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daily drawing 4: emotes

i recreated some discord emotes i liked today

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I Hate You Too, Baby. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | word count: 7.9k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: roommate! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: dom! jaehyun, soft! jaehyun, light sugardaddy! jaehyun, reader is hœrny and implied to have a lot of fuck buddies, angry sex, jaehyun is kinda mean at first, reader also is kinda mean too at first, reader is also a brat, a lot of swearing, jaehyun is implied to have really bad communication skills, he’s down bad for the reader, face fucking, choking, spanking (if you squint), angry sex, overstimulation, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v, protected sex (haven’t seen her in a while), smut, angst, fluff, smut, happy ending (literally in that order) summary: jaehyun is sick and tired of you fucking everyone but him and you finally push him to the edge, so he shows you he’s better than anyone else you’ve been with; however, he’s secretly in love with you, oops. | deadly sin: wrath a/n: the beginning starts off intense. reader calls jaehyun a virgin but it’s implied he most definitely is not one. mark is mentioned as jaehyun’s best friend.

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One year and three months. That’s how long you’ve known Jaehyun. In those fifteen months, you never once thought you’d be pressed up against his bedroom door, with one of his hands wrapped around your throat while his other hand is shoved down your dark blue satin shorts in the early hours of the morning, muttering explicit promises in your ear as you bite back any lewd sounds you so desperately want to make. 

One, because he was your stoic software developer roommate who paid you no attention while you two lived together and two, you’re convinced he absolutely hates you.

This is your fault — according to Jaehyun. You pulled his final straw when you chewed him out for being a complete jerk to one of your favorite hookups when all your hookup did was greet him before leaving for the night. 

“None of those guys can fuck you and I’m sick of hearing your fake ass pornographic noises when they’re here! Not only is it not convincing, but it’s fucking annoying too!” He angrily shouts at you, redness tinting his ears as he steps closer to you.

“Please!” You roll your eyes. “You don't think I know you listen when I have people over?” Stepping forward, you cross your arms. “Or when I play with myself? You don’t think I know how hard you come in the bathroom when you think about me? Honestly, Jaehyun,” you scoff. “It’s kinda pathetic. It’s like you’re a desperate virgin.” 

“Virgin?” He smirks at you, amused by your assumption. 

“Yes, virgin.” You let out through clenched teeth. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked instead of hating me like some jealous ex-boyfriend.” 

Jaehyun pushes up the sleeves of his white button up shirt up to his elbows before he loosens his black tie, unable to rid himself of his work clothes before you jumped down his throat minutes after he walked into your shared apartment. His eyes darken as he makes his way towards you, closing the distance between your bodies. He lifts your chin with his long index finger to look him in the eyes.

“A virgin wouldn’t be able to make you come on the first try, right?” He backs you into a wall. “Now, what’s the excuse for those pathetic losers you keep bringing home? They can’t all be virgins. You’re defending them like they give you the best orgasm of your life and we both know they can’t even pull one out of you.” 

“Those are big words coming from you, roomie.” You spat sarcastically. “Like you can do any better.” 

“Is that an invitation?” Jaehyun dryly chuckles, pressing his hands flat against the wall behind you, a hand near each side of your head.

You so badly want to pull him into you. His pink, plumped lips are tempting and inviting as he licks them before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your words come out no louder than a whisper. “You’re full of shit, Jaehyun.” You silently curse to yourself for sounding so pathetic. 

“Aw,” Jaehyun laughs. “Not a big talker now, huh?” He teases, his index finger tracing the outline of your jawline before gripping it to force you to look into his eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked instead of being a brat about it.” He mocks your words, pushing his body away from you. He undoes his tie in front of you, before throwing the fabric over his shoulder. He turns to walk away, already unbuttoning his work shirt as he makes his way towards his bedroom — the bedroom absolutely no one was allowed in. You follow him, watching as he walks down the hallway. He stops under his door frame, feeling your eyes watching him.

“Anything else you want to say, you fucking brat?” He turns to face you, his shirt nearly fully unbuttoned, exposing his beautifully sculpted abdomen — something you secretly admired every time he chose to work out at home instead of going to the gym. 

“Yeah, I do.” You furrow your brows, making your way to him. “Are you scared to fuck me because you know you can’t live up to your own words?” The words coming out of your mouth are used to spite him and rile him up as pay back for the lack of attention for the past year. 

“Tell me to,” he towers over you, his aura so dominant he doesn’t even need to touch you to press you against the nearest wall. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” 

Your heart races and a dry lump forms in the back of your throat. 

“Stop fucking with me and say it.” His fingers grip your waist, tightening his hold on you; nearly preventing you from running away from him. His jaw clenches, you watch it tighten as he impatiently waits for your permission. “Last chance. Say it or fuck off.” 

Your eyes widen at his ultimatum, your mouth working faster than your brain. “Fuck me,” you softly let out.

“Louder.” 

“Fuck me!” Your voice is clearer and louder, no mistaking what you just gave him permission to do.

Jaehyun roughly grabs your arm, pulling you into his bedroom before slamming his door shut and pushing you against the wooden frame. His lips target your neck first, attacking it with no remorse as he lifts your sweatshirt over your head and throws it across his bedroom floor. Sucking your skin into his mouth, he sucks hard, causing you to hiss at the tender spot. His hand absently kneads your exposed breasts, his fingers pillowing your supple skin. 

“Such a slut,” he harshly comments, his other hand gripping your ass hard, pulling your body closer to him. 

“I’m not a slut,” you faintly argue, your nails digging into his shoulder in response to how roughly he’s groping you and attacking your neck.

He simply hums at your feeble remark, his lips moving to the other side of your neck. You feel the same harsh movements, Jaehyun clearly wanting to leave marks on your body that’s apparent to anyone who looks at you. 

His hand slithers into your shorts, petting your slit with his long fingers over your white cotton underwear. The tip of his finger grazes your clit ever so gently, your body jerks in response. 

“A virgin wouldn’t find it on the first try, right?” He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side, giving himself access to your sopping folds.

“Shut - ah! - up,” you hitch, feeling Jaehyun’s fingers rub small circles on your bud of sensitive nerves. “It’s beginner's luck,” you retort sassily, sucking the air between your teeth when you feel him bite down on your shoulder.

The pain is exhilarating, never experiencing a partner as rough as the man in front of you. He’s hungry for you, desperate even. It’s clear when he pulls your lips into his; a deep groan leaving him as his lips finally meet yours. He circles his fingers before sliding it against your folds to collect your sweet arousal around his digit before using it to lubricate your clit.

His movements are gentle and slow, a stark difference from what he's doing to your exterior. He knew what he was doing and you’re certain he’s going to make you come within seconds if he continues his movements, making you eat your words about the virgin comments you insist on making. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He taunts, his lips hovering over yours, teasing the shit out of you. “Impressive for a virgin, don’t you think?” 

“Shut up,” you groan, your jaw falling open when you feel his finger tap against your clit, the stickiness of your arousal making the pad of his digits stick to your nub before allowing his digit to pull back. 

“What’s that?” He grins. “Not much of a talker now that you know I can make you come when I want to. Your pathetic fuck buddies can’t say the same, huh?”

“I hate you,” you let out before whimpering as he ghosts over your clit, his fingers barely grazing it.

Jaehyun smirks at your words. “I hate you too, baby.” His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, prying access to your mouth. You allow him to with no hesitation; the way he calls you baby nearly sends you over the edge. His voice is so deep, so cocky, so lustful — he has you in the palm of his hand. He pulls your shorts down in one swift move, leaving you in nothing but your white cotton underwear with a black little bow on the front. 

“Hm, cute.” He comments, head slightly tilting as his eyes scan your body. He pulls on your waistband before letting it go, allowing it to hit your skin. You jump at the sting, rolling your eyes while biting down on your bottom lip, trying to bite back the smile threatening to creep onto your face. 

“Done already?” You narrow your eyes, straightening your posture. “You just got me naked and now you’re giving up? At least my fuck buddies know to keep going when I’m in nothing but my underwear.” 

“God, you just don’t know how to shut the fuck up, don’t you?” He growls, his hand wraps around the base of your neck, his lips ghosting over your parted lips.

The corners of your mouth pull into a devilish smirk, the sight of your angry roommate soaking your white cotton panties. “Why don’t you fucking make me.” Your words come out lightly strangled, the grip around your neck tightening ever so slightly. 

His lips crash into yours, trapping your body against his. The heat of his body warms your bare chest, while he nips your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

He pushes you down by your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. You look up at him, eyelashes batting in innocence as you watch him undo his belt, then his pants, and pulling his erection from his underwear. 

His tip rests against your lips while his hand settles on the top of your head. You suppress the urge to take him into your mouth, although the idea of it makes you salivate. 

“Open,” he commands. “You want me to make you shut up? I will. Now open.” 

Your sex flutters hearing his words, arousal slowly leaking out of you. If your panties weren’t soaking already, it is now. 

His voice is so deep and husky, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement in the pit of your stomach. 

You slowly part your mouth open, purposely teasing him. Jaehyun shoves his cock into you, stretching your mouth open. He fills your mouth perfectly, your mind racing at the idea of how it’ll feel inside of you. He doesn’t give you a second to adjust before he thrusts his hips into your mouth, feeling it in the back of your throat. 

“Anything else you wanna say?” He taunts, tilting your head back, forcing your eyes to meet with his as he looks down at you.

“No,” you attempt to say, only for your voice to muffle around his hardened length. Tears brim your waterline as you’re gagging before you blink, allowing them to trail down the sides of your face.

“You’re so pretty with my cock down your throat, you know that?” A smirk dances on his lips while his thumbs wipe away your tears. “I bet you haven’t gotten your mouth fucked before, huh?”

You shake your head, honest with your answer.

“Good,” he sneers. “You’ll never forget the first time.” He thrusts his hips into you, giving you no time to catch your breath. You’re gagging around him, drool dripping out of your mouth and onto the wooden floor. Looking up at him with wet lashes, you see he’s already watching you take him into his mouth — his jaw clenches before his mouth falls open and he throws his head back, reeling in the pure bliss your mouth is giving him. 

The pain in your jaw begins to settle as his movements don’t let up; however, you’re nothing but determined to make this man feel good — determined to never let him forget how much of a good fuck you are. 

Jaehyun withdraws his hips, pulling him out of your mouth and taking in the sight of the string of saliva that connects your lips with the head of his pulsing cock. You’re nearly gasping for air; coughing and panting as you try to catch your breath. 

“Had enough?” Jaehyun arrogantly questions, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Y-you haven’t shown me you could make me come yet, you cocky asshole.” Your words would’ve hit harder if you weren’t gasping for air after taking Jaehyun’s cock into your mouth, both you and Jaehyun knew that. 

Jaehyun clicks his tongue, amused at your tenacity. “If I do, you know I won’t stop until you can’t come anymore right?” His warning only sparks your interest and continues to pool a wet spot in your underwear. 

“Sure, roomie.” You cough. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “I did warn you,” he lets out before commanding you to get up. 

You do as he asks, feeling incredibly vulnerable as his eyes scan your nearly nude body — as if his eyes are analyzing and taking note of every detail your body offers. Goosebumps cover your skin when you feel his hands trace over your thighs, then up to your hips before settling on the base of your neck — it being his favorite spot on your body thus far. His grip tightens ever so slightly, using his leverage to guide you to his king sized bed behind him — something you arguably think is unnecessary for someone who constantly spends nights alone like he does. The back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress, causing you to fall on your back, slightly bouncing as your back hits his mattress. 

Propping yourself with your elbows, Jaehyun quickly rids you of the only fabric you have left on your body and throws it behind him. Your thighs close, a reflex of yours that causes annoyance. You feel a sting against your skin before feeling his calloused hands rub the same spot, soothing it before another slap in the same spot is heard. 

“Who said you could close your legs?” He scolds, prying your knees apart before quickly finding your clit again, circling over your sensitive nub. “You’re soaking,” Jaehyun purrs, causing a rush of heat to fill your body. “I wonder if those losers you keep around have gotten you this wet before.” 

You bite back your reply, knowing the answer will stroke Jaehyun’s already huge ego.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He laughs, picking up his pace.

“Shut up.” 

“Make me.” His added pressure on your clit causes you to gasp, hindering you helpless and in the most compromised position. “Oh wait, you can't?”

A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his fingers glide through your soaking folds with ease, circling your clit in the most satisfying and exciting way. His movements are consistent, so consistent it’s nastily pulling you closer to your release. It’s been less than five minutes since he’s been playing with your ball of nerves and you already feel the coil in you tighten and Jaehyun sees it. Your eyes shut as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, your hands desperately tugging on the sheets under you, and your hips involuntarily moving against his fingers. 

