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#leaving campus n all#my immune system hates me#leo talks [đŚ]#tw : illness#had to borrow a new pair of jeans from a friend cuz i fuckin threw up on mineđ#these mfs womens jeans too#i know im sick and all but my ass in these jeans âźď¸#CACKLING#leo talks about school [đ]
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All it takes is a wee little nightmare to make you too scared to step foot outside for fear of Bad Things happening, like itâs an omen lol
#also it is p o u r i n g outside and it takes me an hour and fifteen minutes to commute to campus#i'm a good little student but sometimes i just can't be assed#esp with all the crazy stuff that's been happening on public transit and on my campus for that matter#i'm just getting a bad vibe today [insert empath meme here]#warning for me complaining about a graphic nightmare!!!!:#had a few stress dreams(?) last night but one particularly violent one in which a woman got run over by a streetcar--#--and the paramedics were moving people along but i accidentally got a really good look at her and it fucked me up#she looked like she was just sleeping peacefully but i could only really make out the top half of her body#probably because the bottom half was... yeah.#i think i also had another dream that i was being hunted by a sniper?? and they had called my cell and were threatening me + my folks?#and another one where i had to hide some children from... i don't really know what. some dangerous person who wanted to kill all of us#but the kids wouldn't leave me even though i begged them to.#yeah just a normal collection of dreams for me. literally ugh.#i don't even think i'm stressed in my life rn??#not any more than normal lol
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hope the president of my uni dies in a fire btw âď¸
#hes resigned already but still here until a replacement comes in#fuck this guy for real#'peaceful protests for palestine are happening on campus so we closed down campus for everyone'#'a gathering and encampment sprung up in a business area only technically part of campus so we yelled at them to leave and when then didnt'#'we just sent a fuck ton of cops armed to the teeth and in riot gear to bombard this small group w tear gas and rubber bullets'#'no significant injuries (to anyone we care abt) though so all is well!'#'we will keep heavily policing this fucking Public Institution and Open Campus for the next two weeks. all cops are allowed to attack#without warning restraint or reason. nothing was done abt the counter protestors who were violent n yelling slurs btw we love free speech!'#hate this man SO much#ran the uni into a fucking budget crisis and cause so many layoffs alrwady and now this shit???#die in a fucking fire. get the inisde of ur shitty mansion eggs. get run over by 18 cars.#genuinely so enraged im trying to had to be professional at work but i wanna start biting people#fuck this uni and fuck the admin. pres robbins die faster challenge#rambles#sorry this is negative but a lot has happened in the past two days and im so angry
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March 28th, 2023
#i havenât posted in forever and these pics are all from the last month ish but letâs ignore that#the sushi pic is not mine but i had sushi on campus earlier it was sunny n warm and nice#letâs also pretend i posted this on the 28th lolz#my money tree is growing new leaves and theyâre so baby#i am struggling in my classesđđđ#women in STEMđŞđ˝#moodboard#pinterest#aesthetic#light academia#chaotic academia#soft academia#study motivation#i need it#premed#cozycore#girls against god#capricorn#college aesthetic#study aesthetic#boston
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my (white) undergrad director of my critical ethnic/cultural studies just belligerently accused me of self-plagiarism for my thesis draft and blocked me from enrolling as a thesis studentâŚâŚ.
#and microaggressed me for signing off my recent emails to them w/ my given chinese name hhhsjkskslsks this crazy#i know theyâre lying when they brag abt being best friends with lisa lowe judith butler saidiya hartman sharpe etc etc#but đĽ´đĽ´đĽ´ @ lisa lowe n judith butler why r all ur proteges literally the most power hungry out of touch weirdos#literally these duke upress bitches breed sociopathic behavior n for what !#why r ur dissertation advisees 1 âfamily emergencyâ away from trying to get me expelled!#my poor advisor had to call me aside to explain this white enbyâs mother died which is why apparently theyâre on a power trip trying to get#me expelled even tho i literally have not violated any academic integrity policy they r literally lying n making shit up!#and this wasnât even the first time when i was on leave they outed me to my dean for utilizing on-campus resources while on personal leave#and forced me into a meeting where I got threatened with suspension for trying to resolve paperwork error
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nd speaking of thinking abt meoweks . every now n then im like i should go to lidl w meoweks in mind
#i still havent gone bc like . i think the most convenient one for me to go to is somewhere by my uni#but as u all know i never go to campus bc i suck n when i do go i want to leave real fast so
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disappeared bc i played botw all day yesterday. oops. did manage to unlock the whole map though đ
#x#also my uncle came over to visit n have lunch but that was slightly less relevant#kinda wanna take my switch onto campus just to play some moreâŚ. not very responsible but well. botw đĽş#iâm trying to upgrade my armour rn. bc i need all the defense i can get#botw posting#anyways i need to pack and LEAVE lol i havenât even gotten changed or bought my train ticket yet
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Rockstar!gojo x art student!femreader
synopsis- satoru gojo fell in love with you when he was 17. He tried everything to gain your attentionâjoining the student council, participating in every extracurriculars, performing well in academics yet nothing worked. That was until high school. In college, having been forced into a band, he needed to find a new artist for their posters which he requested shoko to take care of. What he didn't expect was shoko to bring you as a volunteerâ
warnings- college!au, satoru being heads over heels for you, heâs so damn in LOVE save my boy, friends to lovers, misunderstanding, SEMI PUBLIC SMUT, fingering, oral fem receiving, PUSSY DRUNK GOJO, dirty talk, creampie, BALL OF FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of smoking and alcoholism, super cute ending
w.c- 8.2k (have faith)
a/n's note- i'd poured out my heart in this (especially the smut). i hope you all do like this. your comments and reblogs are highly appreciated as it helps motivating me for writing long ass fics. taglist is open you can ask me to join. love ya' all!!
When satoru met you for the first time, he was 11 years old.Â
You were the daughter of his motherâs friend whom he heard of so many times. Though the accidental reunion in the mall while grocery shopping was the first time satoru ever had the opportunity to meet you face to face.Â
It was a totally random encounter, coincidental even, you can say when your mother recognised satoruâs mom and both squealed like teenagers. They'd a lot to catch up with, thus having their kids entertain each other in the play section was convincing enough for them to chit chat in a cafe.
And this is how satoru ended up being stuffed, hand in hand with you, to go enjoy in the play section as his mother patted his back, asking him to be good to you.Â
âDon't leave her hand, okay toru?! Make sure you both stay together.â His mom said before scooting herself with your mom.Â
Satoru looked at you, his hand locked in yours as you made eye contact with him before shying away, looking in the other direction. He stood confused before pulling you to the gaming section, without any word.Â
He scanned amongst the box of video games, before pulling out one which caught his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He gave a side look to you, reluctantly asking âyou want to play this?âÂ
You gaze down at the video game he held in his hands, eyes sparkling a bit, if satoru wasn't seeing things, then raise your head to look at him again. âIt has vibrant colours.âÂ
Satoru nodded, feeling a little giddy that you liked his preference. âIt's called mario kart.â
âOh.â Your eyes widened as he revealed the name.Â
âDo you know how to play it?â You shake your head at his question. âThen I can teach you!âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, let's go and install it on the playstation.âÂ
By the time satoruâs mother returns with your mum, they find satoru giggling along with you, hands still locked with each other, as he points to various stacked video games.Â
That day slowly came to an end and satoru didn't get to see you for the next two years till your giggles became a distant echo and your face a blur.Â
By the time he was 14, he almost forgot you.Â
Until that one day when he noticed you, sitting alone with your lunch staring at the sky at the campus of his high school.Â
You were biting on your chopsticks with dreamy eyes as recognition drew in satoru's mind.Â
Y/nâ he thought. His brows frowned, thoughts slowly going in a muddle. How are you here? eating lunch in his high school campus unlessâ you're a student over here too! Satoru felt foolish, his lips slowly curving in a smile lifting one hand, abandoning the basketball in the other to greet you.Â
However, before he can get his words voiced out to you, gaining your attention, a brown haired girl comes up to you dragging you along with her in a hurry.Â
Satoru's hand froze in mid air, awkwardly stretching it above his head before bringing it down and turning towards his friends. He sprinted back to his group resuming the game, yet his mind stayed with you and your dreamy eyes.Â
He wanted to say âhiâ and watch your eyes grow wide before nodding your head just like you did back then. He wanted to show you the basketball he was holding and maybe teach you how to play ball just like he did back then.Â
âOi satoru! Why are you missing the catch?!â one of his friends shouted, breaking him free of his daze. âsorryâŚtaking a break!â He said, excusing himself, before going and plopping himself down on a nearby bench.Â
He recognised the brown haired girlâYura. She often came to him asking for little favours. Did she know you? A friend? You studied in the same school and yet he only saw you today. Where were you all this time? Satoru was the same age as you. So you were bound to be in the same class, maybe different sections but he knew students from the other sections too. How come he didn't notice you yet?
The recess was over soon and he ran back to his class. Before entering the class, he noticed you again, hurrying to the class next to him.Â
Class 1-2.
Satoru felt silly as he read the classroom name in his mind.Â
As the final semester rolled on and a new semester started, satoru found out class 1-2 changed to class 2-2 and this year he was in the same section as yours.Â
He was excited to finally be able to talk to you without any awkwardness. After all, you were in the same classroom nowâ which means you will know him when he introduces himself on the first day of class. You will see him, introducing himself aloud and clear and recognition will draw on your face as you remember him.Â
That's what he initially thought the night before the first class. Until satoru felt the urge to perfect his speech and kept on practicing it, holding the crumpled sheet in his clammy hands, past midnight.Â
As a result he woke up late and by the time he hurried himself to school, the self introduction was half-over. He mumbled his apologies to his homeroom teacher, before hastily introducing himself and going to his assigned seat.Â
With that his perfect speech plan of gaining your attention bombed miserably. He raised his head in the direction of your seatâfirst row second desk, way far than hisâ fourth row last desk.Â
That's when he decided with the determination inclining in his heart to get your attention and make you remember that it's him.Â
The plan was simple. He just have to wait till recess and watch his chances closely. Once you're free and alone he will go make a move saying âhelloâ! Maybe even ask for your number.Â
Recess hour came by and his plan chose to bite the dust with girls and boys swarming around him to get his number and be friends with him. The group kept him occupied for the entirety of the recess and by the time he was done you were no where to be found in class.Â
Similar things happened the next day and the next day and the next day, never ceasing to leave him alone.Â
Satoru eventually came up with another planâ excelling in academics. The more he's good in academics, the more are the chances for you to come up to him wanting his help to understand a problem. And the plan worked exceptionally well with girls frequenting him with a doubt in their lessonâ except for you.Â
This time satoru came up with his active participation in extracurriculars and sports. The more he active he is the more is the chance of you joining the same activity or maybe seek his assistance for the upcoming sports day.
This plan too, was indeed prodigious and did attracted a lot of attention except yours.Â
His last option was of joining the student council. As the spirited member of the top student council, you might come up to him with a problem you're facing or anything you want to change.Â
So, without thinking much he did joined the student council, hoping to finally gain your attention. However the following week, concerns and requests for changes decreased promptly. The other council members sighed, few scrutinizing satoru. After all no one in the entire school would want their so very handsome, energetic and popular Satoru Gojo to have a heavy work load after school.Â
âSince we don't have any work to do now, thanks to gojo-kun, I'd gladly like you all to only maintain the regular class desk arrangement.â the student council president announced before leaving the council room.Â
Satoru sighed, this isn't what he thought. He just wanted your attention not the entire schoolâs. Everyone looked at him, when he walked, when he sat, when he ate, people always turned around to take a second look. Yet you never laid your eyes on him. Even being in the same class you never came up to him to chat.Â
Back slouched, with his tie undone, he slammed the door open of his classroom to pick up his bag.Â
You flinched.Â
Hand covering your mouth, a dust wiper on the other, you looked at him as he froze.Â
One entire year, was how satoru spent to gain your attention, to get you look at him, and when it finally happened the time seemed to halt. The sun rays pooled into the room with slow breezes messing up your bangs and satoru couldn't mutter a word but stare.
Conscious about him gaping, he tore his gaze away from you before shutting the door, this time gently.Â
The council president asked them to take care of class desk arrangements. However, the desks in his classroom have always been arranged, even before he joined the student council.
âyouâŚum arrange the desks everyday?â He said fixing his tie, slowly walking up to his desk, wiped clean by you. âYes.âÂ
Satoru accompanies you cleaning and arranging for the rest of the time in complete silence. Soon you take your leave, and so does satoru but this was the time he was happy like really really happy.Â
He didn't exchange any words of recognition with you, from the day at the mall. He didn't talk. Yet he was beaming radiant, for just being with you, momentarily alone, in peace.Â
That day soon came to an end and another year passed by. Satoru did nothing but admire you from afar. This was the only way he felt the closest to you. He saw how you wiped and arranged the desks everyday; help people without even letting them notice; lend the only pencil you have without a word; and care for the garden whose garish flowers were disregarded by others.Â
The more he saw, the more he knew you. And the more he felt his heart slipping away.Â
You were kind, gentle and soft. You noticed people behind their masks. You regarded the smallest of the things with such care. And your delicate hands, often smeared with paint, held the responsibility of others without complaining.Â
He often saw yura asking favours from you, shoving her cleaning duties to you, sending you to get her lunch from the 7-eleven nearby and never once you said 'no'. You were so so precious.Â
He knew heâd to stop; the way you engrossed him, linger on his mind all day to the point that he was unable to think of anything but you was straight up creepy but his eyes never stopped searching for you.
Even in the midst of the crowds on a random road his eyes would unconsciously seek for you.Â
And by the time he was 17, satoru was hopelessly, absurdly and miserably in love with you.
Another year passed by and he could do nothing but stare. And the fact that you often looked at him too made things even worse.Â
He was so down bad for you that he couldn't keep on going like this anymore. He was so sure he'd confess to you on the day of graduating the high school, not caring about rejection.Â
Satoru stayed up an entire night, perfecting his confession. But by the time the graduation ceremony ended and he went to look out for you, you were nowhere to be found.Â
He asked yura about you, to which she replied that you went back home early and satoru had his heart broken at 18.Â
He couldn't move on easily but giving you up was the only option left. Unwillingly, satoru made his devastating decision of giving you up. He never thought he would see you again until a few years later in college, shoko brought you right in front of him.Â
âWe need a new artist to cover up for this concert.â said geto suguru, stuffing his phone back in his pockets. âWhy? What happened to ren?âÂ
âGot himself into an accident and fractured his right arm.â Geto plops himself back down on the couch beside satoru, before pulling on the fretboard of his bass.Â
âShould visit him then.âÂ
âForget it.âÂ
âWhy?â frowned satoru, geto suguruâhis best friend, the one he went to middle and high school with, was not the type to feign indifference. His behavior indeed had satoru confused.Â
âNanami informed he got drunk at the last concert before getting himself into the accident. Drunk driving it is.âÂ
âDid yaga find out about this?âÂ
âFortunately, he didn't. Nanami covered the case before him finding out,â geto brought his hand, swiping back his string of bangs, âif it reaches yaga, he will ban us from using the campus stadium.â
âlucky I'd sayâŚso what now?â The next concert is in 3 days and the band poster is still incomplete.Â
Shortly after satoru joined his college, suguru started a band along with two other guys. The band was doing well but due to a disagreement they decided to split up. Suguru then suggested satoru join the band and the following year they gained another member named nanami kento.Â
They used to hold performances at random pubs but as its popularity increased, the college decided to give them the campus stadium to hold their concerts. Something they did extra was hiring an artist to do their band posterâ hand-drawn. It'd become a little traditionâ a lucky charm says suguru, and now that their artist had broken his hand right at the eleventh hour before the concert they will have toâÂ
âFind a new one.âÂ
ânanaââ geto shuts him before he could finish his sentence. âNanami is trying his best, so am I. So, you try finding one too.â
âHow am I supposed to?âÂ
âWell I'm sure if you go with a face like this to the art department, people would volunteer in a line.âÂ
âSame goes with you, why don't you go and ask. I'm sure if you could wear your shirt a little loose you can surely get your clingy ex find a good one." Gojo says in a mocking tone, grabbing his guitar and looping it around his back before leaving the club.
He was sure annoyed, but he will have to find one, geto wasn't in a mood to joke earlier either. Rather than going by himself, he decided to ask shoko get it done for him; he was sure she'd agree for a few packs of cigarettes.Â
Walking on his way to the parking lot he texted shoko to meet at their regular cafe.Â
âSup!âÂ
Satoru smiled knowing shoko could never fail him, even if she didn't agree right away a little guilt trip will do.Â
âAll good?âÂ
âYeah, what do you need?âÂ
âJust a little favour.âÂ
âAnd what that might be?âÂ
âGet an appropriate artist from the art department. Ren broke his arm and suguru's so down about going himself, yaâ know about his ex,â shoko started grabbing her cup of iced coffee to retreat when gojo slammed two packets of cigarettes on the table. âI've two more packs to offer.âÂ
Shoko returns to her seat, a big smile on her face. âOkay! Since I'm your empathetic, gracious and compassionate friend, I will try and see what I can get done.âÂ
âYes pleaseâŚâÂ
âI'm not doing it for cigarettes yaâ know.âÂ
âMhmmmâ satoru nods his face dramatically.
âGet the other two packets out.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
Satoru knew four packets would get the job done as he parted away from shoko, driving his way back home.Â
And the next day when shoko texted him that she got a volunteer and is bringing her to the club, he didn't expected it to be you.
Shoko looped a hand around your shoulders âso this is the club,â chewing a gum, âand this is satoru gojo.âÂ
âHiâŚâ you said looking at him, before taking a look at those instruments laying behind.Â
Itâs you. It's really you. He couldn't believe his eyes yet stood unblinking as if you were some mirage and will fade away once he closes his eyelids.
âGojo?â Shoko waved a hand infront of his face and realizing he didn't respond to you, he bent his torso bowing to you.Â
âWoah,â shokoâs face scrunched up, cringing at his behavior, âwhen did you start being all formal?âÂ
You giggled at her comment while satoru hushed her with a series of âshut upsâ.Â
âI'mââÂ
âY/n.â satoru whispered almost as if reminding himself the way your name sounded in his lips. âY/n, i know.âÂ
You chuckle at his words, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âYou know her?â shoko tilted her head at him, not expecting you to be acquainted with him.Â
âWe went to the same high school.â You say when satoru does nothing but gape at you with dreamy eyes.Â
His heart did a whole somersault at your sentence. You remembered him; you remembered his name; you remembered he was in the same high school as you. The fact that you regarded him made him so giddy that he was practically ready to throw his hands up in the air or kiss the floor on which you walk.
âKayâ I'll leave you guys to talk then.â She smirked before raising a cocky eyebrow at satoru, excusing herself from the club.Â
âSoâŚyou're the only one?âÂ
âHuh?â
âIn the bandâ i meanâŚâ
âOh noâ he dragged, âthere are two more members along with the back musiciansâŚâÂ
You humm, taking a proper look at the club.Â
âYou like it?âÂ
âIt has vibrant colours.âÂ
Your words echoed in his ears, the same which you said to him at the mall. Oh how bad had he wanted to hear those.
âThe jazzies,â you read the name of their band aloud, âwhy jazzies? You only play jazz?âÂ
âNoâŚwe play all sorts of musicâŚit's just a name suguru chose for the band.âÂ
âyou do originals?âÂ
âBoth originals and covers. Anything suguru comes up with.âÂ
Your mouth forms a little âoâ as satoru explains to you.Â
âgeto seems to be doing all the stuff, what do you do?âÂ
âYou know him?â satoruâs brows furrowed. âWhom?â you ask.
âgetoâŚgeto suguru.âÂ
âOfc, he was in the same class as us.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Ofcourse. Both he and geto were in the same class as you. It was no big deal for you to remember both of them. However, accepting that he wasn't any special was bitter.Â
Satoruâs eyes followed your figure as you went out to reach for his guitar, mindlessly drawing your finger on its printed patterns.
âYou didn't answer my questionâŚâ
âI guess I found you for our band.âÂ
When none of you says anything, satoru breaks the ice, clearing his throat.
âYou know how to play?âÂ
âErrâŚno.âÂ
âI can teach you.âÂ
He slided his index among the few string instruments before pulling out an acoustic one, bringing it to you.Â
âHold the fretboard with your left hand,â satoru pulled the strap over your shoulders, âand bring your right hand over the body, fingers near the sound holeâ yep that's right,â he turned your back to him, gently holding the back of your palms.Â
âNow, pluck the chords for me,â his chest was against your back as he guided you through the strings.Â
âLike this?â you ask him.
âYes, you're doing very well.âÂ
The guitar in your hands, played smoothly as satoru guided you through it.Â
Just like when he taught you how to play mario kart.Â
Satoru looks down at you smiling in excitement. Oh how cute you looked like that. He could admire you twenty-four seven, never wanting to tear his gaze away, for you're that ineffably eesome in his eyes.Â
Time almost ceased when you looked up at him, eyes crinkling with a smile that soon died as red creeps up your cheeks.Â
Satoruâs face was mere inches away from you, his eyes wavering down to your lips.Â
âSATOâRUâ oh,â geto bursted in along with nanami causing you both to flinch.Â
He quickly leaves your hand.Â
âY/n??â Geto dragged out your name, looking at you with his eyebrows knitting and lips forming a silly smile.Â
âHi,â you pull the strap over your shoulders abandoning the instrument on the nearby couch. âI'm here to volunteer.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âYeahâŚâÂ
âThat's great! I can't believe satoru even managed to talkââ satoru smacked him mid sentence.Â
Nanami, for some reason, found the ceilings very interesting today, totally ignoring his two seniors.
Geto explained to you about their little tradition of hand drawn posters and showed you the posters they used for the last concerts. You, then, asked them to send them a group picture of the three and their preferences for colours and themes.Â
âFor that I might need your numberââÂ
âI- i can send it to herâŚâ Geto passed a suggestive smile at satoru, which he ignored and awkwardly forwarded his phone to you.Â
âYeah that sounds fine. Here's my number, save it and text me later.âÂ
âKky!âÂ
You pull the sling of your tote bag up to your arm, giving them a little nod, before turning your back to leave.Â
âWait!ââ satoru held your arms frantically pulling you back. He hurried to the back near the couch you plopped the guitar and shoved it to you. âT-take it.âÂ
âAhâ no I can't do that.â
âTake it. You can learn how to play and I- I can teach you.â he tried not to stutter yet failed miserably.Â
âNo i reaââ
âconsider it as a giftâ from me.âÂ
You frowned a bit but agreed anyway.Â
âThat's really sweet of you satoru! I will wait for your text! Bye!!âÂ
He waved back to you.Â
âWhat was that?â Geto implies in the direction of the exit door through which you just left.Â
ânothing.âÂ
Later, You sent the photo of the finished banner to satoru. It took you 42 hours to finish it.Â
Satoru on the other hand was practicing really hard, totally different from his half hearted performances from the previous ones which wasn't unnoticed by the other members.Â
He has to be the best. After all, this concert will be different from the previous ones. This time you will be there to see him, cheer for him, and notice him.Â
You soon bring the banner rolled up to the club. âWoah! You really did a great job.âÂ
âThis is much better than renâs.â says nanami before going back to his drum set, giving you a thumbs up.
