULES! #VALORA!

☆ 9teen. roronoa zoro & trafalgar law’s babymuva. nico robin’s princess. mother of the plug!law, sensei!zoro, plug!zoro & dbf!shanks series.

#HER LOSS! since you’ve been gone:

what you want (r. zoro) plug zoro (r. zoro) choose me (t. law)

#FOR ALL THE DOGS! what’s hot:

love me (c. springer) spoil you (e. jaeger) daddy got you (s. riley)

#MASTERLIST!

☆ all my stories are fem!black readers with chubby readers also in mind. will never be stated otherwise.

one piece

bleach

attack on titan

vinland saga

jujutsu kaisen

gangsta.

crossovers

[kawaiiblossoms04]

A little sneak of one of the chapters to come! It’s starting to get a little spicy 🌶️

"W-What are you—"

Before you could finish, the sharp crack of his palm meeting your skin echoed in the room. A stinging burn spread instantly, and you jerked forward with a startled yelp, your breath hitching at the unexpected sensation.

"Wait—" you gasped, voice uneven as his large hand pressed over the curve of your bare ass, his grip firm and unrelenting. Your thighs twitched involuntarily beneath his touch.

Sukuna paused, his lips curling into a dark, mocking grin. "Not what you expected, was it, princess?" His tone dripped with amusement, but his crimson eyes glinted with something far more dangerous.

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation, the reality of your position crashing down on you. "B-Bastard," you spat, voice trembling despite your effort to sound defiant.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if disappointed. "Since you can't seem to learn, it's time I make it stick." His words hung heavy in the air, each one a threat. "You're mine. My rules, my terms. And you crossed the line the moment you dared to dig your filthy little nails into my skin."

"It's nothing serious, really..." he hissed, "...the scratch. But, I'm the General. A Prince." His voice dropped an octave, dark and commanding. "I won't tolerate a bitch like you running wild, defying me at every turn." The slap that followed made you bite back a curse, your breath catching in your throat.

The strikes stung like hell, but resisting only seemed to fuel him, to heighten the thrill he took in asserting his dominance.

Before you could respond, his hand came down again—harder this time. The sharp smack reverberated through the room, leaving your skin searing with pain. "It's just a scratch," you mumbled weakly, immediately regretting your words as his glare sharpened.

You glanced at him, as he rubbed your tender behind. Before his palm struck across the left cheek. "Ghaa!" you gasped and let out a curse and cursed yourself at not following the damn rules. You wiggled to pull out of his grip, but he had a solid hold on your thighs.

Sukuna scoffed, striking your other cheek with the same precision. "And this is just a spanking," he countered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The sting was unbearable, but you bit down hard on your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

You gripped his ankle tightly, breath hitching as you fought against his unrelenting grip. Each strike jolted your body, the sting sharper and more unbearable with every blow.

He studied you intently, crimson eyes narrowing as he took in every shiver, every twitch. Your lashes fluttered, nipples hardening against your will, a trail of goosebumps spreading across your skin. Your thighs rubbed together in a futile attempt to quell the unbearable sting, and your belly quivered with each labored breath. He loved how vulnerable you were at the moment and loved the fact, he was in charge.

"How many are we at?" Sukuna asked casually, his fingers tracing the red, swollen marks he'd left on your skin. His question was rhetorical, but there was a sadistic glint in his eye. "I'll start over if you've lost count."

You whimpered, not having a damn clue what number or how much you had actually gone through, but you were desperate to appease him.

"D-don't," you begged. You felt defeated. "T-Twenty-two," you stammered, the number a desperate guess. You prayed he wouldn't call your bluff.

Your body trembled at his sadistic smirk.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Lying to me again, are we?" His hand landed on your butt with a resounding smack. "One. We'll start over."

Get caught up!

Story Title: A Rose in a Gilded Cage

All rights reserved © 2025 KawaiiBlossoms. Do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my works on any platform.

[n-imaq]

Gojo 🤝 Nanami : casting 4 black flashes on the same day + having the left side of your body burnt off then dying

honestly it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Yuuji is so good at using black flashes #like father like son (sorry Todo but it runs in the family)

[neptunesopening]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

summary: maki with a s/o completely opposite of her

warnings: none

everyone is so shocked she got a quiet and more introverted s/o like you

it’s honestly shocking to maki herself also, she’s so loud & brash and you’re so shy and to yourself

but she wasn’t even the one who pulled you, you pulled her

it was a regular day at jujutsu high and maki was talking to panda when you came up to her. “hi maki” you said kind of quietly. “oh hey y/n, what’s up?” she turned towards you.

“would you like to grab a bite or something later? it’s ok if you don’t.” you said looking at your feet to scared to look at her. “yeah i would love too! come to my dorm around like 7:00 ish.” you perked up and smiled. “ok see you then”

you had put on your best outfit and walked to maki’s dorm. you knocked and she opened it and greeted you. “hi there. give me one minute i have to put my shoes on really quick.” you nodded and patiently waited.

“ok i’m ready to go now.” you both walked to a diner. you got seated in a booth and we’re sitting across from each other.

you used the menu to hide your face because you were nervous and didn’t know what to say. “so, what do you want? i think i want the burger with a side of fries.” maki said noticing the clear silence from you.

“um i think i want the pancakes with bacon.” maki nodded. you both ordered and your food showed up rather quickly.

you chatted over dinner and walked back to the dorms. “hey, this was nice y/n, thanks for asking me out today.” you nodded and smiled. you hurried and left a kiss on maki’s cheek and ran away with a goodbye.

she smiled and went back to her dorm and that’s how you started dating. ever since then you would have to break up fights between maki & panda & deal with them bringing you into everything.

“i do not do that at all panda shut up.” maki says, rolling her eyes. “well let’s ask y/n then” panda turns to you. you always give the same answer every time without fail. “leave me alone panda, just because i’m her s/o doesn’t mean you can always drag me into stuff.” you would then continue to talk to inumaki.

a/n - L ending but i didn’t know how else to end it

[vaderjoh]

We are finally gonna see sukuna go down I've been praying for times like this. BIG NOB is back with the clutch assist! I always had a feeling she was alive as she was the only other person that can do damage to the soul.

[girlreblogger]

that was a long kiss

implied after… this a black reader! curls is just to resonate with more ppl. you may have looser curls, tighter curls wtv.

“hi.” your voice was quiet, but you were grinning from ear to ear with your comfy duvet that was littered with small pink flowers all over it scrunched up over your chest. “hii” his deep voice dragged out the word playfully while his lips pulled up into a smile.

he’s laying on his side with an elbow propped up just to stare at your pretty face. He was also wrapped up in the same pink and white bed sheets. when he first saw your bedroom, he hated how much of a contrast it was from him. but now he finds all the “cute” flowery stuff you have endearing.

“hmm.. how are you so handsome?” now you're looking at him with a stern thinking face, reaching a hand out from under the covers to trace the dark thick eyebrows he had, admiring his unnecessarily long lashes and his nice plump lips.

for some reason, you both felt the need to speak quieter to each other tonight. only when necessary, using small phrases and words to listen out for each other's breaths and heartbeats. “mm. I don't know..” his low voice trailed off to notice your own beauty. simply laying in bed with a bed sheet draped over you, wearing your pretty curls, and that beautiful face on display just made you the sexiest woman alive to him. were you really his girlfriend?

‘damn did I get lucky.’

after you scanned his face his eye met yours “c’mere.” he grabbed your hand that was rubbing the side of his face oh so gently to pull you onto him. one of his hands cupped the side of your face while the other was on the opposite side of your neck. there was a brief moment of eye contact before his flickered closed and he was kissing your lips.

his were so soft and smooth that you couldn't help but melt a little. feeling his hands press onto your skin the more passionate the kiss got had you back into the puddle of goo that was getting you back in the same position you we're in earlier. boy was that a long kiss.

✿ geto! jean. nanami. choso. toji. grimmjow. renji. eren. zoro. gojo. worick. and wtv other character you like!

[fishbowlmysterioo]

Bali, Baby! Pt. 1 - Satoru/Suguru/Reader

credit for this incredible image here!

pairings: past!satoru x reader, suguru x reader, past!satoru x suguru

warning: overstimulation, edging, cheating (?), vaginal fingering, it's not really a warning but everyone is queer bc I'm queer and that's how it is

summary: your ridiculous ex has decided to drag you to vacation plans the two of you made in the past. what could possibly go wrong? well actually, just about everything now that you’ve hooked up with both your and Satoru's best friend Suguru the night before you leave for vacation. so what ELSE could possibly go wrong?

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025003

“Two weeks?”

“Two weeks, Sugu, two fucking weeks!”

“And your flight leaves tomorrow?”

“And my flight leaves TOMORROW!”

Suguru’s in the middle of retying his hair when you suddenly shout, startling both him and the other guests here. The framed scribbles and crookedly hung paintings covering the walls make the small coffee shop you’re currently in seem that much smaller. It also kindly reminds you that they’re doing little to contain your outburst. 

You hear the slightest chuckle from Suguru as you look around the shop and take in the sight of forgettable and slightly annoyed faces glancing at you. As you raise your hand and nod awkwardly in some sort of apology at the frowning face, Suguru’s chuckles turn into full on laughter. Of course when your annoyed eyes meet his humored honeyed ones, he manages to seal his lips almost immediately into an amused yet quiet smile.

With the amount of stress you’ve been under lately, it’s no surprise that it’s dribbling out of you at the seams. The strenuous months, the neverending weeks, the exhausting days, came to a point meeting with one of your pickier clients. It was a meeting — an official integration signing — that you’d been working on for the better part of a year now and somehow, someway, you woke up late. 

As you were running late, clamoring onto the subway and fighting with a very orny elderly man, some random interns — now former interns — had deleted entire files that were in the middle of being backed up by IT. Files that pertained the client’s history, previous sales, all important information that impacted their place in the business. On top of running late, on top of fighting with the elderly, on top of important information disappearing into the ether, you also spilled coffee all over your favorite blouse. A large stain that definitely wouldn’t be coming out any time soon. 

In short, today was a nightmare.

And yet all of those events, all of those little disasters, couldn’t even begin to equate to what made today a day for the books. When you’d finally arrived at your office with your assistant not too far behind, Gojo Satoru was in the middle of your room with a mischievous grin you knew all too well. He was sitting on the edge of your desk, arms folded and legs spread wide. He’d ignored the coffee stain on your blouse, ignored the exhaustion in your eyes, and ignored your demanding of why he was here as he exclaimed, ”We’re going to Bora Bora, baby!”

It turns out the location is actually Bali, not Bora Bora, but the blinding light of Satoru’s excitement could not be dimmed by your correction and obvious annoyance. 

By now, the end of your workday, the series of small and big disasters have filled your mind. It feels weighted there as if your brain is wriggling under the weight of your responsibilities. But the longer you stay here, the longer you listen to Suguru laugh at your expense, the weight begins slowly and steadily lifting. With all of the stress from the previous months, weeks, days, you need to rant and rave more than ever. You need to rant and rave specifically to someone that knows Gojo Satoru inside and out. 

The annoying white-haired man had a way of getting under your skin that no one else could even come close to accomplishing. It’s not that you’re patient or impatient. You think you have an...average amount of patience that a person should have. There’s just something about Satoru that annoyed you more than the average person. His nonchalant way of talking, his uncaring attitude, something that made the flippant comments he made that much more irritating.

While people who didn’t know Satoru personally and only ever heard second-hand accounts insisted on you just ignoring him or cutting him off, you knew deep down that the idiot has good intentions. Afterall, you’ve known him better than anyone. He used to be a lot worse in high school. 

So the desire to complain about Satoru led you to someone who knows the two of you very well. Someone like Suguru who is just as kind and patient as Satoru is childish and impatient. 

The sigh you finally let out is a long steady gust of air that never seems to end. When it finally does, Suguru speaks up softly. “Hey, maybe it’s a good thing. When was the last time you actually took a vacation?” 

Large fingers coax and eventually pry at your small ones to loosen their vicious grip around your mug. As you release the thin ceramic and allow those fingers to stroke along the lengths of your hand, you think about the question.

It has been a while.

With adult life eating away at your sanity, you barely had any time for yourself now. Never mind time for your best friends and other close relationships. With how packed your schedule usually is, by the time you did have a break you couldn’t manage much more than keeping to yourself for the day. You were always too tired to hang out with co-workers or long-time friends; always too tired to entertain or be entertained by dates; always... too tired. 

The small blips of time you found between meetings and fancy events was spent rotting away in your bed while watching increasingly bizarre youtube videos in a neverending rabbit hole. This cycle was only broken if Satoru and Suguru managed to call as many times as was necessary to get you to answer the phone. Then the two of them would come over and crawl into bed with you, forcing you to get dressed and go outside or offering to rot away with you depending on just how bad their  day was.

Regardless of how busy they were in their own lives, Satoru and Suguru always seemed to have enough time for you when you were free. Even if Satoru had to break away to make important phone calls while the three of you were shopping or Suguru had to hold his phone over your head in bed and quickly answer emails between movie popcorn breaks. Of course, you tried to put in the same amount of effort, but they always insisted that you take your time.

Suguru especially would tell you to come to them when you had the time and energy to be there, without any sort of stress or worry. 

The problem is you’re always stressed or worried.

Finally, you offer a thoughtful,”Yeah, I guess it’s been a while.”

As you stare into the steaming beige liquid in your mug, you realize that Satoru’s random offer couldn’t have come at a better time. All of the stress weighing you down could wash away in an instant under the warm Bali sun and in the cerulean waters lapping at white sand. Everything you could ever need to reset your perspective and purpose in life could be there.

I t’s the perfect time, the perfect place, and the perfect getaway.

“But it’s so last minute,” you try anyway, even though your mind is somewhat decided,”there are so many things I have to handle at work. I can’t just leave for two weeks.”

Suguru’s thumb glides to the smooth skin of you palm, soothing the creases that have begun to unknowingly form on your forehead. Some of that tension that always seems to linger in your body, in unseen crevices that you can’t reach or see, releases into the air.

Suguru counters your doubt, your pessimism, immediately as he says firmly,”You have an incredibly capable assistant in Nobara. She can easily rearrange any meetings you have coming up. Your team is very skilled too and fully capable of handling your accounts for two weeks. Have a little more faith in them.” 

You’ve shaped your team so carefully and diligently over the years that even if you spontaneously blew up they’d be able to at least survive without you. Maybe Nobara, Inumaki, Panda (a strange nickname that stuck within the department), and others would have to ride your coatails and study old notes stashed away in your office, but they’d make it for at least a year before the higher ups noticed. 

As much as you hate it, Suguru’s words along with the loud and firm voice in the back of your head are starting to make a lot of sense. The idea of a vacation, of stiff colorful drinks and sun-heated skin, become more and more appealing with each stroke of Suguru’s thumb.

This form of encouragement is a lot more meaningful and maybe even slightly more dangerous than Satoru’s loud and irritating, ”Just take off! Who cares?”

With a roll of your eyes, you groan,”Fine, you got me there.” The slight admission has Suguru’s smile widening. Away from work, away from stupid meetings, away from the city for a couple of weeks. It’s nearly perfect.

But then it hits you. The reason for the added irritation today, the reason for the additional stress that’s been piled onto your shoulders, hits you like a freight train.

Gojo Satoru.

Two years ago, you and Satoru had gotten absolutely wasted. You don’t really remember how exactly the vacation was booked but after being chided by Satoru in your office some of the details had been filled in.

“So, we were both drunk.”

“Okay.”

“And you kept complaining about how you wanted to get away from everyone except me and be entirely alone.”

“I mean...sure okay. That sounds like me.”

“And you were sitting in your favorite chair so you were especially relaxed. Remember?”

Your mind flashes to a warm lighting in the impossibly large bedroom within Satoru’s loft. Your mind also reminds you of the fullness you felt between the hazy waves of too much wine and dizzying horiness. A large pale hand on your stomach, cupping the slight bulge in your tummy, and the feeling of Satoru’s broad chest against your back as you stared at the small phone screen.

“Maybe you were too busy cumming to reme—”

“Satoru!”

Nobara had shifted awkwardly at the comment, clearing her throat to remind Satoru that she was indeed still in the room.

“Anyway,” he grinned mischeviously,”I told you to pick anywhere in the world and I’d make Nanami book it. You picked Bali and we found the Ryomen Resort.”

“Because I wanted that special suite with the pretty tub.”

“Right and we made it for two years out because...?”

“That was the only time it was available.”

After the two of you broke up, your dream trip had been forgotten about entirely until now. At least for you anyway.

While Satoru claims he forgot to tell Nanami to cancel the reservations after the “disagreement” happened, he also claimed that he couldn’t cancel them now because they were paid in full; also something about being unable to change the name on the suite. It isn’t hard to believe that you don’t believe him in the slightest. 

It’s not that he has a tendency to lie or deceive, but the resistance behind not wanting to cancel didn’t make sense. Despite the ever-present silver spoon in his mouth, Satoru grew up with and developed impeccable organizational and management skills that were required to run his family’s conglomerate.

There’s no way that he would forget to cancel it and even if he somehow did, there was absolutely no way Nanami would forget. He was Satoru’s personal assistant for a reason. 

And even if they somehow both forgot, Gojo Satoru is disgustingly rich. He wouldn’t care about having to pay some stupid cancellation fee or just kissing the whole trip goodbye altogether. In fact, you have the ridiculous Ballon Bleu de Cartier “I’m sorry for killing your Monstera, Charlie, while you were away” watch and the “I totally didn’t mean to stand you up and then ask what are your plans for tonight I didn’t see your calls!” day trip to Paris to prove it.

So why would Satoru suddenly care about spending money now?

The whole thing reeks of ulterior motives and classic Gojo Satoru schemes. 

“But it’s Bali,” you insist, trying and failing to keep the whiny-twinge away,”with Satoru. I’m worried he’ll get the wrong idea.”