“You’re close again, aren’t you?” He taunts.

You nod.

“Should I even let you?” He clicks his tongue although his movements don’t halt.

“P-please,” you beg, looking up at him with your brows knitted together, desperate to feel your orgasm wash over you. 

“See, baby, it’s not hard to be nice is it?” 

“C-can I come?” You stumble on your words, automatically asking for permission. Jaehyun’s expression shifts ever so slightly after hearing you beg. “Please,” you whine.

His eyes soften for a second before narrowing at the sight of you. “Come for me.”

Your back arches and a string of whimpers fill his room. Pure ecstasy overcomes you as you reel in the feeling of pleasure that Jaehyun gave you. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his tongue against your clit, lapping over and sucking your overly sensitive bud. Your thighs quiver at the feeling, pushing yourself up the bed before you hear a frustrated grunt from Jaehyun who pins your hips down the mattress, trapping you in place.

This was your punishment. This is what he warned you about. He made you come and he’s not going to stop until you physically can’t anymore, or at least until he does. 

You nearly scream at the overstimulation, biting your lip so hard you’re certain you could taste your blood. You cry out his name, only to have him look up at you between your thighs, although his tongue doesn’t stray away from your heat. You could feel it, your second orgasm, inching closer and closer. 

Jaehyun’s hands grab your breast, kneading it as if his life depended on it and adding to your pleasure even more. He watches as you try to simultaneously hold back your tears while chasing your high. 

“I’m gonna come!” You sob, tears pricking the corners of your eyes — the feeling so intense and pleasurable you begin to feel a hint of lightheadedness as incoherent noises stumble out of your mouth. Your stomach tightens and you feel your release hit you tenfold. 

You watch Jaehyun through half lidded eyes. Without missing a beat, he pulls out a condom from his bedside table and rolls it onto his erection before aligning himself with your entrance, your body still recovering from the back to back orgasms this man has given you. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Jaehyun chuckles devilishly. “You wanted me to fuck you.” 

You sheepishly nod your head, trying to move past the mental fog you’re feeling. 

Grazing his tip against your folds, you hear the squelching sounds as he teases your already sensitive clit with his shaft and sends jolts of electricity through you. 

“But this position won’t do,” he says, head tilted a bit to the right. “Turn over, ass up.” 

You struggle to gather your bearings, but you still obey his command. Positioning yourself on your hands and knees, you nervously biting down on your bottom lip as you turn your head to watch him. 

He’s stroking himself, eyeing your movements while admiring your ass — something he’s been secretly eyeing for a while now. You feel a dip in the bed before a hand harshly pushes your head into the mattress while the other pushes down on your lower back, helping you arch your back to his liking. 

In one swift and quick move, Jaehyun sinks himself into you. Your jaw falls open, nearly drooling from the stretch and pleasure you’re feeling as he fills you up nicely. 

“Fuck, you’re still tight.” Jaehyun groans. “Even after coming twice.” 

“Y-you’re just too big,” you whimper, cheek pressed against his sheets, as your fingers rake over the fabric covering his mattress. 

“Don’t flatter me, baby girl,” Jaehyun hums. “It’s not going to stop me from fucking you stupid just like you wanted.”

Rutting his hips harshly, you hear his skin slapping yours. His fingers rake against your ass cheeks, his moans growing louder and louder as he fucks you from behind. He pushes up against you with each thrust causing you to bury your face into the mattress in an attempt to muffle the explicit noises you’re making.

Jaehyun tangles his fingers into the roots of your hair and harshly tugs on it, forcing your back to press up against his chest. The sting causes you to hiss in pleasure just before Jaehyun’s hips move erratically. 

“F-fuck!” You wail as your eyes roll back from pleasure. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He rasps in your ear, feeling a smile against your skin. “I’m better than those losers you let fuck you, right?”

“D-don’t ruin it,” you growl. 

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Fucking say it.” His fingers find their way to your clit again, mercilessly and messily rubbing against you. You nearly fall forward from the pleasure until Jaehyun’s free arm tightly holds you against him, sweat forming between your bodies. “Do you want to come?”

You nod your head. “Please,” you pant.

“Then say I’m better than those losers.”

“Jaehyun!” You sob, feeling your body quiver as your pleasure builds in you, your cunt dripping your arousal. 

“I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

“Let me, p-please!”

“Not until you say it.” 

You give in, frantically repeating the words he wants to hear over and over again. “You’re better than anyone I’ve had, now please,” you gasp. “Let me come, please!”

“Go ahead, baby. Come all over my cock.”

Your walls flutter around his length, your body freezing in place as Jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. Your muscles tenses and your back arches as you come undone under his touch. 

“Good girl,” Jaehyun coos, placing soft kisses against your shoulder. “Now do it again.”

Your jaw falls open, Jaehyun’s cock throbbing inside of you as he warms his shaft between your walls. His fingers roughly move side to side against your clit. Your vision begins to blur, your body trembling and nearly going limp at the overstimulation. There’s something about the pain that is deliciously riveting, especially when you’ve never experienced it like this before. Your attempt to push Jaehyun’s hand away fails when the arm holding you up grips your wrist, hindering your movements. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” You chant, your knees bucking as you're pushed to the edge. Your gummy walls convulse and tighten as you come all over Jaehyun’s cock. You scream out in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes. You’re panting, muscles in your body turning into jello as Jaehyun slowly releases his hold on you. You fall onto your stomach, completely and utterly fucked out. 

“Turn over,” Jaehyun softly orders and you comply, slowly. Mustering any energy you have left, you lay on your back. Jaehyun watches you catch your breath, his hand carefully soothing your quivering thighs. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, concerned.

“N-not until you come,” you softly reply, your voice hitching before you gulp. “I want you to come, too.”

He simply nods. Aligning with your entrance again, he hovers over you, and your sweet cunt swallows him fully as he stuffs himself into you. 

You take note of his lack of eye contact with you and instead, opting to bury his face into your neck as he sensually moves his hips into you. 

You stroke the back of his head with your fingers, your legs wrapping around him to keep him close to you. This is what you wanted for the past fifteen months. You wanted to be under him, giving you everything his body can offer you. You wanted him; you needed him.  

Jaehyun lifts his head and flickers between your eyes, softening at the sight of you. His hips slow, biting his bottom lip with hesitation. 

“W-what’s wrong?” You ask, your brows curve with worry as you bring your finger to move the strand of fallen hair from his eye.

He grabs your wrist, halting your movements. Burying his face into the crook of your neck once more, he breathes against your skin. “I want you.” He mutters. “I hate the idea of someone else fucking you.”

You stay silent sitting with the confession coming out of his mouth.

“Tell me what I need to do to have you all to myself.” He pushes into you harshly. His fingers gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“You can take me out to dinner or to a movie,” you smile against the shell of his ear. “Maybe even buy me a Cartier love bracelet to show me you’re serious.” You giggle. “And tell me why you want me.” 

You feel him grin, his movements speeding up. The feeling of his pelvis hitting against your clit. His tongue laps over your skin, giving you a small bite before his arms wrap under your back, arching you closer to him. His tip kisses that sensitive spot inside you, rubbing it as he penetrates into you feverishly.

“Jaehyun,” you whine. “G-gonna come, again.” 

He takes your words as an invitation to keep going, eventually pulling your orgasm out of you right before he finishes himself off into the rubber wrapped around his shaft. 

You’re both heaving, catching your breath. The sun rays peak through Jaehyun’s bedroom window, coloring his walls with an orange tint. 

Jaehyun pulls out of you, shyly avoiding eye contact with you as he tosses his used condom in the bin next to his bedside table. He throws on his favorite joggers and you do the same, hastily dressing yourself with your clothes from earlier.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting me, I mean.” You softly question as his back faces you. 

“Yeah, I did.” His voice is quiet, almost embarrassed that this was his way of confessing his feelings — when he was balls deep inside of you; arguably not the most romantic way to be confessed to. 

“Can I ask why? I mean, why do you want me? It seems like you have hated me since I moved in.” 

Jaehyun turns to you, moving his lips to say something, but is not able to have anything come out. He steps forward, only to halt, letting silence fall between you two. 

“Is it so you can fuck me whenever you want?” Your voice drips with disappointment, silently hoping that wasn’t the case. 

“No! No it’s not that.”

“Can you tell me why?” 

“I’m not - I mean, I can’t -“

You shake your head, disappointed at the man in front of you. “I have to get ready for work.”

“Wait! Please.” His hand grabs your arm, stopping you from walking out his bedroom door. 

“Jaehyun,” you sigh. “Telling me you simply want me isn’t enough; anyone can just say that. I know communication isn’t your strongest skill, I get that, but until you can at least communicate to me why you want me, I don’t think I can be what you want me to be.”

Heaviness fills both your hearts as you say your words. Tears brim from Jaehyun’s eyes, before he sharply inhales as he lets your arm go. 

You give him a second to gather the courage to tell you how he truly feels about you, but he doesn’t; sinking your heart to the pit of your stomach. 

“I need to get ready for work,” you whisper, salty tears threatening to fall from your eyes. 

Jaehyun doesn’t stop you. Instead, he closes the door behind you as you walk out, clutching his chest in hopes to ease the pain he desperately wanted to avoid. After mentally beating himself up for being unable to simply tell you how he feels, he grabs his phone to text his best friend. 

jaehyun: come over, i need your help.

“What did you need help with at 7 in the morning?” Mark yawns, walking through Jaehyun’s front door 

“Y/n and I, we…” Jaehyun starts, only to stop and timidly look down at his bare feet, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants and biting back a smile only to have his dimples betray him.

“Oh my god, you two finally did it.” Mark looks at his best friend with shock that quickly turns into happiness. “Dude,” he lifts his hand to cup Jaehyun’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Congrats!”

“It’s complicated,” Jaehyun lets out, popping the bubble of bliss that radiates through the room.

“Uh-oh.” Mark drops his hand before crossing his arms. “What happened?”

“It started off as hate sex, I guess you can say,” Jaehyun shares, ears burning red as he tells his friend about his sex life. 

“Oh?” Mark smiles. “Well, I guess that’s a way to do it.”

Jaehyun shakes his head before explaining the situation he’s in, everything you told him before leaving for work. “I need help to prove to her I’m serious about her.”

They both make their way over to the living room couch, Jaehyun desperately needing his best friend’s help.

“Ever thought of just using your words to tell her?” Mark offers, slightly annoyed at being woken up early on his off day from work. 

Jaehyun clicks his tongue. “I don’t want to say something dumb and ruin everything. You know I'm not good with my words. She knows I’m not good with communication, she said so herself. I’m working on it,” Jaehyun sighs. “I have some things I want to do for her. I just need help with a few of those things. Please.”

“Fine,” Mark huffs in defeat, standing from his seat and clapping his hands together. “Where do we start?”

You drag your feet from the elevator to your front door, dreading walking into your apartment and facing your roommate after everything that happened this morning. Your hands tremble as you push your keys into the lock and your heart rapidly increases as you hear the front door unlock with the turn of your key.

You’re greeted with Jaehyun sitting at the dining table that’s visible as you enter the apartment. He quickly slips his phone in the pocket of his pants, before quickly meeting you at the front door. 

“Hey,” he softly greets, taking the bags from your hand and placing them on the side table near the entrance as you take off your shoes. “How was your day?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. Your eyes meet his before you both look away from each other. “How was yours?”

“Busy,” he nods, taking your jacket and throwing it on the coat rack. “I know you’re tired, but could you, um,” he pauses. “Change into something comfortable and meet me in my room? I have something to show you.”

It’s clear he’s nervous and you could feel your heartstrings tug for your roommate.

“Sure.” You flash him a weak smile and see his tense shoulders relax. You walk into your bedroom, changing out of your work clothes and into an oversized sweatshirt with pajama shorts before walking down the hallway and knocking on Jaehyun’s bedroom door. You quickly shove the memories of the morning to the back of your mind. 

The door opens, Jaehyun already looking down nervously.

Your mouth parts before a gasp leaves your lips as you see what he’s done to his bedroom. Red rose petals are scattered over Jaehyun’s bedroom floor and over his bed. He’s rearranged his bedroom, pushing his bed to a corner of his room and leaving more space between his bed and the dresser that had his tv on it. Three blu rays of your favorite horror movies are stacked on each other as they sit on his dresser and a set of plates are strategically placed on his bed. From where you stand, you make out that it’s your favorite food from a local restaurant that you absolutely love.

“Jae -” you’re cut off with Jaehyun’s words.