âSatoru?âÂ
âY-yes.âÂ
âYou liked it?âÂ
âI loved it. It has vibrant colours.â You giggled at his answer, shifting your direction to his gaze. His fingers seemed to flake off any dust on the surface of your work, handling it so gently.Â
It wasn't his fault he felt so overwhelmed. All these years he'd yearned for one kind word from your lips yet he was left starving.Â
And now you'd drawn him with such precision, that it was as if you were accustomed to drawing him for the hundredth time.Â
His heart fluttered at the thought.Â
âI will be there at your concert,â you say, turning your back to him. âAll the best!âÂ
The campus stadium was full with a bunch of students and hippies, it was really hard for satoru to try locating you amongst the sea of crowds.Â
The music rang loud, brisking fiery cheers from the crowd, full of vim and vigor. The spotlight shone on the threeâ geto with his vocals and string of bass; satoru with his acoustic guitar; and nanami with his drum set.Â
The crowd roared in excitement as music coursed through their veins.Â
Will you be cheering too?Â
Satoru raised his head from the guitar, plucking chords effortlessly, to his audience.Â
And as if it was fate that drew both of you together, his eyes found yours. You were there in the vip section, along with shoko and another girl. You were moving with beats, swaying your arms in rhythm to their music.Â
His eyes locked in yours as you waved a hand at him. Oh how, how pretty you looked. Everything except you was a blur to him.Â
The crowd goes even more wild, seeing satoru blush, not sensing it was you who caused it.Â
The concert continued till past midnight as the vibrations thrumming around the air slowed and wrapped up with their ending song: âWhere Our Blue Is.â
As the applause slowly start to dissipate, satoru pulled off his instrument, running to the edge of the stage, and hopped down the raised platform.Â
The college girls shrieked baffled, some even reached out, grabbing on his wrists and clothes. He politely got out of their grip making his way to the vip section, geto and nanami following him.Â
The still air felt electric as he approached you.Â
âyou liked the show?âÂ
âOfc it was amazing!!â The girl beside you answers in your stead, whom he now recognised as yura.
âIt was really good.â you say swallowing a laugh bubbling up your throat at his huffed out appearance.Â
âThanks to your banner, it even attracted more audience.â geto remarked, placing his arm around satoruâs shoulders.
âThank you.âÂ
âYou should thank me for bringing her in.â Shoko reclaims, looping her hand around your arm, âlet's go steal some shots.âÂ
âOh no i can'tâ i don't drink. And I need to hurry back home it's late.âÂ
âKyaahhâ you've let me down y/nniee. Only two packets of cigarettes can get my mood uplifteââÂ
âI will bring it tomorrow.â You say shutting up her whines.Â
âkk bye and text me when you get home the rest are joining me right ?â
âCount me out. I'll be driving her home tonight.â Satoru says sheepishly, ignoring the smirks and exchanged looks of his bandmates, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
âNo but I was about to go home with her ââ yura interrupts.
âSatoruâs fine. You're coming with us.â Shoko dragged her along with geto and nanami, which satoru was glad of.Â
Finally he'd be alone with you.
He guided you to the parking lot from the back of the stage, before getting his car keys out.Â
It's metallic jingle echoing softly as he presses the button on his key fob. The car responds with a soft beep unlocking as satoru opens the passenger door, holding it open for you.Â
âHere,â he gestures with his other hand, âget in.âÂ
âSure.â You say gulping thickly.
The thick smell of your cologne mingling with the leather scent of the car.
He closes the door before sprinting to the other side, getting himself in. âDon'tâ â he stops you when you reach out for your seat belt. âAllow me the honorâ his finger brushes against your skin as he reaches out for the seat belt.Â
Your heart practically jolts at his action.Â
The click of the seat belt buckle echoes softly in the quiet car, as he straightens back to his former position.Â
âWhere do you live?â He clears his throat, starting the car engine and flicking on the headlights before pulling out the car into the driveway.Â
âIn the downtown.âÂ
âThat's quite far from the campus, how bout I drive you everyday back home?â His eyes suggestive, making you chuckle.
âI can't let you do that.â
âWhy?âÂ
âSince it's far from the campus and you won't be visiting often.âÂ
âWho knows, I might be visiting your place often.âÂ
You turn your face from the window to look at him.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI will have toâ to teach you guitar.âÂ
You crack up at his silliness, finding yourself melting again.
âOkay fine. But that still doesn't counts.âÂ
âWhy not!âÂ
Since that day, satoru did visited you often, sometimes barging in with shoko and sometimes alone teaching you how to play guitar, plucking on chords and notes.Â
And you attended all of his concerts. Their previous artist has recovered now and has resumed his work, so you no longer work with them. However they insist you tag along each time and it's not like you complain.Â
You liked satoruâs company. He was handsome, charismatic and popular. You'd watched him your entire high school. He was the one of most popular students, good in a millions of things, starting from academics to being athletic. He'd win every sports competition and even participate in all the extracurriculars. You'd admired him for he could do the things which you didn't had the courage for.Â
You liked how he didn't judge people, helped them in their need, and even took care of those garish flowers nobody seemed to double take.
You'd previously met him before high school, though he never brought that up. You wondered if he even remembers the day at the mall. You wanted to ask him so bad, howeverâ
Your world was only limited to papers and paints.
So you painted.Â
You painted him so many times that you'd have more than five sketchbooks with paintings full of him.
You wanted to be friends, maybe even more than friends.
But that didn't matter now. He was near you and you would do anything to keep your thumping heart in control and not have satoru cut you out of his life.Â
But how can you?
How can you control it when satoru so gently, so lovingly, takes your hand in his. When he smiles so sweetly at you. When he teaches you how to pull chords and other instruments. When he drops you home from college almost everyday. When he hugs you and tells you to take care.Â
How are you supposed to be just friends when he's so overly affectionate to you?
Or maybe it's just your overthinking.
Satoru was always polite and sweet, he'd always been sweet to others and you were no special.Â
âWhat are you thinking baby?â
You come out of your daze, rolling your eyes at the nickname.
âHow many times do I have to tell you not to call me thatâŚâÂ
âNot my fault you aren't paying attention to meâŚâ he pulls you closer to him, resting his face on your shoulder.Â
âHave you always been this hungry for attention?â you ask, getting yourself comfortable abandoning the guitar beside you on the couchâ of the club.
âI've been starving.âÂ
You cringe at his words. Satoru has another concert today and they just finished practicing an hour ago and now they are taking a break.Â
Geto and nanami and other back artists wanted to get some fresh air so they left you and satoru alone to entertain each other.Â
âAre you really skipping on me?â He looked at you with puppy eyes.Â
âI've a gallery exhibition tomorrow.â You need to scoot back home to get ready for it. It's a big event for you to showcase your arts.Â
Satoru hummed, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, âI'll be there. You're going to do great.âÂ
An uncertain lump forms in your throat, hard to swallow, you say nothing. Your heart was in a conflict again, no matter what you can absolutely notâ
âI will be going then. All the best for your concert.âÂ
You push satoru away, reaching for your tote bag from the side of a random arm chair. âWait I will dropââÂ
âWho's leaving?â shoko barges in with yura and others.Â
Satoru points at you.Â
âI just got here. You can't leave already.â
âYup! Yup! Please stay a little longer, baby. I'll drop you back home, no worries.âÂ
Shoko exchanges suggestive glances with geto and they somehow persuade you to stay a little longer.
They start practicing for another round when shoko pulls your head closer, âwhat do you think about gojo?âÂ
âHuh?!â You shout over the music, unable to hear her.Â
She grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, with Yura following closely behind you both.
âWhatâ âÂ
âWhat do you think of gojo?âÂ
A burning sensation hits you slowly as shokoâs question registers in your mind.
You ears turn red.Â
âEhâŚum h-heâs a nice guy. A nice musicianâŚandââ
âAnd?â Shoko wiggled her brows at you, a sly smile on her face.Â
âA-a nice friend.âÂ
âJust a friend?â You nod at her, seemingly more embarrassed at her implications.Â
Shoko's face literally radiated disappointment. It was as if someone told her that cigarettes are now banned in the country. âI think he's interested in you,â you choked on air at her remark. âNo?âÂ
Yura shrugged.Â
The music slowed down and then paused, bringing your conversation to a momentary halt.Â
Satoru rushed outside, complaining about why you left in the middle of his practice.
âBruh, chill, I'm not trying to steal her away from you. We're just talking!â Shoko jokes as you laugh all flustered.Â
Just when you were about to leave one of his fangirls suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw herself into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around his neck. He stumbled back a step, surprised, before regaining his balance but he didn't put her down rather he spinned her around before setting her back down, with a polite smile on his face.Â
The other members just saw the scene unfold with amusement. Nanami was surprised at the fanâs boldness and geto simply observed the scene as shoko rolled her eyes, finding it hysterical.
âWhat do you think of shokoâs remark?â said yura, looping her hand around your arm.Â
âWhat?â You say suppressing the slow tinge of jealousy.Â
âAbout gojo being interested in youâŚâÂ
âI-i don't think so.âÂ
You try to laugh it off.
âYeah, he's just polite. To pretty much everyone.âÂ
Her words felt like a splinter to your heart. You shouldn't feel like this. It'd happened beforeâ not now again.Â
Yuraâs right, satoru is just polite and will do the same for everyone what he does for youâ because he's kind. And you're no special.
The entire ride was silent. Satoru kept asking you if anything was wrong but you just guised a smile at him, insisting it was nothing.
The next day at the gallery event, you behaved oddly. You smiled at him but didn't reach your eyes, your answers to his question were of one word, even avoiding his touch.Â
âDid I do something wrong?â he asked warily.
âNo.âÂ
Days passed by and you distanced yourself more from him.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, was almost losing his mind. His world turned upside down. You stopped coming to his concerts, ignored his texts and even refused to let him drop you back home.Â
It was yesterday youâd allowed him to teach you the guitar yet today you behaved as if you'd long forgotten him. You were cold and distant, leaving him puzzled by his own thoughts upon your sudden change in demeanor.Â
He couldn't help but wonder whether he'd done something that made you this upset?Â
You'd said it was nothing.
Then why?
What the fuck did he messed up?
Satoru missed you terribly and violently.
He eyed you from the inside of his car parked a bit far from your department. Today was another day you refused his offer to drive you to class. âI'm kinda sick so I won't be going.â This was what you'd texted him the morning and yet there you were getting off your uber.Â
You lied to him.Â
âCome with me to their concert today.â Shoko urged you, her lips pursed in a thin line.Â
âI'm sorryââ
âNo you're not so sorry. Tomorrowâs Saturday, come with me, gojoâs getting mad without you.â
You suck in a breath at the mention of his name.
âWhat's wrong?â shoko says sipping the last of her drink before plopping it on your tea table.Â
âNothing.âÂ
âThen come.â
You agreed eventually. Attending the concert won't be a big deal.Â
And it wasn't, except for satoruâs piercing gaze burning holes in your back. You accompanied Shoko backstage and casually greeted everyoneâ including him.Â
âGod, haven't seen you in so long.â geto side hugged you as nanami gave you a nod of acknowledgement before running off to the stage for some last minute preparations. âSatoru missed you like crazy.âÂ
You attempt a weak smile in satoru's direction, darting a hesitant glance his way. His gaze was fixed on you, but his expression was unreadable, almost giving shivers down your spine.Â
One of the other members suddenly hurried over to Geto, urgently speaking about some issue, he politely excused himself and exited the room, closely followed by Shoko. Now, you were left alone with Satoru, the only two remaining in the room.Â
âI should go and check what's the probleââ you try sprinting your way out the door, âwaitââ when satoru stops you.Â
His hand on your arm, preventing you to go any further and when you struggle to get out of his grip, he tightens his grip even more slamming you to the wall, pinning you caging your body.Â
âWhat's wrong with you?âÂ
âGojo you're hurting mââÂ
âGojo?â His voice cracked, grip losing before letting your arms go, âwhy? Why must you do this to me?âÂ
âDo what?â You drift your gaze away unable to look at satoru, who's this close tearing up.
âThisâ why must you do this? Why must you ignore me? Why must you be distant from me? Why must you lie to me so that I won't bother picking you up or dropping you home? Why must you reject my affection?â He sucks in a breath âYou know I can't live like thatââÂ
âwhy?âÂ
âDon't pretend like you don't knowâŚâÂ
âno no don't say it,â you throw your hands up in the air frantically, âdon'tâ I canât fall againâŚnoâ I know you're just being polite and you will do this for anyone, but I canât help it if I don'tââ
âI love youââ he whispers, bringing your hand up, placing the palm flat to his chest.
âNo you don't.âÂ
âYes I doâ what do you mean you can't fall again,â he suppresses your struggles of wrenching free your hand from his grip. âYou have no idea how crazy I'm for you. I love you and I've loved you since I was 17. I was about to confess to you on our graduation day but you just disappeared leaving me alone. And now that I have you I'm not letting you goâ make no mistake baby, if there's anyone Iâd ever kneel forâ it'd be you.âÂ
Thick silence covered the entire room, except your heavy exhales. Satoru gojo was inches close to you, your hand still laid flat against his heaving chest.Â
âB-but I wrote you a note confesââÂ
âWhat note? I neverâŚ.â confusion twisted on his face bitterly.Â
âYou threw it in the dustbinâ the one I wrote to you the day before graduation.â
His face told the truth, as he shook his head denying it. He never received any note from youâ nevertheless having the audacity to throw it in the trash when he'd been hopelessly in love with you all these years.
âYura told meââ you shut your mouth as the realization hits you. The person whom you considered as a friend backstabbed you long ago.Â
She lied about him discarding it while it was actually her who had stolen it off his desk before satoru even noticed.
Your head raised in embarrassment, ready to apologize for the misunderstanding when suddenly, Satoru's lips met yours in a tender kiss. The kiss was filled with such affection and tenderness that you felt as if you might melt in his embrace. His arms held you close, firmly yet gently, as he deepened the kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you responded to his kiss. All thoughts of the misunderstanding were forgotten in that moment of pure intimacy before satoru pulled away with frowned brows and a dazed smile.Â
âTell me, would I kiss anyone the same way I kiss you?â he pulled you again, smacking his lips on yours as he snaked a hand around your waist, the other, still firm, holding your palm.Â
You could feel his heartbeat going rapid the more he deepens the kiss, sucking on your upper lip.Â
He pulls away again.
âTell me, would my heart beat the same way as it beats around yours?â He smacks his lips again, this time pinching your waist making you gasp as he slips his tongue in.
His hand fumbles with the hem of your dress, pulling away again, a string of drool connecting both of your lips. âWould I be breathless the same way as I'm now?âÂ
His hand travels up your inner thigh, till it reaches the wet blotch of drenched silk. You grasp his shoulders, when he starts drawing circles over the fabric, smirking before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.Â
âSatoru, what if someone walks inââ your body jolts, nails digging into his back as he pulls the fabric to the side, plunging a digit in without any warning. âLet themâŚâ he goes back to sucking your skin while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.Â
Your teeth sank on your bottom lips, his finger slowly plunging in and out of you. âNngh âtoru, youâreââ small trembles quivered through your body as he plunged with a faster rhythm.Â
âShh baby! Let me take youâ he inserts another digit as your teeth dug even deeper into your lip, stretching you and filling you so well.Â
He was stroking you, curling his fingers inside until hitting your most sensitive spot. Sweat beaded your forehead as your trembles gave way to full body shudders, shutting your mouth with your hand not wanting to be loud.Â
Satoru drew himself back from your neck, satisfied marking and suckling, withdrawing his digits, slick from you as you wince at the loss of his fullness.Â
He brings them up and sucks your essence off his fingers with a pop. âI want to eat you out.âÂ
Before even you can make out his words he kneels down bunching up the fabric to your hips pulling your panty down properly and latching onto your swollen clit.Â
âFuck âtoru.â he lapped his tongue on your clit, drawing circles, tasting your sweet before drawing himself back, âI am fucking you baby.â He says, licking a fat stripe on your vulva, his rigid tongue swiping back and forth over your clit sending sensations that make your body jolt. âHere and rawâ he hummed against your pussy, his breath warm and hot sending vibrations to your core, before vacuuming on your clit.Â
Your hand grasping his hair, as he worked on your orgasm.
He plunged his digits again, rhythmatic with the little pants escaping your mouth, along with the slick sounds of your hips buckling down his fingers.Â
He smirked internally at your enthusiasm.
âSo fucking nasty for me huh?â He said against your pussy, licking and sucking till you were nothing but withering in mindless pleasure. You were taking it well, suppressing your moans into breathless pants until he sucked, fingers pressing the most sensitive spot inside you.Â
A shriek fell past your lips, knees buckling, followed by a string of moans and whimpers. âOhâ fuck..â you try closing your thighs which he prevents with his iron grip of one hand, forcing it open till he has better access. âDon't even dare closing on meâŚâÂ
The wet sounds of his fingers, plunging in and out of your gummy walls, echoed throughout the empty room.
Something coiled hot and fuzzy in the lower pit of your stomach. You clenched hard around his finger, when the bass-heavy beats of the band's concert began, causing you to involuntarily shove satoruâs face deeper into your cunt as you heard voices from the stage outside.Â
Geto's unmistakable voice rang out, accompanied by the heavy drumming of nanami. They had started performing without satoru.Â
âNnâtoru they startââ your voice died down into a breathless gasp as you felt your pelvic muscles clench, tension looping around your entire body as fiery sensations erupted. You arch your back against the wall, unable to stop your toes curling at the intensity of his tongue lapping, finger fuckin' you, as your vision gets blurry.Â
âYeahâŚcum for me babyâ his velvety murmurs were all it took for you to turn into a mess of sensations, your body erupting as your high came down bursting, dripping and spilling down your thighs, his chin and his neck.Â
Satoru lapped up the drops carelessly strewn about your skin, his tongue tracing a path along the droplets splattered on your inner thighs as he savored everything with anticipation.
âTell me, would I kneel infront of anyone and let them cum this hard on my fingers?â He straightened himself up, âand then drink it up like a pussy drunk male whore?â his gaze never left yours, wiping the leftover slick from his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean.
The music from outside has now gained its intensity, thrumming even louder.
Noâ you mouthed.Â
Satoruâs gaze was still fixed at you, when he unzipped his pants, his aching cock sprang out red, already leaking precum.Â
You gape at his girth.Â
It was big.
And fucking thick.Â
Leaning in, Satoru brings his lips close to your ear, his voice clear over the blaring music from outside, âLike what you seeââ
You didn't get to answer him before he slammed right in.Â
A cry of pleasure tore from your throat, as you loop your hands around his neck, nails digging on his back.
He hissed out a breath, restraining himself from moving till you adjusted to his size.Â
Only then did he slowly pull it out leaving only the tip inside. You grimace at the loss of fullness until he slams back in causing you to clench around him.Â
He let out a low guttural moan which was almost inaudible to you over the roar of music if you weren't so close to each other, feeling the raw desire of his voice vibrating on your skin.
âTell meâ hahh- would I let anyone clench this hard on me if this weren't you?âÂ
You were at a loss for words.Â
The kind, polite, sweet satoru you knew was gone. In his place was someone who fucked hard.Â
When you don't answer he pulls out and slams right back in harsh, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.Â
Satisfied, satoru guides his one hand to tapping on your thigh suggesting you wrap your legs up around him.Â
He repositions his dick on your entrance, before supporting your weight with one hand, pinning your body completely to the wall, while the other hand grabs your neck, choking you before giving you a sloppy breathless kiss.Â
âYou like it don't yaâ hmm fuckâ so tightââÂ
Your cries came out choked as he pounded into you, in an insane manner, desperate and primal.
âTell meââÂ
ThrustÂ
âdo youââÂ
ThrustÂ
âstill think I'm just being polite?â
Thrust.
The roar of geto's voice singing out aloud different notes masked out the filth of your moans.Â
The sensation was in again, hot and uproar, coiling beneath the core of your consciousness. Satoru sensed you being close to your climax, continued to plow into your pussy, now supporting your weight with both hands against the wall.Â
Your toes curled again, nails digging down his back almost scratching the fabric, âyes that's it love,â your eyes rolled back as you arch your neck unable to handle the pleasure, âcum for meâŚâÂ
Your mouth forming a little âoâ, mind blank as your eyes saw stars. The only consciousness left in your body directed you to the burning of your heat, till it came crashing down.
You came hard letting your head fall on his shoulders too spent for anything.
Satoru too chased his high, thrusting into your swollen pussy, his cock twitching inside you, till you felt him getting sloppy and tense before cumming into you.
The music was still very loud, beats thrumming your flushed veins.Â
None of you said anything, remaining in the same position. Satoru pulled himself out, his cum dripping out your vagina, before walking over and placing you on a nearby chair.Â
He cleaned you up gently tugging your clothes back and fixes himself before cleaning the mess near the wall.Â
âTheyâ they started performing without youâŚâ you huff out, drained still in the very euphoria of your pleasure satoru showed you.Â
âI told them to do soâŚâ he shouted over the noise.Â
You remain stunned for a while, letting out a breath. âI'm sorryâŚI avoided you.âÂ
âHere I thought you were giving me a thousand kisses as an apology.âÂ
You chuckle at him, back to his normal selfâ your sweet, kind and maybe not so polite satoruâŚ
He came over to you, lifting you effortlessly before plopping himself down on the chair with you on his lap.Â
âI missed you.âÂ
âI missed you too.âÂ
âNo but I missed you like crazyâŚâ he pouted. ây/n be my girlfriendâŚplease.âÂ
Tears start forming in your eyes, overwhelmed, you never thought the satoru gojo you met at the mall, the satoru gojo you loved your entire high school would someday ask you to be his girlfriend.
To paint his heart with your love.
âI will.âÂ
âno waitâ marry me instead!â
You dug your face deeper into his chest, laughing at his playfulness. And satoru just smiled.
Finally he would be yours.Â
you and Satoru started dating since then and things couldn't have been any better for him. He practically announced to the world that you were his girlfriend, always picking you up and dropping you off from campus, and claiming a kiss as his reward. Youâd also cut Yura off, not wanting any more negativity in your life. Satoru was yours, and you were his. And He couldn't be any happier.
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"The fuck are you doin' up so late, hah?"
"I could say the same to you, Ryo."
The pink haired man in your college dorm rolls his eyes. "I had football practice. You know that. What's your excuse?"
You shrug. "Homework."
He squints at you in annoyance, kicking off his shoes without much care as to where they went, much to your protest. "Didn't you take like a billion AP courses back in high school? Why're you so busy?"
You raise an eyebrow at him. "I still got exams to study for." you yawn, tiredly. "What time is it?"
Sukuna sighs. "12:36."
You blink, your sleep deprived mind trying to wrap itself around that information. "They kept you till midnight?!"
He sighs, discarding his jacket and throwing his sweaty shirt onto his desk chair, joining the accumulating pile of laundry you know you'll have to do later. "We're going against Tokyo tomorrow. Said we needed to work our asses off to beat Satoru Gojo."