Suguru’s thumb stops its journey across your palm and sits heavily on your hand. When you look up at him, you swear you can see a flash of...something. It’s a sort of glint in his eye that disappears as soon as your gaze focuses completely on his.

“How long has it been again,” he asks, feigning ignorance,”a year?”

For a moment you genuinely think that Suguru doesn’t remember the year the two of his best friends barely spoke or saw each other without causing a scene. It was a disastrous year for you, but it was you . Suguru had his own life and friends outside of the drama between you and Satoru. But the way his honeyed brown eyes avoid yours, gives you answers you need.

Suguru does remember.

He remembers every moment of that year. 

Your breakup was immature and stupid.

It resulted in public fights that had the two of you storming off in different directions whenever you tried to talk it out. It resulted in angry phone calls and blocking and unblocking phone numbers. It resulted in obnoxious social media posts with blurred girls and boys in exotic places that were everything you weren’t. 

Satoru is immature. He’s always been and probably always will be. Although you know he’s immature and that everything he says should be taken with a grain of salt, Satoru also knows how to get under your skin. He knows how to drag you down in the muck to his level and make you just as angry, just as spiteful, as him.

You, on the otherhand, are mature enough to admit that you were also immature. 

It was as if seeing you go through life through retellings of coffee dates with Suguru, through prominent articles that his colleagues spoke of with your name written in neat letters at the bottom, and through social media posts from friendly gatherings and rooftop parties that Satoru was pointedly not inviting to; all of these things had somehow convinced him that you weren’t mourning the death of your relationship alongside him. 

The years of knowing each other inside and out made every fight, spat, and pointed post that much more painful. By the middle of it, even Suguru didn’t want to deal with either of you. He would avoid hanging out with either of you so he didn’t hear complaints. Although you can’t really confirm it, you’re also pretty sure that he left the country to go on tour and meet with clients; right after he said he needed space. 

The whole thing was messy, messier than you’d like to admit. 

But recently the two of you have started working on healing your relationship and trying to make everything better a little bit at a time. No, it would never go back to the way it is, but maybe it could be close.

Finally Suguru releases your hand altogether to take a sip from his own mug. The steam is gone now, leaving behind a rapidly cooling drink. He breathes his next question in the mug as if to hide it,”You think he’s been carrying a torch this entire time?”

All you can do is shrug and try to ignore the way your stomach flips and whirls at the stupid impossible not-true idea,”I dunno. It’s Satoru. You can never tell what he’s thinking.”

Your best friend hums and allows his gaze to drift towards the large window beside the two of you. He watches a city in motion, noting cars honking at each other in packed lanes and people huddled together on the sidewalk while others speed off to their destinations. His eyes flit up to the large skyscrapers watching over the flow of life in a city at dusk.

Sugaru takes another long sip before saying,”I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend now. If that makes you feel a little less awkward about the whole thing.”

The whirling and swirling of your stomach sinks just as rapidly as it began. 

“You know how he is,” he continues, setting the mug down and tilting his head slightly.

Satoru isn’t a player by any means, but he also isn’t that fond of relationships. He’s too work-focused to cultivate a serious relationship with anyone that isn’t just “let’s meet up at this time and get our rocks off”. As kind as he can be when he wants to be, Satoru always ends up jumping from one gorgeous person to the next with only desire and the urge to forget about work fueling his every move.

The second it gets difficult, the second those midnight calls start turning into mid-afternoon calls, Satoru cuts it off. 

“All too well,” you hum, taking a bite of the lonely croissant planted on the table in front of you. But even though he tries to keep things casual, Suguru did just use the word “girlfriend”. The idea wasn’t foreign. Satoru has had partners before, but once they demanded more of his time things tended to fall apart. But again...the word “girlfriend” was just used by his best friend. 

“Well,” Suguru starts, mischief and exciting lighting up his brown eyes,”Do you wanna see her?”

“Oh,” you grin as you begin rubbing your hands together,”You know I do.” The laugh Suguru lets out this time is melodic and calming, a cool salve on your frying nerves. He whips out his phone quickly and taps away at his phone with a light smile on his face.

As you wait for the evidence, you take the time to take another bite. Wiping off any stray crumbs on your face, you look about the small coffee shop in awe. It’s a hole in the wall that’s been a constant throughout all of your upbringings. The furniture has changed slightly throughout the years, along with pastry options and professional framed scribblings on the walls, but it’s remained mostly the same.

After school, the three of you would come here to grab coffee and loiter in a specific corner with a large blue-cushioned booth. You’re still not sure how it always remained open and available every day after school for all those years, but now you’re sure Yaga had something to do with it.

The three of you would pretend to do homework and listen to Satoru make ridiculous jokes and bribe you into doing his assignments. If it weren’t for Yaga owning the place, you all definitely would’ve been banned by now with the incredible way that Satoru’s voice carried throughout the small space. It’s a comfort being here and, now that you’re older, a privilege. 

“Think I got it,” Suguru mutters before flipping the phone to face you. 

When you take in the image on the small cracked screen in front of you, you’re actually a little shocked. Satoru doesn’t really post his partners and playthings. Sometimes there are snapshots of them in the background of his pictures, quick clips of their faces that you can’t really see. The clips could be one of his numerous friends or someone passing by in the background, nothing distinct to show that he was with them.

The vague nature of these posts is what Satoru prefers. At least that's what you initially thought. 

The potential partner is a lot lovelier than the others. In this picture their eyes are wide and their smile bright as they pose with Satoru’s arm firmly around them. Their bright blue hair is striking against the pale nature of their features, asymmetrical bangs pinned back with multi-colored clips. It looks like they’d just finished up a game of bowling.

A slight tap of your finger reveals a grey tab hanging on the blue-haired wonder’s clip that reads “Miwaaah”.

The last time he’d posted clear pictures like this was when the two of you were together. You remember the hearts within captions and the very noticeable different in likes between Satoru’s selfies and pictures with you. You also remember the day he deleted all of those photos. 

Suguru lies the phone on the table then so the two of you can continue tapping through pictures and profiles. A few more pictures of Satoru and Miwa in different places appear on his page. Oddly enough, the two of them seem very happy together. 

Well it shouldn’t be odd, should it?

The prospect of Satoru being happy and restored from all of the drama should make you happy, but it leaves you feeling weird instead. Rather than focus on the weird, the odd thoughts that begin to circle overhead before feasting on your brain, you focus on the confusion.

If Satoru had someone, why didn’t he just take Miwa to Bali? He’d probably gladly pay whatever fee came with changing the reservations so why didn’t he just change it and take them?

“If Satoru is dating her then clearly—”

“Them.”

“What?”

“If Satoru is dating them. Their pronouns are in their bio.”

“Oh. If Satoru is dating them then he’ll probably leave you alone. Maybe he’ll annoy the fuck out of you,” Suguru pauses briefly to relish in your small laugh,”but he knows when to quit. Clearly he’s preoccupied now anyway.”

As much as you want to believe that, you also know for a fact that Satoru has never learned when to quit. He never knew when to stop what he was doing or saying and simply listen to what someone else was trying to tell him. His habit led to many fights and situations where, if he had just listened, it would’ve ended okay. Even if Satoru didn’t try anything romantically, that wouldn’t stop him from bringing up old fights or bothering you on purpose.

A part of you knows this and even still, the idea of vacation is incredibly tempting. And hey, maybe you’re thinking of the old Satoru. The old Satoru wouldn’t have insisted on trying to get the coffee stain out of your blouse this morning instead of insisting on buying you another one. The old Satoru wouldn’t have even bothered coming to your office to invite you on this vacation to begin with. You find yourself nodding, more to yourself than Suguru, and leave it at that. Clearly there wouldn’t be any mixed signals or awkward moments because your ex has moved onto someone else.

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Suguru can safely say it’s almost like old times.

Almost.

The two of you talk about anything and everything, weaving between stupid co-workers, opinions on the latest trends, and drama with your other friends. He forgot how easy it is with you. Years of honesty, trust, and patience have led to smooth waters with the slightest of ripples. 

In that simplicity, Suguru doesn’t have to think when he speaks. His words flow freely through him along with phrases and secrets that only make sense to the two of you. Well, the three of you. 

The comfort that comes with being around you has been something Suguru has unknowingly been craving as of late. He’s so relaxed, so enchanted by your presence, that he almost forgets why you demanded to see him in the first place. As you spoke animatedly about a series you were watching, he feels the telltale signs of ominous churning in his stomach at the thought of why he’d been summoned today specifically.

Your relationship with Satoru would always be a small pebble rolling around a securely tied sneaker. While there were times where it didn’t bother him so much, there were also times where the discomfort couldn’t be ignored. It was an occasional annoyance that prodded at one’s flesh when they least expected it before rolling around the crevices of the encased fabric. Somehow that occasional annoyance that grew and shrunk went unexplained. 

When you and Satoru were together, Suguru managed to spend some time with the both of you. He was still included in group hang outs, still received numerous texts in your shared group chat, but the energy was different. Satoru was yours and you were his. There was no hiding behind potentially exaggerated gestures or intent behind words.

Your relationship was there, clear as day, in every kiss and touch that the two of you shared. Suguru was obviously, and sometimes painful, on the outside looking in. In all of your years of friendship, this relationship between the two of you was something that couldn’t be shared. During that period in time, the cuddles between the three of you weren’t the same. The energy had shifted in a way that left Suguru on the outside, alone in a way he’s never felt since knowing the two of you. The loneliness, the absence he felt, was too much.

So he distanced himself in the only way he knew how.

Suguru focused on his career as a tattoo artist to ignore the hollow feeling of loneliness he felt. He’d already had a bit of a cult following of loyal fans and other artists who admired his work, but it was then that he decided to get serious. He used this excuse of wanting to expand to you and Satoru, to his other friends that questioned why he’d been so down lately, and to himself, that he had seeds to plant in order to go further in his career. To make a longstanding name for himself. Suguru is brave enough to admit now that he needed the distraction, but he’s not exactly sure why he needed the distraction.

He still had plenty of friends other than you two. He knew logically that you both loved him as much as best friends could love each other.

So why had he been so upset?

And why do those feelings linger even now?

Time slips through his fingers faster than he’d like. By the time the two of you finish up at the coffee shop, waving Yaga goodbye and turning out onto the street to head home separately, Suguru realizes that he doesn’t want this to end. He doesn’t understand why he has this random desire to suddenly stay with you as much as he can. He wants to make you laugh more, see you smile more, and see you relax more.

After only a couple of hours of being together, Suguru can already see the way you’ve relaxed while talking to him. He can already hear the tension seeping out of your voice as you talk more.

It’s been so long since the two of you broke up that Suguru got to spend time with the old you. The old you before dating and breaking up with Satoru. Before all the fighting and the drama, before Suguru cowardly ran away from whatever he’d been feeling; is still feeling.

He almost feels selfish for asking, but when you turn to part with him on the corner of Parker street, he finds himself pushing out a hurried,”Have you packed yet?”

It’s a dumb question.

You’d just been telling him about how exhausting work and this entire day was, but Suguru wants to hold onto this moment with you. This strange moment where he has this need, this want, to see you right now more than ever. 

“I haven’t,” you say thoughtful, and he’s thankful there isn’t a hint of annoyance,”fuck, I need to run to the store and grab so much stuff.”

“I can come with you,” he offers, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats,”need something to do anyway.”

Despite the laid-back appearance he’s trying to project over the desperation, Suguru’s heart aches a little when you look up at him with a soft smile,”Really?”

He’s pretty sure he has flash art to set up on his socials for an upcoming charity event. He knows he has clients that he needs to follow up with to confirm overseas sessions. Suguru has plenty of other things to do for his brand that are currently being put on hold, but somehow he’d rather watch you pick out clothes than do any of those things.

Suguru nods with a smile and lets you wrap your arm around his to turn in the direction of...whatever store you want to go to. The two of you begin your leisurely walk, your voice takes on a knowing tone as you say,”You actually have plenty to do.”

He lets the statement sit in the air. He won’t liet to you and deny that he doesn’t have a lot to do. It’s the truth and both of you know it. “Actually what is your flash for this month?” you ask again, nudging him. Maybe you think that the innocent pondering will help him get the most out of his time. Although he appreciates the gesture, Suguru doesn’t want to be bogged down with talks of work right now. So he shushes you before you can ask anymore questions. “If I’m coming with you,” he says calmly, peering down at you with pointed amused eyes,”we can’t talk about work.”

“Fiiiiine!”

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An average Wednesday evening has left your favorite department store mostly empty. Despite the occasional droves of people wandering the aisles, the immense size of the store is nearly overwhelming. The endless variety of items in different shapes and sizes makes it almost impossible to actually find what you need. Maybe that’s why you like it so much, it allows you to pick up random things that you had no intention of buying. 

Just like old times, Suguru slowly strolls through aisles with a cart between two calloused fingers and watches your dart between sections to grab accessories, clothes, and shoes. On the way over here, you’d insisted that you only needed necessities. In reality, your cart quickly fills with items that weren’t even on the small list you insisted on going over with him just outside of the store.

Somehow everything currently in the cart is a “necessity”. 

Black platform shoes that you didn’t even really explain the reason for. Not that you need to. Dresses with unique colors and interesting designs that you looked skeptical of. Brightly lit Hawaiian shirts with eerie patterns of cowboy raccoons in various duels. You even managed to toss in several snacks that you might need on the trip to hold you over. 

Even though Suguru knows that those platform shoes will be tossed aside after three whiskey sours. Even though he knows that the linen pants you’ve picked out will look fantastic, but you’ll definitely be annoyed by the feeling of the fabric rubbing together. Even though he doesn’t mention that those snacks are won’t last you through the first few days or your vacation. Suguru enjoys this moment and everything that comes with it; including listening to you provide the pros and cons of buying a new tiny backpack that you definitely don’t need. 

Just like old times you grabbed more clothes and held them up to your frame before asking,”Do you like this on me?”

And, as always, before he could really respond or even form an opinion, you would toss it into the cart. “We’ll just see later. I’m almost done.” A statement you’d always mumble before rushing off to the next aisle.

Eventually, once the cart was nearly overflowing, the two of you made your way to the fitting rooms tucked into the very corner of the store. Suguru now sits on one of the hard plastic benches just outside of the row of stalls as he waits. The cart full of your potential things sits right next to your stall, surrounded by rejected clothing waiting patiently to be returned to their respective homes. With how slow the store currently is, the fitting room is empty. The only sounds hovering around the fitting room are the occasional rustling of clothes you’re take on and off and an old pop song from several years ago bumping through faded and even older speakers. 

As his fingers tap away at his touch keyboard, Suguru thinks over the client’s request he’s currently reading. As his fingers tap away at his touch keyboard, Suguru thinks over the client’s request he’s currently reading. A hyperrealistic version of La Danse by Carpeaux spread across the entirety of their back with no detail spared. It would be possible but with its immense size and the amount of shading it would need, it’d be well over a few days. Although it would take an obnoxious amount of time, the overall pay with tip included would be fantastic; nevermind the clout of completing such a piece of art.

But Suguru would have to be in the studio all day, potentially sleeping in the small room in the back just to save time on commuting; he would also have to squish this appointment between his regulars and the occasional walk-in. It’d be a hassle, but the work alone would be worth it.

As Suguru mulls over the details and starts to tap through his calendar to find availability, he hears the curtain rustle with a finality. When he looks up, you’re there and posing in a small romper. The fit of the romper pushes your chest slightly and cups your ass in a way anyone would be stupid and just wrong to deny is attractive. It’s divine and takes everything in him not to bark at the sight of it.

“Wow,” is all he offers as he waits for you to say something. Regardless of how good it looks on you, you’re probably gonna say that you hate it— “I hate it.”

“Why?” he asks, leaning back against the wall behind him and slipping his phone into his lap,”It looks great on you.”

You’ve always had a great body. Your curvy frame has been admired by many people, himself included, openly and in secret whe you thought they weren’t looking. For some reason though, you’re always so picky with your clothes. Even though everything looked great and continues to look great on you, you still have trouble with shopping overall. 

Suguru isn’t entirely sure where it comes from, but he tries to acknowledge the existence of your insecurities and emphasizes what he and the entire world sees. Beauty. You turn around for him and vaguely gesture behind yourself in exasperation. “Look at the back,” you insist,” it’s too tight.”

The pale green open legs of the romper fold just underneath the curve of your ass, accenting its plumpness. There isn’t any added padding or any false advertising to assist your rear. The thin romper only gloriously emphasizes what you naturally have on display. 

...Oh and the back was slightly open or something, Suguru isn’t entirely sure.

But can anyone really blame him? He’s currently too lost in trying to form words in his empty head.

Suguru is one of your best friends. He cares about you and wants you to feel as comfortable and happy as possible in whatever you’re wearing, but the sight alone of your twirling and posing in different directions slowly weakens his resolve. You arch and twist as you probably eye the mirror in your stall and it takes everything in him not to keep babbling about how hot you are.

 “I can’t tell,” you suddenly say with a huff,”do you like it?”

God, he loves it actually. 

“Yeah, I think it looks great, but do you like it?”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll get it but only for you okay?”

Suguru quickly and efficiently stomps down the flutter in his stomach that drifts lower the longer he looks at your ass. Really , he wonders, all for me?

“What did you say?”

You turn to him with a pout before forcing a smile on your face and he prays that you miss the way his eyes meet yours a little too slowly. “I said,” he grins, forcing confidence and calm into his voice,”Lucky me. Seriously though, if you don’t feel great in it then don’t get it.”

A huff of air passes between your lips before you walk back into the fitting rom and pull the curtain behind you closed. It continues on like this, you occasionally coming out with a new article of clothing for Suguru to give his genuine opinion on. There are a couple of “nos” which you completely agreed with, but also several “yeses” that made their way back into the cart. Between each wardrobe change and each inquiry for an honest opinion, Suguru continues to type away at emails and answer curious DMs about pricing and custom pieces. He can proudly say that he has most of his work done by the time you’re finishing up.