“I would’ve taken you out to a movie and dinner, but I didn’t know how you’d feel when you got home, so I thought we could have our, uh, our first date here.” His hand rubs the nape of his neck and the other gestures over the picturesque layout in front of you. “I hope that’s okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you smile. “That’s okay. But um,” you shake your head to collect your train of thought. “Why here and not in the living room?” 

“I don’t have women come into my bedroom at all and I guess I wanted you to be the first one.” His eyes finally meet yours and are filled with hope. “Hopefully the last one, too.”

You giggle, stepping towards the tv and picking up the blu rays. “My favorite movies,” you smile. “How’d you know?”

Shutting the door, he takes pride in himself as he hears your words. “I notice you watch them a lot, like at least those three once a month. So, I took a stab in the dark and bought those three.” He moves next to you. “Which one do you want to watch tonight?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you contemplate his question. “Maybe this,” you say lifting The Grudge blu ray. 

He nods his head, opening the case and setting it up as you place yourself on his bed with your back against the wall. You lift the plate of food in front of you, smelling the aroma of your favorite dish that fills the room. He joins you on the bed after turning off the overhead lights. 

“I hope I got your order right,” he smiles.

“You did!” You praise, excitedly.

Throughout the movie, you occasionally catch Jaehyun looking at you before shyly turning his attention back to the movie. Sliding your fingers into the palm of his hand, you slowly interlock them with his, physically feeling him tense up before relaxing when you lay your head on his shoulder. You’re easily pushed off when Jaehyun jumps during a jump scare scene, causing you both to laugh at his reaction to a scene you’re immune to.

“You okay?” You giggle, rubbing your thumb over his. “Not a big horror fan?”

“Honestly?” He laughs, clutching his chest. “I don’t know how you do it.” 

You pause the movie. “Wait, really? I wish you told me you didn’t like scary movies before we’re three-fourths into it.” You reach over his bedside table to turn on his lamp. “Let’s do something else.”

“No, it’s okay.” He tugs on your hand gently, urging you to sit back down. “We’re almost done.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m not putting you through this if you’re not enjoying it.” You grab the deck of cards off his bedside table, before sitting back down.

“I’m enjoying it because I’m with you.” 

Heat rushes to your face, flustered at his words. “No,”you playfully argued. “It’s okay, really. Let’s play a card game instead.” You push the empty plates away before you open the packaging that holds the deck of cards.

“Oh, that’s -” Jaehyun attempts to let out before you read the handwriting scribbled in permanent marker on the front of the package. 

“52 reasons why I love you?” You read aloud, looking up at Jaehyun curiously. “What’s this?”

He gently takes the card deck from you and out of its packaging, laying some cards in front of you. You read some of the cards with handwritten notes — I love the perfume you wear every time you leave the house; I love the way your tongue kinda sticks out when you’re so focused on something; I love your smile (it’s very pretty); I love the way you lip sync to your favorite song when you think no one is watching. 

“You told me to give you reasons why I want you and these are some of the reasons why I love you.” His voice shakes, clearly worried about your reaction. 

You carefully grab the remaining cards from his hands, reading through all the cards — a smile creeping onto your face as you get to the end of the deck — I love you because being around you feels like home.

“I know it isn’t much,” he halfheartedly chuckles. “But I have one more thing.” He grabs his laptop with his headphones that’s strategically placed at the foot of his bed. “I don’t know if you know, but Mark has this makeshift recording studio at his place and he helped me make something for you.” He pauses, typing and clicking away on his laptop’s keyboard. He opens an mp3 file before turning the laptop towards you. “Read this letter first before listening to the file — the letter and the song basically tells you everything you need to know.” 

You nod your head looking down at the envelope with your name on it. You look up when you feel a dip in the bed and see Jaehyun leaving. “Wait, where are you going?” You ask, worry written all over your face. 

“I’ll be outside. I just want you to listen to it alone.” He gives you a nervous smile before biting down on his bottom lip. “Come find me when you’re done, okay?”

You nod your head before Jaehyun walks out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Carefully opening the envelope, you take a deep breath before reading the letter.

I’m sorry I let you walk out this morning and made you go through the entire day worrying about where I stand when it comes to my feelings. I never want you to go a day without knowing how much I love you. When you walked through the apartment door for the first time, I felt my heart stop. You’re ethereal, damn near perfect to me. But I honestly thought that was it — you were just a beautiful roommate that I was going to live with but I was so wrong. You’re so patient, kind, considerate, and compassionate even when I didn’t deserve any of those things. Through the months living with you, there was this nagging feeling that I couldn’t ignore. Those emotions scared me, you scared me, so I was selfish and made you think I hated you in hopes that my feelings for you would go away, but it didn’t — it just made you think I hated you even though it was the complete opposite. Seeing you bring over other men ruined me. I wanted so badly to get over you or at least muster the courage to tell you how I felt about you but I was scared. My past relationships weren’t successful, as you can guess, and the idea of being so in love with someone scares the living shit out of me because it can easily be taken away at any moment. I didn’t want you to leave if you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to spend a day without you in my life regardless of whether you knew how I felt or not. This morning was eye opening, then I had to fuck it up by chickening out again. I’m sorry about that. When you walked out the door, there was a moment where it felt like you weren’t coming back and I knew I needed to keep you; to do everything I can to make you stay. I hope by the time you’re reading this, I’ve given you a few reasons why I want you…why I love you. I’m hoping the recording you’re about to hear ties everything together. 

Grabbing his headphones, you adjust the volume before pressing play on the mp3 file titled “completely.” You bring your knees to your chest, close your eyes, and you force yourself to focus on the lyrics. The feeling that overwhelmed you is indescribable — you smile at the lyrics made for you, your heart fluttering immensely as it continues to fill with love for Jaehyun. When the song ends, you selfishly replay it, forgetting that Jaehyun is waiting for you and drowning in his own anxiety. After your second time listening to it, you rip the headphones off and excitingly make your way to the door. 

You find Jaehyun pacing back and forth in the hallway biting down on his thumb restlessly waiting for you. 

Placing a gentle hand on his back, he turns to face you, eyes filled with worry that quickly disappears when you pull him into a kiss and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. 

“I-I’m assuming you liked it?” He asks between kisses. 

“I loved it,” you smile against his lips. Tugging on his shirt, you pull him into his bedroom and lead him to his bed. His mattress hits the back of his knees and causes him to fall onto his back. You push the scattered items further away from you, giving you more room to move around. As you climb on top of Jaehyun, his hands quickly find your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wait, wait,” he sighs as you pull your body away from him. “I hope you know I didn’t do all of this because I wanted to have sex with you again. I meant everything I said.”

You let out a small giggle. “I know,” you whisper against his lips. You gently pull his lips into yours, your hip rolling over his pelvis. “Is it okay if we do this?” You ask between kisses.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” he breathes before capturing your lips once again. 

You hum, nodding your head. “Take your pants off,” you softly command before feeling his hips lift off the bed. He uses both hands to push the fabric down his thighs then to his legs, pulling one leg out and using the other to push it off his ankles all while his lips never leave yours. You take note of the lack of underwear he has, smirking at his hardened length pressing against your clothed core. You lift the fabric of his shirt over his head before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. 

Jaehyun gulps at the sight of you, feeling vulnerable as you place chaste kisses against his soft skin. 

Licking a strip against his shaft, he gasps as a sudden wave of blood flows into his length, hardening under touch. You take his tip into your mouth before sinking him deeper, allowing his cock’s head to hit the back of your throat. A moan quickly escapes from his lips, his mouth agape at the pleasure he’s receiving. 

“Damn,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “This mouth will be the death of me.”

You smile against his cock before hollowing your cheeks, sucking on his shaft as his hand wraps around the nape of your neck, slowly guiding your head up and down. 

“Just like that,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re too good at this.” He props himself up with his free elbow, enjoying the delicious view in front of him. 

You lift your head, your spit glistening against your plump lips and stroking his erection slowly. “Too good?” You question with a smirk. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“Not at all, baby,” he sighs before you place a soft kiss on his lips. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip before his teeth capture it, tugging on it gently. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You tease, rubbing your thumb over his excited tip.

“No, please,” he begs.

“You’re very cute when you beg, you know that?”

“And you’re a tease, you know that?” He smirks, pulling your lips back down to his. 

You grin before placing kisses against his length, twitching under the soft touch of your swollen lips. Flattening your tongue, you take his entire cock into your mouth, gagging on it until a pool of saliva drools out and falls onto the base of his shaft, causing a string of Jaehyun’s favorite curses to leave his lips. You leave his cock with a pop, smiling up at him. 

Jaehyun tugs on your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it across his bedroom. You quickly remove your bottoms as Jaehyun places open and wet kisses against your abdomen. Pushing him back, you grab a condom from his bedside table remembering where he had them from this morning. You roll his condom onto his erection before you align your entrance with the tip. Jaehyun’s hands gripping your ass, your supple skin pillowing between his fingers. You ease your hips down his hard length, moaning at the stretch you’re still not used to. 

“So tight,” he murmurs under his breath, trying to steady his breathing as his tip dips into your needy cunt. “Maybe we need to do this more often to - fuck - to get you used to me,” he chuckles, licking your collarbone before sucking the skin into his mouth. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling it back to look up at you. “You’re naughty, you know that right?” A devilish grin pulls at your lips as you watch Jaehyun’s jaw drop, feeling your walls swallow his entire shaft selfishly. 

“Only for you,” he whispers, completely intoxicated by your presence. 

You roll your hips against him, your moans filling the space between his and your lips. Jaehyun grips your hips, helping you move up and down his shaft before smoothly switching positions with you under him. 

“This feels very familiar,” you giggle, licking your bottom lip. 

Jaehyun smiles down at you, his hips sensually moving into you. “You don’t have to say it back, but I do love you.” He sighs, peppering kisses against your cheek. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that to you.”

“Not at all,” you smile, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I love you, too.” 

You could feel him smile against your skin before his hips move rapidly into you. You feel Jaehyun’s tip kiss your sweet spot inside of you as he slowly rubs your clit with his finger. He’s timing your orgasm, ensuring he releases at the same time as you do. He feels your walls flutter against him and he takes notes of your moans now turning into tiny whimpers. Your back arches and you press your heels against his back, keeping him as close to you as he possibly can be. Within seconds, you and Jaehyun are coming in tandem — both of you desperately catching your breath. Slowly pulling out of you, he rids himself of his used condom before getting dressed and rejoining you in bed. 

You rest your head on his chest, your arm slinging over his abdomen as he strokes your hair endearingly. “I hope I gave you enough reasons,” he lets out, kissing your forehead. 

“More than enough,” you smile, your finger tracing his abdomen. You look up at him before kissing his cheek. “Also, I hope you know that now that I know you can sing, I’ll be asking you to sing to me all the time.”

Jaehyun shyly giggles, pulling you back down to his chest. You both lay there in silence, soaking in the moment you have with each other. 

“Oh!” Jaehyun lets out, sitting up in bed. You follow his actions, sitting up confused. “Before I forget, close your eyes.”

You smile nervously but you do as he asks.

“Stick out your wrist.”

You lift both wrists together, smiling cheekily. 

“Just one wrist, baby.” He laughs as he watches you drop your right hand to your side.

You feel something cold press against your skin and the weight of it feeling heavy on your wrist. “What is it?” You ask, your eyes still shut until he allows you to open it which he quickly does. 

Your eyes flutter open, your jaw dropping at the sight of the Cartier love bracelet around your wrist. “Wait, Jaehyun, is this real?” You lift your wrist, examining the bracelet up close.

“Yeah, I bought it today.”

“No, wait,” you stumble on your words. “I-I can’t accept this, this is expensive. Return it and get your money back.” Before you could remove the bracelet from your wrist, Jaehyun grabs your hand and halts your movements. 

“It’s really no problem. If you’re worried about it being expensive, just know it didn’t put a dent in my bank account, I promise.” 

You open your mouth to protest, only for him to shush you as his finger is pressed against your lips.

“I’d give you the entire world if I could,” he smiles. “But since that’s physically impossible, I’ll do my best to give you everything else.”

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im sorry brown eyed community, i have failed you :(

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- NSFW- a little light angst hitting here now, it's still decently light hearted, an INTENSE sex scene, we are back at the hospital for most of this chap! Warnings- light violence, there is also some insinuation over overuse of prescription meds, smacking (during sex), rough sex, oral sex (m and f receiving) teasing, prone bone, creampie. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 12k (longest by farrr)

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

♡ Reblogs and comments appreciated, LONG chap to make up for taking so long ♡

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Part Five

Maki is snickering into her hand, while you palm your forehead, watching Satoru Gojo, your… boyfriend/lover!?- knock your ex down like he is nothing. Satoru is straddling Mahito, laughing maniacally, pulling back and punching his face with a resounding thwack.