You raise your eyebrow. You didn't know much about football, but Sukuna forced you to go to enough games that you had the general idea. "The quarterback? They do realize you're only second to him stats-wise, right? It's very possible you'll beat him. The strongest has a lot of weaknesses too."
Sukuna grins, kissing your head before slipping into the shower.
He's not sure when he fell in love with you. You two were on basically on opposite sides of the spectrum that was college social circles. And then one day he saw you in the library, barely sparing a glance at him and brushing past him to leave.
To be honest, he was kinda shocked. Most girls tended to get extremely flustered or excited when they saw him, and you...you basically didn't give a shit.
But Ryomen Sukuna never encountered rejection - even if indirectly.
He wasn't going to start with you.
Eventually, you started to warm up to him, and you saw a different side to the merciless and arrogant heartthrob that walked through the halls of campus with such confidence it was almost palpable.
The next semester, the two of you became roommates.
Now, where there was you, there was Sukuna. The definition of a power couple, you supplied the brains and he the brawn.
Sukuna never really thought he was one for love, but when he steps out of the shower, finding you slumped over your papers, asleep, he seems to fall in love with you all over again.
You were strong.
Maybe not physically, by the determination and fiery look in your eyes he saw everyday was something he always respected, and eventually, something he fell in love with.
Slipping on a shirt and sweats, he stacks your papers to the best of his ability, before carefully lifting your sleeping form gently. "Damn woman, you're gonna be the death of me...falling asleep on me like this..." he mutters, a soft look in his eyes.
He'd rather die than have anyone see him like this, but you? You were an exception.
And as the brings you close and feels the soft lull of sleep beckoning him closer, he realizes you always would be.
A/N: This might be ooc shhhhhh this was just rlly cute I love him hehehe
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trouble a gojo satoru fic
pairing ⸺ bully!satoru gojo x reader
summary ⸺ an unexpected tutoring session with your bully satoru gojo leads to somewhere...unexpected
warnings ⸺ SMUT (MDNI), fluff, slight angst, college au, porn with really mid plot, bullying, humiliation, PANTY INSPECTION, p i v sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, creampie, he whimpers a lot but also degrades you a lot, gojo satoru king of dirty talk it might not make sense lolz, this is not edited in the slightest, didn't even do it a once over, implied that reader is a virgin but not really art by the goat 3-aem
a/n sorry for being so ia. will be answering asks after the ao3 author ahh events that went on this past week T-T as a result this is kind of mid, might delete later, based on this req
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This could not be happening to you. NO, no, no. You must be dreaming, right?
Because Satoru Gojo was sitting right across from you in your math professorâs office, looking akin to a kicked puppy, ears drooping as your professor continued ranting about his late assignments, his efforts to cover his grades up, lost potential, laziness, how he should learn from youâbut you were only dreading the aftermath of this conversation, when you were left alone with Gojo.Â
Because he was your college bully.
It didnât get as violent as in those Asian dramas, but you were often left humiliated from the nuisance he was. For example, take the instance when you both first met.Â
Head deep in the textbooks you just bought, you were scanning the formulas in an effort to get ahead; after all, for someone like youâdependent on a scholarship to attend universityâslacking off was not an option. Only for the nepo trust fund babiesâwhich you were not. There, in the prestigious university you had fought tooth and nail to get into, you were at peace.Â
But it all went out the window as someone moved to tap you on your shoulder, making you turn your head towards possibly the most handsomest boy youâve ever seen but undeniably a spoiled kid. Because what came out of his words were definitely grounds for sexual harassment.
âAre Asian people your type? Because Iâm China get in your japanties.â
If crickets could make their way into the study room you were sitting in, their chirps would be LOUD. You blinked, heat creeping up your face as he leaned closer to your face, eyes flirtingly honing in on yours and your lips. Abruptlyâ-flusteredâyou stood up, gathering your belongings and apologizing profusely. âIâm soâsorryâI donâtâ-you might be talking to the wrong perââ because there was no way in hell he was addressing you. From what you could see, he looked like a rich kid, the kind with a lot of moneyâsomething that could land you in trouble. You booked it the hell out of there, ignoring the confused look on his face and missing the disappointment flicker across it as he saw your retreating figure leave his sight.
And thus, your love story with Satoru Gojoâwho you soon found out was the most popular boy on campusâstarted.Â
Small encounters with Gojo kept plaguing your first semester. They would be chance encounters, where Gojo would catch your eye in the middle of a crowd and make his way towards you, a snarky grin creeping up his face as he cornered you into a hallway with less traffic. Sometimes even in a closet.
It wouldnât be anything grave, to say. All he would ask is how your day was, all sweet nothings and cute smiles made to woo you. And they definitely didâbut you couldnât let it show, couldnât let him woo you.
âWhatâs your next class, baby?â The both of you were in a janitorâs closet, him having cornered you in the room and locked  the door. You kept biting your lip nervously, the edge of it red and swollen as you peered at him somewhat nervously.
âUhâI donât know,â you whispered, darting your eyes somewhere on the floor, so he wouldnât see the avoidant look on your face.
Letâs get the record straight: you werenât scared of Gojo. Sure, at 6â 3ââ with piercing, glow-in-the-dark sapphire eyes, he made you nervous, but you knew you could pine for him at best. Because god knows what would happen if you ever cross him or his dozens of fan girls, some with considerably more power than you on campus. Putting a target on your back while you were trying to graduate wasnât one of your goals, but trying to pass your math classes with honors was.
And you hated the fact Gojo could read you like a book. Because in the cramped, dark space, his eyes were almost..soft as he put his forearm across the wall on top of your head, effectively caging you in as he steps toward you. You hug your big and heavy books closer to your chest, the squish of your breasts over your top not lost to Gojo who eyes them with lidded eyes. Then, they make their way to meet yours, and itâs like he can see the pining in your eyes. The fact that heâs a carrot dangled in front of your head, something you want but if you ran, you would never have him. A perpetual race to make him yours.
He smiles, gives a soft chuckle. âYou donât know?â he teases you and your blatant lie. âCâmon, let me walk you there.â
But you blurt out an immediate âNo!â and then regret it, because hurt flashes across his face. âI meanââ you falter, âplease donât. Youâll be seen publicly with me.â
A quizzical look, one that is so innocent that it makes you want to cry, because how could Gojo ever understand your problems? âWhatâs the problem?â And then he pouts. âYou embarrassed of me?â
âNoânoââ you shake your head, squirming slightly from where you were both standing. âIt wonât be good for you, for me.â Then, you swallowed, waiting and screening for his reaction.
Praying to whatever gods that were listening to you that he would understand, it seemed that they were answered because an emotion you couldnât place etched its way on his face until he nodded. A resolute one, yet something that made you a bitâŚuneasy was in his eyes. Because it meant nothing but trouble.
Then on went your days. Seven days, in fact, because it only took a week for you to be walking across the hallway, daydreaming about a boy without a face cuddling you in the winter, eating cookies in Christmas. You hated being single and hated the fact you were confined to your academic responsibilities; quickly, your professors caught onto your potential, assigning you to tutor your peers during recitations. You preened at the attention and validation but felt lonely because it occupied all your time to catch up on othersâ expectations. In your rumination of your upcoming responsibilities, you didnât notice the hand shoot out and firmly grab your arm until you were in a janitorâs closet. Yet again.
Shocked, you resisted the unknown person who had led you in here, instincts flaring up until said person turned on the light.Â
Gojo.
âGojo, what are youââ You didnât get a chance to finish your sentence, as Gojo had covered your mouth with his arm, one to avoid causing too much commotion before you were discovered there.
âYou said no one could see us, right?â A mischievousâyet yearningâlook flashed across his face and it was then you realized his play. âSo this is okay?â
No, this stubborn man wasnât going to let you goâhe was going to torment you. In secret.
The only response you could conjure your brain was a whimper because a tentative hand was creeping its way up your thigh, softy caressing the insides of it. All you could feel was pleasure and how it was so right despite it being so wrong that Satoru Gojo, the campus sweetheart, had cornered you into the janitorâs closet to give you the most dizzying touches, some you couldnât deny.
So when he moved his other hand that was at your mouth to grab at your pink skirt, he lifted the hem with both his hands and then paused. Looked at you with darkened eyes. âLet me do this.â
You could only close your eyes in your flustered state, pinching them shut as you gave him a slight nod. It only took him a millisecond to move, using both of his hands to uncover what was between your thighs, eyes focused and widening as he inspected your panties.
âPink with hearts, huh?â You could hear the chuckle in his voice, the cockiness basically oozing out and you could only continue to heat up deeper. âI like it, baby.â Jumping as you felt his hands roam and trace the edges of your panties, he hooked his finger in the crotch, your thighs tightening slightly as his index just oh so grazed your bare folds as he pulled and pulled, until he let go of the tension and it snapped back in its place. âLook at me.â
As per his instruction, you opened your eyes, only to be taken aback by the intensity in his. Then, his lips moved. âBe my girlfriend.â
The moment broke as clarity hit you. This shouldnât have happened. âIâm sorry, Gojo, butââ
âDonât call me that,â he groaned, stepping back and raking an arm through his hair. âWhatâs even your problem? Did I do something wrong?â
Incredulous, you utter out a âSomething wroâyou donât think you did something wrong?â
He looked at you for a bit, made to say something, but you cut him off. âYou know what Gojo? Get this through your head. We canât do this. I donât know how many girls fall for this, but I canât. Iâm sorry.â With that, you made to move, but he quickly reached out, pleading for you to stay. You wrenched his hand out of your grip and said, in the most serious voice you could muster, âDonât ever talk to me again.â And you walked out, pretending you werenât scared of what would happen after you retaliated against the Satoru Gojo.
Surprising, all went well for the rest of the semester. You did get some whispers and stares because of the stray rumor or two passing around about you and the mysterious instances when the campus king stared at your figure for a flicker too long. But it wasnât nothing but passing because you didnât share any classes with Gojo, and he respected your wishes. You didnât miss the bitterness in his stare when you passed by his friend group in the hallway, speeding up to shake off the weight of his eyes on you.
So, you were at peace. Until second semesterâs Calc III.
You soon realize that with gradients and vectors comes an additional burden, one specifically sporting white hair. Because as youâre pulled into your math professorâs office and see him, you oh so desperately want to book it.Â
âAnd this, Satoru,â your professor pauses and looks at him sternly while gesturing towards you, âis your ticket out of failing. Miss Y/N here,â he gives you a comforting smile, one that does nothing to ease the stiffness flooding your body at the thought of Gojo right next to you, âhas the highest grade in the class. Sheâs a seasoned teaching assistant too, helping a lot of people in her classes next year.â You silently curse, your smile growing more strained as you realize Gojoâs looking at you. âI trust that youâll be in good care.â
Once the professor finally dismissed you both, you braced yourself, shoving your notebook back into your bag with far more force than necessary. The prospect of *actually* tutoring Satoru Gojoâthe one person who seemed hell-bent on making college a gauntlet for youâwas absurd.
You didn't look up as you pushed past him, but Gojo kept pace, following you out of the office and down the hall with that easy, unbothered stride of his. "So," he drawled, âhow's this tutoring thing going to work? Are you coming to my place, or am I coming to yours?â
You stopped, turning to face him. "My place," you said firmly. The thought of seeing him lounging in some flashy, high-end apartment was insufferable. Besides, at least in your dorm, you could set some ground rules.
He blinked, looking surprised. "Your place? Bold move, Miss Perfect," he teased, that trademark smirk flickering onto his face. âDidnât think youâd be so eager to have me over.â
"Trust me, Gojo, I'm only doing this because I have to. And there will be rules," you said, crossing your arms. "No messing around, no gamesâjust math."
â*Just math,*" he repeated, his tone playful as his eyes glinted with mischief. âGot it.â
You swallowed, hoping he meant it. "Fine," you said briskly. "Iâll see you tomorrow at six. Donât be late."
âOh, wouldnât miss it,â he replied, and with a little salute, he strolled off, leaving you with a sense of impending doom.
The knock came precisely at six.
You opened the door, and there stood Satoru Gojo, surprisingly punctual, hands shoved into his pockets and a playful grin on his face. You gestured to the small study area youâd set up by your desk, filled with neatly organized notes and textbooks.
âTake a seat,â you said shortly. âWeâll start with the basics.â
He slid into the chair, his gaze flitting from the textbooks to you, an amused glint in his eye. âYou werenât kidding about tutoring. Youâre all set up like a professional.â
You ignored the remark and opened the textbook to the chapter on derivatives. âAlright. Letâs go through this. If you understand derivatives, the rest of Calc III will start making sense.â
For a while, he seemed to actually pay attention. He followed along, asking a few questions, which you answered as patiently as possible. But as the explanations went on, his attention started to drift. After one too many halfhearted nods, you frowned, putting your pencil down.
âYouâre not even trying, are you?â
He leaned back in his chair, that smirk resurfacing. âMaybe I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you.â
You rolled your eyes, fighting off the blush creeping up your cheeks. âYou needed my help. I didnât force you to come here. If you donât want to do this, thenââ
He held up a hand, the teasing gone from his face. âAlright, alright. Iâll focus.â He paused, then added, âIn fact, to show you I mean it, Iâll do you a favor. Whatever you want. My way of saying thanks.â
You eyed him warily. âA favor?â
âAnything,â he said, leaning in with a grin that spelled trouble. âWhatâll it be? An escort to class? Carrying your books around? Name it.â
 âIâll let you know when I think of something.â Youâre dismissive, knowing heâs not that serious about this, playful about this like he is everything else.Â
He chuckled, nodding. âLooking forward to it.â
And with that, he finally settled into his chair, this time with genuine focus, leaving you both in the kind of quiet that held a new, unspoken promiseâa favor, an IOU hanging in the air between you.
You donât know how you ended up under Gojo on your bed.Â
Satoru sat closeâcloser than youâd expected. His knee brushed yours as he leaned forward to study your notes, and every few minutes, his arm would brush against your hand as he reached for the pencil you were using to write equations. Each little touch sent a jolt through you, and judging by the lingering glances he kept giving you, he didnât mind it either.
âOkay, so the derivative here is...?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you pointed at the next problem.
Satoru leaned even closer, squinting at your notebook. âI think I get it,â he murmured, his face inches from yours, his breath warm as it brushed your cheek. But instead of looking at the math, his eyes flicked to yours, lingering just a second too long.
Your heart hammered as you forced yourself to focus. âRight. So you should get⌠uh⌠that answer,â you managed, feeling his gaze still trained on you.
âUh-huh,â he replied, not breaking eye contact. His hand shifted on the table, the back of his fingers grazing yours.
You didnât move. Neither did he. Your fingers stayed where they were, brushing against each other, the soft, deliberate touch making the silence between you feel louder. Finally, you broke the tension by clearing your throat, quickly pulling your hand away to grab a different textbook.
âSoâum, yeah, youâre almost there,â you stammered. âBut you missed a step here.â You pointed to another section, hoping he wouldnât notice the slight shake in your voice.
He noticed, of course. You could see his smirk in the corner of your eye.
âIs that all I missed?â he asked, leaning so close that his shoulder pressed against yours. His voice was lower now, more intimate.
You nodded, trying to focus on the page but finding it impossible with him so close. âYeah. Just⌠that,â you said softly.
âThanks,â he murmured, his voice dropping even more as he shifted his hand, his knuckles brushing against your knee now. It wasnât intentionalâat least, you thought it wasnâtâbut neither of you moved. You felt frozen, caught in a quiet, charged moment, where all you could hear was your own heartbeat.
You swallowed, forcing your gaze back to the problem on the page. âMaybe, um⌠maybe we should take a break?â you suggested, needing a second to breathe.
He tilted his head, an amused, knowing, intense glint in his eye. âA break sounds nice.âÂ
Your breath caught as he looked at you like that, his hand still warm where it lingered just a little too close. And in that brief moment, you wondered just what kind of favor youâd end up asking of himâor what he might ask of you in return.
And it seemed like he knew what you were thinking. âHey,â he said oh so breathlessly, in the way that made you want to throw yourself at him yet simultaneously bludgeon his head in, âwanna fuck?â
You reeled back, incredulous, but he quickly grabbed your head with both his hands, gently drawing you in. âWhat?â Â
âI mean,â and he giggled, âwhat better use of a favor for than me to rid you of your virginity?â
You gasp, struggling in his hold to no avail. âWhy would you assume Iâm a virgin? I have plenty of experience, thank you very muchââ
All the man does is snigger, despite your glare at him and looks at you, peering at you through his eyelashes with an oh-so-adoring smile. âIt was clear how much you soaked through your panties that last time youâre a virgin, baby.â And you canât help but whimper, reduced to a melting mess because of his sweet words.Â
He laughs meanly. âIf youâre not a virgin, you better not be soaked right now, baby. Iâm kind of excited to see what panties youâre wearing this timeâ He moves his hand between your thighs, and you pliantly spread your legs for him, clenching as his hands rove over your panties in between your skirt. And heâs right, because itâs almost like youâve wet your panties with the way your slick was flooding out of you because of your proximity with Satoru. âLook at that,â he coos and he pulls his hand away, much to your dismay, to examine his fingers. They glisten vulgarly in the fairy lights in your dorm, and Satoru turns his head to look at you. âSo you gonna let me fuck you?â
And that, dear reader, is how you find yourself face down in your plushies on your dorm room bed, clutching them for dear life as Satoru spews dirty talk as if he was born doing it. âSatoru, faster!â you sob, having gone past the initial discomfort of having something in your pussy.Â
âSatoru, faster,â he mocks you, grabbing your hips and drilling into your heat, groaning at how youâre just so tight. The tears flowing down your face make you even more beautiful as you succumb to your pleasure, one that no one other than Satoru has ever made you feel. âIsnât this what you wanted? For me to fuck you?â You donât answer past your moaning, and that annoys the fuck out of Gojo. He slaps your ass consecutively and canât help but be more aroused looking at the red handprints he leaves. âAnswer me.â
âYes,â you moaned, anything to stop his assault on your ass, âI wanted this is sooo bad.â At thatârather than being satiatedâSatoru sped up, hitting your spot with the accuracy of a sharpshooter.
âYea, baby?â He laughs, meanly, leaning down to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. His fingers squished your cheeks, thereby pursuing your lips as he tried not to cum from the sight of your eyes rolling back with each stroke into you. From the way you were clenching and pulsing more regularly around him, he could tell you were close. âGonna cum?â
You whined, nodding while sobbing into his hands, trying to focus on the feeling of orgasming. It was so close, you could feel it coiling in your bellyâ
Just for him to rip out of your cavern, leaving you in shambles due to the emptiness you were feeling. âWhatââ
He tutted, his hand now slowly stroking his cock while he was sitting on his knees, looking down at you. âIâm only letting you come if you agree to be my girlfriend.â
âGojo, whatââ
âItâs Satoru,â his eyes flared, looking at you with an intensity you hadnât noticed before. âAnd say it. Say youâll be mine.â
For a moment, you searched his eyes for any signs. Signs of insincerity, of humor. But all you could find was desperation and yearning. Ever since you kept having your chance encounters with Gojo, you couldnât help but deny the fluttering in your heart; the way his eyes unconsciously looked for you, a mere stranger he had taken interest in, in every crowd made you feel seen in a world where you were otherwise invisible.
And you couldnât help but want to continue being in that world, in his world.
âFine,â you whispered. âIâll be your girlfrââ
Before you could finish, he smashed his lips into yours, joining them in a messy, wet embrace. His tongue explored your mouth in a way that made you leak even more while he aggressively laid back down on the mattress, effortlessly lifting you onto his crotch and onto his dick. As he thrusted into you, desperately, he couldnât help but continue blabbing sweet nothings.
âIâll treat you so wellâhaahâtake you out on dates,â he heaved, eyes watering as he thrusted slowly into you in long, deep strokes. His eyes never left you as he made love to you, his face going up to nuzzle in between your breasts, peering at you through lidded eyes lovingly. âFuck you well every night, show you off to the world.â
You could only sob Satoru as you looked at his face through your tears, him doing all the talking for you. âEvery day,â he groaned, his cock pulsing and twitching in your walls, âIâll love you like youâre my wife and fuck you like youâre my slut. Soââ and he took a sharp intake of breath, one that you could interpret as him getting close with the way his hips were continually getting more and more sloppy, âso proud of you, baby. Gonna take care of you.â Then, he meets his eyes with yours as he starts to speed up, hand moving to gently rub at your clit in circles, with such prowess that you know youâre not going to last long. âPull youâhaahâpull you aside and see what panties you wore for me that day. Coming insideâcoming inside and making you walk around with my cum leakinâ out of your panties.â
And then he whimpers as he loses control. âGonnaââ he utters in between short breaths, âgonna come baby. Come with me.â
âI will, Satoru,â you whine. âPlease, I wannaâI wanna kiss!â Thatâs when Satoru canât hold himself back anymore, his cum shooting in ropes inside of you at the innocent gesture you wanted him to do while he was doing such filthy things to you. You come alongside with him, everything so overwhelming as you ride out your orgasm on top of him.Â
As youâre both settling down from your orgasm, he pulls you offâthe both of you wincing at the sudden emptinessâas he lays you down next to him. Without a word, he nuzzles in between your breasts, giving a content sigh as he literally melts like a cat, relaxed in your embrace. You canât help but giggle at his antics, and he takes his face out of your cleavage to give you a boyish grin. âWhatâre you laughing at?â âNothing,â you shake your head. âJust the fact Iâm chained to you now.â
âHey!â he pouts, moving his arms so heâs embracing you tightly, effectively trapping you in. âSay that again and Iâm going to sleep on top of you and never leave.â
âCanât believe Iâm chained to yââ
Satoru plops on top of you, making a show of tickling your ribs and stomach as you gasp and laugh in surprise. âSatoru!â He doesnât relent, until you feel a familiar liquid ooze and leak out of your pussy.
This time, your shriek of Satoruâs name doesnât go unnoticed. At the murderous look on your faceâas well as the sheer messiness in between your thighsâhe gets up. Smiles sweetly. âShould just leave you like this, leaking my cum. Itâs only fair for how you ignored me!â
At that, he gets a pillow to his face, reminiscent of a kicked puppy as he trudges to your bathroom to clean you up.Â
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⡠Second Time?
Synopsis . Part One. When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, nipple play (m!receiving), pussy slapping, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, continued porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, creampie, Sukunaâs kinda soft here and there, etc. / wc . 4.4k
A/N: to those that requested a part two for virgin!sukuna <3 [MDNI]
âNo? Oh câmonnn, theyâre just piercings,â You whine as your legs remain sprawled out over Sukunaâs muscular thighs.
Your panty-clad cunt was throbbing over his saliva-slicked semi-hard cock, due to your recent actions, and yet here Sukuna was still trying his very best to figure out a way out of this situation. It wasnât that he didnât want to go further with youâ he was just nervous.
Not that heâd ever say that out loud though. Admit youâve made him nervous? Oh please, in what universe?