After divying up accessories, shoes, and most of your new clothes, all that remains is a short lilac “dress”. It’s a different style than you’re used to, but Suguru had insisted that there wasn’t any harm in trying it. Maybe it the scraps of fabric could be something that you really enjoyed. It’s only now, when you ask for his help, that Geto Suguru realizes just how big of a mistake he’s made. 

“Help,” you pout, doing your best to cover the swell of your chest. Ignoring the pesky loud insistent and horny devil that insists he should try to get any eyeful he can, Suguru’s hands hover over your form as he asks,”Uh...how?”

The “dress” is a mess of strings and short fabric that don’t really make sense. With the way its currently wrapped precariously around your frame, Suguru supposes that it’s not supposed to cover much. Soon the two of you begin working together on figuring out whatever this...mess is. You hold onto the two long string sat the top of the “dress” as Suguru fixes the pieces in the middle so they wrap around your waist appropriately now.

By the time you’re both done, you’re wearing the sluttiest dress he’s ever seen. A short skirt that shows a peek of your ass, a halter top that clings to your chest, strings in the middle that cross your frame, and a carefully tied bow around your neck that holds the “top” together. 

“It’s...” he begins to say, trying to find any words to describe the fabric other than lewd, slutty, or begging to be taken off.

“Ridiculous,” you finish for him with a laugh,”I can barely move in this thing.”

Suguru wonders if that’s the point of this thing, to hold or restrain whoever wore it into submission. To be easy access for whoever was in the room. 

“Maybe that’s the point.”

Instead of staring at him in disgust, you laugh and cup your chest through the fabric of your dress. By the twist in your face and the exaggerated pout on your lips, Suguru already recognizes the inside joke before his brain does. 

You whine, an ugly loud sort of moan falling from your open mouth and ask,”Isn’t that the point, daddy ?”

It’s a joke that all of you have done — and still do — for as long as Suguru can remember. The only difference between this time and the other thousand times you’ve done it is that you’ve never done it half naked before. As comical as the moan is and the way you cry again in a high-pitched voice,”Daddy” is, Suguru’s monkey brain decides that he loves this noise on you.

He loves how ridiculous this all is, but his brain wants to hear what you actually sound like when you’re about to cum. Maybe without the “Daddy” title, or maybe with,” he’s not entirely sure yet. 

“Cut it out,” he huffs, trying to stare at you with minimal interest and lust,”we should get out of here. They have to be closing soon.”

“Shit, you’re right. Should I put this back or just buy it?”

Suguru is too caught up in the moment to think about what he’s truly saying. With this lighting, with the inherent intimacy of a smaller room, he can see your nipples press against the fabric of your dress, practically begging to sit pretty in his mouth. He can see the way the lilac of the dress compliments the richness of your skin in a way that somehow elevated how beautiful it already looked day to day. It can’t just be the skimpy dress because he’s seen you in plenty; high school and college parties with ridiculous forever 21 dresses he’s never seen after the first couple of wears.

It can’t be the nearly unbearable joy at getting to spend time with you again after being away for a few weeks, business keeping him away from his friends. You’re too gorgeous right now and Suguru is too stupid to really think about what he’s saying before it’s out there for all of the world to hear.

“I like it,” Suguru says plainly,”but you can’t wear it out.”

For a moment, the raven-haired man wants to fall into the floor and let the concrete swallow him whole. Then, after that, Suguru wants the earth underneath the concrete to swallow him further until he’s in the center of everything, burning into nothing at the earth’s massive core.

Or — alternatively — maybe he could curse an angry and vengeful god who would smite him with the hottest stroke of lightning it could manage. Whatever’s easier. He’ll take anything over trying to explain his way out of this.

At least your voice has more than a hint of amusement when you ask,”Why?”

Why, indeed. You are definitely entitled to an answer, but Suguru is currently too afraid of scaring you with the truth. The truth is that he wants to be the only one to see you in this dress. The truth is that he wouldn’t even let you leave the hotel with this dress on, nevermind the fitting room of the store. The thought of eyes or hands that aren’t his own ogling and touching your frame makes searing annoyance burn away at him. Wracking his brain for some sort of logical answer that isn’t cave-man logic, Suguru spits out the first thing he can think.

“What if you get cold or something?”

Idiot.

You stare at him for a moment, amusement bringing a laugh out of you and confusion making your eyebrow quirk up as you say,”Uh, Sugu? It’s Bali.” Your smile widens at the very slight widening of realization in Suguru’s eyes and you continue with a knowing,”the weather is going to be gorgeous.”

There’s a brief moment where Suguru shrugs and flounders for any sort of answer he can think of. Anything that will keep this moment from getting too weird and too out of control. But then, it is getting weird and out of control isn’t it? He shrugs again when nothing comes to mind and your smile is now a rueful and curious grin.

Folding your arms across your chest, you take another step closer to him and ask,”Wanna try another excuse?”

“Fine,” Suguru sighs, snorting at the way your eyes light up,”I just don’t like it okay?”

“But why,” you draw out with a grin,”why don’t you like it? It’s because it looks bad right? Admit it.”

An offended shock travels through him as he listens to your declaration. Is that what you thought he was getting at? “Wait what?” he asks, just to be sure. You lean back against the wall behind you with a cool shrug.

“You say you love everything on me,” you continue,”to the point where it’s just unrealistic.”

“Unrealistic?”

“Yeah, you can’t love everything on me!”

“What if I do,” Suguru insists, mouth dipping into a frown,”what if I just like how everything looks on you?”

“Okay,” you smirk,”then what don’t you like about this dress?”

Suguru really hates how knowing and smug you look right now. He tries to laugh it off, tries to lighten everything and move on, but it comes out as a weak huff and a roll of his eyes. The more he thinks about what he could say to defuse the situation, the more honesty shines like a beacon. He can muddle the truth slightly. Maybe the slight nugget of truth will deter you from trying to seek a more concrete answer.

“As your bestfriend,” Suguru starts, wading through the waters carefully,”the dress is a little...much. What if someone tries to get a little handsy?” Just as you open your mouth to counter him, to insist that people will get handsy regardless of what anyone would be wearing because that’s just how some people were, Suguru comes into your space. You lean against the cold wall behind you as if to get a little space away from him, shuddering at the feeling of its coolness on your skin. 

Now he’s effectively caging you here, using his size to show you the feeling of being sort of subdued by an unwanted body. But Suguru is anything but unwanted. He smells the soft floral allure of your fading perfume from this angle. He can see the way your breath hitches at his closeness, the rising and falling of your chest stopping only for a second as you look up at him.

“So right now,” he continues, pulling one of the tight bands of string around your middle and letting it snap back against your skin,”if I was some asshole, any asshole, I’d be able to grab you anywhere.” A slight wince comes across your features at the feeling, but Suguru can also see the glitter of something in your eyes. A sort of glitter that sits heavily in your eyes, so heavily that your dark orbs do nothing to hide it. A glitter that Suguru has only seen directed at other people’s way. 

Your hand comes up to rest on his chest, not so subtly feeling the warm skin just beneath the black shirt,”Maybe that’s why I like it.” The laugh you allow to slip through is full of strain and tension, but Suguru doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t laugh along or try to add to your joke at all. Something is happening here, something that he definitely doesn’t want to end. 

Even though you try to laugh it off and force this moment to be lighthearted, the two of you know there’s nothing lighthearted about it. There’s no reason for Suguru’s concern about what you’re wearing and when you should be wearing it. There’s no reason for Suguru to act this ridiculous thought in his head out and physically show you what he means. There’s definitely no reason for you to be pulling Suguru closer, so he’s flush against you. As close as he can be while still looking you in the eyes. There’s something here in this small room bringing the two of you together in a way that you’ve never really been before. Sure Suguru has considered it greatly over the years, but he’s never acted on it.

No matter how many times he wanted to pin you down and fuck you out of the slutty Forever 21 dresses you wore in college. No matter how many cuddle sessions over the years with the two of you alone got questionable to say the least. No matter how many people asked Suguru if you were available and all he wanted to do was say that you belonged to him...and Satoru. He never did anything to try and take this relationship further. Before it would’ve ruined things and left a strange taste in the back of your throats but now? Now it would permanently destroy the fragile thing the three of you currently have.

“You like it because you want everyone to touch you?” he asks, hearing the slight annoyance in his voice,”I thought I knew all your kinks.” His fingers travel a little further up your torso, fingers grazing just underneath the swell of your chest. Suguru definitely doesn’t miss the way you lean up into the touch. “No,” you answer with a soothing sigh,”not everyone.”

Although whatever you have now is fragile, although he literally just insisted to himself that this is stupid, the way you’re looking up at him now has every logical thought in his head swirling down the drain. Suguru leans in a little too close to be friendly, too close to insist later on — when he reflects on all of this and hates himself for it — that he hadn’t really crossed a line. You don’t move away at his closeness or at the way his hips press flush against your navel. In fact, Suguru notices the excitement in your eyes, the need for soem sort of change to happen.

If he reaches any further in your top, he could cup the flesh of your chest with two fingers. If he reaches far enough, discards the top altogether and unveils your flesh for the world to see, he could give a polite wet thorough hello to the pebbled skin of your nipple. 

The thought alone is enough to encourage the beginnings of swelling to his cock. For a moment, he wonders if you can feel just how hard you’re beginning to make him by doing the absolute bare minimum. Can you feel how long he’s been wanting to do this? How long he’s been staring a little longer and harsher than necessary at those skimpy Forever 21 dresses you used to wear or the slight movement in your breasts when you slip your bra off through your shirt?

 “Not everyone huh?” he asks, quickly realizing he’s been staring at you like a weirdo. From this close though, maybe it doesn’t matter. You shake your head, your lips fitting into a smile that’s less amused, less knowing, and more wanting. “Only certain people?” he continues, pressing you to say something that’ll give him some sort of hint,” It’s plain to see that with the right words now, with the right touch, with the right tone, the two of you could change any and everything in the blink of an eye. Years of desire building up to this very moment in some random store.

Despite his earlier hesitation, Suguru feels bravery course through him as you look into his eyes. He feels so brave, so impossible confident, that his thumb comes up to join the other two and brushes against the pebbled skin of your nipple. A soft shudder leaves your lips as you follow this thumb’s journey. Your mouth parts to say something, anything that will encourage him to keep moving. 

“Uh...is anyone in here?”

The fear that settles deep into your bellies is cold and sudden. Suguru nearly jumps out of his skin before moving away from your form. He moves too far, too fast, and ends up cooly hitting his head on the set of hangers on the other side of the fitting room. Ignoring his hisses as he rubs the back of his head, you take a peek from around the curtain and grimace at the exhausted sales associate staring right back at you. 

“H-hi,” is all you can manage. It must be just as lame as it sounds because you can see the undeniable strength it takes for her to not roll her eyes at you. There’s no way to hide Suguru’s giant body in the stall now, not with him being several inches taller than you and quietly muttering about the hangers.

“Hi,” she answers in slight annoyance,”we’re closing in 5 minutes.”

“Shit,” you mutter,”I’m so sorry. We’ll...I’ll head out to pay now.

“Sure,” she replies knowingly, taking the time to look over your shoulder at Suguru and then back at you,”have a good night.”

There’s a moment where neither of you say anything. You both stand in silence and look at everywhere but each other which is nearly impossible in the small space. The heat from earlier hasn’t dissipated with the interruption. It somehow burns brighter than before, lighting up the room with its intensity. You grab your discarded clothes slowly, looking around for your belongings in the mess of clothes. “We should get going,” Suguru suggests lamely, painfully aware that he’s stating the obvious,,”do you know what you’re getting?” 

You reach behind your neck and begin to untie the thin strings around your neck before responding,”Kinda. I’ll look through them super quick after I change back.” Suddenly your eyes meet his for the first time since all of...that. Letting the strings fall around your shoulders, your arm goes to hold up your top limply in a poor attempt of modesty.

From where he towers over you, Suguru can see the push of your chest against the fabric. One wrong move, one quick impulsive decision, and he could see your flesh for himself. He could claim it as his own.  “Can I ask you something?” you ask, eyes dipping from his eyes to his waist and back. He knows he’s chubbed up in his pants, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He loves how you own this, whatever this is, and confirm thoughts and feelings that he initially thought only he had.

 “What’s up?”

“Wanna help me pack tonight? I have to get sooo much done.”

Suguru doesn’t want to admit that he’ll drink up any time with you that he can. Right now he can’t figure out if this is some sort of need finally being met or the culmination of years of odd feelings he didn’t want to look too closely at. So he chooses the easy-going route instead, something that he’s seen Satoru do time and time again when things got too serious. The raven-haired man tries to avoid thinking about the way his pants feel slightly tighter at the soft rising and falling of your chest as you await his answer.

Suguru shakes his head with a grin and tilts his head to the side as slight offense climbs its way into his voice,”Wow, now it seems like you’re just trying to take advantage of my kindness.” You roll your eyes and lightly shove him away with one hand, a smile making its way onto your feature. Initially his large frame barely moves at the motion, but then suddenly Suguru gasps and holds his arm with a pained groan. It makes you laugh — his goal after all — and pull at his arm to push him out of the stall altogether.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” you laugh softly,”keep guard.”

“Will do,” he says with a smile and promptly walks over to your cart. 

As he hears the rustle of clothing, he hears you speak up in an awkward sort of tone,”So...do you want to?”

Could he...?

“Help me pack,” you finish, voice slowly growing tight at the sudden silence in the room,”I’d appreciate the help. Also, I just...I dunno, I haven’t seen you in a while.” Suguru says nothing as he leans against the hand-rail of your cart, trying his hardest to read the sudden change in emotion. He can’t really tell if you’re trying to make everything “normal” or attempting to seem casual after the tension. He manages a hum to show he’s listening, but waits for you to give him a little more. 

“Remember all those sleepovers we used to have?” you ask, neatly leaving out the part where your sleepovers consisted of one more person besides the two of you,”I just miss them I guess.”

Suguru smiles softly at the memories as he says,”Yeah. I can help you pack. I’m supposed to be driving your tomorrow morning so...I can sleepover tonight.”

You pop out of the fitting room with a bundle of clothes under one arm. His heart flutters at the happiness in your eyes. “Thanks, Sugu,” you smile, the warmth there livening up his skin,”that means a lot.” As Suguru goes to respond, to say that maybe he has something he wants to talk about, he feels your hand shoving him yet again. He snorts at the reaction and notes the flustered look on your face as you mumble something about “too mushy” and grab your cart. 

Even though everything seems fine on your way out of the store, Suguru notices that you go out of your way to gander at marketing posters in the store, to glance sympathetically at the tired employees more than usual, or to judge lingering customers in the store; even if you are one. You don’t seem bothered by your earlier actions, but the silence is still weird. You buy your items with ease, still quiet and maybe reflective, and wish the sales associate who walked in on the two of you a good night. 

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By the time you both arrive home, any possible awkwardness has faded away. The packing session turns into a modeling session where you make ridiculous poses that make Suguru laugh so hard his abs ache. Then the session turns frantic as you pack and repack to make sure you have everything you need. Even though the two of you drift in and out of the conversation as you fold and refold, you both avoid what happened earlier in a complex dance. Even though you playfully smacked his arm and Suguru grabbed your wrist with a laugh, the two of you pulled away without a beat and moved on smoothly.

Even though you modeled bathing suits just to make sure they “looked good”, Suguru said you looked great as his eyes openly caressed your body. Even though Suguru dutifully followed your request at sleeping in bed with you like the old days, you tried your hardest not to grind against him as you physically brought his arm around you. 

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Suguru looks as peaceful and easy-going as always in the hazy orange-blue light that early morning brings. Your body begins twisting and reaching before you even realize it, a ghost of a smile hitting the corner of your lips when his arm only loosens around your form a fraction. You pull black tendrils of hair out of their loosened prison, instinctively allowing the hairband to wrap around your wrist with a thwap. At the feeling of your fingers slipping through his hair, Suguru lets out a sort of groan that resembles a lazy lion. He pushes his head into the feeling, humming even louder when you begin occasionally scratching his scalp.

Despite his soft noises, the overall calming silence of early morning slows the bodies down significantly. The two of you stretch around each other, pushing away only briefly to try to not-so-subtly rub the sleep from both of your eyes and make sure you’re both somewhat presentable. When you lie on your back this time, Suguru doesn’t fully relinquish his arm.

Instead, he rests his head on your shoulder and keeps his arm firmly around your middle. His warm breath spreads against your collarbone, warming the cool skin there. This is all very different than what you’re used to, but not entirely foreign.

You remember sleepovers throughout high school in a cramped basement with three bodies trying their hardest to fit onto Suguru’s beat-up couch. You remember sleepovers throughout high school where if you weren’t in that basement, you were lying in Satoru’s king-sized bed and promising that the three of you would be together always.

You remember sleepovers in college in either of your dorms each week, squished together in the twin-sized bed dorms provide like a pack of sardines. You distinctly remember that no matter the location or where you decided to lay your head for the night, waking up every morning with Satoru sprawled partially on top of you and snoring into your ear while Suguru’s hair covering your face. 

You would always allow, demand, and welcome any amount of closeness the boys were willing to give as possible. So while Suguru’s presence in your bed isn’t entirely foreign, the tension in it is definitely new. 

With the weight of him pressing into you, you can feel his knee caging your thigh and the tip of his nose pressing against the soft skin of your neck. Although he’ll always be your Suguru, your best friend, you can’t help the way your mind wanders to last night. 

You’ve never thought about whether or not you found Suguru attractive until last night. Of course, you could admit that he was attractive but it never really went anywhere from there. But now things are different.

Now cracks of curiosity are slowly forming through the “I will not look at Geto Suguru this way” wall you’ve built up over the years. This bubbling tension is far from a joke gone horribly wrong or a weird “we should try it at least once” impulsive decision.