“Oooh! We need snacks, Yuta bring em baby.” Yuta eagerly yanks the chips and dip, they both start munching as you glare at them. “What?”

“My money is on Dr. Gojo.” Yuta says.

“Well duh, no bets here!”

“You guys…”

Toge watches with a small smile, coming to stand next to you now, hands in his pockets. “Are you betting too?”

“No.” He says simply, and Maki and Yuta are munching on the chips, as Satoru is punching Mahito again, who is rolling over and grimacing in pain.

“He wants ‘em both beat up.” Yuta says, Toge lets out a little laugh, surprising you, but it’s hard to focus on your chaotic ass roomies when Mahito is getting the breaks beat off him by your very tall, very strong boyfriend. You’d be lying if you didn’t get this flutter in your tummy from it, from how good he looks, the pure manliness of him.

“You’re simping so hard.” Maki teases.

“Shush!”

“Who the fuck are you… ah shit… fuck…” Mahito pulls out from under Satoru now, getting on top of him for just a minute, and you go to yank him off now, surprising him and making Satoru laugh, knuckles sprinkled with blood.

“Mahito what the fuck are you doing? You’re going to need a doctor if you don’t stop now.” You shove at him, he glares, grabbing your wrist.

“If you’d just talk to me, and stop running like you always do.”

“Ah-ah. Off her now.” Satoru goes to walk up, but you hold your hand up, shaking your head.

“We broke up, what more do you need?” He sighs, putting back on these big sad gray eyes, trying to step closer to you, but you step back.

“Sweetheart we just need to talk is all, I don’t want to give up on us, even if you clearly have a… mistake you’ve made.”

“Mistake!? We’ve been done for months! And he’s not a mistake.”

“He is, you just don’t know better. Just give me a moment and I’ll leave you alone forever-”

“Gaslighter.” Toge grumbles, Satoru, Maki and Yuta all laugh, your living room is pure chaos, now Satoru is eating snacks while shirtless and messy, you notice, shaking your head at the people surrounding you.

“Satoru is my boyfriend now, and it’s none of your business. We are done. Talking alone won’t change it.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” He whispers, leaning close, making you tense in disgust.

Fuck you had bad taste didn’t you?

“I am not doing anything to you, you’re the one coming here and punching my boyfriend, uninvited, crashing our party. I need you to leave.”

“Please just…” He grabs your shoulders, the entire room tenses, you wonder if he realizes everyone in here will beat the shit out of him. “Walk me to my car then, and give me just a minute.”

“No way.” Gojo says.

“No fucking way.” Maki says now.

“Fine.”

“What!?” Your friends all shout, even Toge, and you sigh.

“I’ll walk him out and we can get back to Friendsgiving. Okay?” You shake off his touch, walking next to him out of the door, Satoru pauses you, hand on your back.

“You sure?” He murmurs.

“Yes, I’ll be back in a minute.” You kiss his cheek, before stepping out into the evening, seeing your ex coughing just a bit, holding his ribs, you can’t help but feel a little satisfaction. “Listen…”

“No, you listen. I’m willing to forgive all your mistakes, take you back.” You blink at his audacity, while he caresses your cheek, your fingers itch to smack his hand off. “I love you enough to forgive you.”

“Mahito you never loved me, you only love yourself.”

“How can you say that? After all I did, after I stayed with you during all that schooling, during all that interning?”

“You didn’t support me, you just whined and were needy. Don’t even get me started on the rumors of you fucking around too.”

“I never-”

“Enough.” You cut him off again, shaking your head. “I have moved on, I admit I didn’t pay enough attention, but y’know med school is a bitch, and I was exhausted. I needed someone to just… be with me. Not demanding this, or that. I can’t deal with that anymore. Just let it go.”

“You’re such a cold bitch.” You glare then, smacking him right in the face, he glares right back, raising his hand to his cheek, stepping closer.

“Are you serious? No, I’m not cold, and you will not call me a bitch ever again. Literally, I’m done, you’re making a mutual breakup hell.”

“How can you leave me if you loved me?” 

“I… don’t think I did.” You start to let it sink in, what you felt the entire relationship wasn’t like one minute with Satoru, even the moment you met him, not that you can call it love yet, it’s too soon and scary.

But those feelings? Blow anything you’ve had out of the water.

“As I said you’re cold, and a-”

“If you call me a bitch one more time, I will dislocate your jaw and relocate it. You got me?” You ask with a pretty smile, and he steps back, going to his car door now and opening it.

“We’re not done with this conversation.”

“Yes we are.”

He speeds off, peeling tires, you roll your eyes, shaking when you step back into the house, Satoru has one of Yuuta’s shirts on now, it’s clinging to his muscles, way too small on his broad chest. They all look at you, Satoru holds up a glass of wine and you take it gratefully, while he pulls you against his side.

“You okay baby?” You nod, sipping the wine and sighing.

“Are you okay? He hit you.”

“Psh, that? Nah he didn’t do shit.” He taps his abdomen, when the stove starts beeping from the kitchen, you gasp when you see smoke, running over to it now, opening it and seeing the smoking turkey.

“Is it savable? Should I perform CPR?” Maki says worriedly, once the smoke clears however you have an only slightly darkened turkey, turning and grinning at them.

“It’s fine! A little well done.” You’re fanning it, and Satoru’s snorting in laughter.

“Your house is chaotic.” He says then.

Your heart hammers in your chest. Is it too much? He already doesn’t want commitment, and now you have baggage and-

“Love it.” Satoru puts his arms around Yuta and Maki's shoulders now. “I’m cutting the bird, daddy’s home you know.”

“Daddy’s home!?” Maki demands, snorting.

“Gojo I’m not calling you daddy.” He wiggles his brows, letting them go and then grabbing oven mits, helping you pull the turkey up and out, then leaning close after he shuts the oven door.

“Bet you will next time I get you alone.”

*****

Two days later

Friendsgiving turned out fun, but it’s back to work now, you’re getting changed into your scrubs, when your bra gets caught on your sweater. “Shit… Toge, could you help out?”

He’s the only one in there with you that you’re comfy with, but he turns bright red, just staring at your back. He then runs off, slamming his locker, leaving your upper half folded into the sweater, you curse internally, you’re already having a shitty morning. You found a zit on your face, you are a little hungover from too much wine, and you barely got sleep last night.

And now, you’re late, and Gojo hates when one of you is late, for someone so relaxed and late himself to shit, he seems to have no tolerance for it from his interns. You hastily keep trying to get out of your sweater until your arms are trapped, and you hear your name being called out, then a burst of laughter.

“Intern, ya need help?” Comes Satoru's amused voice, you glare into your sweater.

“Oh just do it!” He comes to you, quickly unlatching your bra, you free yourself, hair a mess, exhaling and looking at him, expecting amusement, but he's staring at your exposed breasts, eyes dilated. “Not gonna make fun of me?”

He gulps now, helping get the soft threads from the hooks of your bra strap. “Too pretty.”

You feel the heat on your cheeks from his praise. “Oh?”

“Oh. Turn around.” He clears his throat, you turn and he helps re snap your bra on, fingertips trailing down between your shoulder blades, making you tremble, when Dr. Nanami walks in suddenly, you step away, but Gojo’s fingertips stay.

“Satoru, seriously?” Nanami says. Satoru clears his throat now, looking at you when you turn, throwing the scrub top over your chest.

“Was helping her, she was… stuck.”

“That's what we're calling it?”

“I really was stuck, Doctor Nanami.” He shakes his head and sighs.

“Be more cautious.” He goes to his locker now, taking his jacket and shirt off, when you see him you're enamored for just a moment, earning Satoru standing in front of you.

“Are you checking him out!?”

“What!? No! I swear. No?” Nanami smiles just a bit, you swear you see him smirk, though you’re not sure if it’s your imagination.

“You'll make me jealous.” Satoru pouts and you giggle, looking around before giving him a little kiss.

“I love your body. He's just built like a whole action star, it threw me off. It's ridiculous how jacked he is.” You whisper, Satoru scoffs.

“I heard all of that, you know. You two calm down, get to work.” Nanami says, all dressed now and serious.

“Yes sir!” You both salute him, darting out now.

“You think he's hot!” Satoru huffs.

“Satoru really? Are you getting jealous?” He glares now, stomping away. “Really now?”

“You get to do charts, missy.” Satoru orders minutes later, as Maki and Yuta try to keep their laughter in, handing you stacks of them.

“What, I swear you're so immature!”

“Am not. Your turn for charts. Maki, wanna scrub in?” Maki grins.

“Sorry he's mad at you, but hell yeah.” You glare at the both of them, setting the charts down on the table with a sigh.

“Oh whatever. Go on then.” Satoru leans down over you as you plop down in the seat, breath tickling your ear, lips just a tease.

“You're my girlfriend and my intern.” You pause again, it makes you way too happy when he says it, damn near giddy. “Check him out with your mouth wide open again and I'll never let you out of paperwork.”

“My mouth was not open!” He just smirks and everyone runs off to their assignments.

Sleeping with your boss has the opposite of perks.

*****

Your hands are aching from paperwork, you’re stretching them as Satoru enters the elevator now, still glaring at you, you both are silent as the doors shut. You gently brush the backs of your fingers against his, thinking he’s so mad still he may pull away, but he brushes his back, looking down at you then with those eyes of his, the ones that ruin you.

“Satoru, I was just teasing, I think… well I think you’re the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, okay?” You say softly, he grins then, big wolfy grin.

“Knew it.”

“Oh god.” You roll your eyes, pulling your hand away, he turns and presses you against the wall now, making your breath catch. Your hands slid up his white lab coat, as his lips were just a breath away.

“I was jealous. I only want you looking at me.” He kisses you softly, a brush of his lips now.

“For someone who doesn’t ever want anything serious, you’re very serious about this.” He blinks, pulling back now, and you curse under your breath. “Sorry, I’ve been holding shit in I think.”

“About the no marriage thing? I thought you understood.” He eases back, you sigh, looking down at your shoes then.

“I understand just fine, but it’s nowhere near how I feel about relationships.”

“Are you so old fashioned?” He teases, you shrug, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess. Like I could maybe go without the paper, but I want to live with the person I end up in love with, I want kids.”

He blinks in confusion. “As a doctor?”

“Yes, as a doctor. I want a family of my own, I don’t really have one.” You break off a bit as it’s quiet now. “None of those things have to happen now, but they are things I will want in the future. I absolutely love being with you, but I don’t know if I can sacrifice that.” He blinks once more, opening his mouth and then closing it.

“Are you saying we’re done already?” He whispers, you shake your head then, a hand on his shoulder.

“Not at all. It’s just I don’t know what the future would be for us. I’m overthinking it, I know we’ve only hooked up and had like a couple dates. But…”

“I just can’t change overnight.” He says, breaking you now.

“I know. I don’t expect you to, but I had to get it out there, it’s been eating at me is all. For now, take it one day at a time?” He nods, leaning down and cupping your face, and you feel far too much.

“I respect what you want. Can you respect what I want?”

You nod, and he exhales again, kissing you, as the elevator dings, you both separate just in time, walking side by side, his kiss radiating off your lips. “I am sorry I threw that on you…” You murmur.

“Nah, it’s fine, intern.” He smiles just a bit. “How about another date, you need to make it up to me.”

“I can do that if you take me off chart duty.” He snorts, nodding then. “All right, date where?”

“Do you get motion sickness?” You giggle at the question, curiously shaking your head. “Alright then meet me after your shift.”

“Sounds good, Doctor Gojo.” You ache to kiss him then, you feel awful for having spilled all of that out, but he’s giving you a bright smile, so you hope everything will work itself out.

“Sutures now.”

“Really?” You glare, and he sticks his tongue out. Clearly he’s not done punishing you for the day.

You’re later sitting and stitching up a patient’s shoulder, when Maki walks in, all excited and waving her arms, breathless and excited. “Bitch we decannulated a fucking heart.”

“Oh go on, rub it in.” Yuta grumbles, the patient watches you all with amusement, you smile apologetically.

“Intern things.” You explain, when Toge comes in, glaring at you suddenly. “What are you so mad about?”

He says nothing, sitting down in a seat, as do Yuta and Maki, nibbling on snacks, the shift is finally almost done for the day. “You decannulate a heart and I was stuck on baby duty with Dr. Shoko.”

“Dr. Shoko is awesome though.” You counter, Yuta sighs.