Sure, you made him cum prematurely but thatâs not his fault. No one told you to have such a slutty ass mouth.Â
Back to the present though, as you gaze down at him with those stupidly pretty eyes of yours, batting your lashes pleadingly whilst you await for the man to change his answer. It was simply unfair of him to have nipple piercings and not show you. Itâs the least he could do after the head you just gave him, right?
âNo, itâs not the âleast I can doâ,â Sukuna huffs. Itâs then that you realize youâd spoken your thoughts aloud but, in a way, youâre actually glad you did so, âYouâre not seeing shit, now get off of me.â
The pout that presents itself on your face is practically immediate, âCâmon âKuna, I wonât touch them. I jusâ wanna see,â You coo softly, tilting your head to the side as if to convince him, âPlease?â
One simple word and his tip was wet with precum yet again. Sukuna swears he hates you. He hates the way you're looking at him right now, the way you're seated so perfectly on top of him, and the way he forgets how the hell he even got into this position with you in the first place.
Didn't he come over here to finish a project? Not have sex with you.
And yet, he can't find it in himself to say no to you again. That damn word you said, it did something to him. Sukuna's not sure what or why but his mouth is moving on its own, almost instinctively, "You wanna see them?" He sighs.
You're nodding, slipping your hands down to the hem of his shirt, "Yeah. Promise I won't touch."
"Tch. I..." Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a pretty vein decorating his skin along his sharp jawline as he glances away for a moment, "I want you to beg me again."
Although you're a bit taken back by his request, you're quick to lean forward a bit and bite your lower lip, "Please?"
He ignores the word leaving you lips, his cock springing to life once more despite his attempt at leaving you unanswered. Given his body's reaction to you, all you can do is smirk before you're leaning down slightly and pressing your lips to his jaw.
"Pretty please, Sukuna?" You purr, warm breath hitting his now overly tense skin, "I promise I'll be good. Won't lay a finger on you unless you want me to."
His head slumps back against the couch and he inhales sharply at your soft touch sliding under his shirt, steadily working it up as the black fabric bundles up against your hands.
Then you're at his neck, sucking on his skin, rolling your tongue over him, shifting your hips forward against his cock and he simply groans. "F-Fucking, fine." Sukuna huffs, annoyed out of his ever-loving mind at whatever control it is you seem to have over him.
He hates you. He swears he hates you. Everything about the way your hands quickly tug his shirt up over his head, tossing the fabric elsewhere as you set your greedy eyes on his chest, the way your eyes widen at how flushed his skin is, and the sight of your tongue swiping over your lips as soon as you set your sight on his nipples.
Such pretty contrasting metal decorated his very pretty swollen nipples. So flushed with shades of pink and red, itching to be touchedâ just one flick and you knew he'd let out the most heavenly sound. The problem was convincing him to let you touch his nipples.
They were so damn tempting though, you swore you were drooling at the sight. God, you just wanted to reach out and-
"No," Sukuna rasps out. Your eyes snap up to his face and your pussy throbs at his expression.
He's beyond embarrassed. His eyes almost look glossed over with how desperate he was for you to stop looking at him. And yet he was so pouty and grumpy too, plump lips pulled into the cutest little frown at how hungry you were looking at him, his breathing unsteady all over again, and his cock felt twitching wildly beneath you.
You smirk, "'No'... what?"
"No, you cannot touch them," He's slow to clarify that, having seen right through those greedy eyes of yours, "You wanted to see and you've seen so-"
"I can make you feel good though," You purr, leaning in close to him all over again. "Jus' let me-"
"No," Sukuna mutters sternly. Then his hands are meeting your hips and his grip alone makes you flinch.
His touch is filled with intent as he slides his hands back to your ass and gives you a nice and firm squeeze, tugging you against him and making you gasp at the way his dick twitches right against your cunt. Your hands go to his shoulders to stop yourself from being pulled flush against him and he gazes dead up into your eyes.
How does one look so needy and yet commanding at the same time? It was like Sukuna told you thousands of words through his gaze alone. Maybe it was his very apparent physical need for you, or maybe it was just how attractive he is when aroused but fuck his look had your body hot all over.
Sukuna lets out a small breath of air before he drops his raspy tone even lower to a whisper, "Fuck me," He utters, feeling the reaction your cunt has to his words and cracking a cocky little smirk, "Fuck me, and you can touch me as much as you wish to."
You gulp thickly. Did you forget how to speak for a moment because all you do is open your mouth and it was like no words were even coming to your brain. His gaze was to intense and starved, large hands playing with the fat of your ass while he lifts his hips up slightly.
Then you gasp again, his thick tip was pressing right against your needy hole through the few layers of clothing that remained and you felt drunk off of your own arousal. Nodding and whispering in return, "O-Okay," Your hands slide around his neck and you lean in until your lips are meeting his again.
And if you were drunk off of your arousal then he was fucking high off of his ownâ feeling faded out of his mind with the way he leisurely moves to undress your lower half as he kisses you like he's done so a thousand times before, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up your moans, sucking on your lower lip, and undressing you all in one go.
Hell, for a second you forget the man is a damn virgin.
And as if to combat with thatâ you feel like a damn virgin once you start sinking your slippery walls around Sukunaâs thick cock. Gasping against his lips and feeling his fingertips curl into the skin of your waist, his jaw-dropping and lips quivering against yours as he lets out the most guttural groan heâs ever uttered, and both of your eyes fluttering at the connection of his body to yours.Â
Sukunaâs deeply shaded red eyes are hazy on yours as you sink down on him. His mind is turning to mush and he swears heâs about to pass the fuck out. It couldâve been the way your face looked as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock, or how tight your walls clamped down on him but, either way, Sukuna felt hot all over. Dizzy with lust and faded off of everything thatâs you.
Every inch of you, the feel of your squeezing wet pussy enclosing around his aching cock, that breathy squeak of his name leaving your lips, and then your fingers grazing his chest-
Sukunaâs brows twist up and his entire body flinches instinctively. Hips bucking up slightly, large hands urging you further down, and shaky sound escaping his wet blushing lipsâ heâd officially lost it.Â
He looked so damn pretty doing so as well, not that youâd ever tell him that (youâve embarrassed him enough for the time being). Those damn eyes of his were all glossed over, his bottom lip was shaking as a sexy-pitched gasp escaped his throat, and his hands held onto you for dear life whilst he bottomed out.
His fat cockhead kissing your cervix with little to no movement had you panting heavily while you kept your eyes low on his. ââKuna,â You feel his cock twitch desperately inside you and you toy with one of his sensitive nipples in between your index and thumb, âY-Youâre so-â
âShut up,â He groans, and then heâs kissing youâ desperately, hungrily-, starved. He knew another word from you would have your cunt stuffed full of his cum within seconds.
And as much as he wanted that, as much as he knew thatâd be the end result of all this, he did not want to make yet another fool of himself. Though, the way your fingertips constantly flick over his pierced nipples makes him fucking whine into your mouth, a heavy grunt following after the sound as if to cover it up.
The hands your waist urge your body up, dragging your slicked walls up along his cock before allowing gravity to slam you back down. God the way you moan his name makes his knees feel weak. You were making him, as a whole, feel so utterly weak.
It wasnât long before you were picking up a steady pace on top of him, your breaths shared with his and his eyes not once leaving yours. Sukuna was such a silent commander, that gaze of his told you everything, testing-, no, daring you to look away from him. He didnât even know what it was about eye contact but he craved it so desperately.
Your gaze made his cock so stupidly hard, so much so that he just wanted to flip you over on this stupid couch of yours and-
And then he was. Sukuna doesnât even register heâs repositioned with you until you let out the prettiest little whimper and your eyes roll back as he, almost experimentally, thrusts his heavy cock deep past your plush pussy lips.Â
What brings him back into the moment is that sound of you and the way youâre choking out his name, âSâkuna, f-fuck,â You almost hate that heâs taken control because youâve lost your teasing of his chest, âWhyâd you-, ngh-,â Youâre cut off completely when he drags his hips back so torturously slow before rolling his hips down into you.
Shaking his head thoughtlessly, âShut up,â Sukuna huffs again as he presses his bulky weight down against you, folding you into the meanest mating press and making you let out a filthy mewl at the sheer stretch of his girthy cock. âPlease,â He sounds almost breathless, that plea of his hardly even audible, âJusâ be quiet fâme.â
Your jaw hangs open and youâre simply gaping up at the man with stupid, cockdrunk eyes. Something about feeling and watching him learn how to please you was probably more pleasurable than the sex itself. Which is saying an awfully lot because even though he didn't know what the hell he was doing, whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, moaning his name softly every time his tip nudges into that mushy spot inside you. Sukuna lets out a low hum when he feels your nails claw at his back suddenly.
Then the cocky bastard has the nerve to fucking smile at you. Almost as if he enjoyed the pain of your nails scratching at his back hard enough to leave marksâŚ
Because, of course, then heâs fucking you faster, harder, deeper. So determined to learn what you like, to learn your body inside and out (literally), and to have you mark up his back more than the dark ink that decorates his skin currently.
âYâfeel so fuckinââŚâ He can hardly even speak as he just grows addicted to pushing his cock in and out and in and out. That sloppy sound of your cunt squelching and wetting up his cock over and over again-, fuck he couldnât get enough of it. âS-So fuckinâ good,â Sukunaâs voice almost softens as he shifts his lips to your ear, âOh fuck, wannaâŚâ His words trail off, a deep shade of blush coating his cheeks.
You canât help but grow that never-ending urge to tease him, moving your lips to his ear, âWanna what?â There was a slight shake in your voice but that didnât save him from his cock throbbing at the sound of your voice alone.
âHahh⌠wanna-, agh, wanna make you cum,â Sukuna admits begrudgingly. He sounded so ridiculously embarrassed saying that out loud but he was far too pussydrunk to care right now.
Thrusts growing heavier as if he were searching for a specific spot inside you, his eyes softening as he shifts to hover his face over yours once more, and his groans making your stomach churn with butterflies. Hell, you almost do exactly that of what heâs requested based on the sound of desperation in his tone alone.
Sukunaâs usually such a big, mean, sometimes stoic man, and yet here he was, silently requesting your assistance.Â
He is only a virgin after all.
âNot anymore,â He gruffs, catching you by surprise as you render the fact that those words left your lips. âCâmon, tell me what to do.â
Again, Sukuna swears on his life he hates you. He hates the way youâve made him so weak, the way your cunt is so deliciously warm inside, the way you moan his name-
Fuck, he hates you.
ââKuna,â You whisper as you slide one of your hands from around his neck to slip to his hand and guide him, âMy clit. You gotta-â
Your breath is caught in your throat all over again. You were trying to guide him just like he wanted you to but Sukuna was far too quick of a learner, swatting his thick thumb around in search before his ears twitch at the way your voice gets stuck in your throat.
âHere?â He has the nerve to whisper gently, âRub here, right? Yâlike that?â Sukuna asks as he matches his thrusts with the flick of his thumb, drinking in the way your back arches up off of the couch and your eyes roll back.
Youâre nodding, âYes yes-, r-right there âKuna, fuckâŚâ
His eyes rake over your face all over again and then heâs doing that thing where he speaks without thinking, âSo fuckinâ pretty like this.â
Of course, those softly uttered words pull you out of your cockdrunken stupor for only a moment, âH-Huh?â You breathe out as your eyes meet his.
âI hate you,â Sukuna lies straight through his teeth, âHate how pretty you look beneath me,â Heâs babbling at this point, picking up his pace and trying to angle his cock into somewhere specific, âHow fuckinâ-, god youâre squeezinâ me sâtight, hahh⌠h-how you sound moaning my name, taking my cock.â With that last sentence comes a particularly harsh thrust.
Your nails scrape at his back again and he moans in pleasure. Gloss covers your eyes as he finally finds that spot that has you seeing stars, âSukuna,â You moan sweetly, feeling him hit that very spot over and over and over again.
âAgain,â He huffs, leaning down even closer and pressing more of his weight onto you, âMoan my name again, woman.â
âSukuna,â Youâre moaning without the need for his instruction. To hell if the man is a virgin, he knows how to use his cock.
What he doesnât realize is how big he is in comparison to anyone else youâve been with. Stretching you open with every thrust, fucking you ridiculously full of all his thick inches, knocking his dripping tip right against your sweet spot, making your legs tingle in numbness, and rolling skillful circles around your clit as if heâd practiced doing so before.
âFuckinâ perfect,â Sukuna rasps out, his eyes locked dead onto yours as usual.
He was so focused on you, so eager to make you cum. Obviously, heâd never felt anything like this before so he never wants it to end. And perhaps thatâs the only reason why he hasnât emptied himself into you yet.Â
Every time youâre felt leaving another bright red mark on his back, he lets out a low hiss before flashing a smirk down at you, thrusts growing harder. Then thereâs the way you just gape up at him, jaw dangling as youâre so clearly lost in pleasure, and pussy swallowing him in whole each time he fucks himself back into you.
And your little gasps of, âFeels s-so good Kuna, donât stop.â Have him reeling back on purpose, pretending to mistakenly slip his cock out of you for a moment only to slap his fat cockhead against your needy hole and then push all of himself right back in.
With a smug expression on his face, âDonât tell me what tâdo,â He responds.
âI jusâ did,â You argue back all in one breath.
God, he- , âI hate you,â The words are leaving his lips yet again but he canât stop driving his dick inside you. Youâre so fucking warm, so welcoming for him, so honeyed and sweet inside. Hell, for a second he wonders what youâd taste like on his tongueâ despite never even going down on someone before.
âYeah,â You flash a fucked-out little smile up at him and your walls grip onto him tighter, making his brows twist up, âBut you love fuckinâ me.â Your little whisper makes him shudder.
He nearly cums at that, releasing a strangled groan before he just nods almost obediently, âUhuh.â Sukuna mumbles, his hate for you growing with every passing second.
There you are under him, still teasing him despite the expression of pleasure plastered across your face, âYeah?â
âM-Mhm,â He grumbles in response.
He canât help but just agree with you. Of course he adores fucking you. If anything, he doesnât think heâd prefer it be anyone else. After watching your cute ass all composed every week in class, listening to the way you lecture him for not paying attention as if you actually care about him, watching you grow surprised today at the way he can get things done when he puts in an effort-
Shit, of course he wanted to see you like thisâ splayed out like a pretty little slut for him, gasping his name, looking him in the eye, and allowing him to fuck you. God, his mind is spinning. He canât think at all.
So lost in his head, youâre left spasming below him because heâs still thumbing at your clit and his cock is as unforgiving as ever, âSukuna,â His name rolls off of your tongue beautifully and heâs left in awe above you.
Tilting his head, âWhat?â Sukuna breathes as heâs pulled from his daze and back to the present.
âMake me cum,â You order so suddenly.
As that third word leaves those lips of yours, Sukuna smirks knowingly and he leans up a little just to angle himself better inside you. He glances down at your cunt, biting his lip at the sight of his cock bulging inside you, watching himself push in and out for a second before his smirk turns into a lazy little smile.
âAlready didâ,â He scoffs, flicking his eyes back up to you.
Your brows twist up, âWha-â
âAre you that dumb when cock is inside yaâ?â He utters meanly and earns an immediate squeeze of your gummy walls around his veiny shaft, âYou came a few minutes ago, brat.âÂ
âIâŚâ Your expression becomes dumbfounded and in an instant, youâre the one left embarrassed.
Which he finds all too cute, âFelt good thoâ.â He comments smugly, looking back down to where youâre connected and tilting his head at the sight.
Fuck, he was so sexy above you. Even on his chest, bright red scratches decorated his skin. When did you do that? His nipples were still as flushed as his face and you wanted so badly to reach out and flick your fingers against them again.
Pouting, âSukuna-â
âDo it again fâme,â The man cuts off.
You canât even get a response out before heâs leaning down again, âI-â
This time youâre cut off by him pressing your legs together and against your chest, loving the pretty sight of you folded and bent to his will like this. All he can do is stare down and watch himself fuck you, seeing your swollen lips take in his fat length so fucking beautifully. Itâs like you were made for him or something.
Your cunt only molds around his cock, sucking him in whenever he pulls out like you never wanted him to leave you. He could feel every throb of your pussy when he spoke to you, every squeeze of your warmth when he reached deeper than before, and fuck was he enamored by every second of it.
âPlease,â He says breathlessly all of a sudden, itching to watch you cum on his cock this time around.
His begging is followed by him moving his hand back down to your pussy, his thumb sliding back in search of your clit. Rubbing those maddening little circles once he finds it, Sukuna focuses most of his attention on your body. Every little jump you make when he swats his thumb to the left, every pitch in your moan when he thrusts inside you at a certain paceâ Sukuna soon smiles once heâs got you all figured out.
âOh fuck,â You whimper, tossing your head back against the couch as your eyes loll to the back of your hand.
With that knowing smile on his face, the couch creaks with his rough thrusts inside you, âStop makinâ me beg you for shit,â Sukuna grunts before gifting your throbbing pussy with a little smack, âJusâ give it tâme.â
âSukuna-, ah,â Youâre choking at the sensation and your cunt narrows even more around him.
His toned pelvis smacks against you over and over, heavy balls hitting your ass with each shove of his fat cock inside your warmth, âFuck,â The man heaves as he feels himself steadily growing addicted.
Why the hell didnât he have sex with someone sooner?
âMâgonna cum,â You soon whine out to the man.
To which he clashes into you faster, feining for it, âPlease, f-fuckinâ need it,â Sukuna groans before pressing down against you again.
His thrusts grow uneven and jagged, eyes rolling back when he feels you finally cumming around his cock for a second time. You were squeezing him so tight. All he could do was moan at how perfect you were.
âShiit,â He huffs, his cock twitching wildly inside you before his mind goes completely blank, âI love you-â
Your brows immediately twist up, âWha-â
And then heâs painting your walls white. Grunting, groaning, moaning-, hell, you name it and the sound was leaving his lips as he fucks his orgasm into you.
Then heâs babbling mindless little praises of, âLove this fuckinâ pussy,â Lost in filling you with his cum and listening to you whimper from overstimulation.
Gifting you with praise after praise about how beautiful you are under him like this, how much he adores his name rolling off your tongue. He canât even fathom how much cum is spilling into you, velvety thick ropes painting your walls a creamy white to the point where it spills out of you and coats his hefty base with a filthy ring of white.Â
All while he continued to praise you, going as far as thank you in quiet little whispers. God, he was out of his mind. He wasnât thinking in the slightest, his mouth was just saying shit.
So much so that heâs barely lucid as his high comes down, doesnât process a thing he said to you moments ago, and just lays there for a while with his cock resting inside you. All he can do is pant heavily as he rests his body on top of you, not yet pulling out and leaving his softened cock inside you.
Youâre completely still beneath him for a while, trying to catch your breath as your legs feel temporarily numb. You couldnât get those three words he spoke to you out of your head.
His tone was so damn soft and vulnerable, just replaying it in your head made you smile. Before he notices your expression though, you wipe the smirk off of your face and coo his name softly, âSukunaâŚ?â
âDonât.â Is all he has to say to you. He was well aware of what heâd said to you.
He didnât mean it, of course. He was simply⌠lost in the moment.
âAww,â You purr, an obvious breathlessness to your tone, âYou said you loved me cause I took your virginit-â
Sukuna lets out a mean groan before moving your legs apart so he can meet your eyes again, âIâm gonna fucking kill you.â
You flash a pout to mock him, âWhy? âCause I didnât say it back?â
His face is all different shades of blush but he still looks as mean and grumpy as ever, âNoâŚâ
âYou sure?â You tease further.
All he can do is roll his eyes at you, âFuck you.â
And, naturally, you only continue, âI think you did that alreadyâŚâ
Sukuna sighs, âJust.. Donât tell anyone about this.â
âAs long as you promise weâll do this more often.â
âI-, hah,â He smirks, âWhat are you, some kinda cockhungry slut?â
âNoâŚâ Your eyes drag themselves elsewhere for a moment, âBut for you, maybe.â
âMh.â Sukuna hums deeply, an unavoidable smile spreading across his face, âI think I like that.â
âI think you love it-â
âMâgonna âloveâ fucking the snarky responses outtaâ your mouth in a second if you keep it up,â He says flawlessly.
All you can do is swallow down whatever it is you were going to respond to that with.
To which he smiles, âUhuh, thatâs what I thought.â
Edit after leaks: sorry not sorry to spoil: rip unckuna & fuck gege, bring back gojo NOW. Iâm not playin đ
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dangerous when wet
you find out your next door neighbour loves shower sex.
PAIRING: neigbour!jake x y/n
GENRE: smut, shower sex duh, unprotected sex, oral, masturbating, dirty talk
WC: 10k MDNI
you've been living in your apartment for a year now, and it finally feels like yours. it wasnât much when you first moved inâjust a small, empty space with plain white walls and a few pieces of basic furniture that came with the lease. but over time, youâve slowly transformed it into something that feels warm and welcoming.
youâve spent countless hours finding the perfect decorations for it. youâve put up pictures on the once bare walls, just to take them down again and put some new ones up. you wanted everything to be perfect. you wanted it to feel like you.
most days, itâs just you here, alone with your thoughts and your textbooks. youâre deep into your college studies majority of the time. but, youâve made your apartment perfect for studying. itâs quiet, organized and everything has its own place of where it belongs.Â
you like that it's quiet here. after a long day on campus, your apartment is your retreat, your safe space. the outside world can be overwhelming, but here, everything is just how you want it. thereâs a kind of peace that comes with knowing you have a place thatâs all your own, where you can shut the door and leave everything else behind.
today is one of those rare days when you donât have any classes, so youâve planned to spend the entire day catching up on your studies. youâve got your textbooks laid out on the coffee table, your laptop open with a dozen tabs ready to go, and a playlist of soft music playing in the background to keep you focused.
but as youâre about to dive into your notes, you hear some noises in the hallway. at first, itâs just a faint rustling, but then it gets louder, like someoneâs moving furniture or carrying something heavy. you pause, your pen hovering over your notebook, and listen. the sounds continue, voices joining in, and for a moment, you wonder whatâs going on. then it hits youâmrs. blue, the sweet old lady who used to live next door, moved out last week. someone must be moving in now.
curiosity gets the better of you, so you quietly get up and tiptoe to the front door. you peek through the peephole, trying not to make a sound. through the tiny lens, you see a boy around your age standing in the hallway, a cardboard box balanced easily in one hand. even through the peephole, itâs clear that heâs good-looking and he knows it.Â
heâs laughing at something one of the other guys says, his smile wide and easy, and you canât help but notice the way his confidence just radiates off him. there are a couple of other boys with him, also carrying boxes into the apartment next door, and theyâre all chatting and joking like theyâve known each other forever. you wonder which one of them, or how many of them are moving in.Â
you watch for a moment longer, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and something else you canât quite name. this new neighbor is nothing like mrs. blue, thatâs for sure.
but for now, you go back to your studying, putting in your headphones this time and ignoring the slight bumps you hear from the furniture being moved around next door.Â
it isnât until later when youâre making dinner that you realize youâre out of sauce for your pasta. you check all your cupboards for anything you can use, but turn out empty handed.Â
you sigh, knowing that youâll have to run to the store to get some more sauce for your dinner. you wanted to have one day where you could just stay in your apartment all day and relax.Â
but, you grab your purse and decide to leave for the store, keeping on your pink pajama shorts and top since you think that youâll only be running in and out of the store in a short amount of time.Â
youâre halfway into the hallway when the door to the apartment next to yours swings open and you almost walk straight into someone. you gasp, stumbling back a step as your eyes dart up to see who it is.Â
âiâm so, so sorry! are you okay?â the words tumble out of your mouth in a rush as you steady yourself, your heart still racing from the near collision.
the man in front of you looks down at you, and you realize it was the man from earlier you saw through your peephole. youâre too flustered to say anything else. heâs taller than you though and his tousled brown hair is pushed back off of his forehead. a slow, easy grin makes his way onto his face.Â
he glances down, taking in your outfit and chuckles softly. the sound makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you suddenly wish youâd at least thrown on a hoodie before stepping out.Â
âitâs alright,â he says, his voice smooth and warm, like heâs genuinely amused by the situation. âiâm jake, by the way. i just moved in.â he extends his hand to you, and it takes a second for you to register whatâs happening.