If Suguru found you attractive to the point of action, wouldn’t he say something to you? With everything that’s happened, would he not distance himself in that way? Dating Satoru blurred social lines for all of your relationships and impacted the way you all interacted. The three of you were already very close, closer than people could really understand, but once you and Satoru started dating, Suguru seemed to distance himself. 

As you lie there in bed, unsure of the time, your mind flashes to the feeling of his fingers on your skin in a way you’ve never felt before. As you stare at the pale expanse of Suguru’s leg, longing to trace the intricate tattoos covering the skin, you regret your idiotic decision to date Satoru. It ruined everything the three of you had. For a time, after the two of you broke up, it seemed like it had.

Suguru was split between hanging out wtiht the two of you as you mourned something that was doomed to fail. It must’ve been annoying, you think as you brush the stray strands of hair out of your face and wrap a few fingers around the tresses, and exhausting. Despite how tiring it must’ve been, Suguru was there for the two of you and insisted that you could all make this work again. That it didn’t have to be this way. You could all be friends just like before.

It would’ve been possible.

Maybe now with Gojo distracted and Suguru here,  everything could go back to normal. You wonder if you’ve ruined those chances yet again though as your mind wanders once again to the feeling of his skin on yours.  

As you reflect on the night before, Suguru’s very warm and very heavy body moves. He shifts once against you and then twice, seemingly burrowing further into the blankets surrounding the both of you. On the third time, you can feel a firm presence somewhere against your thigh. The presence is only there for a moment before Suguru adjusts again. It’s too late though. You’ve felt it. The telltale sign of morning arousal for certain people.

“What’s that line again,” you ask, eyes never leaving the white ceiling glaring back at you,”is that your phone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Despite the feeling of his once relaxed body tensing and his hand moving away from its home on your stomach, Suguru apologizes with a tired laugh. A very slight adjustment follows the laugh, the feeling of him on your thigh now ghost-like in nature as you try to remember the shape and feel.

The silence that follows shortly after grows heavy and charging as it heats up the air with its intensity. Suguru lies still next to you now, every ounce of sleep and calm previously in his body leaving in a steady stream. Neither of you want to move away entirely and deal with the awkwardness that often came from these situations.

At the same time though, neither of you want to pull away entirely or create space that so desperately needs to be there.  

Silently, delicately, you move his hand that pools in a small space between the two of you over your stomach, resting the large palm against the sliver of skin your slightly disheveled tank top leaves. The two of you watch his gentle fingers caress your skin and the goosebumps that rise with each stroke. The calm that comes naturally with Suguru has always been addicting.

It encourages a state of relaxation that’s almost akin to mindlessness. Physical affection that made you sink into his arms, boneless and open. Laughter that always seemed to flow out of your body naturally and easily. There’s something about Suguru’s presence that brings a comfort that always makes you stop thinking completely.

As you remember his fingers on your body last night and feel the way his fingers carefully dance along your body, you can feel your brain begin to shut off. The “what if”s and “what about”s fade into the background as his large warm fingers slowly, but surely crawl their way underneath your tanktop and explore. 

As those fingertips dance along your torso, pulling your tank top up as it makes its unknown journey, Suguru’s brown eyes look up into yours. By the time your shirt is lying above your chest, goosebumps marking your skin, Suguru’s fingers turn into a full palm that holds your breast and gently squeezes the delicate flesh in its hold.

Something about the way you don’t really feel exposed to him necessarily like this, something about the ghost of a smirk on his face at the sight of you shivering slightly at being exposed to the cold, solidifies that this is Geto Suguru. Your Getou Suguru who knows all of the kinks you’ve joked about all of the years, all of the pleasure spots around your body, and who currently looks very happy. Like he’s thanking the stars for aligning in the exact position that they did in order to bring the universe to make this happen right now. 

But Suguru doesn’t move from his hand or anything really. He just hovers there as his dark eyes watch every twitch of your muscles and hazy-eyed blink of your eyes. Suguru doesn’t move when you arch slightly, moving his hand away slightly so contact is never made. Suguru doesn’t move when you pout, your eyebrows beginning to furrow at the lack of anything. He even doesn’t move when you wrap a hand around his wrist and pull the limb toward you.

Suguru’s stronger than you and easily maneuvers out of your hold.

Frustration begins to boil away at your stomach as your gaze hardens into a not-very-convincing glare. Suguru smiles at the sight but continues to remain still. Your best friend knows how impatient you are. From long road trips to emotional-support DMV trips to sitting around at Satoru’s martial arts tournaments in high school, you can barely tolerate waiting for your food to fully cool before shoving it into your mouth. It appears that sex is no different.

“Sugu,” you huff out, sucking your teeth as he dodges your breast yet again,”if you don’t do something I’m going to scream.”

“Tell me you want it.”

Briefly removing the lustful lens you’ve had on since you woke up this morning, you take a second to really consider Suguru. He presses his lips against your forehead as he begins to move. Suguru leaves his place on your shoulder and leans on his elbow to hover over you a bit. His hand comes to rest just underneath the pebbled skin. Then he waits.  The eagerness in his eyes matches what you can only assume is bursting out of yours.

But why isn’t Suguru doing anything?

Does he want you to take control?

As if you’re not waiting on bated breath, Suguru sits up a little higher and uses that halted hand to pull the thick black band from around your wrist. Your eyes follow the movements of his fingers, fluid and unconscious as they gather his long hair and pull it into some sort of messy bun. Out of his face and unable to tickle whatever parts of your body it landed on. “I just want to be sure,” he insists, some of that lust dialing back in his eyes,”I just want us to be sure.”

Then you notice his slightly stiff hands and the way his fingers accidentally pull his bun to far before he has to start the process of retying his hair all over again. The way his eyes flicker about your face nervously as his mouth just begins to pull into a frown. Seeing his nervousness minds your lust-fried brain that this is new to you both. 

As sexy as all of this is, there’s a choice in this. A choice to keep everything as close to the past as you could or to venture off in some unknown path. But as his arms begin flexing with apparent the effort it takes to retie his hair, you notice his body. You remember that you want to feel good and make him feel good in return and only then does your mind settle matters for you by shutting itself off. You nod. It’s a hurried nod that reveals every bit of desperation you’re holding in your bones. 

The sight has Suguru tsking and shaking his head in disapproval. With his messy bun somewhat settled on his head, he leans down again on his elbow to get closer to your body. Annoyance fills your chest as you watch Suguru, with this newfound consent, do absolutely nothing.

“Geto,” you find yourself pouting, grabbing lazily at his wrists as he laughs,”I want it. I want it. Just do something please. Oh my fucking Go—”

Sharp and long pain bleeds into hot pleasure as your body is viciously brought on edge. Your annoyed pout turns into a pathetic whimper as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure. Body moving simultaneously towards and away from the offending hand, you squeeze your thighs together at the raw ache of your pussy. Need, unbridled need, fills you in a way that’s nearly overwhelming with the sheer power of it. Suguru’s initial pinch soon turns into a twist as he watches you at the mercy of his whims.

The command in your hold on him loses its potency as your lips part to let out moans growing in intensity and length. Suguru’s dark eyes never leave your face as he starts rolling the nipple between his fingers.

“More, Sugu. C’mon,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and trying lamely to bring it closer.

Surprisingly Suguru actually listens.

He leans down quickly, too far gone to care about the awkward angle, and licks along your breast. It takes the slightest tilt, the slightest nudge of his nose, for your nipple to finally make its way into the warm cavern of your mouth. His mouth, warm and wet, unleashes a predatory tongue that eagerly greets your sensitive flesh. Your fingers find his hair as the tip of that muscle flicks against the swollen nub and ruin the bun he so carefully put together. Your mind fades as his tongue increases and decreases in speed, each new action unpredictable and random.

The thick tendrils of hair in your fist slip and bend along with your movements, your arches, your whimpers, and a sudden harsh suck has them pulling painfully from Suguru’s scalp. He moans into your chest, pushing his head into your hand with an encouraging nod. As Suguru begins to switch to your neglected breast, a renewed pleasure courses through your bones, and you feel more and more of those thrusts.

The power in them, the feel of his cock faintly rubbing against you, has you thinking very hard about his cock. 

Whether the thick length of him curves up slightly or whether it’s just as huge as all those people in high school and college exclaimed, or whether his favorite spot sits in wait on the underside of his tip or right on the slit. You heard stories throughout high school and college of “Impossibly big” and “long and perfectly curved” but you’ve never experienced it for yourself.

You had classmates and friends of friends occasionally ask you for explicit details about Suguru and Satoru because of your friendship. There were very few times when Satoru was drunk and would flash you or accidentally walk in on Suguru while he was getting changed, but you always looked away.

You’d close your eyes and rush out of the room immediately. When people asked all you could say was “Ew, of course not” or “Are you kidding me? Look at them”. Now you’re eating those words when you should really be eating his cock. Now you’re curious and you need to know everything, every single detail you can about his cock. You need to know the shape of it in his briefs, the natural smell of him, the girth of inside you, the impossible heat it’d bring. 

Somewhere in between his sucks, he must’ve noticed you getting a little too spacey for his liking. By the time you gather the courage, the small bit of sense you had left, to tell him to take his cock out, it’s too late. His teeth descend upon your nipple and squeeze the swollen aching flesh viciously. Maybe Suguru really was paying attention all of the times you’ve talked about your kinks and emphasized how anything to do with your chest was the key to your pants.

Those teeth, that delicious squeeze, soon expand into a slight stretch as he pulls his head back slightly. The orgasm takes the two of you by surprise. Your back arches into the firmness of his body, the weight of him bearing down on you to hold you in place. His other hand holds onto your hips firmly, pinning them to the bed effortlessly. Your sleep shorts bunch up a bit in his hand as he holds you still and waits for you to come down. 

Closing your eyes tight and holding on, your body hums with the suddenness of it, the unpredictable nature of it, as if neither of you was prepared for this.

By the time you finish cumming, chest panting slightly as you finally open your eyes, you feel the press of large fingers against your clothed folds. “Holy shit,” Suguru snorts, pushing further into the slightly tacky cotton,”soaked through your shorts.”

It’s not like you’ve never came from just your nipples before. You had to be really into the moment for it to happen, the need to be relaxed or mindless driving the action. But it doesn’t really happen with hookups or relationships. Well, that’s not true. 

It happened pretty often with Satoru. 

“Needy, baby.”

Suguru presses a chaste kiss on your temple and easily maneuvers the cotton of your shorts until he’s home in the confining wet heat of your underwear. The odd angle doesn’t work for either of you. Quicker than you’d like to admit, you peel off your shorts and underwear, tossing them into the far corner of the room. With easier access, Suguru’s fingers crush past the trimmed hair of your mound and travel down to your swollen clit.

A tentative brush of a dry fingertip on sensitive flesh brings out a desperate and annoyed whine from your very chest,”Sugu, stop teasing.”

All Suguru can do is smile at your patience — your neediness — as he spreads your slick around your heated folds with experienced fingers. You look up at him with a huff and immediately try to hold back the smile Suguru kisses your forehead gently.

“Been wanting to do this for a while,” he admits in the short-lived quiet,”let me enjoy it okay?”

You’re too dizzy with want and need and ache and burning to pay attention to it, keening when his finger begins to tighten its lazy circles. Although somewhere deep inside, the precious kisses Suguru keeps giving you make your heart ache.

Somewhere that ache flows down and lands firmly on your clit.“Enjoy it faster,” you groan with a slight pant,”wanna suck you off.” He grinds against your thigh in response, barely biting down the gasp that leaves his mouth at the pressure on his tip. 

His fingers move down to the rest of your cunt, gently and roughly rubbing on sensitive spots until they glide with ease in your folds. It’s only when you’re on the verge of biting the meat of his cheek, twisting to press against his flushed cheek with your mouth open, that a long finger slips in without any resistance.

There’s no comment or protest this time. No annoyed huffs either. As if to punish your previously childish behavior even more, another long finger joins its sibling and sits in your heat. There’s the slightest bit of resistance now as your body adjusts to the feeling of sudden and thorough fullness.You wiggle your hips to relieve the pressure slightly and nod against Suguru’s lips on your temple as he asks if you’re okay. Then the fingers move slowly, purposefully, out of your drooling hole.

The adjustment doesn’t take too long to get used to. You buck your hips, impatience building once again, and whimper,”Sugu.”

There’s no hiding the genuine annoyance starting to bubble beneath your skin. Even if he’s bigger than you thought he’d be, you could take him now. You can take the discomfort, the painful stretch in your pelvis as your insides greet him. He’s only just begun and, with the lack of sex recently, you’ll probably ache tomorrow.

But a part of you right now needs the pain. Needs to feel the burn that’ll deliciously light up your cunt into an overstimmed used and ruined thing. It’s been ages since you’ve last been touched and you want to feel every single part of it now. You also want to be good for Suguru and in return have him be good for you.

You want to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth, on your tongue, and in your throat. “Yeah,” you whimper, encouragement and praise bleeding into your voice,”More, c’mon. I want it—” His fingers are long enough, thick enough, that it should be enough, but you want more. Your cries go unheard as his eyes focus solely on the wet slosh your pussy makes as he pumps at your hole. 

The speed of those fingers finally picks up and travels right past where you’d begged for them to be. Instead, you meet a brutal pace that has your legs shaking slightly and hips meeting the meat of his palm. With each slight smack of his palm, each buck of your hips, your clit can only take each shock of a slap. Your orgasm builds just as viciously as the last. It claws its way from deep in your belly, making itself known with each slight “pap” on your clit. This is all too much. He’s only fingering you and your orgasms are unforgiving and seemingly constant. As Suguru continues to break the thin threads holding you together and rip them in half, the pads of his fingers rub meanly against that swollen bump inside of you.

“Sugu, Sugu, Sugu,” you chant, body writhing,”I want—”

“I don’t think you know what you want,” Suguru cuts in, hips moving a little more insistently against your thigh. You’re vaguely aware of the cotton wetting your skin when he speaks up again,”You’ll probably take anything I give you at this point.” He ignores your desperate and indignant pleas as he pulls his glazed digits from your clingy cunt,”My fingers, my tongue, my cock, my cum...in your slutty wet pussy or maybe somewhere else.”

You can feel the way your holes instinctively clench at the suggestion and can see the way Suguru grins at the feeling of those muscles tightening. As you moan at his mischievous grin, moan at the way he touches you so roughly yet so gently, those fingers find their way between his slightly parted lips. Suguru sucks off the lingering dribbles of white and hums softly at the musky taste of you dancing around his tongue. draw two individual paths along either side of your folds to wrap around their prize.

The beauty of Geto Suguru isn’t lost on you in this moment.

The wildness of his hair as it fans all over your shoulders and tickles your arms, hair tie long-forgotten in the festivities. The darkness of his eyes only shows warm lust and unfiltered and unyielding want. The various tattoos dance along his arms and cover his chest in such a way that the bright silver of his nipple piercings draws your eye. You’re probably staring for too long because Suguru begins to shift under your gaze. It isn’t discomfort or shyness, but it doesn’t feel confident or happy.

“Do I look pretty?” he asks suddenly, pursing his lips into the most obnoxious duck face. 

“You’re the prettiest, babe,” you answer with a laugh,”Need you though.”

The brief humor between the two of you dissipates and all that’s left is the heady scent of arousal.

“You have me,” Suguru smiles a little wider,”Now you’re just getting greedy.” Your pout deepens at his comment and the thought of biting his nose dances across your mind. As Suguru slides his fingers back into your aching heat, you know he can feel how wet you are. There’s no way he can’t see how much you want this. He’s even heard you beg for it, so why is he holding back?

Because Suguru hates you probably, you think, hates you so much he doesn’t want you to feel good. But you don’t want to think anymore. You want to go stupid on his cock, to become a drooling wet mess, destroyed and then slowly put back together again.

“You keep whining and complaining,”Suguru sighs, steadily picking up his previous pace,”what do you want anyway?”

You whimper immediately, arching your back as those fingers relentlessly curl upwards and press. “Suck you off,” you answer dutifully, eyes following the pale blur of Suguru’s hand between your legs.

Yeah, baby,” he coos, pressing another kiss to your forehead,”you wanna suck me off that badly huh?”

“Yeah please please plea—”

Loud. Incessant. Irritating. High pitched.

The gratingly loud song of the ringtone is enough to slow the pace of  Suguru’s fingers inside of you.

“What the fuck is that?”  

Suguru sits up a little further, slipping the pruny fingers into his mouth to suck your juices off as his other hand scrolls through the offending device. The bright light of his phone draws a groan out of him. “Shit. Six missed calls,” he mutters, “and he’ll just keep calling”. All you can process is Suguru and another orgasm.

All you care about is Suguru and another orgasm. Instead of sliding down the ledge, you’re slowly backing away and heading back home. In order to think again, in order to be a person who contributes to this world, you take matters into your own hands. 

You clamor your way up from your lying position to sit up and straddle the thick muscles that make up Suguru’s thigh. Although his eyebrows have begun to furrow, his other large hand — the not-pruny one — guides you by your waist to sit fully on your new chair.

Now, with firm pressure on your clit, you’re too far gone to care about who’s calling and why. 

The mild annoyance on Suguru’s face isn’t enough to deter you. Not after all of the teasing he’s been doing. If it can’t be the man itself, at least a part of him promises salvation. As you steady yourself on his shoulders, whimpering at and promptly ignoring the tightening grip on your waist, you begin to move your hips. The insistent pressure on your clit isn’t enough to make your mind completely shatter but it’s enough to get you over that ledge in front of you.

“Hey,” Suguru grunts softly, trying not to think of the sweet kiss from your bare pussy leaving a damp patch on his thigh,”you might wanna hold off.” The ringtone fades and leaves the filthy sound of sex behind.

A part of your mind whispers that you should ask just who’s calling Suguru at this hour but as his hand guides you more, starts lifting his thigh slightly to meet your hips, you forget everything else. Cramps burn their way into your hips and thighs as you maintain pace. While he moves you as well as he can, you don’t really trust him.