“Sure, but I want to decannulate hearts. Who did you work under, Maki?”

“Dr. Gojo. Thanks for pissing him off babes.” She winks at you, the patient giggles now as you finish up.

“Have you angered your boyfriend?” They ask, you gasp, and Yuta and Maki snicker, but Toge still is glaring. “Or… is he your boyfriend?”

“Toge? No he’s my best friend, or he was. He’s mad at me.”

“Clearly.” The patient agrees, Toge stands then, glaring at you once more, walking right out, Maki and Yuta make an ‘oooh’ sound.

“What’s wrong this time?” You demand, and Yuta sighs, nibbling on his cookie and leaning back.

“You’re with Gojo, it’s got him upset. Plus I heard you got naked right in front of Toge this morning.”

“Whatever, I got stuck in my sweater and he ran. We all get naked, you know, it’s a locker room.” You’re using the antiseptic carefully, bandaging the patient up now. “How are you feeling?”

“The morphine is great.” You three snort in laughter now. “How’d you piss both your boyfriends off?”

“Oh god.” You lean back in your spin chair, yanking off your latex gloves and tossing them in the waste bin then. “I angered the one boyfriend by saying Dr. Nanami was hot.”

“You wanna bang the entire hospital.” Maki earns you throwing a paper cup in her direction. “What? It’s true.”

“Says you. Oh… they’re together, too.” You whisper to the patient, earning both of them blushing.

“No wonder Toge’s mad at you, you’re annoying.” Yuta sticks his tongue out now, and you smirk, wiggling your brows.

“Oh am I? Thought you all loved me!?”

“We do sometimes.” Yuta grins at you.

“Keep pissing him off please.” Maki says, standing and winking.

“Keep pissing who off?” Comes Doctor Gojo’s voice now, as he waltzes right into the room, and the patient gasps.

“Oh, no wonder, I’d date him too.” Gojo snorts, covering his face for a moment, as you’re a blushing mess now.

“Right? I’m the most handsome doctor, hmm?” He grins at the patient, who has to fan themselves then.

“Oh yes.”

“See? Maybe if you agreed you could have decannulated a heart.” Gojo says, and you sigh, standing up now.

“No date.”

“What!?”

You walk right past him, and soon Gojo has chased you down, you glare at him before shutting yourself in one of the bunk rooms, Satoru sneaks right in though, devious smirk still on his handsome face when he presses you against the door. Your breath catches, being alone with him always sets you on fire, the way his big hands slip under your scrub top.

Your body reacts when his hands press into your waist, sliding up the curve of it, thumbs under the swells of your breasts in your lacy bra. Your own hands glide up his chest, resting where his heart is thudding steadily, you see the glint in his pretty eyes, how they’re lidded, lashes casting shadows on his face in the dark little room.

“My intern is kind of a brat.” Gojo’s voice is husky, you giggle then, shaking your head. “Oh no? She’s been really bratty all day.”

“Maybe you should cheer her up a bit?” You tease, he moans softly, kissing you, tongues entwining as his hand slips down your tummy, it trembles when his fingers go under the waistband of your scrubs.

“Cheer you up, like this? Fuck…” He moans when he finds you, soaking wet against your panties, you whine out softly, covering your mouth then, when he rolls his finger in a little circle.

Gojo could say he did not want to date or even do anything but fuck, and you fear your body would go along with it. You’re crying out when you kiss him again, when he bends down and angles his arm just so, rubbing your clit side to side, pinching it with two long fingers. You’re rubbing him over his scrub pants then, feeling him thicken under your touch, he gasps against your neck.

“Fuck you’re so wet, baby. All for me, hmm?” You nod eagerly, as he nips your neck with sharp teeth. “Say it.”

“All f-for you-” Both of your pagers go off then, you curse, overheated, as does he, adjusting himself with a wince. “Dammit.”

“I know.” He cups your face with one hand gently, brushing back your hair gently, sending shivers down your spine at how good you feel when he looks at you. “Tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kisses you once more, then you both walk out, as an ambulance is waiting out front, carrying a woman on a stretcher, you both run out then together, Gojo starts asking questions as you get a look at her, covered in blood.

“Car accident?” He says, and the EMT nods.

“There is glass everywhere.” He takes his hand off where he’s applied pressure on her chest, you take over, placing your hand where there is blood gushing out, she smiles up at you as if she’s fine.

“You’re pretty.” She says, you smile softly then, as does Satoru.

“She is, isn’t she?” He says with a wink, as you all start walking her into the hospital and through the halls.

“You’re pretty too. Pretty doctors.” She muses with a giggle, you realize she’s so clearly in shock then.

“Right, we have all kinds of pretty doctors here.” You whisper, and now as you get into a room, Satoru starts ordering everyone, from the nurse’s assistant, to the nurses. They start hooking her up to an IV and oxygen, your hand is still pressed firmly against the wound, which is bleeding under your touch.

“Can you tell us your name, love?” Satoru asks, while everyone starts flitting around her, and Satoru is checking her stomach, seeing the wounds on her skin, but he maintains his calm and sweet demeanor, amazing you and everyone that ever watches him.

“Yes, my name is Michelle, pretty Doctor.” He smirks, you smile at her, while she finally looks down at where your hand is pressed.

“Call me Doctor Gojo. Alright Michelle?” 

“Doctor Gojo. And your name?” She repeats it, sighing then. “And you’re keeping me from bleeding out? You’re an angel.”

“She’s no angel.” Gojo teases, she laughs a bit then winces. “I know I’m hilarious but you’re not allowed to laugh, that’s an order.”

“Got it.” She takes a breath as Gojo gently takes your hand off her stomach.

“It stopped bleeding, that’s perfect. Good job intern.”

“I just put pressure, that’s all. Should I wrap her and get her to CT?”

“Perfect. After that give me the results so we can see our next step. Also, Miwa can you pump our lovely patient full of the good stuff?” He asks, earning Michelle’s grin when Miwa hits the button.

“Oh I’m in love with you Doctor.”

“Everyone is.” You roll your eyes and smile as he comes over to you then, leaning close to your ear. “We may be late for our date.”

“We can always rain check you know.” He peeks at his watch, humming to himself then.

“It’ll be too late for what I want to do when we finish, so let’s try tomorrow. Alright get to it, intern.”

You take Michelle to get a CT scan, and soon you’re in Doctor Gojo’s office, you’re so fatigued you can feel the day starting to creep on you, yawning as you hand him scan, he hangs it up on the board, turning on the light. You both stand over it, you feel a little dizzy, barely having eaten all day, like you’ll fall on your feet, but you push through.

 “Can I ask you something, intern?” Satoru’s voice makes you focus.

“Sure Doctor Gojo.”

“You want kids when you’re going on a seventeen hour shift?” He raises a thin white brow, you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the question.

“I don’t want to stay doing trauma, Doctor Gojo.” Your admission has him confused, clearly.

“No?” He crosses his arms, looking at you curiously.

“No, I ideally would enjoy working for a cardiovascular office, but of course I have a lot to learn and go before I can do that.”

“So you’ll leave me when your internship ends?”

“I didn’t say all that. I think that if I had a family I’d need a more manageable schedule is all. But, why ask? I understand you won’t, and we are far, far from getting to anywhere like that anyway.”

“Did your ex want ‘em? Kids.”

“Yuck.” He snorts then. “Sure he did, but thank god I didn’t go there with him, what I felt for him…”

“Go on.”

“Satoru, we should focus.”

“What you felt for him?”

“It’s nothing like what I feel for you.” He exhales, eyes locking on yours, drifting to your lips. “Not even a tiny bit of what I feel, which is fucking scary.”

“It is scary, isn’t it? But you’re brave hmm?” His voice is like a caress that washes over you, as he steps so close to you, filling your nostrils with his expensive cologne, your body thrumming with want for him.

“I try to be.” Your voice is just a breath, really.

“I think you’re perfect for the trauma ward, I can’t convince you but I think you’d be bored doing anything else. And maybe I’ll convince you that you don’t want a little brat whining.” You glare at him, the spell he’s cast over.

“Satoru, you're the worst.” He’s chuckling now.

“I’ll make you work under Shoko all goddamn month, nothing but whiny babies slobbering all over your scrubs.”

“I love babies, so go for it.” He rolls his pretty blue eyes, shaking his head and pointing to her scan then.

“Sure you do. Alright, now take a look brat.”

“Brat!? You’re the brat here.” You lean forward, evaluating the scan, seeing her tummy then. “No internal bleeding whatsoever.”

“Mmhmm, she got lucky, what else do you see?”

“Aside from the nasty gash she had, just blunt abdominal trauma, of course her face also needs stitches in several areas from the airbag going off. Her spleen is a little swollen though?”

“So the best course of action?”

“Laparotomy.”

“Good girl.” You melt, and he knows it, leaning down and tapping your nose. “Wanna scrub in?”

“Is this our date!? Yes!” He pops a kiss on your nose now, the tension of your earlier conversations fading now.

Soon you’re scrubbing in with Satoru, masks on, he’s got his surgical glasses propped up on his nose as he starts drying his hands with you. “You know what we’re doing here, right?”

“Yes, I will follow your orders Daddy Gojo.” You wink and he snorts in laughter, leaning close to you for a moment.

“You make fun of that but just wait.”

“Mmhmm.”

You follow him into the O.R. which is freezing cold, goosebumps prick along your arms, the lights overhead glaring brightly, Michelle is already out. There are heat packs on her legs and arms when you start prepping her, Gojo’s hand is on your back when you are ready, giving you a gentle push forward, you blink in surprise then, looking at him.

“I’ll guide you through this one.” He murmurs, your heart thuds in your chest, as the surgical nurse starts handing you tools, you’re shaking internally but on the outside you are completely steady, so ready to show him what you can do.

The beeps of the monitors are a steady rhythm as you both work side by side, he is cutting into her skin with a scalpel, the smell of the disinfectant and antiseptic fill the room, but it mixes with Satoru’s scent. Gojo’s voice is calm, guiding you through the process, and you focus intently, not wanting to make a single mistake. This wasn’t a cadaver, it was a person.

Every movement is precise and careful, as you exhale into your mask, pressing down and separating the layer of fat over the spleen. “Perfect, you’re doing great.” He assures you, making the tension in your shoulders ease.

“Thank you Doctor.” Satoru begins to take over his incision, as you pack around it, watching his movements like a hawk, then you notice it, a faint little glimmer in several places on her spleen.

You look up at Gojo, and his eyes are narrowed, he’s frowning now. He leans in closer, looking at the area you’re working on.

“You’ve found something, haven’t you intern?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You whisper, and he takes the scalpel from your hand, making a small cut, and you see it, a tiny piece of glass embedded in the muscle. “A few pieces of glass, they don’t appear to be very big though.”

“Good catch intern. We’ll have to remove it carefully, we don’t want to cause more damage. So I think on this part you should watch me work my magic, hmm?” The nurses in the room sigh in adoration, you smile behind your mask at his overt confidence, but you love it actually.

“Yes of course, I’d love to watch.” You hand him the tools, watching as he works with the precision of a master sculptor, his hands work with effortless grace as he is carefully removing the shards of glass without causing any further harm. “You’re so precise.”

“You have to be, but it comes with practice. There.” The shards of glass make a little tink sound as he puts them in the metal dish.

The surgery continues, and you assist where you can, his hands guiding yours, showing you the right amount of pressure, the right angle to hold the tools. You’re lost in the rhythm of it, the focus so intense it’s almost meditative, it’s so comfortable working side by side with him, you try to absorb everything he’s showing you, hoping it all sinks into your brain.

You can’t even imagine being as good as he is, when he’s stitching her up, the sutures were absolutely perfect, but he gestures for you to come over when he’s stitching her skin. “Now, put those sutures to work, intern.” He teases, standing behind you.

“Is that why you had me on suture duty?” You whisper, taking the needle and thread, gently pulling.

“Nah, I was totally punishing you.” His words in your ear make you heat up, you shake it off, focusing, and as the time ticks by, the surgery is a success, you’re both exhausted but exhilarated. You step back, letting the nurses clean up, and Gojo turns to you, pulling down his mask.

“You did good, Intern.” He says, his voice tired but proud, and you feel a warm glow spread through your chest at his praise.

“Thank you Doctor Gojo.”

It’s only about an hour later than your shift, but your friends have already gone home, as you and Satoru get changed in the locker room. It’s so comfortable with him, everything, surgery, the quiet in the mornings and afternoons, it makes you wonder at the ease it is to just be with him.

He surprises you when you’re taking off your scrub top, his big hands grabbing at your waist, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck. “You know, if you want kids so bad, we could pretend that I’m knocking you up.”