âiâm y/n,â you manage to mumble as you shake his hand, your voice coming out more timidly than youâd like. internally, youâre cursing yourself for being so shy, especially in front of someone who seems so effortlessly confident. his hand is warm, his grip firm, and you canât help but feel a little more flustered as you pull your hand back.
ânice to meet you, y/n,â jake says, still smiling that smile that makes it hard to think straight. âiâll see you around, then.â with that, he turns and starts walking down the hall, catching up with a couple of guys who are waiting for him. as they pass by, both of them wave at you, and you manage a small wave back before they disappear down the apartment building steps.
once theyâre gone, you let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding, your cheeks still warm with embarrassment. youâre standing in the hallway in your pink pajamas and just almost ran into your ridiculously hot next door neighbour.Â
you cringe at yourself and start to leave the building as well, making your way to the store. you canât stop thinking about jake the whole way there. youâre both curious and intimidated by him. heâs attractive, confident and seems so carefree. everything that youâre not.Â
you wonder what its going to be like living next door to someone like him.
itâs been two weeks since jake moved in, and every weekend, like clockwork, he throws a party. itâs become a routine you dread. the moment friday evening rolls around, you brace yourself for the noise, the pounding music, the bursts of laughter that seep through the thin walls. no matter what you do, you canât escape it. the bass thuds through your apartment, vibrating through your bed frame, making it impossible to focus on anything, let alone study.
youâve tried everything to block it out. noise-canceling headphones, calming playlists, even white noiseânothing works. itâs as if the walls are paper-thin, every beat of the music and every shout from the party-goers seeping into your space, filling it with chaos.
one afternoon, youâre coming home exhausted from college and you run into your neighbour maia, who lives on the opposite side of jakeâs apartment. sheâs always been friendly and outgoingâ something you are jealous of her about. you wondered if the noise from jakeâs parties had only been bothering you and not the rest of the building.Â
âhey maia,â you start, trying to sound casual as the pretty girl opens her mailbox.Â
âhi y/n!â she gleams at you, so perfectly. âwhatâs up?âÂ
âum, i was just wondering if youâve heard the neighbours' parties? does the noise ever bother you? theyâre just so loud, and i canât seem to study at all when theyâre going on.âÂ
maia looks at you, and then she laughsâa light, carefree sound that makes you feel a little foolish for even bringing it up. âoh, no, they donât bother me at all! i actually join them most of the time,â she says, smiling brightly. âyou should come one day, y/n. theyâre so fun! youâre always in your apartment or at school studying, you need to let loose a little.â
her words make you smile, but itâs an awkward, strained smile. âyeah, maybe,â you say, but deep down, you know youâll never go. the thought of being surrounded by all those people, of trying to navigate the noise and the chaos, makes you feel anxious.
you wave goodbye to maia and head to your own apartment, feeling frustrated that you are the only one seemingly annoyed by jakeâs parties. i mean, it doesnât even seem like jake has gotten a noise complaint from the manager of the building. you donât know what to do.Â
when saturday night rolls around again, you plan on going to bed early since you have to wake up early to cram for an important exam on monday morning. but sure enough, when the sky is total darkness, you start to hear the familiar sounds of jakeâs party coming to life again next door. the music starts, a low thump that grows louder, then the laughter, the clinking of glasses and the sound of dancing feet.Â
you lay down in your bed, pressing your pillow over your ears, but even that doesnât help. youâre wide awake, staring up at the ceiling, listening to it all.Â
the frustration builds inside you, and you wonder how long this will go on. how many more sleepless nights youâll have to endure, how many times youâll have to pretend to maia that you might actually show up at one of these parties. you canât help but feel a mix of curiosity and irritation toward jake. heâs attractive, confident, and clearly the life of the partyâeverything youâre not. and now, as you lay there, unable to sleep, you canât help but wonder what it would be like to be more like him, to not care so much about⌠everything.Â
after what feels like an eternity of tossing, turning, and suffering through the relentless noise, the party finally seems to quiet down. the music fades, the laughter dies out, and suddenly, itâs blissfully silent. you figure jake must have kicked everyone out and gone to bed, and a relieved smile spreads across your face as you snuggle deeper into your blanket, ready to finally get some sleep. but just as your eyes start to close, you hear itâa soft, feminine giggle coming from the other side of the wall. your eyes shoot open, heart sinking as you realize that jakeâs bedroom is right beside yours, and every sound from his room travels straight to your ears.
it takes a second for you to realize what the sound youâre hearing exactly is. but when you realize, a wave of embarrassment flushes over you. you can hear him having sex.Â
your heart stands to pound as you recognize jakeâs voice, groaning and muttering dirty phrases. you feel a twinge of guilt as you realize you start focusing solely on jakeâs voice, but the curiosity and growing arousal youâre feeling is too strong to ignore. you wanted to know what a confident, good looking guy like jake sounded like in bed.Â
the woman heâs with is vocal, ehr moans and gasps filling the silence between jakeâs grunts. you wonder if heâs fingering her or if he has his mouth wrapped around her core. your imagination is running wild as you try too imagine the scene that is unfolding right on the other side of this wall.Â
as you listen, your breathing quickens, and you find yourself reaching down to touch your breast, your finger dragging along your nipple over top of your shirt. itâs been a while since youâve been touchedâ the last time was in your last year of high school. when college started you became too focused on your studies and your shyness only grew more and more the more you studied alone.Â
bumping into jake in the hall a few weeks ago has been the only contact youâve had with a man since you started college two years ago. you tried not to think about how long itâs been.Â
you begin to pluck your puckered and sensitive nipples. itâs even been awhile since youâve had the chance to touch yourselfâ to make yourself feel good.Â
the womanâs moans become more urgent and muffled, and then you hear jakeâs voice so clearly filled with desire, âsuck it baby. take it all in your mouth.âÂ
you bite your lip, imagining jake saying those words to you. your hand moves lower, sliding beneath the elastic waistband of your pajama bottoms. your fingers find your clit, and you begin to rub slow, firm circles as you listen to the sounds of the blowjob taking place next door.Â
âfuck, thatâs it.â jake groans, and you can faintly hear the wet sounds of the woman obeying his command. âyou love sucking my cock, donât you? taking it deep down your throat.âÂ
your fingers move faster as you picture jake's thick, hardened cock sliding in and out of the woman's mouth. you imagine his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucks him eagerly. your other hand moves to pinch your nipple, rolling it between your fingers as you continue to rub your clit. you wish he could be doing this to you.Â
the sounds of the blowjob continue, and you can't help but wonder if the woman is looking up at jake with lust-filled eyes, her face flushed and lips wrapped around his shaft. you want to be her, to feel jake's cock filling your mouth, tasting him on your tongue.
"i'm gonna cum," jake warns, his voice tight with anticipation. "fuck, keep sucking. swallow it all."
your breathing is ragged now, your body tensing as you approach your own climax. you can almost feel jake's cock throbbing in your mouth, his hot cum shooting down your throat as the woman next door obediently swallows his load.
"fuck, yeah," jake groans, and you hear the satisfied whimpers of the woman. "that was fucking amazing, baby."
you bite your lip, your fingers working furiously over your sensitive clit as you listen to their post-orgasmic bliss. you're so close to your own release, your body aching for it.
"now, I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock," jake says, his voice laced with desire again. "ride me, baby. let me watch that perfect ass bounce on my dick."
you imagine jake lying on his bed, his cock hard and ready as the woman straddles him. you try to picture yourself doing it to him, both of your thighs wrapped around his hips as you lower yourself onto his cockâ but you know youâd be too shy for it. you know jake wouldnât think youâre sexy like the woman heâs fucking right now is.Â
the woman gasps as she takes him inside her, and you can almost hear the wet sounds of their bodies joining. you can almost feel the tightness of your own pussy as you imagine jake's thick cock stretching her, filling her up.
"oh god, you feel so good," the woman moans, riding jake's cock. "i want to feel you so deep inside me."
you close your eyes, your body rocking gently as you bring yourself closer to climax. your breath comes in short gasps, and your fingers move faster, needing that release.
jake's hands grip the woman's hips, guiding her movements as she rides him. "that's it, baby," he grunts. "ride my cock. show me how much you want it.âÂ
you can hear the slap of their bodies meeting, the woman's moans growing louder as she nears her climax. you want to be in her place, feeling jake's powerful thrusts deep within you, his hands gripping your hips possessively.
"hh, I'm close," the woman whimpers. "i'm gonna cum, jake. fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard on your cock."
"cum for me, baby," Jake encourages, his voice hoarse with his own rising desire. "let me feel that tight pussy clench around my dick."
you can't hold back any longer. as the woman cries out in ecstasy, your own orgasm washes over you. your body shakes with the intensity of it, your fingers never slowing as you ride out the waves of pleasure. you bite your lip to muffle your moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but the sensation is too overwhelming.
in the aftermath of your orgasm, you lay panting, your body sated and relaxed. you hear jake and the woman next door in a similar state, their breathing heavy and satisfied. you feel a twinge of guilt for eavesdropping, but your mind is still too hazy from the strong orgasm you just gave yourself.Â
soon, exhaustion finally wins your body over. you can't keep your eyes open any longer, and as you drift off to sleep, your mind wanders one last time to thoughts of jake. you wonder about the type of women heâs intoâ what type of sex heâs into. you feel like you have an idea of what he likes.Â
with those thoughts lingering in your mind, you let the weight of sleep pull you under, hoping for a quieter night tomorrow after studying all day.
when you wake up, you decide that you need to go out and grab a coffee before diving into your studying. as you step out of your apartment and into the hallway, the memory of what happened last night lingers in your mind.Â
just as youâre about to turn and head down the stairs, you see a woman emerging from jakeâs apartment. sheâs hugging him goodbye, and your breath catches in your throat. heâs shirtless, his toned body on full display, and he looks undeniably hot. the girl heâs with is stunningâshe has long, glossy black hair cascading down her back, sharp, perfectly defined features, and so confident. sheâs the epitome of the type of girl you imagine jake would find irresistibleâso different from you in every way.
âbye jake, see you around,â she says, her voice smooth and warm as she wraps him in a final hug.
âbye, yasmin.â jake replies, his gaze lingering on her as she turns and walks away.
jake turns and starts to head back into his apartment, but he notices you standing there (not in your pink pajamas), and a smile grows on his face, âoh, hey y/n!âÂ
âhi,â you manage to squeak out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you give a meek response. you quickly turn and head down the stairs, cursing yourself for being so awkward. you hear jakeâs soft chuckle behind you, followed by the sound of his door closing. with every step you take, you wish you could be more like the kind of girls jake likesâconfident, attractive, and effortlessly cool. the thought weighs heavily on you as you practically run down the stairs, eager to escape the awkward encounter.
the next weekend, the familiar sounds of jakeâs party start filtering through your walls again. today had been especially rough at school, and youâre on edge, feeling the frustration build up inside you. all you wanted was a good night's sleep.Â
unable to take it any longer, you grab your resolve and walk over to jakeâs apartment door, your pink pajama set feeling like the least of your worries.
you knock firmly, not caring that youâre in your sleepwear with your hair braided messily. when jake opens the door, heâs holding a red solo cup, and you canât help but notice how his black button-down shirt is partially open, revealing his tan, muscular chest.
âhey, yn,â he greets, his voice slightly slurred but still cheerful. âsorry, am i being too loud?â
he takes in your disheveled appearanceâsleepy eyes, braided hair, and an annoyed frownâand chuckles softly. youâre too irritated to care about his easy going demeanor.
âyes, actually,â you say sharply. âyou keep me up with your loudness every weekend. i have school work and studying to do, you know.â
jakeâs smile fades a bit as he registers your frustration. despite being drunk, he seems to sense your genuine annoyance. âiâm so sorry,â he says, his voice more earnest now. âiâll keep it down. i know a pretty girl like you who needs her beauty sleep.â
you blink, momentarily taken aback by his comment, and manage a quiet, âuh, ok, thanks.â
he gives you a reassuring nod. âhave a good night,â he says before closing the door.
you turn and walk back to your apartment in a daze, trying to process what just happened. his words replay in your mind as you notice the noise level dropping. finally, you manage to settle into your bed, exhausted but relieved, and drift off to sleep, feeling a mix of confusion and unexpected relief.
after your conversation with jake, the music in his apartment hasnât been as loud. though the sounds of laughter and chatter still seep through the walls, the thumping bass is more bearable now. at least heâs trying to make it better for you.Â
you head down to the mailboxes on the first floor, wanting to see if your best friend has sent you any more postcards from her vacation.Â
as youâre sifting through the usual bills and flyers, you hear footsteps approaching. when you look up, itâs jake. he has his mailbox key swinging around his index finger as he walks up beside you, unlocking his own mailbox.Â
âhey, yn,â he greets you, his voice confident and casual.
âhi,â you mumble, your eyes glued to the pile of mail in your hands. you can feel the heat creeping up your neck, and no matter how hard you try, you just canât bring yourself to meet his gaze.
you fumble with your letters, hoping he doesnât notice the way your hands shake slightly. but of course, he does, and you catch the slight curve of his lips as he finds your shyness amusing.
âhowâs school going?âÂ
âgood,â you reply quickly, still avoiding his eyes. you shuffle your feet, desperate to end the encounter before you embarrass yourself any further.
âwell, see you around,â jake says, his tone light and friendly.
you manage a quick nod before you scurry off, your heart pounding in your chest. as soon as youâre back in your apartment, you let out a groan. embarrassed, yet again, in front of jake.
a few days later, youâre returning home after a long day of classes when you spot maia and jake outside of his apartment. heâs leaning against the open door frame as he talks to your neighbour.Â
hey, yn!â maia calls out cheerfully. âwe were just talking about you!â
you approach them hesitantly, feeling a bit out of place. âoh, really?â you ask, trying to sound casual.
âyeah!â maia says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. âjakeâs throwing another party tomorrow night. you should totally come!â
you start to shake your head, the word ânoâ already forming on your lips, but then jake jumps in, his voice a mix of earnestness and charm. âplease come, yn. i want to hang out with my neighbour!â
maia nods enthusiastically, both of them looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
you sigh, feeling cornered. âokay, fine, iâll come,â you agree, though a part of you canât believe you just said that.
âyes!â maia cheers, and jake flashes you a triumphant grin.
as you walk back to your apartment, you canât help but sigh again, wondering what youâve just gotten yourself into.
you stand in front of your mirror, smoothing down the dress for what feels like the thousandth time. itâs a simple dress, nothing too flashy, but you still feel self conscious. youâre not even sure why you put it onâ maybe to prove something to yourself, maybe because deep down, youâre tired of feeling like the odd one out. or maybe it's because of jake.Â
no, itâs definitely because of jake.Â
when you hear the unfortunately familiar thump of music vibrating through the walls again, you figure its time to go over to the party.Â
with a deep breath, you knock on the door.Â
it only takes a moment before the door swings open and jake stands there, with that same confident smirk he always seems to have. his eyes widen slightly as they take in your dress, the curve of your waist, the way it hugs your figure. itâs subtle, but you notice, and you feel your cheeks heat up.
âwhat?â you ask him, trying to sound annoyed.Â
ânothing,â jake says, his smirk widening. âjust surprised youâre not in your pink pajamas again.â
you canât help but laugh, rolling your eyes. âhey!â
âiâm kidding,â he chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. âthough you do look cute in them.â
his words catch you off guard, and you feel a mix of embarrassment and something else. you just smile, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
before you can say anything else, you hear maiaâs voice calling your name from inside. âyn! come sit with us!â
you glance past jake and see maia waving you over, surrounded by a small group of people on the couch. jake steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. with a nervous smile, you step inside, immediately hit by the scent of cologne and weed, the sounds of laughter and music filling the room.
maia pats the spot next to her on the couch, and you gratefully sink into the seat, trying to push down the anxiety bubbling in your chest. jake follows, taking a chair directly across from you, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary. you can feel his gaze, the weight of it making you squirm slightly in your seat.
everyone around you is seemingly at ease except for you. they are all drinking and laughing, having fun. but all you can focus on is jake and the way his eyes never seem to leave you. it sends a thrill down you to know that heâs actually noticing you. but you try to ignore it, pushing down the anxiety and focus on anything but the boy sitting across from you.Â
âhey! letâs play truth or dare!â maiaâs laughter fills your ears at her suggestion. a few people immediately cheer in agreement.Â
you feel a knot tighten in your stomach at the suggestion. youâve never played it before, but youâve heard itâs a thing at parties. youâve never even really been to a party before.Â
maia nudges you with her elbow, âcome on, y/n!â she already senses your hesitation, âitâll be fun!âÂ
"yeah, join us," jakeâs voice adds from across the room, and your eyes dart to him. heâs watching you, his gaze steady and, for some reason, that only makes you more nervous. he looks so confident, like he belongs in this kind of setting, while you feel like an outsider.
you nod slowly, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice trembling. a few people shift around, creating a loose circle, and you find yourself sitting between maia and a guy you vaguely recognize from the hallway when jake was moving in.Â
the game starts and you hope no one picks you since they arenât familiar with you.Â
you learn that the boy next to you is named jay and heâs pretty carefree and outgoing like the rest of them. when itâs his turn to choose, he goes with dark, which makes him take a shot of something suspiciously strong. he does it without flinching and the rest of the group cheers him on.Â
maia gets dared to kiss the girl beside her. the reaction from the rest of the group as they watched them kiss had even you laughing.Â
then itâs maiaâs turn to ask, and she eyes jake with a playful smirk, âjake, truth or dare.âÂ
âtruth,â jake replies, leaning back in his chair, completely at ease.
without hesitation she asks, âwhatâs your favourite place to have sex?âÂ
jake smirks, his eyes sweeping over the group before they land on you, âthe shower.â his voice comes out smooth.Â
maia scoffs, âreally? the shower?âÂ
âand whatâs wrong with the shower?â jakeâs eyes are interrogating her from across the coffee table.Â
âwell itâs small, uncomfortable, slipperyâ you just canât get a proper position.âÂ
jake leans back in his seat, his eyes as amused as the smirk on his lips is. âbut itâs hot, and intimate, and feeling the water against my skin as we fuck turns me on more.âÂ
thereâs a few chuckles around the small group at his answer, but maia still only rolls her eyes at jake, not agreeing with his answer at all. she turns to face you.Â
ây/n do you think the shower is a good place to have sex in? i mean is it good enough to be your favourite?âÂ
you feel heat rush straight to your cheeks as she calls you. the unfamiliar faces in the group all turn to look at you, including jake.Â
you gulp before answering her, âi mean, iâve never had sex in the shower before, but i guess it sounds tempting.âÂ
at your answer, jake smirks and leans in closer, the space between you shrinking as he leans over the coffee table, âtemping enough to try?â he asks you, teasingly. thereâs a challenge in his tone and it sends your mind racing, thinking of the night you heard him with your shared bedroom wall, thinking of what heâd look like with water droplets trailing down his skin.Â
âokay okay! someone else goâ alice how about you? truth or dare?â maia cuts off the intense eye contact between you and jake, probably noticing how you were suddenly struggling to breathe.Â
jake leans back when alice answers with dare, a playful glint is still in his eyes. you realize that maybe the line between fantasy and reality with jake isnât as strict as you thought.
youâre lounging in your apartment, your textbooks pushed away for the day, when a knock on your door jolts you out of your thoughts. you get up, not expecting anyone in particular, and open the door. your breath catches in your throat when you see jake standing there, in nothing but a towel. water droplets glistening on his skin.
your mind suddenly feels scrambled.Â
âsorry to bother you, y/n,â he says, his voice smooth as silk. âbut iâve got no hot water in my apartment. could i finish showering here?â the way he says it makes it sound so casual.