How can you be so sure that he won’t tease you? That he won’t drag you kicking and screaming from the mountaintop again all because he wants to take his time?

 “Sugu,” you pant, leaning closer to the sturdy man,”please. No more okay? Help me.”  

“Shit.” 

There it is again. Shrill and irritating. 

“Just answer. I’ll be quiet promise.”

When you look at him, you can see a slight panic in Suguru’s eyes. Attributing it up to the possibility of being caught, the shock of a fantasy being served on a silver platter, you keep humping. You watch as those eyes travel down the length of your body, taking in your bouncing tits and jiggling tummy, and focus solely on your skin meeting his. “Fuck,” he hisses, hand slowing down the speed of your hips,”you’re getting my thigh so wet baby—”

As hot as the feeling of wetting his skin is, the incessant ringtone is bringing you out of your horny reverie and into annoyance. “Sugu,” you grunt, trying to regain speed despite his hold on you,”focus, answer the phone okay?”

Suguru rolls his eyes and huffs, blindly tapping away at his phone with his other hand as he stares at your sex,“What happened to ‘Sugu, please’? All that sweet stuff from earlier?”

Despite the distractions, the annoyance, the resistance in your movement brings just the right kind of force against your clit. You’re nearly toppling over now, staring down at the rocky waters below and feeling ocean spray on your cheeks. You’re close. So close that you can practically taste it. The banter is usually welcoming, but not now. It’s now or never.

“Stop,” you moan, clinging to his shoulders,”shut up, fuck. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon —”

You barely notice Suguru’s palm leaving the heated skin of your hip. Your eyes water with the intensity of the build-up, the rise right before the fall. All that matters is the next few seconds before you can finally fall off that ledge, before you can drop down into the abyss. But then it’s there, hitting you so violently that you swear you can both hear and feel the rush of water. Suguru hisses at the feeling of warm and wet dribbling on his thigh. He has half a mind to toss you on the bed and pound you into it. ”Face down, ass up, now—”

“Suuguuruuuuu~”

The familiar voice has the two of you stopping immediately in your tracks, fear electrifying both of you. The haze leaves both of your eyes as you stare at each other in horror.

“Suguru, where are you?” you hear again, heart and stomach sinking as you finally recognize it. It takes longer than you’d like to admit for the two of you to locate the source of the voice.

Although you know that voice better than anyone, you still feel terror run through your bones as Suguru holds up his phone and flashes “Satoru” on the screen.

[nysrevenge]

Welcome to my reading corner

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Just a reader and I’m reblogging the ones that I like or just putting some of the girls (or others) on to some good writers that I enjoy(if I don’t reblog no hard feelings, especially for the new people that I’m putting on this app.Majority of them are going to be in my likes but I’m going to reblog too.This is also a safe space for writers, POC, and LGBTQA(so no fucking slander tf)

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━━ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 .ᐟ getou.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 13.4K word count. filmed sex, suguru getou, third person omniscient pov, black woman, black girls, vaginal penetration, nasty mf sex, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, squirting, creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, praising, LOTS and i mean LOTS of dirty talk, a lil degrading, slapping, condomless sex, kissing, pet names, spanking, aggressive suguru, lil bit of sweet suguru, suguru makes that girl lose her mf mind on that dick, minors aren’t welcome!

song to play while listening; 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑠 ; 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑧

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“IT’S BADDIE-BADDIE SHOT O’ CLOCK!”

Ears ring from the music blaring within her head, red bottom heel buzzing from the vibrations the floor carries. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy spending time with her friends, but this was the last place she wanted to be.

Clubbing wasn’t necessarily her thing. More so her friend's enjoyment, but to make up for lost time she agreed to this outing. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She held her drink close to her body, nodding her head softly to the music as her friends cheered out. She watched as the bottle girls appeared in front of them, swinging giddily to the beat of the song.

This had been her only day off in almost a month, working back to back doubles at her clinic. Her friends always complained that she needed to get out more—she just wished that they actually did something she enjoyed, rather than her being too nice to say the club was a bit overwhelming.

Drink after drink was being offered to her by every man within the building, her friends shooting her down each time she declined. She wasn’t interested in any of them, no matter what they offered. A dance, money, sex— her mind was elsewhere.

She kept a smile along her face as everyone in her section continued to yell in enjoyment, raising her drink as they cheered for her once again. The minute the song changed, she took that as a moment to duck off. She muttered to her best friend, “Gonna grab something out of my car,” she offered to go with her, and she shook her head that she’d be fine.

The cool air outside almost felt refreshing, as if she’d just come up for air out of the ocean. Birds chirp within the night. Any sound was better to her ears than the chaos that ensued inside the club, a sigh passing her lips as she dug her hand within her purse, searching for her lighter.

Instead of retrieving her lighter, she gripped her phone that conveniently buzzed as she touched it. She turned the screen towards her face, reading the unwanted message.

FROM:

smalldickbitchassmothafucka.

MESSAGE:

wya?

She rolled her eyes instantly, shoving the phone deep within her purse. She successfully retrieved what she was actually looking for, finding her pink cigarette box, pressing the button along the side as an equally pink bud released from the top. She pressed it in between her lips, fully focused as she searched for her lighter. Nothing.

She became more antsy as the air swooped around her, fishing around her purse deeper as she continued to search. A thought runs across her mind to completely dump the contents of her purse along the ground, knowing that was overzealous. She groans as she can’t seem to find it. Had she left it at home?

Her eyes then follow over to the light bursting open in her vision as the door swings out, quickly returning back to darkness as a body now stands a couple of feet away from her. A broken light above them flickers down onto a tall man. Cigarette poking in between the plush of his lips, even being in darkness, she sees him. He was horrifyingly attractive. Tattoos roam under the black top he wears, the shirt seemingly supposed to have an oversized look but it mistakenly clung to his hard upper body. Gauges swinging in his ears, low bun dropping tendrils around his face as he lights the end of his cigarette, shaking the fire off the tip as he inhales quickly. She drinks in his appearance. Eyebrow piercing glinting under the dim light, midnight black hair that complimented his olive skin, piercing eyebrows that give him a natural frown. Jesus.

She usually could see attractive men and go about her day. But something about him clung to her, moth to a flame as she stared at him. He was beautiful. The only thing that took her out of her staring was her phone buzzing in her purse again. She opens it, eyes dropping down to the lit screen.

FROM:

smalldickbitchassmothafucka.

MESSAGE:

ik you’re at the club. let me pull up to your section.

She turns her phone over in her purse, other hand still holding her box of cigarettes. She usually wasn’t the type to approach a stranger in any scenario, but it wasn’t gonna kill her to ask, nor would it kill her if he said no. She takes a deep breath, taking a couple of steps towards him as she asks, “Sorry—you gotta’ light?”

His figure was tall and well toned more up close. His eyes shifted over to her, smoke coming out of his nose similar to a dragon as he stared down at her smaller frame. The way that she drank in his appearance wasn’t the way he consumed hers. She stood in front of him, pretty as can be. Light brown skin, onyx curls that wrapped around the fullness of her baby face and heart shaped russet lips. Her eyebrows were darker than the night, arched over the wisps of lashes that lined the edge of her eyelids. Her face was almost feline under the dim light. Dark brown eyes glowing viciously at him, coaxing his attention. Between the brown lip liner and mauve color scheme she mixed together, nose having a tiny amount of pink blush on it, it all enhanced her beauty in a way that gave her a great amount of appeal. If it wasn’t her face, it definitely was the heavily detailed dress she wore, clinging to a preposterous figure as it was a long sleeved, deep v neck design dipping down her chest to show the valley of her taut breast. Her nipples poke through the multicolored material as if saying hello to him, fabric clasping around her child bearing hips, fat ass, skidding down to the dangerously tall red bottoms she wears. She was sexy if he couldn’t think of another word.

“Yeah,” his deep voice rang in her mind, reaching somewhere in her body—maybe nudging her clit—as her brain scattered fantasies of hearing that voice in her ear. She shook the thought away as quickly as it came, watching as he leans forward, flicking the lighter as he cuffs his large hand over it. Her body leans into him as she successfully lights the end of the cigarette, pressing her two fingers around it as she inhaled, letting the smoke fill the space.

In her own way of saying thank you, she attempts to spark a conversation as she mutters, “Trying to knock my habit. I seem to be failing.”

The man chuckles softly, a sly smile growing across his lips, “Same here. Shit is too expensive.”

As he watched her take in a long inhale from the cigar, his dark eyes would scan over the rest of her body.

“What’s an innocent girl doing out here alone? Tryna’ get away from the loud music?”

“Innocent?” She raises an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in her eye, “How presumptive. Just needed a moment of silence, not much of a club person,” she explains.

His deep chuckle was smooth in her chest, shaking logic off of her shoulders as she felt a little too captivated in wanting to hear everything he had to say. He’d give her another charming smile before he nodded his head, “Too bad, pretty little doll like you shouldn’t be smoking like an old ass man. Sure you aren’t out here hiding from a crazy ex or something?”

What a damn flirt, she thinks. Nonetheless it causes her to chuckle, “Mm, not quite. I’m actually here with my best friends. It was easier to come out here, I wasn't trying to bring down the mood with my shitty one.”

Her eyes knock down to her phone that buzzes again, a roll coming to her eyes as she doesn’t read the message this time. The man in front of her seemed to be studying her, almost. He sees as she refuses to look at her phone.

He’d raise his eyebrows, “I didn’t peg you to be a liar.”

“You shouldn’t peg a stranger to tell you any type of truth,” she’s quick, he thinks, a smile back along his lips as he turns his face towards the night.

“Entertain me, then. You gotta’ man?” He flatly asks.

“Had one. You’re nosey, it’s cute.”

“It’s an occupational hazard,” his eyes flick down her body, “I’d like to think I’m making conversation. You’re good at fuckin’ around before giving a solid answer,” he tells her, bringing his lighter back out as he flicks it on for the end of his cigarette.

She leans back against the building, noticing the intense stare he gives her, almost like he wanted to pin her along the wall.

“Ex-boyfriend. Almost a month now.”

He’d give a nod of his head upon hearing her response. After taking a long exhale of the cigar from his lips, he’d glance down at her again, “Must’ve been a fuckin’ idiot. The bastard cheated or something?”

She turns her head towards him, silence as she hears what could’ve been a compliment, “With my co-worker, actually. Called me crying that her car broke down and I asked him to give her a ride to my apartment. He had my car. Next thing I knew, she was riding him,” she shrugs, hearing as he sucks his teeth, “It’s okay. I’m trying to be a big girl about it.”

“I’ll kill him for you,” his voice is serious.

She lets out another breath, laughing softly as she says, “He’d be dead if my intent was to kill him.”

“That’s a damn shame. You should be angry,” he tells her, scanning her face that rids any emotion from the comment. She’s quiet.

She shrugs, “Could just be a coping mechanism. We were together for a while. NowI just feel—stuck…”

She feels like she’s over sharing. She shakes her head, changing the subject as she asks, “So what are you doing out here by yourself? You’re not a creep, are you?”

A deep chuckle comes from under his breath, “A man can’t take a smoke break?”

“Not if he’s preying on innocent women, scathing for their vulnerability,” she scans his face, his amusement to her words unbearably attractive as he shows his bone straight smile to laugh.

“And you say I’m the cute one,” He exhaled the smoke, watching as the puffs quickly got taken up by the soft wind before it scattered in every direction.

Although he seems to brush off her slightly rude comment, she snapped only because he was digging the surface of her emotions. She didn’t like that. She let out a breath as she tried to correct herself, “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to offend. I’ve heard there are monsters crawling the city at night,” she tries to joke, “But I am voluntarily smoking beside you. So I can’t really call you anything.”

“Need me to protect you?” He taunts.

“Absolutely not. Maybe you’re projecting, sure you’re not the one in need of saving?”

He eyes her, “Funny. To answer your question, I’m here with some friends—I needed a moment to myself.”

“Doesn’t answer on whether you need saving or not.”

“You seem to have a big imagination,” he then points out, flicking his cigarette onto the ground, raising himself off of the wall as he steps closer to her.

“Bigger than a child’s,” she agrees, “I’ll always be a believer in spooky things,” she states, twisting the cigarette within her fingers.

“I could be one of those monsters,” he shrugs, body towering her frame as he now fully stands.

She continues to lean along the wall, a small laugh falling from her lips as the nicotine makes her slightly buzzed, eyeing him in a way she hadn’t before. Her phone buzzed in her purse again. He was close to her, his cologne drowning in her nose as he placed his arm along the side of her body against the wall.

“Are you scared?” He asks, his voice low, deep.

She shakes her head, trying to suppress her smile as she says, “Nope.”

“Good.”

It was true. At that moment, she felt nothing. All she could see was this attractive man in front of her, the tendrils of his hair close to her face. He’s trouble. On the other hand she thinks—should’ve had a goddamn lighter.

Right on time, the door to the club then swings open. Eyes look around outside, successfully finding her friend as she holds her phone to her ear, “Here her ass goes. Earth to the birthday girl! I’ve called you three times, Star. ’The hell have you been doing out here?” She eyes the man with a frown, bringing her focus back to her friend.

His eyebrows slightly raise at that, yet he keeps his eyes on her. An evil grin reappears atop of that eerily straight smile as he smugly states, “Looks like your smoke break is over, birthday girl.”

She sighs, “Unfortunately. And your name was?”

“Suguru,” he replies, the name sounding sexy falling from his lips. A brief thought wonders what it’d sound like falling out of her own mouth.

“Nice to meet you,” she hums, “Thanks for the light.”

She dropped her cigarette along the ground, digging her thin heel into the object before making her way inside, his eyes knocking down to her ass, “No problem,” leaving him outside by himself.

The rest of the night was better than she expected it to be. Her mood was up a bit more—specifically after a couple shots of Dussè—an outgoing personality now fitting along with the rest of her friends as they sang her happy birthday. She could admit, the rest of the night also included her constantly making eyes at Suguru, his presence reaching from the other side of the club even as he distractedly spoke to his friends. She felt him staring. Her phone buzzed in the corner of their section, Star and her friends now tipsily rapping out to ‘Fake Jammin’ by Sexxy Redd, the alcohol in her system providing a confidence as as bent over the table, swinging her hips to the song, dipping down sultrily, careless of the eyes that followed her body. And yes, she knew he was looking. As she continued to giggle and dance with her friends, she curiously looked over to see if he was watching. Of course he was.

Yeah, okay. He thought to himself.

The night eventually came to an end, the DJ announcing that the club was closing with it being four-thirty in the morning. Star’s feet were aching in her heels as she trudged behind her friends through the front door, her body feeling the presence of the man she’d met outside behind her, even in the chaos of other people walking. She refused to look back. Even with her feet hurting, she was still a little floaty from her previous shots, a giddiness that couldn't ruin her happiness. Her other friends trailed behind her, two of them holding onto each other as they were drunk, her best friend also being the only other sober one.

“We woke up in the kitchen saying ‘How the hell did this shit happen? Oh baby!” One friend sings behind her, seemingly becoming more intoxicated as she shouts out the lyrics.

“Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club—“ the other sings, clinging onto her friends arm as they sing in unison, “DRUNK IN LOVEE!”

“You think they’re gonna throw up?” Star asks, trying to hide her laugh as they belt out the chorus.

“God I hope not,” her best friend sighs, eyes on the screen of her phone as she throws her purse up her shoulder, “Big-E just texted me, said he wants me to pull up on him.”

“Who?” Star frowns deeply.

Her best friend frowns back, “Don’t do that. You know that’s my lil’ play thing!”

“Oh girl, you mean Emmanuel? The one that steals cars?” She ignores the arm that shoves her away, laughing at her best friend's irritation, “Please call that man by his government. I am not calling his ass by that stupid ass street name.”

“It’s cute!”

Star rolls her eyes, “Ghetto. You’re tryna’ go over there right now?”

She nods her head in reply, “Imma’ drop off dumb and dumber to my house before I go, let them raid my kitchen and sober themselves up. You’ good to drive home?”

“Yeah, I’m good—“

At the mention of her car, she halts as she sees her blood red Camaro, a bright yellow catching her eye as she sees not just one—but two boots on her back wheels. Her energy quickly falters, anger seeping up her spine as she picks up her dress, darting closer to her car as she spits, “Motherfucker.”

“Oh hell,” her best friend curses, “I thought you paid to park?”

“I did! Fuckin’ forty dollars just so I could be close to the door, the bouncer told me it was fine! That stupid ass nig—“

“Calm down. What are you gonna’ do?”

“I don’t fucking know. I have a night shift later on. This is so stupid!” She exclaims, leaning along her vehicle as she runs her fingers through her hair exasperatedly.

Almost like clockwork, Suguru appeared behind her after overhearing the conversation between Star and her friends, seeing as she was now fuming about the boot on her wheels. He gave a nod to his own friends as he made his way over to the bodies standing around her vehicle, a small hint of amusement on his face as he asked, “Everything alright?”

“Hell no. Motherfuckers put a boot on my damn car.”

“Damn. That’s crazy,” he tells her.

She narrows her eyes at the unnecessary comment, feeling her pressure spiking at the shit-eating grin upon his face. She then states, “Did you need something? Cause’ unless you got Triple A in your back pocket, imma’ ask you to get the fuck away from my car.”

“Hm, I didn’t know Triple A took boots off of cars,” he replies, tilting his head sarcastically.

Her eye twitches. Just as she’s about to go off on him, one of her drunken friends cuts her off as she drops her face to get a look at him, eyeing his body up and down as she asks, “Where the hell you’ from? It damn sure ain’t Louisiana.”

He smirks towards her as he replies, “Kyoto, Japan. Moved out here when I was younger, I stayed to help rebuild the businesses needing repair from Hurricane Katrina.”

“Oooh, that’s what you do for work?” The other friend also slurs.