The filthy thoughts he’s putting in your brain wreck you, you shove them down as best as you can. “You’re the worst, Hojo.”

He snorts, as you turn, his fingers caressing up and down your waist, you nervously peek around. “No baby I’m the best.”

You’re aching for him, for his fingers caressing your skin, wanting him so much you can’t stand it. All the memories of the other night fill you, remembering his lips, his touch. His…

“We shouldn’t.”

“Mmm, I know.” He kisses you then, mouth pressing against yours, your lips part in a gasp as his tongue overtakes your mouth, swirling with yours, as he presses your back against the locker. “Could fill you up with so much cum though, huh?”

“Shh.” You’re melting in his arms, as he’s slipping his hands down your hips, your back, gripping your ass over your jeans, your nipples press through your lacy bra against his hard chest, your hands entwining in his silky white locks. You feel your tummy clenching with desire when he pulls you against him.

“Come to my place for a bit.” He eases back as you both hear footsteps, Suguru walks in looking exhausted, smirking at the two of you then.

“The star intern, hmm? How’d the car accident surgery go?” He asks, heading to his locker and easing off his coat, Satoru covers your face then, you giggle.

“Stop it!”

“No I don’t need you ogling him, brat.” Suguru’s chuckle fills the room, you yank down his hand and Satoru’s face is directly in front of yours.

“Am I that attractive that you’re worried about me?” Suguru asks, you turn and slip your sweater on then.

“Sure are baby boy.” Satoru blows Suguru kisses.

“Ugh, you sure you wanna date this guy?” Suguru asks, you turn and find he’s already slipped on a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Of course she does, I’m amazing.” Satoru says, you finish getting your things together as Suguru, you and Satoru leave the hospital, all completely wiped.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow, lovebirds.” He says with a yawn, leaving Satoru and you by your giant old SUV.

“Why do you drive this ancient thing?” You glare at him.

“It’s my baby.”

“It’s hideous.”

“Well, I’m not coming over.”

He presses you against the car door, hands on either side of you. “Yeah you are, I’ll even let you stay the night.”

“You let girls stay the night? Isn’t that too much for a Hojo?” Satoru sighs, easing back just a bit as you take a breath.

“I liked cuddling with you, alright?” Your heart beats fast inside your chest at his soft confession. “You can wear one of my big shirts.”

“It’s sounding better and better… maybe.”

“I’ll make cocoa.”

“Sold. Follow you there?” With another kiss you’re back in your car, nerves hitting as you think of seeing his home, it’s not very far as you drive in the evening, right behind Satoru’s fancy little sports car.

When you pull up it’s about as beautiful as you imagined it would be, if not exceeding your expectations, the house is gorgeous and huge, but nothing as ostentatious as his parents mansion. It was a little more simple and modern, you step out of the car into the chilled air that’s rapidly cooling, making you shiver just a bit when he hops out of his car.

“It’s beautiful here.” You murmur, walking up to the porch now, Satoru unlocks the doors, ushering you in, you don’t know what you expect it to look like inside, but it’s so warm and inviting, the cream colored walls and polished wooden floors. The living room has a giant modern couch and a wall of windows showing the city skyline, black curtains pulled back just so.

“My humble abode.” You both take off your shoes then.

“Humble!? Nothing about you is humble.”

“Sure I am. I like your place too, you know.”

“Mine looks so trash now.”

“Nah, your place is just very lived in.” Your eyes dart around, it’s stupidly clean, aside from papers scattered across the dining room table, his kitchen is huge and has the newest stainless steel appliances, making your old oven and fridge look like shit honestly. But, it’s gorgeous, just like Doctor Gojo.

You eye a large black piano, a baby grand then, you have one of those collecting dust in the attic, it was your dad’s and it hurts too much to look at. But you remember playing next to him as he taught you, you remember loving it so much until he was gone, you wonder if you remember it, how to tap on the keys like you used to.

You realize you’re in a deep memory when his hands on your shoulders jolt you. “Like the piano or something?” He asks, you look away then, and he sees a glimmer in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Just memories, sorry.” You brush your eyes, irritated at the emotions, looking away now.

“Why say sorry? What memories?”

“Just… I used to enjoy the piano. Do you play?” You ask, trying to keep your voice bright.

“A little, but it’s more for the aesthetic. Do you still play?”

“It’s been so long but, I was pretty good at it.” Your fingers run over the keys delicately.

“Would you play for me? I’ll make us that cocoa.” You feel your nerves as you nod, sitting down now.

“Let’s see if I remember anything.” The piano is well cared for, and the keys are smooth under your fingers as you start playing, the melody to a song you’ve had stuck in your head from a long time ago.

Satoru hears the melody then, and he watches you, enamored as he sees the way your fingers dance across the keys. You are clearly being modest because your level of experience seems ridiculous. Your brows go together in concentration, the soft lights overhead dancing across your pretty face, casting little shadows on your delicate features.

Fuck you’re pretty.

Your words earlier hurt him, to think he could lose you before he has even had a chance with you, somehow Satoru already misses you when he’s not in your presence, and it makes him ache. He knows he hurt you when he told you how he is, and that you could likely have anyone, just look at you, beautiful, smart, funny. Talented not just as an intern, but so much more.

He doesn’t know if he’s expressed just how much he cares, just how much he feels so quickly. You are smiling up at him, a little nervous he can tell, he should be making the cocoa but he’s frozen in place, as you don’t even look at the keys, fingers drifting across effortlessly. He’s seen your steady hands at work today, but now they glide perfectly, like you’re made to play.

You slow down then, finishing the melody, one he’s never heard, but it feels sweet and nostalgic somehow to him, it feels a bit like being with you. It was so easy to hold you in his arms, to watch that cute nose scrunch up when he taps it, it was easy to work with you. So easy it scares the fuck out of him.

But when he was inside of you? 

God that made it to where all he can think about is sinking inside your heat again, of burying his face between your thighs, lapping your juices up, and fuck there was so much, you get so wet for him. He’s never felt anything like his cock inside your perfect pussy, like your lips against his, there was nothing like when he’d cum inside you.

But you do want different things, and Satoru couldn’t give you that, could he? He couldn’t give you a ring and a wedding, and he’d never wanted kids. He’d want you to himself, he’d want you two to do anything and everything, and he wants these things insanely fast, a pace that terrifies him.

He gets jealous when men look at you already, and they all do, the beautiful intern with the sweet smile, even Nanami and Suguru had mentioned how pretty and sweet you were in passing. He had been angry before he even got with you, before he even felt you, before he even kissed you, even that day you had walked in for the first time.

He’d tried to ask you out, he honestly thought he’d love to fuck you, he didn’t date really, but you not were just hard to get, you intrigued him, your mind and how it works, the way you feel so passionately. You’re a little insane, you break the rules, you are competitive as fuck, he started admiring that all so much, along with your scent, your looks, your energy.

Satoru has it bad for you, in fact in his almost thirty four years he has never felt like this, he can’t think of anything but you. All the girls he’d messed with previously he’s had to firmly turn down, because just your kisses alone are better than anything they can do for him. You are something else, driving him to think of more, to question more, in the hospital and out of it.

But could you really handle all of him, the parts he has never shown anyone, aside from his best friends, the depression he hides behind jokes and smiles, the vices he has. Things he’d never share in a million fucking years with any woman, but he wants to share them with you, he wants you to know him, but when you really do, on top of your differences?

You’d probably leave him.

“You’re insanely good. How long has it been?” He asks then, your cheeks turn this cute shade, you’re biting your lower lip, hands falling off the keys nervously.

“Years, I guess the muscle memory is still there. Um… I played with my dad.” Satoru sits next to you on the bench then, his eyes on you are so intense it’s like he’s peering into your soul, you blush and look back down, continuing to play, feeling the emotions flow through your fingertips.

“Did he teach you?” Satoru asks softly.

“Yeah, he did. But I don’t think anyone was as good as him, he was a professional for sure. Now it’s gathering dust.” Satoru brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear as you finish and he’s quiet for a moment.

“That was beautiful, how you play.” He says, so softly you almost don’t hear it, but his words warm you up inside, making your heart flutter.

“Thank you, Satoru. Thank you.” You feel emotions hitting when he leans down, kissing you on the piano bench, so soft and sweet, not the hungry passionate kisses that you two have shared. It’s so gentle it breaks your heart, you pull back then, blinking tears back. “I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you, about your opinions. I respect them, I promise I don’t want to change you.”

He gulps then, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I don’t want to change you either, I want to know you, know all of you.” His hands slip down to your waist now, pressing you against his side as he hugs you, resting his chin on your head. “Every bit, what makes you tick.”

“I want to know you.” You kiss up his throat now, earning a quiet little moan, pecking a trail up his sharp jaw, all the way to his ear. “I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you crazy.”

“You make me fucking crazy.” He lays you down then, right on the piano bench, kissing down your throat, your back arches, his hands slipping up your sweater. “You turn me on by suturing a spleen somehow.”

You giggle, breathless, he hovers over you, soft white hair falling just so, you brush it back as his swirling blue storms drink you in. “You’d turn me on more if I got to see you decannulate a heart.”

Satoru smirks, shaking his head. “You were a bad girl, maybe that will teach you, hmm?”

“Maybe it will. Maybe I need more lessons-ah!” Satoru snatches you up then, your legs are around his narrow hips, arms wrapping his neck, his hands gripping your ass over denim as he carries you through his stunning house, directly into his bedroom, spotless aside from rumpled sheets, he lays you down then, you hastily pull your top off, as he works your jeans.

He’s wiggling them down off your hips, leaving you in your bra and panties, you yank off his shirt, revealing his chiseled frame, the one that makes your pussy clench around nothing. Just looking at his hard body, when he’s down to just his black boxers, laying over you and yanking you by your hips, his hands press into your pelvis as his lips kiss down your tummy.

Satoru’s lapping at the lacy fabric covering your cunt now, tongue slathering the thin material, as he looks up at you, so sexy you can’t really explain, you can’t explain what it’s like to have Satoru Gojo between your thighs. He’s open mouth kissing you through your fabric, teasing you, as your wetness drools down, making your panties sticky and dewy.

“Please, Satoru…” He is looking up at you under his snowy lashes, lips turning up at one corner, toying with your panties now, a finger just barely brushing, your hips jerk, soaking him from a touch.

“Please what, baby?” Satoru asks, feigning innocence.

“Please take them off.” Your voice is hoarse, he kisses back up your tummy, now lavishing your nipples over the lace, your fingers grip his strong shoulders, head falling back in pleasure. “Take that off too.”

“So slutty for me, aren’t you? Desperate, whiny, almost pathetic for me, but not quite enough.” His words fuck you mentally then, you’re sputtering, trying to think of a damn thing to say when he’s biting your nipples over the lace.

“Please! Off, please, please off.” Soft cries echo in his quiet room, Satoru smirks then, leaning on one arm over you, the other rubbing your clit over your panties in little circles. “Satoru t-take em off.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He cooes, smacking your pussy then, you yelp at it, making you ache, you go to slide them off and he grabs your wrists with one big hand.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good Satoru. Please.” You look up at him, tears of frustration in your eyes, he moans then, kissing you, slowly unsnapping your bra, tossing it on the floor, staring at your pretty titties hungrily.

“Look at you, fuck.” You’re pulling at him desperately, tugging him closer, until he’s got a thigh between yours, and you’re grinding your cunt on him. “So desperate you’ll hump my thigh?”

“Shh.” Is all you manage, cheeks flushed as you rub up and down, he’s kissing you, chuckling like the cocky asshole he is. “Need you, please.”

He pauses then at your words, leaning up and looking down at you, his expression going feral then, pupils shrunk to pinpoints. “Need me?”

“Need you now.” He groans, finally taking your panties off, but he rips the delicate fabric, shocking you as he reduces it to scraps.

You would complain about the expensive underwear, but he’s bent his head down between your thighs, diving his tongue deep into your tight little hole, spreading your lips wide as he drinks you. His hot wet muscle is fucking your walls, which convulse around it, his nose bumping your engorged clit, you’re jerking, hips rising up, his hands bruising your hips.

“Oh my God, oh my- ah!” Satoru moans against you, watching your every move, each way your body moves, pulling back and slipping two long fingers in you, crooking up just so. “F-fuck!”

“Your anatomy, it’s so perfect, so easy for me.” He whispers, lapping the tip of his tongue against your clit while his fingers curl, your juices flowing down his fingers, loud and sloppy in the room. “That’s it, you’re close aren’t you?”