âuh, yeah, sure, come in,â you manage to stammer, stepping aside as he slips past you, you force your eyes to stay looking at the ground.Â
you lead him to your bathroom, trying to not focus on the fact that heâs only in a towel.Â
he stands in your bathroom, looking around at it, curiously. he smiles to himself as he examines the way youâve decorated it, cute.Â
âok, i think iâve got it from here, y/n.â he says to you, trying not to laugh at the way heâs caught you staring at his body.Â
âoh, right! sorry, yeah, iâll be out here when youâre done!â you stutter and scramble to close the bathroom door, hearing his chuckle behind it. you cringe at yourself as you walk away from the bathroom door, hearing the water from the shower start.Â
you sit back on your couch, trying not to imagine your hot neighbour naked in your shower.Â
when you finally distract yourself by focusing on your phone, you hear the bathroom door open, the water stopped.Â
âuh, y/n?â jakeâs voice calls out to you.Â
âyeah?âÂ
âcan you come look at the shower? i think your hot water is broken too.âÂ
âwhat?â you groan out as you stand, âno!âÂ
you enter the doorway of the bathroom, jakeâs towel is even looser around his hips, his full lower abdomen on display, water droplets disappear underneath the towel.Â
âi was just using it and it was hot for a second and then it turned cold.â jake explains and steps aside, letting you walk past him so you could see for yourself.Â
your hand reaches out and turns on the knob, instantly feeling hot water against your hand. your eyebrows furrowed together as you stand straight, âitâs hot now, thatâs weird.â you turn to look at jake, whoâs leaned against the counter, a smirk on his face as he obviously feigns confusion.Â
âoh really? it turned ice cold on me, maybe you fixed it for me.â jake nods, staring straight at you.Â
âyeah, maybe.â you try to sound confident, ignoring how small the bathroom finally felt and how inviting jakeâs bare core looked.Â
jake turns his attention to your shower, âso, youâve never had shower sex before?âÂ
instantly your cheeks heat up and you try to act like you arenât freaking out inside.Â
âum, no, never.âÂ
âbut youâve thought about it right?â jake encourages you to speak, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth. you can feel his eyes scanning you, eating you up and undressing you.Â
âum, i mean, uh,â you stuttered out, not being able to look at him.Â
âyouâve never thought about me? in the shower?âÂ
your eyes jolt up to look at him, shockedâ itâs like heâs read your mind. itâs like he knows everything youâve ever thought about him. he reads you so well.Â
you open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. youâre full of embarrassment and shock and lust.Â
âyou know our bedroomâs share a wall right y/n?ââ jake continues, stepping forward, his basically naked body so close to yours. you try to not look directly at his muscular, wet chest, but itâs hard when heâs standing right in front of you.Â
âyes.âÂ
âso you can hear me right?âÂ
your eyes feel like theyâre going to pop out of your head, but you nod reluctantly. god, your neighbour is going to think youâre a freak.Â
âwell that means i can hear you.âÂ
your mouth goes dry at his statement, realizing that heâs heard you moan his name as you touch yourself late night. heâs heard you shrivel in your bed from the pleasure of your hands, wishing it was your neighbours instead of yours.Â
god how could you be so careless?Â
jake suddenly laughs, making you glance up at his face finally having enough courage. âdonât look so worried, y/n. you donât think i liked listening to you moan? listening to you beg for me to make you cum?âÂ
you groan, your hands covering your face out of pure embarrassment.Â
jakeâs hands grab your wrists, pulling them away from your face so he can look at you. his face is so calm and amused. his body even closer to yours, his hands warm on your cold wrists.Â
âi think youâre hot, y/n. and i want to make you feel good.âÂ
you can tell his confession is serious and it makes you feel like youâre dreaming.Â
âwill you let me?âÂ
âyes.â you finally manage to get out, your chest heaving as you breathe heavily.Â
you watch him let go of your wrists and lean over you to turn the shower back on, the sound of the water hitting the marble floor of it fills your ears.Â
âgonna let me show you why shower sex is my favourite?â jake teases, and you canât help the small smile form on your face. which then drops instantly as he drops his towel on the floor, letting it pool between both of your feet. your eyes relish in the newly exposed skin, his cock already semi-hard and prominent. the veinâs on his cock are protruding and it makes you want to lick them one by one.Â
jake, now completely naked, steps closer to you, his hands grabbing the bottom of your pyjama shirt and so slowly, lifts it up your body and above your head, leaving your chest bare for him to see. he groans as he stares at your tits, your nipples hard already from the cool bathroom air.Â
his fingers play against the hem of your pants, âcan i continue?â he asks, wanting your full consent.Â
âyes, please, jake.â
he smiles at your politeness and pulls down your sweatpants at the same time as your panties, leaving you completely bare as you step out of them. jake takes a step back and takes in your body, bare for only him to see, âgod youâre beautiful.âÂ
you try not to blush at his compliment, you think that surely heâs seen prettier girls than you, but right now, with the way heâs looking at you like heâs going to devour you, you try to push those thoughts out of your head.
jake guides you into the shower, following after you. the water is warm against your skin, wetting both your bodies together.Â
jake lets you stand under the water, putting water on your hair and wetting it. you smile at him as he is gentle with you, making sure youâre completely wet like him. his thumbs brush against your cheek bones, he stares at you with a soft smile on his face that matches yours.Â
one of his thumbs travels down to your bottom lip, playing with it and wetting it with your saliva. you let him easily slip his thumb into your mouth, your lips encircling it and sucking on it. your tongue gently traces it, teasing him. his own bottom lip is in between his teeth again, suppressing a moan at the feeling of you sucking on his finger.Â
jake pulls his thumb out of your mouth and instead replaces it with his lips pressed against yours. he canât take it anymore and neither can you.Â
the first kiss is slow, but needy, your wet bodies pushed togther as the water cascades over your body. his lips feel better than you ever imagined. he tastes like mint and feels like heaven.Â
it doesnât take long for the kiss to become more heated. jakeâs hands get braver as they travel from your jaw to your hips, they keep your body close to his.Â
his lips start to travel across your jaw, pressing quick kisses into it before making his way down to your neck where he begins to suck and nipple on the sensitive skin.Â
âjakeâŚâ is all you can say as he finds your sweet spot and sucks, the thought of him leaving a mark doesnât disturb you. you want to be marked by jake. you want the reminder of him on you once tonight is over and you probably never see him againâ let alone feel him again.
he presses you against the tiled wall, his body trapping you there. his hands cup your breasts, massaging them, tweaking your nipples, letting you whine out in pleasure into the bathroom.Â
"you like that, don't you, baby?" he whispers against your lips. "you like it when I touch you like this."
you can only nod, your body on fire. youâve thought about this so many times. you can feel his now hard cock press against your upper thigh.Â
jake lowers himself, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, over your collarbones, until he reaches your breasts again. he takes his time, worshipping your body, his hands gripping your hips as he kisses and sucks your sensitive flesh.
you wonder if he takes his time like this with every girl he hooks up with, lets them melt into him. youâve heard him fuck countless of girls through your shared bedroom wall and you never imagined he was this attentive with them.Â
"i want to feel your pussy," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "let me touch you, feel how wet you are for me."
he slides a hand between your thighs, his fingers finding your core. you're already soaked, it doesnât surprise you or him, and you gasp as he strokes your sensitive folds.
"so wet," he growls, his voice full of satisfaction. "you're ready for me, aren't you?"
you nod, your eyes closed, as he slips a finger inside you, beginning a slow, rhythmic motion.
"open your eyes, baby," he commands. "look at me while i finger-fuck this tight pussy."
you obey, your eyes locking with his as he adds another finger, stretching you, filling you with pleasure. he works you expertly, his thumb circling your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. he keeps his eyes locked with yours and you suddenly find it hard to even stand up anymore. your knees feel weak as he fucks his fingers into you.Â
you havenât been touched by someone other than yourself in so long that even the different stretch of his fingers make you whine out. you shrivel against the wet wall of the shower behind you.Â
the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into you mix with your cries that echo through your bathroom that are covered by the sound of the showerâs water. your hand reaches down and hold onto his shoulder for support. you try to obey him and keep your eyes open and focused on him, but the pleasure is getting to be too much too soon.Â
then, jake wraps his lips around your clit and you know that youâre a goner. his lips suck your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it quickly. you cry out loudly, feeling the pressure form in your stomach quicklyâ needing release.Â
"jake, i'm... i'm gonna..." you pant, your breath coming in short gasps.
"cum for me, baby," he urges, his fingers working faster. "let me feel your pussy clench around my fingers."
his words push you over the edge, and you cry out, your orgasm ripping through your body. your vision goes blurry as your body shakes against the shower wall. his fingers donât stop fucking into you until your cries die down and your body relaxes against the wall.Â
jake pulls his fingers out of you and immediately pops them into his mouth, sucking around them.Â
âoh my god!â you exclaim in surprise as he groans around his fingers, enjoying the taste of youâ wanting to taste even more of you.Â
âwhat? you taste good.â jake shrugs at you and stands up fully again, his hands resting on your hips. before you can answer his lips press into yours, you allow his tongue to enter your mouth so easily. you let yourself taste your juices off of his tongue and lips, moaning at the obscenity of it.Â
âyou gonna let me fuck you now?â jake asks you, a soft smirk on his lips.Â
âplease,âÂ
jake wraps his arms under your thighs, lifting you up so neither of your feet are touching the ground and instead are wrapped around his waist, securely.Â
he takes his time with you again once youâre in position. his lips find yours, pressing into yours so slowly and softly. but neither of you can ignore the way his hard cock is pressing into your wet pussyâ open and on display just for him.Â
suddenly, with one smooth thrust, jake pushes his cock into you. it feels you so suddenly and perfectly that it has you gasping out and taking your breath away.Â
"oh, fuck," he groans, his eyes rolling back slightly. "you're so tight, so hot around my dick."
he begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. the water cascades over your bodies, adding to the sensuality of the moment. you meet his thrusts, wrapping your legs tighter around him, urging him deeper. needing him deeper.Â
jake stills his hips and watches you bounce up and down on his cock while he holds you up in the air. âoh my fucking god,â he groans out, watching how needy you are for his cock.Â
you use his shoulders as leverage, allowing your body to fully move up and down his cockâ the tip hitting your g spot every single time he enters you fully. he fills you right to the brim. your nails dig into his shoulder, the pleasure so much so quick yet again for you. youâre almost disappointed in yourself.Â
"that's it, ride me, baby," he encourages, his hands gripping your thighs. "take all of me."
you're lost in a haze of pleasure, the hot water and jake's voice in your ear drive you wild. your pussy feels like itâs on the edge of cumming, but you tell yourself to hold it. you need this moment with jake to last longer.
your hips start to stutter and both you and jake know that youâre getting tired even though you donât want to stop. but, jake takes over for you.Â
he grips your hips harder and holds you still up against the shower wall as his cock starts to drill into you.Â
âoh fuck!â you cry out, clenching your teeth together as he pounds up into you.Â
you can hear the squelching of your pussy as he moves in and out of you. the sound of his wet thighs hitting yours with the shower water mixed between. his thumbs are drilling into your hips but you donât careâ you can only focus on the way heâs drilling into you at a rough, quick pace.Â
your neighbour fucks just as good as you thought he would.Â
jake suddenly stops, both of your chests heaving. your slightly glad he stopped, you were feeling too close to the edge for your liking. he sets you down on your feet and gives you only one command, âturn around.âÂ
you do as he says and press the palms of your hands against the shower wall. you feel jakeâs hands slide down your body, resting on your hips before a harsh slap hits your ass, making you jolt forward in shock.Â
âfuck i love your assâ always so perky and teasing me in the halls.â jake grunts out, his hand soothing over the wet, red skin of your ass. âwanted to fuck you as soon as i saw it, fuck.âÂ
his grunted confession makes you whimper out, your pussy clenching around nothingâ needing jakeâs cock back inside of you. you hear jake chuckle deeply behind you, almost completely covered from the sound of the water, but sure enough you feel the tip of his cock enter your folds. he teases you, rubbing it up and down, collecting more of your juices before sliding back into you at once.Â
your jaw drops open against the shower wall. you donât think you could ever get use to the feeling of him so deeply inside of you.Â
jake starts to fuck you again, going at a slow, rough pace. everytime he slides back into you its hard- making your body jolt against the shower wall in front of you. you can feel every vein of his cock sliding in and out against your pussy walls. you feel almost drunk on jakeâs cock.Â
âoh my god i could fuck this pussy forever,â jake grunts out behind you, âfeels so fucking perfect.âÂ
âi-i know,â you answer him, feeling the same way as his cock fills you.Â
âfuck, câmere,â jake says and before you can move, heâs moving you for you. he grabs your body off the wall and pressing you close to himâ your back right against his chest with his cock still lodged inside of you.Â
his voice is in your ear as he sinks his hand down across your body and in between your legs, his fingers finding your enlarged clit so easily. your cry out at the touch, your head resting on his shoulder. his other arm wraps completely across your neck, holding you against him, subtly taking away your oxygen.Â
jake starts to pound up into you harshly again, his hips not stopping as he fills you over and over again. his tip feeling like itâs bruising your cervix. his fingers massage rough circles into your clit.Â
âjust like that jake! just like that!â you cry out the best you can, his arm still choking you. the lack of oxygen to your head makes the pleasure feel 100 times better. âplease donât stop!âÂ
jake groans and grunts into your ear as he fucks you, and you think that this is the best position to be in. every fiber of your body feels like itâs on fire as jake pleasures you completely. your pussy is clenching so hard around his cock that itâs driving both of you crazy.Â
"i'm close," he grunts, his jaw clenched with effort. "gonna fill that sweet pussy with my cum."
his words send you spiraling towards another climax. you tighten around him, your nails digging into his arm as you ride the wave of pleasure.
"cum with me, baby," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire.
your orgasm crashes over you, and you cry out his name, your body convulsing around his cock. jake follows, his thrusts becoming erratic as he empties himself deep within you. the feeling of his warm cum inside of you makes you moan outâ youâve thought about his cum inside of you so many times.Â
jake lets go of you as he slides his cock slowly out of your sensitive pussy, and you start to lean into the shower wall to be able to stand up, but jake catches you again. he chuckles to himself, finding it amusing how weak and fucked out you are.Â
he still stands behind you, and presses a soft kiss into your temple, âletâs get you cleaned up.âÂ
jakeâs hands move over you with a softness thatâs almost surprising, like heâs trying to memorize every inch of you. his touch is gentle, reverent, as he reaches for the soap, lathering his hands before he begins to wash you, starting with your shoulders and working his way down, slow and careful. his fingers glide over your skin, soothing and patient.Â
âjust relax,â he murmurs, voice low and tender, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as his hands move over your arms, washing away the lather in smooth strokes. heâs so close, his warmth mixing with the heat of the water, and you can feel his breath ghosting along your skin as he leans in, pressing another gentle kiss to your cheek.
he moves with a rhythm that feels natural, like he knows exactly what you need. his hands move lower, taking their time, massaging every knot of tension out of you with a patient, unhurried calm. itâs intimate in a way you hadnât anticipated, and you close your eyes, letting yourself lean into him as he tends to you.
âyouâre beautiful, you know that?â he whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead. his hands slide up to your shoulders again, moving slowly up to your neck, fingers gliding through your hair, working the shampoo through your scalp with careful, almost delicate movements.Â
you canât help but wonder if he says that to every woman as he washes their body and hair for them. youâve never been in this situation before, and you wonder if he has since this almost seems like a natural setting for him. jakeâs so handsome and outgoing, youâre sure he has. youâre sure his words have no real meaning behind himâ just a dialogue that he says to everyone after heâs fucked them.Â
when he tilts your head back to rinse, his touch is steady, supportive, and he keeps one hand cradling your head as the water flows over you. his other hand moves to your back, tracing small circles as he presses a kiss to the side of your face, his lips lingering there for a long moment.
it feels so intimate, so caring and natural. like youâre meant to be with jake in this moment. you arenât sure how youâre supposed to just live beside him after this.Â
âi could stay like this forever,â he murmurs, his voice a quiet confession, and it sends a warmth through you that goes deeper than just the heat of the water. as he rinses the last of the suds away, he trails soft, lingering kisses along your shoulder, your collarbone, his hands gentle and sure as he holds you close.Â
you donât know what to think of his words. does he mean to be in this showerâ or be with you forever?
jake turns off the shower, and thereâs a quiet that settles over you both as the water stops. he steps out first, grabbing a towel and gently wrapping it around you, taking his time to dry you off. his hands are gentle, moving over your arms, your back, as he dabs the last traces of water from your skin.
you notice how slow and gentle heâs going with youâ you push the thought away of him going so slow because he wants to be with you longer.Â
he reaches for your pajamas, and you let him guide your arms into the sleeves. he slides the fabric over your shoulders, his touch lingering just a second longer each time. once youâre dressed, he grabs another towel, his fingers combing through your hair with a softness that makes you feel cared for in a way that feels almost foreign. he dries each strand with careful strokes, brushing your hair out until itâs smooth and soft.
you wonder how he knows to brush your hair like this.Â
âall done,â he murmurs, his voice warm, and he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, pulling you close for a moment. you both move to the bed, and as you settle under the covers, jakeâs still wearing just his towel, water glistening on his shoulders in the dim light.Â
he stands beside your bed, a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you with your head placed right in the middle of your pillow. he thinks you look like an angel this way.Â
âstay with me tonight?â you ask, the words slipping out before you can think twice.
âsure, baby.âÂ
jake slips under the blanket beside you easily, resting his head on the pillow and draping his warm arm over your body. he nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple for the last time.Â
with his arm around you, the steady beat of his heart next to yours, everything feels so calm, like the world has shrunk down to just this, just him. the thought scares you, but sleep takes over your mind completely.Â
you fall asleep to the warmth of his touch, his arm holding you close, feeling safe for the first time.
you wake up to an empty bed, and you donât need to look to know that jake isnât there. you lay there for a moment, still tangled in the sheets, listening for any sound that might mean heâs somewhere in your apartmentâa faint shuffle in the kitchen, the hum of the shower. but itâs silent, and somehow, you already knew it would be. you almost laugh at yourself, at the small part of you that still thought he might stay,
itâs almost funny, in a painful kind of way, how you let yourself believe, even for a night, that he could be different. you knew from the beginning he wasnât the type to stick around, knew your neighbor was all charm and smiles. heâs never been into relationships, never been one to stay. just a one-night thing, nothing but something physical, no strings, no promises.
why would it be different with you?Â
you finally sit up, feeling the soreness in your body, a leftover reminder of last night. your hairâs a mess, sticking in odd directions, and you push it back, your fingers tangling in the strands. a sigh slips out, unbidden, as you turn your head, your eyes settling on the wallâthe wall that separates your apartment from his. itâs strange, how close he is, right there, on the other side, maybe still asleep or already gone about his morning.
close, yet so distant. so far.
you stare at that wall, at the invisible line between you, and for a moment, you let yourself think about how easy it would be to knock on his door, to say something, anything. but you know it wouldnât matter. because last night was just a blip to him, something that meant nothing beyond the moment.
but for you, it left more than just temporary bruises on your neck and hips.Â
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JUNOâ๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪
logan howlett x young fem!reader.
cw: slightly nsfw, reader is 25.
a/n: this is very rushed but short n sweet is on repeat and juno has been on my mind nonstop. can't wait to see her on tour next month! <3
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Logan wasn't stupid, he saw the stars in your eyes when you looked at him. You were yearning for him in every way possible, but Logan knew better than to corrupt a sweet girl like you. Yet, he didn't want any of those little boys on campus to have you either. They could never treat you right.
It was torture of Logan; but he had to keeping a gap between you. Never giving you the chance to pounce on him.
That was until spring break came.
Everyone in the mansion had returned home for the two-week break. Only a handful of people stayed, including Logan and yourself. He watched out his window at you in your tiny skirts out in the garden. Logan could deny the aching desire deep within himself but you knew that he was craving your touch.
You weren't one to shy away from your feelings; instead, you made them known.
"Gotta sec, Logan?" You asked, cornering him in the kitchen one morning.
When he turned around Logan feared a groan might slip past his lips. The last thing he expected was to see you in a cute baby blue slip nightgown. He was convinced you were sent as karma for all his past damages.
"No." He grunted, moving past you quickly and into the hallway.
"C'mon, Lo.." You whimper behind him, following him like a lost puppy. "I know you're avoiding me."
"Aren't you observant?" His voice leaked with sarcasm.
Logan reached his room, about to slam the door in your face and deal with some personal issues. Your hand slams against the large wooden door, keeping it open enough to slip past.
"You aren't welcome in here, sweetheart."
Logan pulled a cigar from his pocket and sat in one of the chairs in his room. That didn't stop you from standing in front of him, demanding answers. A shiver rushed through you when the smoke tickled your tummy.
"Why are you being so cruel to me?" You ask as sweetly as you can sound.
Logan took one look up at you and he immediately regretted it when he saw your little pouty face and wide eyes. He refused to answer you, instead staring at the floor and waiting for you to leave.
"I want you." You whined. He felt like you just stabbed him in the chest. "I know you want me too, Lo."
"Don't do this to me, sweets-" His words fall short when you sit on his lap.
"I'll be good for you."
Now you were being the cruel one; moving against him with lustful eyes.
"Just want you to adore me..." You purr against him, taking hold of his two giant palms against his sides. "Want you to hold me, to explore me..."
Logan was at your mercy. Your soft moans are making it hard for him to resist you anymore. His hands finally moving under the night gown to squeeze your flesh. You leave a trail of kisses up his neck; pausing by his ear.
"Mark your territory."
Logan groaned loudly, pushing your hips to his with force.
"Let me be your only, Logan."
Logan smashed his lips into yours, swallowing your pretty moans. He didn't care if it made him any worse of a person. He just needed you; and boy, were you gonna get more than just some butterflies from Logan.
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HIS FAVOURITE Wâ STUDENT !
a/n: dilly / @crysugu i am losing the pwp war i needed the lore to be in this HELP. anyway !!! professors bc i cannot stop my mind from spiralling while starting my university classes â im not entirely proud of this but eehhh âŚ.
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warnings: ultimately semi-public sex for all, unprotected sex, cumshot, standing doggy, brief oral (m receiving), brief f! masturbation, brief fingering (gojo), geto is a professor who is also a camboy, camgirl!reader, f! and m! masturbation, mentions of bad dragonâs cumtubes, brief fingering, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), pussy slapping, spitting (on yo pussy), pet names, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, tit play, fingering, implied f! masturbation (nanami), mentions of murder, stripper!reader, riding, degradation, calls you âslutâ and âwhoreâ, calls you âmamaâ once too, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, slight face-fucking (toji), n*sfw under the cut
âś GOJO
professor gojo was⌠an interesting teaching figure. he didnât have a set way of doing lectures or tutorials, nor was his feedback on assignments entirely coherent, but he was fun and unorthodox. he was also hot as fuck, as youâve heard from your friends, but you never really got the deal even after seeing his photo on the university website or from miles away entertaining some starstruck student. his classes were always left with no vacancies, too, only able to see what your friends meant after stepping foot first into the lecture.
you were a tad bit early, greeted with gojo sitting at the front with his legs propped up on the desk as he shot you a nonchalant greeting and you think maybe you shouldâve signed up for another lecture group, but then he speaks and the air is knocked out of your chest. professor gojo is charismatic when he teaches about art, design and media, captivating everyone with the stark white hair and blue eyes, but heâs clever with his glances because you arenât realising he stares at you more than anyone else.
arenât you in your second year? how did he not see you anywhere last year? why did you just sign up?Â
the smiles he gives you are sweeter than others, the words more sugar coated with lilts in his voice and youâre chastising yourself for not being any different from everyone else, soon turning into the girls who ask for extra tutoring sessions and sidling up to him on campus â at least youâd get the full experience.
âoh! sweetness, what are you doing here?â youâve managed to get gojo just as he leaves his office, standing outside for quite some time thinking if youâd really want to do this. several lecturers and professors have already walked past asking if you needed anything, but no matter how much you wanted to say professor gojoâs name, it always turned into something like waiting for a friend.
âohâ uhm, professor gojo, just wondering if the grade for that major project is really set in stone?â
gojo makes a show of thinking, but you know youâre asking for the devil himself when he replies yes with a stifled grin and youâre asking if the two week period of appealing works for the major youâre in.
âyou can submit other collaterals as an appeal but it might either boost your grade or bring it down,â the professor leans down with a sick smile on his face, because heâs had so many people outside just like this, nervous from his advances and yet not going through with what they thought they could do. but this time itâs you, the you who he imagined taking on his office desk or even in a lecture theatre for everyone to see, who wants the words to fall from your lips just so he could be your knight in shining armour.
âis there really no⌠other way to appeal?â you swallow when gojo switches the position and gets you in exactly where he wants you: your back facing his office, his face dangerously close to yours while his eyes slyly catching the way your thighs rub together.
gojo smirks to himself when you knock down yet another cup of stationery on his desk after âdiscussingâ ways you could improve your grades, nails making unsatisfactory noises on the wooden desk while he can hear your cunt gush around him, made obvious from the squelch of your hole and heâs muttering praises into your neck from behind.