“Imma’ architect, love. So yes.”

“Oooh, a working man. I like that,” the two friends both play off of each other, moaning together.

Star’s annoyance nearly clouds at the top of her head, Suguru enjoying the way her face becomes red, full cheeks fuming as she stares at him. She looked adorable.

“Your friends are funny,” he chuckles.

“Then get their numbers. You seem to be interested,” she fires back.

“Cute,” he eyes her, “I want you though.”

“So? Get in line. You ain’t the only one.”

“I wasn’t asking,” he tells her, large frame hovering over hers as he stares down. Unfortunately she was slightly mesmerized. What a fucking-goddamn flirt, she thinks again.

“I’ll take you home, babydoll. Since you seem to be stuck here anyway.”

“Nuh-uh! Hell no. You’ fine and all, but nobody knows your big headed ass. Try again, make your way back to your lil’ boy band,” her best friend cuts off.

Star shrugs, “I don’t know you.”

He’d glance down at her, shrugging his shoulders with his hands shoved in pockets before he’d gaze down into her friends eyes, “I understand. How about I give you my information?”

“Oop! He’s good,” the drunk friend comments.

“Whew, fine as hell, too!,” the other muttered, drunkenly giggling amongst each other.

Her best friend still has her arms crossed with narrowed eyes as she replies, “That sounds good and all, but no. Let’s go, Star.”

Star lets out a breath, seeing that irregardless of his playful nature, he becomes serious as he speaks of her safety. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to get a ride home from an attractive man, that’s all it was going to be. She then turns to her best friend, “Actually, it’s okay. He can take me home. I know you wanna go to your little sneaky links house and end the night off with him. You have my location, I’ll be fine. Go to Big-E’s house, or whatever the fuck his name is.”

“Big-E?” Suguru frowns, Star quickly reminds, “Hush.”

“You sure?” Her best friend frowns.

“Positive.”

She then looks back at Suguru as she says, “She has a gun. Just so you know.”

“You’ll have my information, she has her gun. She’ll be good,” he promises.

Her best friend apprehensively stares between the two, sighing out as she says, “Fine. Keep your phone close to you at all times, so god help me I will chop you up into little pieces if you don’t answer me,” she threatens, pulling her into a hug.

“I’ll hand you the knife,” Star chuckles, tightening the embrace.

“Let me get these dumbasses home,” she sighs, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Star replies, the two girls behind them giggling as they wave to Suguru, “Byeeeee.”

He waves shyly, chuckling as they pull each other along to the car. Once the two are now left alone, Star looks to him as she says, “You think you’re so cute, huh?”

“I am. My mom tells me all the time,” he replies, “So, Big-E? That’s a cool name.”

“I’m ignoring you,” she mutters, going towards her car as she begins to pull her work clothes out of the backseat.

“Can you call me Big-S?”

“I will fuckin’ shoot you.”

The first thirty minutes of the car ride had been silent. Star had her eyes forward, her mind stressing over the fact that her car had a boot on it, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, and she was now receiving a ride from an ungodly hot stranger that slightly annoyed her. Her feet also ached. But she needed something to uplift her spirits. The wind rushed through her hair as he drove a sleek black Challenger, customizing it to look almost retro as it had a drop top, headlights a lime green color as it shined onto the street.

“Nice car,” she compliments softly.

He turns his head towards her, “So she does speak.”

“You can just say thank you.”

“Thank you,” he replies, “Wanna see how fast it goes?”

“No—“

She squeals out as he presses his foot on the gas, igniting the engine as he speeds faster down the road. She grips onto the door with a now red face. Suguru chuckles, the car engine growing louder as he presses his foot down.

“Relax, pretty. I’m a good driver, Never had an accident,” he would reassure, looking back at the road, “You mentioned having a night shift. Where do you work?”

“I’m an uh—Phlebotomist,” she tells him, shrieking lightly as he goes even faster, “Would you stop it?!Don’t be an ass, speeding down the highway and killing me won't make your dick any bigger!”

His laughter grew as she would shriek when he continued to drive even faster, taking corners just to tease her more, “I’m just tryna’ lighten up your night a bit, it is your birthday.”

“Or just slow down?” She suggested. Her eyes fall down to her phone that vibrates once again, body becoming irritated at the familiar number.

FROM:

smalldickbitchassmothafucka.

MESSAGE:

you ignoring me fr?

She flips the phone on her lap. Suguru catches this movement, looking down as he asks, “Ex tryna’ contact you again?”

“Unfortunately,” she mutters.

“Why not just block him?”

She thinks on that question, trying to figure out whether she wants to be honest with him—or honest with herself, really.

“I like the attention. But I don’t want to talk to him,” she shrugs.

He raises an eyebrow, “Isn't that a little petty?”

“Petty? Might be. I enjoy seeing him suffer a bit—if he’s even suffering. He’s probably calling me, laid up with some bitch as we speak,” a roughness is in her voice, almost like jealousy. She could admit that the idea bothered her a bit.

Suguru keeps his eyes on the road in front of them, “Maybe he is. Why do you give a fuck, though? He doesn’t deserve you. You’re a fuckin’ ten, he’s an idiot.”

She feels her face become warm, not sure why his words make her a little flustered. She usually had control in these situations. She then says, “I didn’t ask for a therapy session.”

“Not trying to give you one,” he frowned, “If you truly didn’t care, you would’ve cut contact. Saying you enjoy the attention sounds like bullshit. You still have some sort of feelings for him.”

“You really are nosey, aren’t you?” She scrunches her face.

“You went from your whole body shriveling up when he texts to you getting upset over the possibility that he is with someone else. Which is it?”

“Would you rather me shoot you in your ass, or shove my foot up there? Which is it?” She mocks, back to being annoyed with him.

“I hit a nerve,” he points out, “You could’ve just told me to drop the subject.”

“Threatening to shoot you should have sufficed that I wanted the conversation to end,” she sneers.

Their relationship was an extreme sore spot for her. She wasn’t sure if feelings were still there, or she was bitter from being hurt—nonetheless, she didn’t want to hear the truth. He couldn’t help but still think she was incredibly cute even when upset with him. As he continues to drive, the car is back to being silent. The streets are completely empty as her eyes stare out the window. Suguru then halted, twisting the wheel as he began to spin the vehicle.

Her wide eyes shifted to him as she asked, “What are you doing?”

A mischief is now in his eyes as he looks at her. He presses his foot along the gas, the car beginning to swerve faster as it flew backwards. He’s doing donuts. At first, she’s completely terrified. She cries, “Hey! Stop it!” Her hair flying all around her face, wind smacking her body.

“I told your ass to relax,” he places his hand along her thigh, reassuringly squeezing as he takes his other hand, turning the wheel in the direction he wants to go.

The car begins to spin faster. Her heart nearly falls in her ass. But as it continues, it feels almost as if she’s on a rollercoaster. Her stomach dropped in a way that made her feel ticklish. It felt like her entire body weighed nothing, and she was flowing through the air like a bird. Her curiosity got the best of her as the music within the car boomed along her skin, her head slightly tilting outside of the car, hair flying in the opposite direction, air swooping along her scalp. She faintly giggles.

The air felt good in her face, pulling her unruly curls out of it as the street lights shined along her expression. In that same second she jumped from curiosity to fearlessness. She shuffled onto her knees as she leaned her upper body out of the car and yelled out, releasing all the pent up energy within her body, whether it was good or bad.

Suguru grinned as he saw her beginning to enjoy herself. He would glance over at her, watching as she would lean out the car to yell, Cheshire grin along her face. Her frame was beautiful as she bent over, his mind aching to touch her, feeling the peace that radiated off her body. It sounded stupid to say, but at that moment she felt— free. She brought her head back into the car and laughed, seeing as Suguru reversed the vehicle back on the road, howling as he sped down the street.

“Look at you, so pretty when you’re not mad.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, biting her own mouth as she didn’t want to smile.

He poked her cheek, “I see that smile, you can’t hide it. Now I wanna make you smile all the time.”

She keeps her eyes to her lap, shaking her head at his words. Damn. She hated how good he was. Her mind has that floaty feeling she had when she first exited the club, body tingling as Suguru reached for her thigh again. He dragged his fingers up as he searched for her hand, pulling her towards himself as he kissed her palm, muttering, “You’re sweet, doll,” holding their intertwined fingers in his own lap. Something shifted in her chest.

They had finally made it to her apartment after almost an hour of driving. Although, she could admit that she was glad to have that hour with him. Silence greets them again, her free hand patting lightly along her lap as she tries to find her words. She couldn’t lie, he was patient —despite the multiple occasions where she almost crashed out. She felt like she needed to grow fond of the word sweet and take action.

“Um—do you wanna come inside for breakfast? My treat,” she offers, “I mean—I feel like I owe you something—if you want. Just—yes or no, please?” She stuttered out, wanting to kick herself.

For the first time, he catches her being…nervous? Those same round cheeks that he couldn’t stop staring at were warm within her face, no blush needed for her skin as she was doing it naturally.

A smirk grew in his face as he decided he wouldn’t make fun of her for it, “That’s fine.”

“That’s fine? That’s like saying, ‘sure’ like you just do it cause it seems convenient—“

“Star. I want to. Stop fussing, brat.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not a damn brat. Just needed clarification,” she grumbles.

“Can you feed a man, babydoll? I got needs,” he touches his stomach, groaning dramatically.

She’d never had another man in her house besides her ex in years. Although she wanted to play along with him, her awkwardness was beginning to return. She nodded her head, “Good. Yeah. Good. Okay,” she muttered, now wanting to full on roundhouse kick herself.

He grabs her things for her as she gets out of the car, Star’s nonexistent ass hairs standing up as he follows her up the stairs into her small apartment. Pink decor and stuffed animals laid all around the living room.

“Don’t say shit about my girly ass house, healing my inner child,” she defends, locking the door behind him. Her apartment almost seemed too small with him in it, his large frame damn near covering the entire house.

He’d glance around the room, feeling a little taken back by the large amounts of pink decor and toys, Suguru finding himself even more interested the more he saw. He let out a chuckle, “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

He’d lean against the wall as the two of them stood inside, glancing down at his towering height, her apartment being so tiny that he almost had to kneel down to not reach the ceiling.

“Kuromi?” She then calls.

Before Suguru could ask who she was calling for, a pitch black pit-bull came flying out of her bedroom, beelining straight for him. As intimidating as the dog looked, the large animal pants excitedly at the scent of a new guest within the house, rubbing her body against him happily.

“Don’t worry. She’s harmless, as much as I want her to be the most terrifying guard dog. I think she secretly wants to be a cat, rubbing up against you like that,” Star can’t help but smile.

The dog was adorable. He let out another chuckle as he looked, crouching down with his hand extended, “Hey, girl. Come here.”

“You better stop, she falls in love easily,” Star warns as she sees them becoming acquainted, “Anything in particular you want for breakfast? I’ll cook anything but bacon, me or Kuromi don’t do pork,” she explained, patting her dog as she jumped up beside her, excitedly yelping at her presence.

“Why don’t you do pork?”

Star presses her lips together, sighing out as she hates telling this story, “Well…there was a petting zoo at my job one time and I took Kuromi with me cause they said other animals were allowed. And—well, she ate one of the pigs. It was so sad,” she frowns, her eyes coming up as she sees him trying to hold in his laugh, “Hey! Not funny,” she pouts.

Suguru’s eyes widened in curiosity at her answer to his question, before immediately letting out a laugh. His laugh would only continue further “Why the hell would you bring your dog to a petting zoo?”

“I just wanted her to see other animals,” she continues to pout, moving her face away as he gently touches her chin in comfort.

He’d look down at her as she pouted, unable to hold back from gently caressing her chin with his palm. He found himself being a little intrigued at the look she seemed to frequently make, Suguru leaning forward, “Your pouts are adorable, y’know that? I’ve never seen anyone who pouts and tantrums as much as you do.”

“I do not tantrum, dickhead. Just complain more often than others,” she corrects, making her way towards the kitchen, beginning to search around as she stated, “Just for that you’re getting a damn omelet. No choices for you!”

She bent over into the fridge, never noticing his eyes that continuously knocked down to her ass any opportunity he had to do so. He followed behind her as he leaned onto the counter, “What if I’m allergic to eggs? What if I was looking forward to having pancakes or something?”

“Then I hope you have an epipen! Should’ve thought about that before you basically called me a toddler,” she retorts, diving into the fridge for the ingredients she needed, placing them on the counter.

He found himself amused by her attitude. He’d lean over her shoulder slightly as she brought out the ingredients she needed, letting a grin grow on his lips as he spoke into her ear, “Keep talking shit and I’ll put you over my knee to spank your ass like a damn toddler.”

She blows her hair out of her face, feeling a chill run through her body at his close proximity. She brushes him off as she then mutters, “Womp womp. Whatever, anyways, ooh! I have turkey bacon, is that okay?”

He exhales, “Perfectly fine, baby. Let’s hope you cook as good as you look.”

“Don’t be tryna’ kiss my ass now cause you want a good breakfast. Besides, I’m the best omelet maker in this century. In this galaxy, you’ll see,” she nods her head, grabbing for a pan and whisking spoon.

“Are you even alive if you haven’t had an omelet from Star?” He taunts.

Star winks, “Exactly. You’re smart. I like men with big sexy brains.”

As she begins cracking the eggs into a bowl, her phone buzzes for the thousandth time tonight. She unfortunately had the ability to see the screen since it was facing upward, briefly reading over the message, honestly wishing she hadn’t.

FROM:

smalldickbitchassmothafucka.

MESSAGE:

imma come over there when i get off work. i wanna talk to you. i fucked up.

“Do you need me to block his ass for you? You seem to be fuckin’ hardheaded,” Suguru speaks, Star looking behind herself as she catches an irritation in his voice.

“He’s just pissed that I’m ignoring him. He’ll stop eventually.”

“He’s been texting you since four in the morning, probably even before that. It’s damn near seven now. The more you ignore him, the more he’s gonna seek out your response.”

“Are you putting on your therapist hat again? I don’t think I asked for another session,” she furrowed her eyebrows towards him.

“I don’t need to wear my therapist hat to understand how an ex’s shitty behavior works, baby. You’re an enabler.”

She let out a breath as she asked, “Hand me an egg, please?” Reflexively blowing her hair out of her face as she tried to ignore his comment.

He raised a brow at the sudden change of subject, his hand beginning to move to pick up one of the eggs before he’d tease, “Say please again. Much sweeter in your pretty voice.”

“Hand me the fucking egg, jackass?” She corrects herself, smiling as she does so.

“Good girl. You’re better behaved than before,” he then hands her the egg, Star snatching it out of his palm.

Star begins to play music from her phone, ignoring the multiple messages as she places it back down, continuing to cook. Silence comes back between the two as Suguru begins looking around her apartment, catching younger pictures of her, family portraits, small things that made him grin. As he continued to her bedroom, he noticed a phone holder mounted along her wall across from the bed, frowning at the randomly placed adapter.

“What’s this for?” He asks, Star leaning herself out of the kitchen as she follows his eyes to her bedroom, “Hm?”

As she made eye contact with the familiar piece of equipment, an influx of memories came flooding into her mind. She couldn’t debate whether they were fond memories. She wipes her hands with a paper towel, annoyed at the blood filling her cheeks as she replies, “We uh…use to record ourselves…y’know. Or I’d record something for him,” she says quietly.

His brows would raise a little as he heard her explain what it had been used for, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.

“Don’t smile like that. It’s creepy,” she turned back into the kitchen, continuing to crack another egg into the bowl as she was planning to mix the yolk with seasoning.

“That’s not very nice, doll. I didn’t even make fun of you this time.”

“Your face told it all,” she grumbled.

“How about you make your signature omelet so good it completely masks my thoughts?” He’s back to his taunting, entertained by how riled up it makes her.

“Maybe I should poison it then, hm?” She suggests politely.

“Will it give me the shits or make me sleepy?”

She presses her lips together, a small chuckle leaving her mouth at that as she giggles, “You’re so dumb.”

The soft music playing was a comfort to her. With all of their innocent flirting, Star didn’t realize just how much she was intriguing Suguru. All of the times she had an attitude with him, snapped at him, her smile, her sexy laugh, all of it was being jotted down in his head. He was like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any second. Fortunately for her, his time capsule had began when they first met. Unfortunately, his time capsule had just now run out. As she began to stir the egg yolk, her eyes hadn’t noticed as Suguru watched her every move. His vision had darkened, tunneling in on her. Specifically on her dress and the way her body curved within it.

Her innocence had gotten the best of her, in her own world as she happily spoke, “You’re gonna love the taste of these, promise.”

“What do you taste like?”

The words fall from his lips quickly. It spiked up her spine like he’d lit a match, making sure that she wasn’t crazy and that she’d heard his words correctly.

Her eyes turn towards him as she says, “I—huh?—“

She squealed lightly as he picked her up by the hips, placing her roughly on the kitchen counter. Her face goes completely hot, unable to say anything against his dark eyes. He would laugh darkly at her reaction, taking in the way her cheeks flushed brightly as he placed her onto the countertop with such ease. His eyes would wander over her now exposed thighs, hands gripping the skin as he moved to stand in between them, “Are you always this pretty when you’re flustered, Star?”

“Flustered? I—well—“

His lips are along her throat, Star’s hand flying upward and gripping tightly along his neck as he sucks along the skin like it’d be his last time ever doing so. Her entire body melted at his touch. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d felt this type of pleasure, her eyes fluttered shut, a whimper leaving her mouth before she could think about suppressing it.

He would feel her grip him tightly as she let out a light whimper, a grin spreading wide on his face hearing the noise fall from her mouth. He would press another few kisses onto her throat, his mouth trailing up until he lightly nipped at her ear, tugging it between his teeth as he whispered to her, “Fuck. You’re so sensitive, baby. You’re already falling apart.”