You nod weakly, Satoru looks at you then, and you’re lost in him, how can he look at you that intensely, like you’re the only one he’s ever looked at. Your nails press into his shoulders when he works you so well, with his tongue, with his fingers, pressing you over and over the edge until you're falling.

You see white hot stars burst behind your eyes as your orgasm wrecks you, to the point you’re drooling while Satoru’s sucking and humming on your clit, body coated in a thin sheen of sweat when he leans up, kissing your tummy. You’re literally jerking as he exhales over your skin, sobbing out at how good every inch of you feels, he’s trailing fingertips up between your breasts, to your nipples.

“T-Toru…” You’re breathless when he’s leaning over you, hand under your chin, gripping it tightly.

“Toru?” His voice is soft, as he kisses your lower lip, teeth indentations from you biting it. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You’re messing my head up, don’t say things like that.” Your voice is hoarse and weak, he frowns then just a bit, eyes assessing your every feature.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. Let me call you beautiful.” You blink back emotions when you try to gather yourself, he kisses your lips, taking you over now, you taste your honeyed arousal all over his plump lips. “You are.”

“Bet you say it to all the girls.” You tease softly, he shakes his head, leaning back up and tracing your face with his thumb.

“No, I use terms like hot, or pretty, or cute. Beautiful applies to my very annoying little intern in my bed.” You melt fully for him, dragging him down, sighing at how good he feels as you arch your hips.

“Thank you, Satoru.”

“There, was it so hard?”

“It is pretty hard.” You reach down, stroking his length then, he sucks in a breath, pink tingeing his cheeks when you slide down his boxers over his firm ass, hands gripping it as you grin. “You have a bubble butt, Toru.”

“A what now?” He glares, but it doesn’t last long, not when you’re stroking his length from the base to the tip, rolling his pearly precum along the slit, sliding it up to your mouth, kitten licking it. “Fuck.”

At that he’s got your thigh up high, filling you with his cock in one stroke, you scream out, the last two times you all had played, you stayed moderately quiet, but you were all alone, and your cries are echoing in the room as he thrusts his cock in deeper. In just a couple thrusts, he’s shoved all his inches in you, and fuck there are so many, you’re pulsing around his length, whimpering.

“Fucking feel her, gripping me s’tight…” He’s huffing, pulling back, shoving his cock to the hilt, tip smashing your cervix, you’re convulsing around him, cunt drooling all the way down until it’s pooling down your ass, down to the blankets. “Hear your slutty pussy huh?”

“Mmhmm!” Your brain is fucked right along with your body while he pumps his cock inside you, stretching you so deliciously, skin burning now, you’re clinging to him when he flips you suddenly, taking your breath away.

He pulls your hips up, smacking your ass, you gasp at the sensation, when he’s inching back inside you. “Look at you, gonna leave handprints all over your pretty little ass.”

“Please.” Is all you manage, he moans, smacking each cheek again, you’ve never done anything like this, but you’re cumming when he shoves in fully, rolling his hips just so, his drooly tip pressing on your cervix. Your eyes roll back as he smacks your ass again, the stinging making you wetter.

“That’s it, feel you tryna milk me.” Satoru is so fucked out right with you, viewing your ass covered in his hand prints now, he takes your hand, putting one behind your back, gripping your delicate wrist. “This okay?”

“Y-yes, god yes.” You’re moaning into the pillows when he shoves both of  your arms behind your back, big hand holding them, fucking into you harder, each movement making your ass jiggle. “Ah!”

Satoru groans, feeling you pulsate around him, you’ve never been fucked so good, even the first time by him he was just a little easy on you, you almost think you can’t take it but you’re arching your ass back for more. You earn his satisfied groan as he slams into you over and over, grip on your wrists binding you to him, the feeling of him taking you over so addictive.

“Know how crazy y-you drive me, in those little s-scrubs?” He’s stuttering, his rhythm faltering as he lets your hands go, gripping your hips instead, thumbs pressing into the dimples at your back. Your fingers are gripping the satin black sheets of his bed, whining pathetically, shaking your head. “No, ya don’t know, hmm?”

He yanks you up by your hair now, the pull painful but just making your pussy so wet, Satoru in two times has somehow figured out your entire body, things you have never tried or would ever think. You’re cumming on his cock when he’s bending over you, chest against your back, dripping sweat as he works you so good, cock wrecking every sweet spot you have.

“Drive me fucking insane.” His voice is in your ear now, he’s completely bent over you, back bowed, using the hair by the nape of your neck to turn your head toward him, and how he looks at you then?

You’re so fucked.

You desperately kiss him when he slows inside of you, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm squeezing him relentlessly. You whine into his mouth, he drinks them up, pulling back and then pressing you down on your tummy, prone over you. You’ve never done it like this, the intimacy overtakes you, his fingers entwining with one of your hands as his other braces himself on the bed.

“I’ve w-wanted you since… I first saw you.” You’re blinking back tears, hiccuping when his tip drags on that spongy spot in your gooey walls.

“Wh-what?” You whisper, confusion addling your fucked out brain, he moans then, kissing you deeply, drool falling down between your lips as your body tenses, feeling him thicken in you now.

“Since I saw you, I didn't know you’d feel this good, gripping me like that.” You’re whimpering, mumbling, mouth wide open in a slutty O, as Satoru fucks you so slow, hand wrapped around your throat under your chin, thumb pressing on your pulse point, feeling it flutter. “You’re never fucking anyone else.”

“Y-you’re stupid.” You grumble, earning his chuckle, his white grin and insane blue eyes, taking on some psychotic look he seems to get when he’s close, you can hardly stand to look, eyes fluttering shut.

“Stupid, huh? You know you won’t ever… fuck feel you… ever…” He’s burying his head against the crook of your neck now, squeezing your throat as he starts slamming into you so deep, you feel him in your tummy, feel him everywhere. “Ever be with anyone.”

How can he talk like that?

How can he say shit like that?

You know he doesn’t mean it.

“D-don’t fuck up my head, please. C-can’t handle it. Hurts too much.” He pauses then, his movements halted.

“Open your eyes.” You do as he commands, it’s so easy to follow his every word. “It’ll only be me inside you, got it?”

“Why?”

“Why?” He laughs then, shaking his head, hips jerking just so, thrusting his cock to the hilt as one arm wraps around you, dragging you down his length. “I want you to myself, all to myself.”

You want to say yes, but you pause, lips parting as you struggle to keep eye contact. “M’not gonna f-fuck anyone else.”

“Just me.”

“Just you.” You whisper, and he moans now, moving again, you see the veins of his forearms bulging as he presses against the bed, fucking you once more.

“Gonna fill you up s’good, gonna drip me at work tomorrow.”

“You’re c-crazy- mnh! Cumming!” You’re gasping, head falling back against his strong chest as his tip presses your cervix, then you shatter, feeling his hot gooey cum coating your walls, filling you so much he’s pulsing. You’re both whimpering then, mumbling, kissing each other sloppy.

“F-fuck, perfect pussy, takin’ me so well.” He’s pushing his cum further and further inside you, cock coated in your slick and his white ropes, which are getting pushed out by your muscles as you’re riding out your climax. “Oh my god…”

“Oh my god…” You both say at the same time, he exhales then, breath tickling the nape of your neck, pecking kisses along your shoulder blades.

It’s perfect, too perfect.

And you know it then, what you don’t want to be true.

You’re falling in love with him.

With Doctor Gojo, with Doctor Hojo, with Satoru. Your boss, your mentor, your very new boyfriend you’ve slept with twice. There’s no other explanation for the way his kisses make tears fall from your eyes then, for the way your heart clutches in your chest, as you think to yourself…

This will hurt you.

“Are you okay baby? Too rough? You’re tiny down there… Did I get carried away?” Satoru leaned up, easing out of you and turning you then, concern written all over his beautiful features.

And he’s caring?

He’s perfect aside from…

What future could you have, getting kicked out after a couple nights here and there, no engagement or wedding ever, just a situationship and a perpetual girlfriend? You never wanted that to be your future, but right now you can’t even focus on it, you’re too sucked into his gravity, into the way he’s looking at you, holding you like you’re so precious.

 “No it was perfect, I’m sorry.” You take several breaths, and he watches your face, the tears trailing down your cheeks, clenching his heart.

“Don’t apologize, what is it?” You shake your head, he can tell you’re holding in something, his mind is still reeling from you, from how good you feel, from how beautiful you look, from the intensity of being inside of you. His hands trail down the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips carefully.

“I feel too much too fast.” Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He doesn’t want to disappoint you, he doesn’t wanna drag you down when you’re so bright and perfect. But to know you feel things like he does, like he has since he first met you?

“What’s wrong with feeling things, intern?” He asks carefully, you sniffle then, while he brushes tears from the apple of your cheek.

“Scary how much I do. It’s overwhelming. I swear I’m not such a crybaby.” He brushed his hand against your cheek again, feeling the softness of your skin under his touch, wondering what goes on in that brain of yours.

“You think I’m not feeling things?” He asks, and you sigh, shaking your head then and burying your face against his chest. “You don’t know me yet, though, what if you don’t like what you find out?” He asks, so vulnerable then it breaks your heart, you lean up on an elbow, cupping his face.

“I want to know you, good or bad. Don’t hold back with me.” His jaw tenses under your delicate touch, you watch him gulp, opening his lips then closing them. “One thing at a time, though.”

“One thing at a time.” He kisses across your forehead gently. “Want a shower, pretty?”

“Yes please. You also owe me cocoa.” He stands up off the bed up then, picking you up in his arms bridal style, you giggle, clinging to him.

“Hot shower then hot cocoa.” He carries you into his bathroom, which is even more lavish than you can imagine, it’s huge with an insane tile and glass shower, bigger than your entire bathroom and then some.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, he sits you down then, heading over to start the hot water, which starts steaming in the bathroom, smiling at you and cupping your face with both hands, pressing you into the sink just a bit as he kisses you again.

“I’ll get towels.” You smile, turning and looking in the mirror, seeing your bright eyes and flushed cheeks, the marks on your throat and chest from Satoru’s fingers and teeth, your lips swollen from his kisses. Your eyes catch all of the orange prescription bottles decorating the sink, then.

It’s not your place to care what he takes, but your eyes dart on multiple anxiety medications, with pretty high doses. Xanax, you narrow your eyes just a bit, it’s 2 mg bars three times a day, next to them are Klonopin, 1 mg two times a day, two benzos you have never seen mixed. He has several other things, Ambien to sleep, 12.5mg at night, and Aderrall, 20 mg twice a day.

It’s a whole fucking cocktail, you don’t even know how he functions and with so much energy, he should be some drooling zombie with this. You touch them tentatively, there’s Zoloft as well, though of course that is something you’re on, but the mix of everything is too much. It’s as if he has something to wake up, to keep himself blissful all day, then something to sleep.

He walks back in with two fluffy towels, you back up, smiling up at him, he brings you against him, naked bodies pressed against each other, kissing you over and over, his lips devouring yours. You have never even seen Satoru have dilated eyes, you think then, did he not take these? Were they just… there?

It’s not your business, right?

“Ready for a shower? I’ll wash your hair and everything. I bet I have way better shampoo than you.” He teases with a big grin.

Satoru Gojo, the happiest dude you’ve ever met, needs a million medications to be that way. What darkness lies behind his blinding grin? You want to know him, all of him, all the facets that compose of him, of the man that you’ve fallen for so quickly, head over fucking heels.

Satoru knows you saw it, but you smile sweetly at him, not mentioning anything, not immediately judging him or saying something. You just lean up on your tiptoes, kissing him softly, he wraps his arms around your bare body, which feels perfect in his embrace, better than any drug could ever make him feel.

There’s not one time of the day or night he’s not on something to function, to alleviate the way his brain runs constantly, to try to keep it calm while also making it run. His own cocktail of perfection, he’s found it, and he knows you saw it, he can feel what you’re holding back, maybe you’re too enamored, as he is.

You’re both under the hot spray when he’s running his hands in your damp hair, lathering it up, it feels too good with you, he wonders how long until he fucks up, how long until you decide you could do better. He’s wanted you since before he officially met you, since he chose you to be his intern based off of stats and scores alone, so curious who this brilliant girl was.

Brilliant, beautiful, sweet.

He didn’t expect to feel this much, for the first time ever. Having had the arranged marriage so young with Utahime, he never got to feel, to be. And when he was done, Satoru has since slept with hundreds of women, easily, mind numbing sex with girls he couldn’t remember their damn name, but nothing has ever come close to how you feel wrapped around him.

You’re addictive, aren’t you? But you don’t seem to know, when you turn and slip your hands up his body, eyes drinking every bit of him in slowly, he gasps when you get on your knees, thinking he must be in some ambien wet dream of you. Your blunt nails press against his slick thighs, as your eyes look up at him and break him, your tongue lapping at his tip.