âthis what you had in mind, baby?â just another girl in his roster, getting ruined just for a grade that wasnât even that bad. what you didnât know is that you were the only girl, getting professor gojo so hard in lectures and tutorial classes just from the sight of you that to finally have you â itâs a sweet reward. you shiver when his hand reaches to your front to rub at your clit and youâre grasping at nothing as moans leave your lips.
ây-yeah, professorââ gojo is filthy, lewd, lifting your leg to prop up on the desk just so he could get deeper in you, your pussy everything he imagined and more as he continues to fuck into you. youâre warmer than his hand, than some hookupâs mouth from the club, clenching around his cock so tightly his hips stutter.
âf-fuck, angel, tryna snap my dick off?â you let out an incredulous chuckle at that, hips moving back to meet his while the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fill the room. your juices are coating his length so well, too, that gojoâs eyes lock on your cunt that sucks him in over and over again, the spread of your pussy lips just amplifying his moans. the other spreads your cheeks and sighs at the translucent ring of cum at the base of his cock, hips fucking up to hit your sweet spot that youâre cumming with a shock down your spine â so hard, so deep, so intense that youâre jolting from the orgasm with whimpers of his name. gojo never truly is done with you after pulling out to cum on your ass, however, and you arenât either.
thereâs a thrill that runs through his veins when you back him up onto the sofa, a glimmer in your eyes that suggest youâre as intoxicated on him as he is on you, a sultry gaze taking over your shyness from earlier before heâs pushed onto the cushions.
âthank you for the meal, professor,â you giggle and gojo swears heâs reached his death when your mouth first closes around his still sensitive tip and he whines loudly, hearing your fingers fill your drooling cunt as your hand squeezes out leftover cum from before. a hand runs through your hair and your cockdrunk face is enough for him to see whiteâ
professor gojo thinks you look heavenly between his legs.
âś GETO
you sigh echoes throughout your dorm room, ending the stream and collecting your keep for the day as you grimace at the mess youâve made on your sheets. itâs not like it wasnât pleasurable, but on some days youâre wondering how long you truly need to serve gross men on the internet for it to be enough to pay off your university fees. sure, there were a few attractive people who commented and tipped you, but that was the extent of it. itâs not long before you can only think about cleaning up and taking a big fat nap, but a video in the sidebar catches your attention.
it seemed like a casual stream â no script or planned storyline apart from a heavily tattooed arm taking up half the screen, his pelvis just slightly off the thumbnail. he was faceless, too, filming rather from the chest down which was also inked, something that sends a chill to your core.
itâs only later when youâre slipping your dildo back into you as you watch this stranger pump his cock, guttural groans and slick noises filling your airpods that you realise the dragon wrapping around his arm looks awfully familiar. youâre so blissed out by pleasure, focusing on the needy moans that the man lets out before he cums with a grunt, so much cum leaking out from him. youâve reached your high too, but you have no time to admire the stranger because it seemed like he was in a hurry, but not before youâve caught a glimpse of his lip ring.
you know why he looked so familiar, now, standing in front of him in his office while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, something he doesnât do often. geto suguru doesnât wear his lip ring in lecturers either, and now you think you know why because they match the video youâve seen just last night. you arenât even entirely sure why you were called in, and you think maybe itâs because you âaccidentallyâ sent a friend request, but youâre taken aback when he asks you if youâve already selected a tutor to be your mentor throughout your major project.
âsurprised? i sent out the email a week ago, love.â you try not to let the name get to you, and the confession lingers at the tip of your tongue.
ây-yeah! i saw it, professor geto, justââ
everyone was no stranger to professor getoâs striking looks, always turning heads with his unconventional gauges and long hair that probably shouldâve landed him in a modelling agency in the first place. except, heâs opting instead to teach linguistics, a fitting major for him to talk of the history of language and its formation of it, even slipping in some latin and greek to show its origins but you can hardly listen when all you can focus on is the tight pull of his shirt around his body while his hair falls around his face and you think maybe it was a bad time to think if his hair falls out of his bun while he rails someone. you hope soon itâll be you, just so you can confirm it for yourself with no other reason involved (youâre a fucking liar).
geto clears his throat and you swallow and the flex of his forearms only distract you further, the dragon on his arm seemingly laughing at your torment as it moves along his skin â the other doesnât miss your dilemma, staring at you for your answer with a dark stare and enjoying the effect he had on you. your brain doesnât respond fast enough, though, and youâre blurting out the first thing as you watch the curve of his mouth turn in either distaste or satisfaction; you werenât sure.
âi saw you stream yesterdayââ and you slap a hand over your mouth, wanting to run immediately, but you didnât expect him to smile after a moment of recognition, making the connections to your account until his mouth falls open just a little.
âyouâre the little cutie who sent me a request last night, arenât ya?â
as he asks the question you hoped he wouldnât ask, you find thereâs nothing on your mind except maybe seeing his tattooed arms wrap around you â and you did. they looked so much better up close, leading from one thing to another in that stuffy office soon theyâre looking especially good with how heâs currently dragging the tip of his cock along your folds, collecting your slick as you hold onto his biceps after confessing sin after sin about you fromâ
âiâve jerked off to your videos.â a burn on your cheeks when geto sets you on his office table, palms leaving hot trails along your thighs and skin. he lets you play with his bulge, hands probably forming bruises on you from how you relieve the tension in his pants.
âthe way your cunt wraps around that dildo â makes me wish i was there fuckinâ your pussy instead.â a gasp and a moan when he preps you with both fingers as he sucks hickeys into your neck and plays with your tits, pinching your nipple that has you clenching around him.
âdidnât miss how you like to be bred in your videos too. think maybe you need some real cum, princess,â getoâs button up shirt is pried open by now, trousers just barely pulled down below his hips because he has a lecture in about half nâ hour. though, he wanted your pussy all to himself and if 27 minutes was all he was granted, he was going to make full use of it. geto groans into your hair when your legs wrap around his middle and heâs reeling at how heâs been watching your videos for the longest time and yet, nothing compares to having you fall apart by his hands.
a quick glance to his watch tells him fifteen minutes, eyes flitting back to the squelch of your cunt around him and he smiles smugly at the whimpers he knows so well. heâs sure itâs imprinted on his brain by now but his dick still jumps at the many variations youâve let out during the 27; heâd commit every single one to memory. âprofessorâ s-shit!â
geto angles his hips up, the curve of his cock hitting that spot just right that your back arches and you let out a drawn out moan, âyes, baby?â
âw-wanâ your cum in me, suguru,â youâre pleading with a drunk little smile and your face is twisted into such pleasure heâs only seen through pixels that geto cums almost immediately with a pained laugh seeing the real thing, hips stilling as he fills you up, up, up to the brim with hot, white semen that geto feels embarrassed to climaxing so quickly. but what can he do? when his favourite camgirl and student asks to be bred, itâs only natural.
how could he possibly say no?
âś NANAMI
âdoes that mean the poem is written from the crossâ perspective?â your hand shoots up in hopes of interpreting the text correctly, but also because, just maybe, that you wanted to impress a little someone at the front of the lecture theatre. beside you, you can hear the gasp of your friend along with the eyes of various other students. âsort of likeâ personification?â
nanami points to you with his glasses that heâs long removed, a small smile on his face. itâs not like youâre trying too hard, but of course you know your shit fairly well. you always have in every class, it was just a bonus you were so attractive that all nanami could think about was spreading your legs right on this desk. âyes, almost. anthropomorphism, something that was very common in poems or works written in old english.â
you were sceptical about professor nanami at first, especially since he was a lecturer who was transferred here from overseas only three months ago and is technically quarter of a white man, but he held command of the japanese language well enough for you to understand, both in speech and concepts. you were more interested in the lecturer himself though, piqued from the moment he explained his grandfather was danish and you turn to your friend, explains the blonde hair, doesnât explain how heâs so insanely fine, giggling quietly to each other the first day.
as for your major, it was texts after story after poem, but you enjoyed it alongside giving your own input in class â something you knew would help your participation grades. youâve raised your hand in more ways than one, always coming up at the end of lectures with a question, stopping him in hallways to show him the book you were currently reading. so thatâs why you were confused when you were called to the front of the lecture theatre after everythingâs over. it couldnât be bad, right?
it wasnât bad, it was much better, especially when nanamiâs got your legs on either side of him on the lecture theatre desk while he takes his rightful place between your legs â somewhere heâs always longed to be. both the front and back doors are locked, with only your soft, muffled moans filling the room. but nanami has no shame, slurping up the juices that drip from your pussy loudly, possibly staining the desk below him. heâs cared before about the condensation of his drinks but when it comes to your sweet, sweet cunt? he doesnât give one fuck.
âtaste so good, sweetheart,â nanami moans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. he flicks his tongue over your clit, while the other hand goes up to squeeze at your tits, kneading and playing with them while youâre still at awe at the man on his knees, at how youâve gotten one of the hottest professors in the university eating out of your pussy like itâs the last meal on earth.
youâre snapped out of your daze when nanami lands a few slaps onto your pussy, brown eyes boring holes into your skull. but this stare is different, as opposed to glaring down the mischievous boys who canât stop making noise, this isâŚ
âpay attention when i eat your little pussy, angel,â the demanding tone has you shivering, a small grin stifled when he nods in deserved approval and continues his assault. fingers slip in before you have time to react and your head is thrown back so hard it bumps against the wood but you donât care, clamping down around his fingers. nanamiâs pace is unforgiving, sucking hard on your clit while he pumps them in and out.
âfeel good?â nanami asks through slurps as he catches your eye, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd you clamp around his fingers. he admires how the way the glob of liquid runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he canât wait for it to be his cum instead.
âbetter thanâŚâ your voice trails off when he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how nanami knows all your sweet spots in such a short period of time. nanami simply chuckles at your sensitivity, meeting you halfway as you sit up to feel his lips against yours and he whispers against your lipsâ
âwhat were you gonna say, baby?â
youâre heaving for oxygen as he adds a third finger and youâre just hoping heâd show you his fucking dick already. hot breath fans across your lips and you smile to yourself seeing how your words affect him.
âbetter than fucking myself with my fingers thinkinâ itâs your cock, prof.â
âś TOJI
it was nine in the morning, and toji could already feel a headache forming from the amount of absentees in his class, simply sighing before pulling up the details for todayâs lecture, eyes unknowingly looking for you in the large lecture theatre. he finds that youâre already looking, clad in a cardigan and tired eyes â no doubt from trying to reach his deadline earlier than usual. toji found that you liked to do that, the first one to always submit your essays and assignments, so thatâs why he knows what game youâre playing at when youâre asking the difference between first, second and third degree murder when you already know their definitions.
he would know â you got full marks the other time.Â
âhm?â toji only hums when he sees your enthusiastic face and a quick look down to your lower half shows how your legs spread naturally for him. the professor only licks his lips before he spots your underwear, entertaining you for now as you stare on earnestly, while nothing is actually entering your brain. thatâs okay, though, youâre smart.
toji can count on one hand the amount of times you manage to catch him off guard, but he didnât expect both of those times to be on the same day. it was a busy night at the club, trailing behind professor gojo, bored, until the clock hits 11 and the shift changes, some dancers retiring for the night whilst others make their way out. they emerge with pumps and skimpy outfits, but toji still hasnât found someone worth wasting his loaded bank account on until youâre stepping out in a corset and garters and toji whistles lowly, eyes travelling up your person unforgivingly before he hears a small gasp.
his curiosity is piqued at the small noise, only to be greeted with your widened eyes and taut muscles at having seen your professor at the strip club you work at, but with a clap from somewhere backstage your body moves naturally into a professional stance, and perhaps a little more sluttily than other days.
your professor was hot, of course you would work twice as hard, twisting your body around the pole while you show off your assets â things you were covering just this morning in professor tojiâs lecture. he taught criminology, a minor that you were trying out in your second year of uni and if it didnât work, youâd drop it, but no matter how much you complained about the class, the green eyes that bore into yours in lectures always seem to ask you to stay. you never really knew whether he was looking at you or not.
at least now, youâll make him.
tojiâs hands tightened around the wad of cash he planned to waste tonight, all put on hold just from watching the way you put your body on display. he wouldnât have imagined seeing you tonight at the strip club he let gojo drag him to, but heâs almost glad heâs here when you seem to be only dancing for him, all focus on the other patrons lost.
your eyes are still locked with tojiâs, reminding you of the times in the lecture theatre where green was all you could see, a smile creeping on your face when one of your girlfriends behind you whispers that the man with the black hair and tight shirt wants a private session with you.
thatâs all it took before you feel tojiâs hands on your ass later in the private room, pulling you to his front with a smirk. âwhatâs a sweet girl like you doinâ here?â
you roll your eyes as you feign annoyance. your heart was pounding along with the music, finally being able to feel his toned body from the front., âcut the crap, prof. you booked me for a reason. what, here to talk about my grades or something?â
âwhat? canât see my favourite student?â you scoff with a small smile.
âand how did you know i work here?â
âi didnât, but seeing you work that pole,â toji grins, landing a smack on your butt before grinding his very obvious, large bulge on you and heâs loving the way it seemed to stimulate your clit, âi need ya to show me what iâve been missing, mama.â
toji groans later while youâve got his cock in his mouth, on your knees in front of him while youâre fisting the places you canât reach. you take most of him easily, feeling the tip of his length reach the back of your throat. there, your eyes flick up to him, doe eyed and pleading. it isnât long before you feel his hips bucking into your mouth and the cute twitch of his cock in your mouth, moaning around him as you knead his thighs, dragging him closer with what little strength you had.
âdirty fuckinâ slut, huh?â toji mumbles out breathlessly, tightening his grip around your hair before you start bobbing your head again, a plethora of lewd noises alongside the slurp of your saliva and his pre-cum mixing only makes your panties wetter and sends your cunt clenching around nothing. âwho knew my cutest student was such a whore?â your head reels at the degradation, sucking in your cheeks even more while you slobber over him. toji swears under his breath when your tongue sweeps over his tip, collecting his pre-cum.
âitâs sâbig in my mouth, professor,â giggling, you bob your head faster as the otherâs noises increase in volume, and heâs left to tap the side of your skull, causing you to tilt your head in question. the vibrations of your moans has him grinding into your mouth, shutting you up until heâs cumming down your throat with a loud groan. toji spills so much into your mouth that you have to swallow twice, pulling on your jaw as you show him the remnants of the cum still on your tongue.
ââm sure they have it somewhere in the conduct about professors not having sexual relations with a student,â toji chuckles when he sees you peel off your underwear, eagerly wrapping his arms around your waist. âor even something about cutting corners to get your grades upâŚâ itâs a little soft, trailing off when he feels you drag his tip along your pussy and heâs mesmerised with how your dripping folds accommodate him easily.
you pout in dramatics, thighs tightening around his when you take inch after inch of him before youâre bottoming out. thereâs a deep sigh coming from you before youâre moving your hips lazily, a certain slur to your words that already show youâre drunk on your professorâs cock and toji only smiles.
âyeah, but my grades are perfectly fine,â you whisper with a small whine when toji squeezes your ass, something he never thought heâd get a taste of.
âplus, weâre not in the classroom now, are we, professor?â
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and they were roommates pt. 3
pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : life on campus with a killer on the loose, the FBI makes an arrest word count : 2k warning : canon-typical violence, swear words (one use of the f-word) A/N : thank you so so much for all the love on this story !!! I'm so glad you all enjoy it <333 I'll probably do a part 4, it may be the last part, idk yet :)
part 1, part 2, part 4
"Spencer, I realise your concern, but lots of women look somewhat like this." It wasn't lost on Spencer what Hotch was trying to do by calling by his first name. "Hotch, she- she could be right next to them. She fits his type right down to the colour of her eyes!" "Spencer, man, you need to think rationally." Derek placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Lots of women have that hair colour and length, it's in style right now, right Emily?" "Yeah, definitely." "Look, I just- I need to make a call."
When Spencer had called you sometime in the evening, you'd been expecting him to tell you he was going to come home late and to not wait up for him. What you weren't expecting was for his voice to be the most serious and stern you'd ever heard it. "Don't go outside until I come home, okay?" He knew it was entirely irrational. The unsub only took women in broad daylight, you weren't facing any more risks than usual. But he couldn't take a chance. Not with this. Not with you. "What? Why?" "Just- I'll explain everything when I come home, I'll be there in a couple hours, but please, don't leave the apartment. And make sure everything is locked." "Spencer, what's going on?" "Can you just-" He paused, forcing himself to remain calm. "Look, do as I say, please. I'll explain everything later, I promise." You hesitated for a moment. Luckily for you, you weren't working at the bar tonight. Luckily for Spencer, you liked him enough to indulge him. "Okay." "Thank you."
"Oh my God, no, absolutely not!" "Y/N, it's for your safety, don't you understand that?!" "My safety? What about my life?"
This was the first real fight you'd ever had. You'd had disagreements, of course, he didn't like you leaving your empty cups and glasses all over the place. You told him off for waking you in the morning by making too much noise. Sometimes you'd get jealous if Geoffrey slept in Spencer's bed rather than yours. Yes, you'd had your fair share of arguments, but none quite like this.
"I'm not asking you to give up your life, you're being totally-" You scoffed loudly, interrupting him. "Spencer, you might as well! Do you realise what you're suggesting I do? You want me to give up on going outside, not go to any of my classes, not see any of my friends, not go to work, don't you see what bullshit that is? It's putting a cross on my social life, my education and my work!" You gesticulated angrily as you speak, feeling heat rising to your face. "I already told you, it's for your own safety." He sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He wasn't even looking at you. A tiny, tiny piece of you wanted to slap him. "I will not stop living my life because some psycho thinks it's fun to kill innocent girls! I won't!" You crossed your arms over your chest and resisted the urge to stomp your foot.
"You're being incredibly childish right now." You hated how he managed to stay calm. You wanted him to get just as angry as you were, livid even. It wasn't fair that you were the only one getting upset. "Are you making all the girls who look like me give up everything for the sake of their safety?" Your tone was mocking and mean but you didn't have it in you to care at the moment. He met your eyes at last, lips turned downwards into a frown. Finally, some sort of emotion. "Don't do that, Y/N," he warned in a low voice. "No, I think it's a valid question. Is your boss making an announcement to the press that all the girls in Mary Washington University who look like the three last girls should stay inside? Is he?" you pushed. Spencer looked away from you again, shaking his head in disbelief at your attitude. "No, he isn't."
"Then why do you expect me to do that?!" You threw your hands in the air, beyond frustrated. For a logical person, Spencer's behaviour wasn't making any sense at the moment. "I don't expect you to do it. I want you to do it, I need you to do it." You could feel his calm facade breaking, piece by piece. "Why, Spencer, fucking why?!" "Because!" He finally exploded, jumping to his feet and slapping his palms onto the table. You didn't jump. "Because it's you, Y/N! I can't work this case if I know you're in danger every single day! If I know yours could be the next dead body students ogle at on the university's front lawn! If I know it's your picture they're going to hang up next to the other victims! I just can't do it!"
Oh.
You let yourself fall down on the couch, running your hands over your face. You were both stepping into uncharted territory. You'd tip-toed this line before but had never crossed it yet. And this was not the way to do it. You were not going to cross the border from friendship into something more by screaming at each other. Spencer seemed to read your silence as distress.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." He softly trudged over to the couch and sat down next to you. "No, it's okay, I- I kind of wanted you to. I'm sorry for getting so upset." You take his hand in your lap and intertwine your fingers. "I understand, I'm asking too much of you, it's selfish." He gives your hand a squeeze. "I just can't stand the thought of anything happening to you." You sit in silence for a little while, processing.
"I just can't hide while I wait for other girls to be killed, Spencer, it wouldn't be fair." Sometimes, Spencer hated how good of a person you were. If your morals and personal ethics were some of the things he liked about you the most, he couldn't help but curse them in this moment. "I don't care about fair," he mumbled, hating how puerile he sounded. You cooed and laid your head on his shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry."
"I won't promise you anything, but I'll try to always be with someone around campus. I'm usually with my friends anyway. And I can share my location with you all the time if that's reassuring for you." "I'd like that, thank you. And... what about when you're at work?" "I can ask Paul to walk me to my car." Paul was the manager at the bar you worked at, Quantequila. His past was a mysterious blend of prison, MMA fighting and crochet clubs. He liked you plenty and you knew he wouldn't mind walking you to your car for a while. "Thank you."
Over the next week, you did just that. Many students started moving in groups and avoiding being alone at all costs after the FBI released the profile and the pictures of the last victims.
"We're looking for a local white man, early twenties. He may have moved here a year ago, we figure he's either in his first year of BA or MA. This is someone you don't notice, he's shy and introverted, he doesn't participate in class and he won't talk to people if he can help it, especially not women. This man is a loner and does his best to be invisible. We think he stalks his victims for a while before attacking them, so if you start seeing someone you've never seen before in strange places, please notify us. My name is Aaron Hotchner and you'll find the hotline on the screen you're watching this on."
You always had at least two friends with you whenever you were roaming about on campus. Though no one really spoke about the situation, the energy had changed. People were becoming tense and suspicious. Friends were fighting over who should accompany who, when and where. A place which had once gathered so many motivated and joyous students now had those very people looking over their shoulder.
You hated it.
Truly, you didn't want to underestimate this killer, but you were getting tired of it all. You'd wish the BAU would just catch him, but, as Spencer had explained to you multiple times, they had incredibly little to go on. What you knew without him telling you was that they needed another victim to predict his next move. Still, you were a person who appreciated alone time and you had gotten none in the last 10 days. So, when two of your friends who were supposed to walk with you from your class to the subway bailed on you, you weren't that upset.
You put your headphones on, listening to your favourite song of the moment and started walking. You had a tendency of getting lost in your thoughts and didn't notice the sound of heavy footsteps following your own over your music. What you did notice though, was the reflection of someone walking close behind you in a cafe window. You looked over your shoulder, frowning. The sun was in your eyes, blocking your vision, but you managed to perceive an average-sized man with long-ish black hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. Not thinking too much of it, you continued on your way.
You didn't think too much of it when you saw him sitting a few tables away from you when you were studying one afternoon at the library. You were captivated by the Middle English poem under your eyes, wondering what the author had meant with the particular use of the kenning "earth-cave". When you looked up and caught his eyes, cold and unnerving, you didn't overthink it. There were some weird people on campus. Who were you to judge?
When you saw him at your grocery store, though, that was when you started worrying. You were picking up a box of After-Eights for Spencer when you saw him looking at oatmeal raisin biscuits. What really tipped you off was that no one really liked those, so he must have been pretending to look occupied. A chill ran down your spine as all the other places you'd spotted him came back to you. Your lecture hall, the cafeteria, sitting in the lawn under a tree, the main hall,...
You decided that the next time you would see him, you'd tell Spencer. You didn't want him to worry if this turned out to be nothing. Maybe the man was just an exchange student? Or had joined during the academic year?
Two days later, the FBI made an arrest. A man named Ben Colton fitted the profile exactly. In his dorm room, they'd found pictures of women who looked exactly like the last victims and of resembling women on campus, you were part of them. You didn't know that, Spencer had felt you didn't need to be aware of that specific detail. The only problem was that the BAU had no physical evidence tying him to the crimes yet. The arrest had been sanctioned by higher authorities while physical proof was searched for. Police dogs and officers had been tearing through all of his possessions while Garcia had gone through his entire online life. Nothing tying him to the murders had been found.