She didn’t know where these feelings came from, but it was like a river rushing through a dam, crumbling the wall as her body was now immensely aroused. She wanted him to touch her in ways no one else hadn’t. No one else couldn’t. Her phone began to buzz again, her eyes looking over to it, suddenly being pulled away as Suguru gripped her chin, harshly pulling her mouth to his.

He would be brought out of his own thoughts, feeling her begin to look away as the sound of her phone echoed through the room again. A low growl would come from his chest as he began to pull her chin back towards him, his mouth deepening the kiss. His hands would move up, grabbing onto her hips as he pulled her forward towards him, pressing her body more firmly against his own. His kiss was different. It was passionate, all while being completely lustful. His tongue was within her mouth, damn near removing the tonsils from her throat as he swirled it around, holding her by her chin dominantly.

His tongue explored the inside of her mouth as he groaned softly, loving the taste she had. She was sweeter than she looked. He would move one of his hands down to her thigh, giving her skin a light pinch between his fingers, Star gasping softly as he hoisted her against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. In that vast moment he also used one of his hands to grab her phone. He continued to kiss her, digging his fingers into her scalp as he jerked her head back, yanking her face upwards to suck along the skin of her throat. The feeling was so overwhelming, her eyes closed as she dug her teeth into her lip.

She barely had a conscience to notice as he placed her phone within the holder against the wall, her ears then registering as he turned on the camera, pressing the record button.

She looked up to him as she said, “What are you…”

He would chuckle at her questioning tone, his lips moving down along her jawline as he replied, “I wanna see how pretty you look on camera. You like being watched, doll?”

“No,” she immediately lies. Her entire being was interested in his offer, but she refused to let herself fall that easily. Her breath hitched as his hand fell down to her ass, gripping the skin in his palm as he harshly spanked her at her response.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me. Be honest and give me permission before I do anything else to you,” he demands.

She was at a loss for words. When she realized that he was more worried about her consent than anything else, she nodded her head, “Yes, I like being watched,” coming so soft from her plush lips, pulling him forward into another kiss.

She’d never had a man be so forward with her, eyes catching her face within the camera as he laid her along the end of the bed, her eyes only able to see his broad back within the camera as he gripped his shirt from behind, removing it to reveal an inked up back.

His eyes would glance into the camera that was pointed at the two of them, his grin slowly growing into a full smirk as he saw her expression. His arms flexed around him, showing off the ink that was along his back before he’d pull the shirt off fully, tossing it to the floor as he turned back around and kneeled down in front of her.

Her eyes watched him. Her entire frame jumped as he yanked her to the end of the bed, tossing her legs over his shoulders. She then heard him mutter, “Fuck that,” twisting her around so her back was now facing the camera, his body leaning against the front of the bed. She was now sitting along the top of his face, legs hoisted above his broad shoulders.

He groans, digging his fingers into her skin as he pushes her dress up, his eyes catching sight of the name, ‘Angel’ tattooed along her ass cheek. He arrogantly chuckles, Star gasping lightly as he spanks right above the name, gripping the trembling skin within his palm as he groans, “Imma’ eat your pussy so fucking good.”

He instantly wraps his lips around her clit as he pulls her down, grunting as he tastes her, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he does so. She was like candy to an addict, a reward that wasn’t so easily given to him. He wanted to drown in her. A demon out of hell he was, sucking along Star’s clit as he dragged his tongue through the entirety of her, twisting his head from side to side as he delved deeper, relishing her scent melodically.

She sucked in a breath, knees shifting on the edge of the bed as he held her by the back of her thighs, his eyes locking up to hers in a way that had her release a cruel exhale.

“I’m g—gonna fall—“

She nearly slipped, his strong arms catching her legs, locking them up over his shoulders, allowing her to lean halfway on the bed. He guided, “Control your hips, baby. I’m doing the rest. You’re so fuckin’ wet. I want more,” he grunts, nuzzling his lips against her clit, nudging the sensitive flesh as he lapped his tongue up and down, gripping her skin tighter as he commanded, “Give me more.”

“Suguru,” she whimpered. He realized up until now that this was her first time saying his name, the sound so foreign among her tongue that it ignited him even further. Her back arched, deepening her core along his face, shuddering out another gasp. His tongue worked along her sensitive folds in teasing strokes, dragging down until he met with her squelching hole, tongue fitting perfectly inside of her as he pushed within the velvet of her walls.

Star’s mouth broke open as she moaned, gripping her hand in his hair that framed along the edge of the bed. He ground her hips along his face with desperation. It was as if he were starving, making out with her core in a way that had his lips and jaw soaked, head knocking up and down as he grunted against her.

He locked his mouth along her clit again, Star shudderingly gasping and whining peevishly that she tugged his hair, eyes tightly shut as he dirtily spit along her opening and watching as her chest palpitated, running his tongue along the entirety of her pussy and slowly pushing his head forward, suckling against her. He dirtily kissed her clit, eyeing it dangerously from above before spitting on it again, hungrily taking it back into his mouth. He devoured her. She gripped the dark streams until her knuckles blushed a crimson red, blood flow coursing through her veins immaculately.

Her eyes briefly made their way behind herself, seeing the outline of her body atop of his face, her vision able to see as his tongue plasters upward and onto her core, her eyes quickly falling back to the opposite direction as he stings another spank to her ass, “Pussy is so pretty, baby. Like fuckin’ art,” he groans.

He went from pressing kisses along her inner thighs just to get a look at her core glistening tempestuously, to his tongue again running along the entirety of her, taking in the rosy color against his taste buds, groaning tumultuously at how something so vulgar was deliriously alluring. Star’s lower abdomen trembled at the merciless action. Her hips swirled slightly as she whimpered gratifyingly when he ran his index and middle finger along her clit, running down her core before he sunk his fingers inside of her, scissoring her opening. Suguru listened as she prettily moaned in his ears from the harsh actions, her nails shoving into his hair as he inhaled her honey streamed scent and delectable taste, a mixture of inebriety that Suguru desired for.

She thought for a second, maybe he hated her. Maybe he wanted to do some type of torture upon her. Had to. His long tongue, slick with saliva lengthens out as he grips the bottom of her thighs, bouncing her up and down against his face, grunting each time his tongue pokes at her g-spot. Star reaches back as he grips for his arm, whimpering as Suguru shoves her hand away, spanking her for even touching him.

“Put your fuckin’ hand down.”

“Suguru, please. I’m gonna cum.”

“Then make a mess on me.”

The sound of her opening sounds wet, sticky and spurting out as she creams just from his mouth, Suguru arrogantly chuckling as he spreads his tongue for the camera, “Yeah, yeah. Too fuckin’ good to me, creaming on my tongue. Imagine how you’ll look on my dick. I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

She believes him, too. Star holds her breath as he pulls her body upwards, his back now fully against the bed’s banister as he sat up against it. He was quick, twisting her hair within his fist as he guided her pretty face towards him, locking her within a kiss that she had to exhale for. He pulls her back from his lips, “Such a fuckin’ brat,” Star is already knowing, reaching for the hem of his pants as she pulls them off, her eyes not expecting something so heavy and veiny to slap along his belly button. Her mouth goes agape.

He watches her within the camera, her silhouette beautiful to his eyes, back arching as she kneels towards him, lashes fluttering against her full cheeks as her breath hitches from the hold he has along her hair. She wraps her lips around his tip, pink and soft within her mouth as she slides her mouth down, letting him sink deeper within her throat until she coughs, humming with her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Suguru’s eyes never leave the sight of her on video, curls shifting in his fist as Star bobs her head up and down, whimpering out as she begins to move her neck faster, desperately wanting every inch of him within her throat.

“All you needed was something in that fuckin’ filthy mouth of yours,” he grunts, watching as she wraps her hands around the bottom that her mouth can’t reach, moaning softly as she massages his balls with her fingers. His intense stare at her darkens, “This is all you wanted, huh? Spit on my dick, don’t need you crying that I’m tearing you apart. Need you to take every inch of me.”

Shut up, shut up, she thinks, his words making her more wet by the second, gasping against him as he spanks her again, rushing his hand up to the back of her neck as he pushes her face down. Her arousal practically drips along the bed. Star’s lips begin to burn, her throat entirely full as his tip knocks at the top of her mouth, almost feeling empty each time he pulls out to slam back in.

“I’m so fuckin’ horny,” she whimpers, Suguru chuckling as he pulls her face up to his, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she admits, carelessly so, opening her mouth as she sucks him back down her throat, slamming her lips down the front of his hips, Suguru grunting out, abdomen tightening.

“Fuck. C’mere,” he pulls her up, smashing their lips together roughly. Star pouts along his mouth as he stopped her, whining again as he feels her pout, bringing his hand as he gently slaps her face, “Needy ass,” he grits his teeth, pulling her on top of his lap.

His tip is prodding at her opening. Her back arches as she raises her hips away from him, feeling his tip fat against her tiny hole. Suguru takes himself within his hand, using the other as he holds her hip above him, sinking his tip into her, stretching her out as his girth was just as large as his length. It felt almost cruel. She fought with her dress as her body became extremely hot, Suguru taking his hands as he effortlessly shredded the material, her mind too gone to even become upset.

He then gripped her chin, forcing her to look behind herself and into the camera. Her cheeks were warm as he did so, trying to turn back towards his eyes, unable to do so as he shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, babydoll. I want you to watch yourself as you ride me,” his tone had turned seductive as he spoke to her, his hands moving up to her waist before he’d add with a chuckle, “Put on a fuckin’ show for me,” he sinks her down further, Star’s eyes tightly shutting as his dick engulfed her entire body, a deep pinch of pleasure mixed with pain as she fully dropped down, whimpering as his balls slapped her thighs.

His eyes washed over her body without clothing, a figure more beautiful than he could imagine. Her large breast and brown areolas were made to look at, nipples shaking as he adjusted himself inside of her. Star can only stare at the name tatted on her skin for a moment. Suguru runs his fingers along the skin, gripping as he slams his palm down against it once more. She has no time to react as he’s pulling her hips up, dropping her down slowly, agonizing at this point. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning out as she looked up to her face, blown with lust.

His grin grew into a full smirk as his hips began to move against hers, her moan echoing in his ears as he heard it. He’d chuckle softly at her reaction. His tongue would run along his bottom lip, his hands sliding up along her waist before he’d pull her body firmly onto his own, pulling his arms under her legs as he kept his fingers against the skin of her ass, pulling her up fast, dropping her down slowly. Star’s mouth parted, listening as their skin smacked in contact, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she stuttered, “O—oh my fuckin’ god, Suguru.”

“You want me so badly…fuckin’ hell. Your pussy keeps…pulling me in…” he talks in between her stretched core meeting his hips, skin clapping louder than before.

She seemed to lose herself in the heat, unable to listen as he spoke along her neck, “Oh shit,” pulling her down harder, skin melting together like velcro, snatching away from each other each time he placed her in the air, pulling her roughly back down, the balls of her feet swinging in the air as he was in full control of her. His face moves to press into her shoulder, his teeth finding her skin as he’d bite down along her neck and jawline.

His own face was within the camera now, keeping her lips above his skin so he could still hear every sound falling from her lips. She dug her fingers into his neck as her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, only able to groan deeply from his ruthless strokes, a pain that was so sweet to the touch.

His eyes would glance upwards, watching the way they rocked together in the camera that was still running, his smirk growing wider as he told her, “Eyes here. Now,” Star looking into his dark expression, mouth still open in shock of how good he was fucking her, how deep he was inside of her. She whimpers quietly, “Yeah, yeah,” eyes dropping to watch the monster that halfway pulls out, stretching her every time he shoves back in. Alabaster arousal paints his dick the more he pulls out, Star whimpering again, “Hitting my fuckin’ g-spot, baby,” and he smirks, “Pull my dick in more, yeah, yeah,” her walls clamping down on him, sucking him in like she never wanted to let go.

His teeth clamp down on her neck as he’d continue to bite and suck softly at her skin. He’d give another rough bite onto her, not stopping his hips from meeting her own, a moment of silence almost coming between them, their ears listening as she gushes on his dick, slick noises wavering between their bodies heavenly. He was evil, now taking both of his palms as he locked his fingers together around her lower back, gripping as he pulled her up, harshly dropping her down. The camera caught her entire face. She whined, “Baby,” the sound being captured as he kissed her lips, never stopping his movement.

He’d chuckle, “‘Baby?’ You’re falling apart,” his tongue pushing into her mouth and sliding across hers. He didn’t stop moving his hips, hands now sliding up along her back to tangle in her hair, locking his fingers back together as he has a trap along her curls. He’d groan against the kiss, mouth dominating her own as she whimpered, music against his lips that he wanted on replay.

His hands slid along her back, tangling more into hair as he was now bouncing her down onto his hips. Her eyes were to the back of her head, choking out cries against his mouth, moaning in ways she hadn’t before. Her reactions were all in the arrogance of his expression, her body pooling into his hands as she completely submitted to him. He’d groan again, a cocky expression on his face as he felt her submissive manner, his hands pulling at her hair to keep his mouth against hers. His tongue would slide across hers again as his eyes locked onto her own, a smirk playing on his mouth as his hips continued to rock. He’d pull his lips from hers, chuckling breathlessly as he’d command, “Tell me how much you like this shit.”

“Yes, baby. I like it so much. So much,” she softly cried, “I’m so…” she gasped within his mouth, his hand coming along her throat as he twisted her face towards the camera, slamming her hips down to meet his, “Don’t go mute on me, doll,” he’d tease with a chuckle, watching the way his hand had her face directed at the camera, the force slamming her hips down onto his own causing her to cry out again. His fingers tightened around her jaw, keeping her facing the camera as he whispered lowly, “Finish your sentences, big girl.”

She didn’t even remember, she was so lost within him. She admitted, “You’re making me feel so fuckin’ good…so good, Suguru…”

“That’s such a good girl,” he coos, his hand sliding from her jaw as his fingers tangled in her hair again, his mouth pressing into her shoulder as he’d start placing a series of marks along her skin. His hips would start to rock roughly against hers. He groans out, “Look at how fuckin’ pretty you are.”

“You’re so pretty too, baby…” she whimpers mindlessly, “So fucking hot,” she whimpers deeply.

“You’re gonna make me get a big ego with all of that praise, baby,” he’d tease again, pulling her hair gently and groaning lowly. His hands slide along her back, fingers digging into her flesh as he continued rocking into her, her voice only able to be heard within the camera, Suguru keeping his face directly into the phone as she whined, “It’s already big…”

She probably sounded like a bimbo at this point. Star placed the bottom of her feet beside his legs, placing her hands on his arms, hair falling against her face as she poked her ass upwards, moving her own hips as she dropped down, bouncing as she hiccuped whines from doing so. “So fucking big baby, yes, stretching my pussy—” her voice is high, feminine, dumb. She knew it’d make him more arrogant. She didn't care.

He raises an eyebrow, smirk deadly as he places his hand along her throat, shoving her down to bounce harder as he spoke, “Look at you, bouncing and creaming on my dick like a fuckin’ slut. You look so pretty on camera, baby. Fuckin’ supermodel. Needy ass supermodel,” slapping his palm along the cheek of her face again, knocking her sense down more and more.

His hands move back under her thighs, locking his fingers together as he gains his control back, Star whining louder as he smacks her down onto his hips, a short pain rupturing up her spine, pleasure always overriding it. It felt so good. The camera was now focused on her, his own body not being seen at all, the only other thing being seen was his strong grip on her waist as he’d reply with a breathy tone, “You feel it, baby?” His tip reached for her insides, searching for her soul.

“I feel it,” she cries out, whining like a baby, dropping down onto his hips, gripping for his arm as she pulls it up to her throat, begging for him to squeeze without verbally asking.

He’d chuckle again, shaking his head at her whining, fingers nonetheless tightening around her throat as he added the pressure she wanted. He sees as tears collect in her eyes, mouth drooling as she sniffles out a senseless giggle. His mouth would move up to her throat, panting breathlessly against the area, tongue sticking out as he drags along the skin, “Feel that, doll?”

“I feel everything baby, every single thing,” she gasps, listening as their skin harshly makes contact, “You’re so sweet, baby…giving me what I want…”

“I’ll give you anything you want, doll,“ he’d groan, his hips rocking up to hers as she’d come down onto him, the sound of their bodies slamming together echoing in his ears. He’d groan again, his fingers tightening ever so slightly as he’d mutter breathlessly, “You’re taking me so fuckin’ good. I know I’m stretching you out.“

“Give me more then,” she groans, “Please. Please. I’m begging, baby.”

“You want more?“ He’d chuckle as they continued to rock together, his voice breathless as he’d speak, “How can I say no when you’re begging so nicely?”He’d groan, “You’re gonna have to help me out though, doll.”

“Tell me what to do,” she begs, gasping more than before.

His grip on her neck would loosen as he’d release, moving his fingers down along the center of her chest and towards her stomach, a smirk crossing his mouth as he’d mutter, “Lean back.”

She easily complied, placing her hands along his thighs as she leaned backwards. His hands would slide over her stomach again, his nails leaving light scrape marks along her skin as he’d continue, “Keep your back arched for me, baby. Can you do that? For me?“

She nodded her head, keeping herself more arched, breath shuddering as her hair fell along her eyes. She gasps softly as he takes a hold of her legs, placing them directly on the sides of his head as they were pointing upwards in the air, dropping her down against his hips, dick slamming up to her in a different angle. Her arms shook as she pulled her hips up so they weren’t sitting on his legs, eyes in the back of her head as her body sloppily dragged with him, moaning viciously at his movements.

“You’re such a good girl, Star,” he gruffly tells her, her unruly curls shadowing her eyes. Her plump lips parted as she moaned out, “Such a good girl for you, I promise. I’ll always be your good girl,” she moaned, sounding incredibly insane, she knew that. She still didn’t care.

“Keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me act crazy, baby,“ he’d groan. His mouth came forward, sucking on her nipple before he’d pulled away, a light mark left behind in the place of his mouth.