The general public knew nothing of this, of course. To them, someone getting arrested meant they could go on with their usual lives. The man you'd been seeing left and right had left your mind entirely as you celebrated your regained freedom with your friends.
Of course, Spencer had warned you. They were 99% sure this was the unsub, they just needed the evidence. That didn't eliminate the 1% chance it wasn't him. But 99% chances were good enough for you. You trusted the BAU. Specifically, you trusted Spencer. With your life.
So you started living your life normally again. You left for class a little later because you didn't need to walk with your other friends. You stopped sharing your location with Spencer. You put the volume of your music higher again. You started leaving your pepper spray at home. You started texting while walking again.
Needless to say, you were wholly unprepared for the violent blow to your head as you walked to class one morning. How ironic, you thought as you blacked out, that Mary Goldman had probably experienced the same thing exactly two weeks prior.
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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot angst [18+]
title. let me be free of you
He would live in this lifetime of hell over and over again if it meant that in some other one, there exists a world where he never hurts you.
á° pairing. friends to strangers au - best friend!gojo x reader (f)
á° summary. gojo satoru, your love of a lifetime, tells you heâs engaged to another woman. inspired by the novel & netflix series âone dayâ created by david nicholls
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, angst, mentions of sex/explicit content, coming of age themes, reader & gojo are in their 30s, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, cheating, lots of mutual pining & longing, bittersweet ending
á° word count. 4.8k
a/n. hellooo! i've had this finished in my wips folder for a long time but never got around to posting it sooo just wanted to let it see the light of day haha. hope you enjoyyy <33
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âIâm engaged.â
The words leave Gojoâs lips as much less of a confession and more like a blabber, like a toddler desperate to keep conversation going in the face of a disinterested adult. Wasnât how he expected to share the news of a lifetime to the love of his lifetime, but he hopes it breaks your heart to hear it.Â
He watches your eyebrows flatten from the crease that was bothering them before, and then slowly raise into soft arches above your eyesâthose damn beautiful eyes that, even when they twinkle with hurt, still make his heart skip a beat in his chest.
He recalls for a moment the night the two of you met, drunk and dizzy from drinking out of a shared bottle of Prosecco, which only had half of the liquor left in it to start when he had first found it bleeding out to dry on the grassy lawn at the front of your university. It was graduation night, the last day to celebrate finishing four years of hell, and he had nothing to his name other than a rolled up diploma shoved in the pocket of his suit pants and the charm left in the youth of his smile. He wanted to spend the night with Aiko Rei, which was not a unique desire as most men on campus did, and he had a fair shot of getting into bed with her just like all those times before. But instead he was sitting at the top of a staircase inside the campusâs English literature building, making history in the crisp year of 1986 by being the first man of the robust age of twenty-three to pass up sex with the schoolâs lady heartthrob forâwell, conversation with a sort of ditsy girl that he just met a half hour ago.
âWhat do you plan to do with your life?â he heard you ask him, a hard enough question to stomach when one is sober, and an impossible question to stomach when one is already trying not to puke flat Prosecco.
âPardon?â he asked, in hopes to dissuade you from the question. In hopes that youâd get the hint. But you donât. And heâd soon learn throughout the years of your friendship to come that you never did.
âYour life!â you exclaim, âweâre graduates now! What do you want to do with it?â You pat harshly at his thigh, closer to his groin than to his pocket, most likely because youâre tipsy too, but he realizes youâre referring to the rolled up paper protruding at the pocket.Â
Truthfully, Gojo had never thought much about what he wanted to do after graduation. Hell, he didnât even think heâd make it this far. Not once since he got here, not once since he flunked out of first-year history, not once since his father passed away during his third-year final examinations, and most certainly not after he got caught having âunethical affairsâ with his communications professor just two months ago. And yet the esteemed board of scholars decided he was fit for a diploma anyway, and now heâs answering to, effectively, a stranger what he plans to do with said piece of paper.
âI donât know,â he says to you, âIâll do whatever.âÂ
Gojo Satoru could get by with doing whatever. He was good at everything he did. But his teachers and mentors and his own father would always warn himâ son, itâs better to be an expert at one than a half-assed show-off in all. Well, they wouldnât use the expletives, but thatâs what it had sounded like in his head.
His dad wouldâve liked you. He was always telling him to find a girl that challenges him, asks him the right questions, and pushes him to become a better man, the kind of woman his mother was to his father. Much opposed to the airheaded girls of Gojoâs college campus he would sneak into the house and forget to shoo off before sunrise, an occurrence that happened enough times for the respect in his fatherâs eyes to dwindle with each woman heâd watch his son dispel from their residence. Until eventually, Gojo started paying rent as punishment.
So, twenty-three year old Gojo, what do you plan to do with your life? Or do you have no idea of anything that extends beyond where you are right now, sitting across this strange girl youâve just met on the death of your educational youth, at the top of a stairwell lined with passed out, drunk newly grads at nearly 4 in the morning? Right now, heâs eyeing the hem of your dress, the way itâs ridden up slightly but the mesh overskirt still tickles the skin of your thigh. Heâs certainly able to picture whatâs beyond that fabric, and maybe imagine the color of your panties, but whatâs to come for his life? No. As previously mentioned, he never thought heâd get this far.
Gojo is thirty-four now, eleven years since that night the two of you met. And he sits next to you on a garden bench under a pitch black sky with stars speckled across, but only dimly visible.Â
Itâs been years since heâs seen you. You two had a âfalling outâ at the cusp of thirty, almost a decade of friendship fizzled away, because of his selfish actions. He couldnât let you go, but he couldnât want you the way you wanted him either. He didnât feel like he deserved to have you. You were too good for him, and he knew it. So he wasted a decade chasing after other women, and in return, he lost the one he knew he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.
Itâs the night of your college roommateâs wedding, all gathered here today to celebrate their love, and he knew heâd run into you here. You were the brideâs maiden of honor, and you looked beautiful. With your hair half tied up, a pretty clip twinkling with every movement of your head, and with strands falling down over the smooth curve of your neck, bare skin of your chest tightly covered by the nude fabric of your dress. He was fully lusting after you, and he has been all night, the picture of beauty and grace, and it was wrong. Because, again, heâsâ
âYouâre engaged?â you finally break through his thoughts, break through the trance that he was lost in by the sea of your eyes. Forever pulling him in like you were a wicked siren for his soul, when all youâve ever wanted from him was his love.
He shifts a little, the thick fabric of his navy blue suit stretching with the movement as he fidgets with his hands in his lap. Heâs sitting close to you, his shoulder brushing against yours, the contrast of his broad masculinity so evident against the feminine curve of your bare arm, the thin strap holding up your dress threatening to fall down the hill. His thumb twitches, because he wants to pull it back up into place for you like a gentleman, but heâs not sure if thatâs what his hand would actually do. Because all he really wants to do is peel the dress off of you.Â
âYes,â he says, still tantalized by the glow of your skin under pale moonlight, âengaged.â
âTo be married?â
âWell, what other kind of engaged is there?â
âYouâre not allowed to get married.â
He snorts. âSays who?â
âSays me!â you exclaim, sitting up straighter, "I turn my back for one moment, and you've gone an got engaged? You're awful!" The strap of your dress falls down over your shoulder, his eyes immediately darting to it. He sees you pull the strap up back into place, and a flit of his eyes to your face reveals to him the slight dusting of an embarrassed pink to your cheeks.Â
Thereâs a silence that settles between the two of you. Distant commotion is heard, likely from the wedding venue as people engage in reception activities and dances and cheers, while the two of you remain in this garden escape, the wall of primly trimmed bushes sheltering you two from having to pretend to be people youâre not amongst a crowd.
âAikoâŚâ he hears you say beside him, and although the name of the woman that has rolled off your tongue is the name of the woman heâs supposed to love, it only makes him feel sick to his stomach to hear you say her name. âShe seems lovely.â
âShe is,â is all he can manage to say. And he also knows this seemingly lovely woman is probably drunk off her face back at the reception hall, giggling at all the men that approach her from the sight of her flushed face, and he should feel some sort of jealousy or possessiveness over that, but he canât seem to muster any. Unlike the grit he had to his jaw an hour ago when he saw you dancing with a man he heard you introduce to your friends as just an âold friendâ of yours from college. He felt more anger in that moment than heâd ever felt watching his soon-to-be-wife getting talked up to by the sleazy men twice her age.Â
âShe must be very rich,â you say. âShe looks it.â
âOh. Yeah. Her familyâs very well off,â Gojo says.
âSo will you become rich too?â you ask him, âwhen you marry her.â
His eyes flit to the sky briefly. âDoubt it.â
âHow come?â
âThe old man doesnât like me very much. I imagine heâll cut ties after the wedding.â
âHer father?â
âYes.â
âAnd why is that?â
âWell. I guess itâs not every fatherâs dream to find out his prim and proper daughterâs been knocked up by the good-for-nothing boyfriend heâs been threatening her to say good riddance to for months now.â
The silence finds the two of you again, but this time haunting and gutting. That was a blabber, if anything. So nonchalantly said, with no emotion or spirit, to the one person in this world who heâs always felt like he can be himself around.
âSheâs pregnant?â you say beside him, voice breaking slightly at the end, and he canât bear to look at you for some reason. Some sort of admission of guilt, but what for? What exactly was he repenting for?
He lets out a small laugh, like the absurdity of the situation finds him all the same. âYeah.âÂ
âThatââ you start, stiff next to him, before he feels the tension relax but only rigidly, âthatâs wonderful, Satoru. Iâmâ...Iâm really happy for you.â You turn your torso to wrap your arms around him, and his lips brush the sweet skin on your forehead as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He wraps one arm around you, a sort of friendly hug as he rubs the skin of your arm soothingly, and his heart aches from the emptiness when you release him.Â
âWowâŚâ you say, looking up at him with pretty eyes, eyelashes fluttering as you blink rapidly to process the information, and he wonders if you really are happy for him. He doesnât want you to be. He wants you to be furious, to tell him off for getting another woman pregnant after leading you on for so many years, maybe he wants you to slap him, or grab him by the collar of his shirt and shake him until all he sees is a million of you through dizzy vision like some paradise. He wants you to be mad, because itâd mean that you still care. Itâd mean that you still think thereâs something here to salvage between the two of you.Â
But heâs engaged. And heâs having a baby. What was more final than that?
âSoâŚare you marrying her because ofââ
âThe wedding is in four weeks,â he cuts you off, but he knows the statement answers your question regardless.
âSatoruâŚâ
He leans off to the side a little to reach into the pocket of his suit pants, and he pulls out what is now a slightly bent envelope and he hands it to you. You take it from him gently, holding it weakly like it was something beyond you. Like something distant and foreign and strange. When all it was, is a wedding invitation.Â
âListenâŚâ he starts.
He sees your eyes dazed as you stare at the lettering on the outside of the envelope.
âWeâve been friends for a long time, y/n. And I know the last time we saw each other wasââ Hostile. Angry. Disappointing. Ended with you cussing him out on the street and then saying you never want to see him again. â...not ideal, but I still care a lot about you, and, uh, so, it would mean a lot to me if you came to the wedding.â For fucks sake, even on the brink of losing you forever, he still canât find the right words to say. âAiko, sheââ He tastes bitter in his mouth, âwell, Iâve told her a lot about you, and sheâd really love it if you came as well.â
Youâre silent as you gently peel back the opening of the letter and then pull out the small card stock invitation. The gold printed letters shine as you inspect it, fingers tracing the patterns of words that profess the Rei familyâs intent to wed their daughter to Gojo Satoru. Your Gojo Satoru. Your best friend in this whole wide world. He watches your eyes carefully, but he canât discern what he finds in them.
âGojo SatoruâŚâ you drone off, âto be wed. And to be a father.â Years of late night talks of the future, of kids and Christmas and love, with reality seemingly sly on the horizon only to have crept up so abruptly. It was pinched between your fingers right now. That reality.
His shoulders sulk slightly. And when you look up at him again, thereâs a sheen of tears in your eyes.
âI canât come to this,â you whisper, âand you know that, Satoru.â
His heart breaks. A physical pain that twists in his chest so tight at just the sight of seeing you sad. Sad again over the actions of his own. They say you always hurt the one you love, and he had always wondered what sort of evil person would do such a thing, only to find out heâs only ever hurt you this entire time.Â
He shouldâve kissed you that night the two of you met at graduation. Shouldâve shut you up and all your existential questions by pinning you to a wall and pressing his lips against yours. He shouldâve taken you to bed and fucked you, and then held you in his arms until you woke up in the morning. Shouldâve listened to you talk his ear off about how heâs just like all the other guys, who pretend to care, but only want to have sex and then never to speak to the girl ever again. And he shouldâve laid there in bed, nose nuzzled in your hair, taking all the scolding despite having no intent to ever leave you.
Instead, he wasted so much time. Sure, he had your friendship. His best friend for years, but the two of you couldâve been something more. Couldâve spent the years together, instead of writing stained letters or leaving messages on answering machines while the two of you were miles away. He couldâve been waking up with you every morning with the scent of your shampoo on his sheets, instead of clinging to pillows in foreign motel rooms. He couldâve been engaged to you, and he could be whispering sweet nothings in your ear of how much he wishes the baby will have your eyes.Â
But his thoughts are lost in fantasy. He is what heâs done, nothing more and nothing less. His eyes fall to your lap, the invitation still held loosely in your hand, and then a droplet of water falls onto it.
âIââ you stutter, wiping at the tears spilling down your cheeks with a hesitant swipe of your hand, âI need to go.â
You stand up off the bench and he quickly stands up with you, grabbing your wrist to keep you here with him, and you halt but only with you facing away from him. He yanks at your wrist harshly, pulling you into him so his chest is flush to your back, his arms wrapping strongly around you and his nose nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in greedily like itâs the last time heâll ever get the chance.
âSatoruââ you gasp, your hands immediately grabbing at his forearms that are tightly crossed across your collarbone. âWhat are you doingââÂ
âSay it,â he whispers, gruff and impatient, âtell me to do it, and I will.â
âT-Tell you to do what?â you stutter, struggling a little in his hold but he only holds you tighter.
âTell me to leave her, and I will,â he says, his lips brushing at your ear now, the scent of your perfume maddening to his senses, and one of his hands slowly trails down and the knuckle of his thumb presses into the softness of your breast.
You squirm, a small and soft moan leaving your lips.
âTââ you breathe in harshly, âthis is wrong.âÂ
âI donât care,â he growls, arms sliding lower to hold you under your breasts, so tightly that your heels lift off the ground. âJust say the word, and Iâll leave everything behind for you. I promise,â he breathes in deep, the desperation making his head hazy, âthat Iâll do things right this time. Just you and meââÂ
âYouâre going to be a father,â you remind him, and he shuts his eyes closed tightly, the responsibility of the word bearing on his shoulders but his desire for you overshadows every shred of sense or dignity or integrity he has left in him, because he felt like he was losing his mind after wanting you for years just to never have you.Â
He turns you around in his hold so that you face him, and he crashes his lips to yours, muffling the surprised mmf! that dies in your throat in surprise as his hands hold your waist, relishing in the feeling of satin fabric pulled taut over your curves.
Forbidden, yet a taste that heâll risk because there was no curse that was worse than the fate of having to pine after you for years.
Ah.
But.
But it was all fantasy, this moment in his head, where he takes you on the freshly cut grass of this garden.Â
Something that only briefly flashes through his mind as his warm hand wraps around your wrist, from where he was still seated on the stone bench, and not on his feet holding you like he dreamed for. Like he longed for.
He feels the weight of his arm so heavily, as if it werenât his own, and he slowly lets go of your wrist.
When he looks up at you, thereâs longing in your eyes. A hurt that he didnât even know he was capable of causing, just for him to realize that youâve always looked at him that way, and heâs never been keen enough to know it until now. He grew up too late. He took too long.
His phone starts buzzing in his pocket, and he reaches in for it, then flips it open and sees his soon-to-be-wifeâs name on it. He feels nothing at the sight.
âHello?â he speaks into the device when he holds it to his ear, and he sees you take a couple steps away, rubbing anxiously at your elbow as you pretend to busy yourself with the study of the lamp. âYes, Iâll be there soon. I, uh, Iâm just with a friend. A couple of friends, actually. Weâre having drinks by the pond. Mhm. Yes. I will. Okay, see you soon. IââŚI love you too. Bye.â And then he snaps the phone shut.Â
âHeading back?â he hears you ask.
He stands. âIâve got to.â
âOkay.âÂ
You two walk down the shrubbery of the garden that was arranged like a maze, him a few paces behind you, and he watches the delicate line of your posture as your hand brushes against the green walls of foliage that encase the two of you, the feeling of wanting to touch you and hold you almost suffocating.Â
âHey,â he calls out to you, and he shoves his hands in his suit pockets. You turn around immediately to face him, like his voice was permission to do so.
âYes?â you ask.
He blinks up at the starry sky, and then looks at you again. The soft cast of distant warm lighting falls over your face, making you appear like a renaissance painting, similar to those that you would point out to him at museums when you two would see each other on holiday back in your early twenties. He could never understand the charm of those paintings, no matter how many times you tried to explain it to him, but seeing you in this light right now, he finally understands the beauty that you saw.Â
âIâm, uh,â he rubs at the back of his neck, and then scoffs out a small laugh, âIâm a little drunk right now, butââ He stops himself. What was he trying to say? And was it of conscious mind? âI just need to tell you thatâŚI really regretâŚnot speaking to you. I mean, for letting the silence drag on for years. Youâre myâ...my best friend. Weâre a pair, you know? The two of us. For years, people would ask me where you were. And why they havenât seen us together at all recently. And it was hard to admit that we hadnât spoken in years.â
You take the smallest of steps towards him, and look up at him with empty eyes.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is, is that, well,â he finds himself tripping over his words, âI miss you. And I miss our friendship. Andâ...I miss having you around.â He glances down at his shoes, polished and reflecting off the moonlight directly above him. He rocks back and forth on his heels ever so slightly. âI know you said that I piss you off to lengths unimaginable to my tiny pea-sized brain, but I canât help myself, y/n,â he admits, âI think you and I, weâre just meant to always be. In some how, or some wayâŚâ
You purse your lips together, gaze shifting lower to eye at the silk of his tie.Â
âCan we be friends again?â he asks, the words feeling juvenile on his tongue. Like whispered apologies between children on a playground after shoving one another onto wooden chips, except the wounds heâs left on you run much deeper than a superficial scrape.Â
You blink slowly, tilting your head up at him. âFriends?â
âFriends.â
You wipe your palm off on the satin of your dress. âI missed you too, you know.â
His eyes widened slightly.
Your hand finds its way up your arm, until you weakly cup your elbow with your palm and look off to the side, avoiding eye contact with him. âThere were so many years where I thought that there was something between us. And maybe I was foolish for thinking that way, that you would ever see me that wayââ
ây/n,â he tries to interrupt you.Â
âButâŚthe pain of not having you the way I wanted to was much less worse than the pain of not having you at all,â you say, your gaze finally shifting towards him. âBut, the thing is, I needed to feel that pain to get over you. I had to.â
His heart stills at those words.
You glance down at the ground now. âI missed being able to tell you things. To laugh, and cry, and argue. I miss humbling your stupid ego. I miss being able to call you at any time, knowing youâd pick up when I needed you.â
His heart aches so much he wants to reach into his chest and hold it.
âThe thing is,â you continue, âyou wouldâve been the first person I wouldâve run to to tell them that I lost my best friend.â There were tears shining in your eyes. âBut what could I do when you were the one that I had lost? Who could I have turned to then?â
He lets out a shaky breath, and in a swift motion, his arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you to him in an embrace.
Youâre stiff in his hold, mechanical and rigid, so contrary to the soft tears you leave behind on the fabric of his sleeve, but slowly and surely, you warm and thaw. Your hands slide up past his shoulders, linking behind his neck. And his head drops to the curve of your neck, swaying you with him slowly as if it were a first dance.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers, âfor hurting you.â
You breathe out slowly. âJust let me go, Satoru. Let me be free. Let me be free of you.â
He feels the air knock out of his lungs, and the two of you slowly pull your heads away from the embrace to look at one another, although your hands still find a place on his shoulders, and he still holds you close to him by a delicate hold of your waist.Â
He wonders if in another life, you two were happy. He wonders if he could ever take back all the decisions he made, and start all over again. On that day the two of you met on that staircase in the west wing of the literature building, he would make a different choice. If he could, he would live in this lifetime of hell over and over again if it meant that in some other one, there exists a world where he never hurts you.Â
âItâs time for me to go,â you whisper, eyes darting across the features of his face, studying them but with a familiarity that only you know, because you held his entire life in your palm. Your gaze meets his again, faces just inches apart, and the sweet curl of your eyelashes makes him weak in the knees. âItâs time.â
He nods slowly, his own eyes studying your face as well, except it looks foreign to him now.Â
Itâs all been said and done. There was nothing he could do to right the wrongs, or undo all the pain. He was to be a father now, and his duties were now towards his wife and unborn child. And no longer to the woman he holds in his arms, one heâs sure he will never stop loving for as long as he lives.Â
Itâs a sweet moment, the two of you gazing at one another. You look so pretty from this angle, looking up at him with the smallest tilt to your head and round searching eyes. His head subconsciously dips down towards yours in the second that he glances at your lips, but he stops himself. And when you make no move to create distance, he finds himself closing it again, until his lips brush against yours ever so softly. And then he captures them in a kiss, firm and unmistaken, finding solace in the way your lips move against his too, unsure yet passionately at the same time. Your fingers ever so slightly dig into his shoulders while his thumbs soothe at the skin of your waist, the two of you savoring the last moments of a kiss thatâll be the sweetest one youâll ever know.
You pull away first, a small puff of air leaving your lips as you glance downwards. He rests his forehead against yours, never once looking away from your face. And you both breathe slowly, the soul of the chaste kiss entirely vanishing into the air along with all the hope that the two of you had left to make anything of the way you feel about one another. It was a kiss that almost disqualified any level of sin or guilt or wrong, because it was like one you two owed each other, after years of familiarity and longing. It was the goodbye that the two of you deserved.
His hands slowly let go of your waist, and he takes a step back away from you, softly clearing his throat. The distance feels like a galaxy away, and he briefly runs his thumb along his bottom lip, because the ghostly feeling of your lips on his still remains.Â
âShall we head back?â you ask him, prim and proper in posture and eyes widened in a formal gaze.
His lips are parted, and he finds that heâs panting slightly. And then he slowly nods his head. âYes.â
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[the end]Â
a/n. i am sooooo freaking obsessed w "one day" by david nicholls and really wanted to write something inspired by it!! the book literally ripped my heart out and stomped on it like there were so many scenes where i just longingly stared out the window because of how shattering it was but dear god i really enjoyed it, and the show was also so dfkjhsfkhs i had sm feels watching it. so yea this was fun to write!! i hope you enjoyedd n thanks so much for reading :)
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