“You wanna be marked up by me, baby? Leave a couple of tattoos for you?” He asks her.

“Yes,” she whispers, eyes still in the back of her head, “Would love it so much, thank you, baby,” she whimpered, body trembling with every movement he gives her.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,“ he’d groan out, his hands giving her hair a light tug. His eyes would run along her body, biting his bottom lip as he’d mutter breathlessly, “Look at those pretty marks. So pretty all over your skin.”

“Lemme’ give you one, baby,” she begged, “Wanna feel your hair. Love your hair,” she complimented, staring over his beautiful features, the low bun within his hair still attempting to hold up, despite their activity.

He’d chuckle with a groan, smirking at her words before he’d release his grip on her hair, nodding as he’d reply with a breathy tone, “You can touch me, baby. I know you like my hair.” He’d brush a strand of hair from his face, watching her hands as they moved through it, biting down on his bottom lip.

She brought her hands into his dark hair, tugging lightly as she sucked the skin of his neck, eyes rolling as he was still dropping her down roughly along his hips, lips nearly falling off of his skin from the movement.

“You’re so damn talented with your mouth, baby,” he’d groan, the light tug on his hair bringing another groan from his chest. His hands slide along the skin of her abdomen, hips bucking upwards into her as he’d continue to let Star mark him with hickeys, his head falling forward. His breath would waft past her ear, words coming out in a groan as he’d whisper, “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Ruin me,” she gasped deeply, looking into his eyes, “You’re ruining me,” she cried out.

His breath hitches, a groan escaping him again as he’d feel his hips twitching upwards into hers, his expression growing dark as he’d listen to her words. He’d give a chuckle against her skin before biting down on her again as he’d reply with a breathy tone, “I’m gonna make you fuckin’ obsessed.”

“Do you feel good, baby? Please tell me you do,” she begged, kissing his lips softly, feeling her body relaxing in his, taking every movement he gives her.

“Baby, I feel fuckin’ amazing,“ he’d groan, his words being muttered against her lips as he’d slide his tongue into her mouth again, letting it tangle with hers. His hands would once again tangle in her hair, tugging on the dark tresses as he’d pressed her lips harder against his own, his breath wafting out against her face, “I feel so, so good, baby.”

“Gonna make me sore, baby…” she whimpered out, holding onto his hair, whimpers grunting into sobs as he brought them back to their original position, bouncing her up and down.

“I’ll tear your fuckin’ pussy apart,” he grunts out, hips bucking upwards as he’d listen to her whiney tone. He was getting close, it wouldn’t be much longer for him with the way her cries were echoing.

But no. That’s not how he wanted her to finish. He suddenly twisted their positions, his body leaned back against the wall of the bed, her legs now under his as she was facing the opposite of him. Her expression was now directly into the camera. She was almost sitting along his lap from behind, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he angled his dick, pushing it deep back into her, his fist collecting hair as he pulled her back onto him with that leverage, fierce and quick.

Her eyes were to the back of her head, his own expression looking dark as he now held her body against his own from the new angle. His hands would grip her waist, pulling her down onto him as he’d groaned out, his chest rising and falling in heavier huffs as his breath wafted around her shoulder, “Look at you, baby. All pretty and ruined, crying and whining for me. Gonna make you think about me all the time.”

His breath would waft against her skin as he muttered out a low groan, hips meeting hers with powerful thrusts. She was back to crying again, mascara running down her face as her mouth parted open at his thrusts, shocked moans jutting out from her lips, fists tightening along the sheets as she arched her back for him, the angle taking him deeper than before. She was in hell.

“Can’t, Suguru…” she cried out, gasping as she whined, makeup ruined as pleasure raptured along her body. He didn’t stop, continuously pulling her back, her eyes going down as she could only stare at herself in the camera.

“You can, doll,” He’d groan. He then sat himself up, one foot along the bed as he twisted her hair tighter within his hold, tongue running along the skin of her back before biting down on the flesh. His mouth would continue sucking at her skin as he’d groan again, his breath wafting to her ear as he snatched her back, “You don’t have a fuckin’ choice.”

“Babyyyy…” she whined out, looking back at him as he slammed her down onto his hips, crying in insanity for him. She dug her hands into the bed, trying to keep up with him, her mascara ridden face unable to look at her own expression.

His hand would grip tightly onto her hair, holding her in place as he spoke deeply, “Say you like it, doll.”

“I love it. I love it so fuckin’ much,” she continuously whined, keeping her eyes on his that were behind her, her face in her shoulder as she groaned out, shuddering cries against him.

He’d groan again, his nails digging into her skin as he pulled her down onto his hips again, his own moving up into hers as he’d moan his own pleasure against her skin.

“That’s my baby,” he’d tell her, his hands pulling at her hair again, trying to keep her facing the camera, “You look so pretty, baby. So pretty.”

At this point, she could only nod her head, agreeing as her voice was lost, crying softly as she gripped the sheets, trying to keep up with him.

“You’re gonna be mine, baby,“ he’d groan out, his breath wafting into her ear as he’d continue to groan, “You’re gonna be obsessed with me. You’re all mine. Say it. Say it, brat.”

Her eyes were rolled back as if she was possessed, babbling out incoherent sounds as she relaxed beneath him, lazily gripping the sheets, hips moving back and forth by his doing. She groaned softly, “I’m gonna be yours. Obsessed with you. Wanna be yours,” she hiccuped, as crazy as it even sounded.

“That’s my girl,“ his breath wafting once again as his body started to shiver from how close he was, his grip on her hair tightening again, “Say some more. Keep saying it, baby. Say it for me.”

“Gonna belong to you. Gonna think about you. Always think about this moment,” she bites her lip, sniffling as she grunts, “Gonna think about how you handled me. Never gonna forget it,” she promises, voice soft, meaning every word.

He kept his pace going, listening to her words before pulling her head up to kiss at the skin of her shoulder, a grunt of frustration and need as he replied, “Yeah. Look at you,” his hips were starting to stutter. He was close.

“Gonna let me fuck you like this again?” He asks.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she promised, nodding her head fiercely, feeling as her stomach begins to tremble, his breath along her neck from behind. He chuckled at her repetition.

He pushed her back down along the sheets, keeping her in perfect view of the camera, his sculpted body only showing from below as he pulled out of her, slamming in harshly as he spoke, “Say you’ve never had it this good,” pulling her face up, having her expression directly in the camera.

“N—never had it this good, baby. Never fuckin’ will if it isn’t you,” she grits her teeth, becoming more wet as she digs her fingers into the sheets, slamming her hips back to meet his.

“Damn,” he bites his lip, darkly chuckling, “Say that shit again. Promise me you won’t forget.”

“Won’t fucking forget.”

“I’m gonna make you fuckin’ crazy,” he strokes deeper, one hand holding her hair, the other spanking her ass as she swirls her hips, “Yeah, show me all that shit you were doing at the club.”

She bites her lip, laughing sultrily as she does so, slamming her hips down as she whimpers, “Like that?” It makes him grunt, spanking her painfully as he snatches her hips back, “Just like that. You’re gonna love it here.”

“Fuckin’ love it now,” she bites her lip, grinding her hips, whining them around before dropping them back down against his length.

He’d groan at the drop of her hips, his body shivering as his own hips started to tremble more violently, his hand would release her hair to slide along her body, tracing over small tattoos along her spine as he’d groan, “Tell me you love me, baby. Let me hear you say it, doll.”

This. She knew it sounded insane. She’d just met this man, and maybe they were speaking so crazy to one another because of the moment. But he had successfully completed his mission—her soul was within his palms, and she wasn’t getting it back.

He slammed her hips down onto him, her mouth lightly shouting as she said, “Yeah, yeahhh. I love you and your dick so fuckin’ much, Suguru,” gasping deeply from that.

“Say it again,” he groaned, his own body starting to tremble, his own release nearing as those perfect little words came from her gorgeous little mouth, “Say it more, baby. Let me hear you say it, keep saying it…say it until your damn voice breaks, doll.”

Her voice had broken. She cried out, “Love it. Love you. Yes. Yes. Yes,” through every connection of their hips, her orgasm ripping through her body so harshly that she screamed, keeping her eyes down as she did so. He yanked her face up, forcing her to watch herself release, yanking her back until she could feel him in her stomach. She cried, tears pouring along the sheets of the bed.

He’d chuckle, his hands tugging at her hair again as he’d groan out again, her screams bringing him to his climax as well, hips still rocking into hers as a groan escaped his chest, “That’s my girl…say you’re mine…” he’d groan, his eyes watching intensely at her expression in the recording as she’d cry out his name.

“All yours, Suguru…” she sobbed mercilessly, trembling through her orgasm.

He moaned softly as his own release continued, his breath wafting out in heavy huffs before he’d chuckle again, his head falling forward to rest softly on her shoulder, his own body trembling from the aftermath of his release. He’d groan again as he’d speak, his words muttering lowly in her ear, “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

She panted against him, her body nearly going limp within his arms, his strong hands catching her in an instant. He pulled out from her which made her body tense, twisting her around as he grunted, “Give me your mouth,” pushing his tongue past her lips as he kissed her. She relaxed under his mouth—as usual. She then pulled her face down embarrassingly as she pressed it into his chest, whimpering as she couldn’t look at herself in the camera anymore.

Once he’d finally ridden out his own release, his arms would loop around her, holding her in a protective manner in his lap as he’d pressed light kisses along the skin of her shoulder, mumbling softly, “You did so good, baby.”

She whimpered again at his touch, her body sensitive as she pushed her face farther into his chest, embarrassed to even look at him. He’d chuckle again, his hands massaging comforting circles into her skin as he’d pull her chin over, his thumb lifting her face up so she’d look into his eyes as he’d speak, “Don’t get shy on me now, doll. I was finally getting to look at that pretty face.”

“Don’t be mean,” she muttered, face still within his chest, moving into his shoulder.

He’d chuckle as she’d move to his shoulder, placing light kisses along her hair as he’d speak, “I’m just teasing, baby…but damn, you look so pretty when you whine.”

She smacks his arm, feeling that makes him laugh. She let out a breath as she exhaled, “I wanna shower.”

“I think we could use a shower. Clean up the mess you made. Should’ve had your ass squirting and crying—“

“Do you have a damn off button?” She glares up at him.

His laugh grew louder, his body shaking softly as he’d give a small shrug, “Sorry, pretty. I’m always like this, I can’t help it,” tilting his head slightly as he’d add, “You’re gonna have to get used to it.”

“Seems like it, since I sold my soul to you,” she grumbled.

“Don’t make deals with devils then.”

She narrowed her eyes on him, wondering how much of that statement was actually true. But damn, he was fine. She'd have to figure that out another time.

She rolled her eyes, “I’m gonna go feed Kuromi. Meet me in the shower, dick.”

She ignores his chuckle as he smacks her ass on the way out, “You’re gonna have to put ‘Suguru’—or ‘Big-S’, still optional—on the other cheek next!” Ignoring him as she embarrassingly wraps a towel around her body, speeding out of the room to go to the kitchen. She should’ve finished that damn omelet.

She didn’t even realize her phone was still on the wall, nor the fact that she didn’t have it—but Suguru did. Time passed as they were now in the shower together, Star giggling as he trapped her along the wall, desperately kissing her neck. She turned her head, kissing her newfound quest, handprint pressed along the heat of the shower as she moaned, eyes tightly shutting as he slid back into her from behind.

….She also never noticed as her phone had stopped buzzing. The last text was sent from her, after all.

FROM:

star.

TO:

smalldickbitchassmothafucka.

MESSAGE:

*attachment, 1 video*

stop texting. she’s busy.

[yurmomsawh0r]

What fandoms have good fics?

[kawaiiblossoms04]

🌸Story Title: A Rose in a Gilded Cage | Sukuna x Black/Brown Reader

🌸A/N : As always, here’s a little glimpse of what’s to come, my darlings.

Thanks to my day off and pulling an all-nighter or two, I’ve been able to make some good progress on the story. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post later this week after editing!

Reminder of the AU - I may or may not have been inspired by Avatar: The Last Airbender and...90 Day Fiancé when creating this story. Yes, it's a strange combo, but hey, inspiration works in mysterious ways. Judge me if you must, but it's my guilty pleasure, and I have no regrets. It’s coming along pretty nicely if I do say so myself.

🌸Now, onto the reason your beautiful eyeballs are still lingering here—

Your hand came up to slap, but his own larger palm intercepted it, clutching with a strong grip around your wrist and tightening until it felt like he might crush the bone, a menacing frown replacing the smirk he wore seconds before.

"Don't hit me again," he hissed dangerously low as his other hand pressed harder against your throat. "This is the second time. One more strike, disrespectful whore, and I promise there'll be no wedding...but a funeral."

"Just kill me already. Fuck at least I'll die standing up to you." you responded with no hesitation, narrowing your eyes at him.

His eyes flashed with an odd fascination, surprised with your sudden attitude. He tsked, shaking his head side to side with disbelief before breaking his silence "you know I like you more and more. And the more I look at you...the more think I might have actually lucked out. You have a pair and would've made a great soldier." his thumb stroked your lips and dragged to the side slowly.

It caught you off guard, the words, the sudden compliments.

"What...What are you doing. Let go." you struggle and tugged.

"Huh." his eyes lazed and pupils dilated, an allure taking over him as a chuckle released, his brows raising with a devious grin. "I think that pretty, fiery spirit has some definite merit to it and as a bonus, it has some secret kinks too" His smile curled at the corners and his hold on your wrist weakened. "A fighter but I saw a small part of submission too."

His hand trailed lower, gently running over your ass. He applied pressure before easing with a firm hold and your thighs quivered and squeezed, tight and closing on impulse. Then he guided your hands over his broad chest. "Feel that? That's raw power, something no one else can give you. A woman like you deserves a man strong enough to protect her, even if she doesn't want it... You don't realize how pretty—soft, vulnerable, and far too innocent-looking you are." He confessed.

"Well," you faked a small cough and took a small inhale through your nose "That's exactly why I told myself a filthy man like yourself will never have me. And, yes I do know I am pretty," the air that left you carried a hint of attitude. "Very pretty actually, thank you and I can take care of myself." You reminded. "And unfortunately, everyday I will be forced to see that ugly, cocky smirk."

He grinned at your choice of insult, laughing under his breath. He had to admit he liked your confidence. The arrogant and brazen exterior was attractive in its own, unexpected way.

"What an interesting thing you are." He hmmed appreciatively, as the look on his face was calm but you knew he didn't give up on trying, continuing the game. His palm slipped under your shirt and trailed the flesh along your lower back, the gentle caresses turning your skin to a fiery hot blaze, prickling every sense, aware of how dangerous of a man you were dancing with.

"Hey." You squealed, not letting your facade fade and pulled at the hem, trying removing his hand with haste.

"Relax."

"Don't touch me...you already do it enough. We aren't getting intimate anytime soon, bastard." you snapped.

"We aren't?" his grin didn't disappear. His hold and palm slid up and around your torso to your rear, brushing over and squeezing roughly and feeling, savoring the tenderness. He trailed the outer creases and grasped firmly before another few taps to feel it jiggle under his fingertips.

"Knock it off, or I'll beat the living spirits out of you."

His playful behavior changed to one of interest and focused his attention on you. "The question is. Do you'd like it rough? Or do want me to be gentle?" He mused and chuckled as the seriousness fell.

You clicked your tongue with displeasure. You pushed away his arm and distance yourself quickly and backing up to the corner with a scowl. "Men like you disgust me, you make women feel dirty. And...as my future 'husband' or whatever. I will keep things as they are until we get married, then...we have to do our duties."

He looked as if you said something humorous.

"You mean until you spread your legs for me... or until you're begging to bounce on my cock... right?" his expression held amusement at how bothered and shocked you appeared.

You huffed, annoyed.

The whole subject was irritating.

The Fire Nation Prince would never admit aloud that he did long to bed you. It was true, A woman never told him no, ever, and yet, you did, over and over, and all he could do is stare back at his soon to be wife and the silent stare battle continued. The deep blue hues in your eyes pierced his fiery amber red hues, matching in intensity as the staring battle continued.

His eyes traced you over and over again and his mind was flooded with possibilities and vivid fantasy. He closed his eyes and saw it, you moved against him with the same enthusiasm, your curls whipping wildly in a frenzy as he'd slam you hard in a rapid tempo from underneath him with your ass in the air with your beautiful breast bouncing in view.

You'd toss your head back as a low moan left your parted lips. You fucked yourself on him eagerly, your ass would jiggled every time the tip of his cock prodded in and out as if it had a mind of its own. He press your small body into the mattress, a hand holding a fistful of those gorgeous curls and another firm smack to that perky rear for being such a disobedient girl as your greedy pussy clenched, fluttering around him tightly ready to milk him for everything he had...

He swore under his breath.

'That. That would feel magnificent.' He concluded as he sighed with content.

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of an inpatient huff.

The view had not changed, still your annoying pretty face that infuriated him beyond anything. But he'd be lying if he said a stubborn girl like you didn't excite him. He wondered how you tasted, but he had no doubt you'd look amazing sitting on his face. Perhaps you'd be the first woman to be given that honor.

"Come back over here." He ordered with a deep tone, his dominating voice returning.

You stuck your nose into the air, pouting with a sneer, folding arms with a 'Hmph!'

His mouth set in a tight line. A muscle jumped in his cheek, irritation rising.

His body held a sense of command and forcefulness as he cocked his head toward his lap, making clear he wanted your ass on it.

He stared, unblinking. "C'mere."

You stood silently, meeting his crimson gaze head on and shook your head, "Hell. No."

There it was, again. The stubbornness. The defiance. Sukuna drew in a sharp breath, annoyed. "Hmmm. Okay..."

🌸—Sorry Sukuna’s harassing y’all—but let’s be honest, I think we’d all let him.

A Rose in A Gilded Cage

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