“Fuck…” He moans, as you look up at him, sucking him deeper into your throat, watching his every reaction, how his muscles flex and tense under your touch, feeling his cock hit your throat, then he shocks you, picking you up right against the tile of the shower wall. “Need you again, baby.”

“I need you again.” You whisper, gasping when he sinks inside of you, and that night you never get hot cocoa, you two can’t stop fucking each other, licking each other, devouring each other. It’s heady and insane.

Satoru is addictive, you’re sure he knows this too.

*****

The next day

“Rough night, babes?” Maki asks, as you wince, lifting off your shirt and throwing on your scrub top. “Holy fuck, hickies!”

“Shush!” You cover her mouth with your hand, she’s laughing against it, lifting your top back up.

“Damn, is he a vampire or some shit?”

“He thinks so.”

“So that’s why you weren’t home last night.” She says, as Toge walks in, glaring at you again. You sigh, walking up to him, sitting on the bench, holding your hand to tug him to sit next to you.

“Toge, I need you to be my friend, stop being so mad at me?” You say softly, he sighs then, looking at you with violet eyes.

“Serious?” He asks, you blink then.

“Serious about Gojo?” He nods. “Yes, I think I am, but it’s only as serious as he’ll get.”

“Not good enough.” Toge says, standing then and leaving, you cover your face and grimace, as Maki sits next to you, hand on your back.

“He just wants what’s best for you. The whole no marriage thing? Kind of opposite of your old fashioned ass. Plus… do we know how serious he is?”

You look at her then. “Thought you wanted me to go for it?”

“I do, but getting head over heels so fast, you worry me. You… babe you have a shit track record with men. Not just Mahito, remember Naoya?”

“Oh fuck don’t remind me. But Gojo is nothing like them.” She hums to herself a bit.

“True, he’s nothing like those two, but you suck at picking men, so be careful is all. I’m not saying get with Toge, I know you’re just friends, but he has a point.” Your mind goes to what you saw that night, what you don’t know just yet. “I’m not trying to kill your buzz, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I love you.” You hug her tightly, when Satoru walks in, Toge and Yuta behind him, he smirks as he takes in your exhausted state, but Satoru looks fresh and bright, like you both hadn’t fucked all night.

“Morning, interns. Come on now, hop to it.” You yawn as you all line up behind him in the halls, he looks at you with a sadistic ass grin. “You tired, intern? Did you get no sleep?”

You just glare at him, Maki is snickering, Yuta is rolling his eyes, Toge is glaring at Satoru. “No sleep unfortunately, but I’ll go get lots of coffee.”

“That works. Maki, Yuta, you’re on Pit duty. Toge, you’re scrubbing in with me for surgery today.” Toge brightens up then. “And you, missy, you’re getting coffee, stat.”

“On it.” You walk by him, Satoru leans close against your ear, his hand just barely brushing your arm.

“Don’t slack on me intern, I won’t take it easy on you in bed or at work.” You scowl now, earning his laughter as you turn away, flicking him off before darting to the cafeteria.

Your pussy is throbbing, your body is sore like you worked out or something, arms like gelatin, and your eyes are trying to close on you. How the fuck even with Adderral can Satoru be that energetic? You try to not let Maki and Toge’s words get you, but you’re distracted when you’re getting coffee, and Suguru is there, saying your name and smiling at you.

“Rough night?” He asks.

“Do I look that bad!?” You peek at one of the windows to gauge your reflection.

“You’re still lovely, but your eye bags are rivalling Shoko’s.”

“Ugh but she can pull them off! Yes, a long night.”

“Uh huh.” You look at him then, as you both walk and sip on your hot cups of coffee.

“You’re Satoru’s best friend, right?”

“I am. He’s annoying as shit though.” You snort at that, he grabs two muffins, handing you one then. “You should eat after a fuck marathon.”

“Oh gosh, Suguru really!” You nibble the muffin though, chewing thoughtfully as you both walk out of the cafeteria and towards the elevators, he presses the buttons, leaving you both alone then. “How is he so energetic?”

Suguru frowns then, looking at his cup, his dark brows lowering over his eyes. “Satoru’s always been pretty annoyingly perky.”

“Yeah, I guess, but he got no sleep.”

“If you’re asking me something personal about him, he’s my best friend and I won’t share things like that. You’ll find out more in time if you’re serious.” You nod, biting your lip, eyes catching his dark violet ones.

“I get it, I don’t mean to pry. There’s a lot we have to learn, but… I already feel so much for him.”

Suguru smiles softly then. “That’s good, because he’s been borderline obsessed since you got here.”

“What!? No way. He’s a Hojo.”

Suguru chuckles once more, the sound warm and inviting, you just feel so comfortable with him all the time. He’s very much like Satoru in that way. “He is indeed a ‘Hojo’. But I’m glad maybe he’ll get someone good for him. He needs that.”

“Hmm. Mysterious, Suguru.”

“I have to keep a certain allure.” Suguru and you both step out now, he tilts his head to you. “So you know, wicked hickey your makeup isn’t covering.”

“Oh god!” He’s left you now with that information, you quickly shove your hair over your neck, as you see Satoru now, who jacks the rest of your muffin and chews on it.

“Tastes yummy.” He says, looking down at your body then.

“I have a hickey that’s not covered all the way!” You whisper.

“Multiple.”

“How are you so perky, hmm?” He blinks a bit then, tilting his head.

“I feel like you kind of know that answer, yeah?” You shake your head. “No clue at all?”

“Suguru says you’re annoyingly perky and hyper.”

“Hmm.”

You don’t want to ruin this, to burst this bubble of happiness, when you just don’t know anything yet, so you try to stop thinking of it, as he walks you further and further across the hospital.

“So, remember what I said yesterday?”

“Are you serious?” You ask later, as you’re standing next to the maternity ward, and Satoru places his hands on your shoulders.

“Give me a week with babies, tell me how you feel.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Mmm, well I really like you.” He tilts your chin up as Shoko comes, smiling at you.

“Ready to learn more than you will with this idiot?” She asks.

“Excuse me!?”

“Ready.” You agree, sticking your tongue out at Satoru.

“You’re both mean, mean women.” Before he leaves he captures your hand in his, kissing you so quick in the nearly empty hall.

“I’ll love it.” You assure him, a challenging look in your eyes.

“We’ll see. You should get sleep tonight by the way, your dark circles-”

“Fuck you, Satoru.” You can practically feel his stupid smirk and blue eyes burning a hole through your back.

“Pissed him off huh? He’s so petty. I hope you’ll love this though.” Shoko says later on, you smile at her.

“No I will love it, I’m eager to learn.”

The maternity ward, huh? You are eager to learn from her, you know she is the best in her field, and something else you want to figure out?

The mystery that is Dr. Gojo.Just who was the man you’re falling for?

A/N- this is OBVIOUSLY heavily inspired by Grey's lol! There is def some angst going on in the future, as hard as reader is falling Satoru and her have some INSANE differences, along with the overall exhaustion of being doctors and some issues they'll both have. I hope you enjoyed the long chap, sorry this one took a few weeks! can't wait to hear what you all think!

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𓆩 Crown of Sin 𓆪

Segment I Chapter: Four

❀ ~ Synopsis > In which you’re a princess who's given a total of six months to converge & inaugurate a solid plan secure enough to rid you of your fated marriage arrangements to Naoya Zenin. 

❀ ~ Content > language, dry humping, thigh riding, dirty talk, pet names, sexual tension, flirting, (slight) fluff, etc.

❀ ~ Word Count > 5.6k

❀ ~ Pairings > jjk men & women x f!reader.

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——Spending seven days in a carriage is not for the weak. It’s a bumpy journey to the northern nation and takes quite a toll on all those traveling. It brings about stress and even a faint sense of dread after a while. At some point, you’d find yourself staring out the carriage window for what seemed like hours, merely watching as you passed by similar-looking trees over and over and over again.

Nightfall didn’t fare much better for you either. Or at least, it didn’t for the first few days. You’d gone on long trips like this before in your lifetime but this still felt different in some ways. So, on about the fifth night of your travels, you wanted to relieve yourself of the stress the road had brought you.

It was late and the carriages were still on a steady roll toward your destination, having taken a decent break earlier in the day. Nothing much had changed since your original departure. You still rode with Higuruma, occupying the same carriage as you whilst Yuki and the driver remained outside. Or at least, that’s what you did on most nights—not this one though.

No, instead, Higuruma ended up sharing a carriage with Utahime for the night per your request since you wanted Yuki to ride inside with you. Only two days of travel remained before you would set your eyes on that world-renowned blue-eyed prince again. But before you could even make it near the damn castle, you just had to rub one out.

Every day of travel was far too stuffy and cramped inside the carriage, despite it being rather roomy—it was more of a metaphorical kinda stuffy. Every day you found yourself near boredom just from watching the moving and ever-changing terrain outside the window, a boredom which only worsened at night given the dim lighting.

Combining that with the one or two wheel mishaps your crew ran into during the journey, you were definitely feeling anxious. Typically, when such anxieties settle upon you, you make sure to find time for yourself but when you’re traveling, it’s rather difficult to do so. Hell, everyone basically told you no straight up when you asked to ride alone for a while.

Which is more or less how you ended up with Yuki inside the carriage now. Someone just had to have their eyes on you so… have her eyes on you she did. But it wasn’t only her eyes that were on you currently. Those gorgeous hands of hers were latched to your hips as you moderately began indulging in your ‘harem duties’.

Yuki’s entire expression was focused upon you, a mix of anxiousness and lust dripping from her eyes alone. “This is… torture, princess.” Her voice left her throat in a mere whisper given your predicament. 

With a hand on her shoulder, your lips parted by her ear, thighs spread out over one of her own, and panty-clad cunt grinding in a delicious friction over her tensed leg—perhaps you truly were torturing the poor woman. “Just a few more minutes, please?” You uttered against her skin, voice sweet enough to make yet another chill sliver down her spine, “I’m… close.”

The hands hoisted onto your hips tightened in grip and Yuki found her teeth gritting slightly, “You could’ve finished by now if you’d let me—”

A jerk of your heat against her thigh causes her sentence to fall short. “We can’t,” You practically whine to the woman.

Yuki rolls her eyes and she can feel the tips of her fingers just itching to move against you. She knows she could make you feel so good if you’d just let her. “Who would know?” She asks you, angling her head toward you so that her gaze can fall on yours.

As you two meet one another in a mutual low-lidded stare, a small frown tugs at your lower lip and you sigh. “I would. The first night is—”

“Important, yes yes I know,” She cuts off in a huffed exhale, “We can’t have sex because that may make other (future) members of your harem feel bad or whatever.”

Your hips slow to a stop and you find your lashes bat at the woman before you. “It’s more than that. The person that I spend the first night with is important. Choosing this person is something I’ll do once I return home with the full harem.”

Yuki’s face tenses slightly, her brow twitching upward in faint irritation, “You already chose me first to join your harem, so what’s the difference?”

“I chose you first out of convenience more than anything.” You tell her. She flashes you a pointed look and you’re quick to make up for what you’d just said. “N-Not to say I wouldn’t have asked you to join if you lived far from me but… well, you are always quite close to me. It was only natural that I chose you first.”

She nods off, her head turning elsewhere, “So, does my being your first member mean almost nothing?”

You shrug a little and debate telling her a white lie but the truth leaves you before anything else, “Essentially, yes.” 

“I see—”

“Though,” You cut off as you lean toward her line of vision again, “It doesn’t make you any less special to me. Whether you were my first or last, I would desire you all the same.”

At that, you can feel the way the muscles in her thigh tense up and it makes your breath hitch. Pressing right up against your slick folds, you’re suddenly aware of the situation you’re in with the woman all over again. 

Her hands shift up to hold your waist and her hips roll slightly as she adjusts herself against the carriage seating, leaning her torso towards you and tilting her head as if she were about to kiss you. “If what you say is true then let me reciprocate this desire of yours,” Yuki whispers.

Everything about this woman makes it so very difficult for you to restrain yourself. Your eyes can’t help but fall down onto those pretty pinkened lips of hers. One push forward is all it would take for you to melt into her entirely and yet, you lean yourself back.

Whispering, “Yuki,” As she tightens her grip on your waist and tugs you toward her once more.

“One kiss won’t kill you.” She practically grits out as she eyes down each pant and every gasp that’s elicited from your throat.

It takes you a moment of self-deprecation not to give in to her right then and there. The tension that lies between what little space remains between her body and your own is thick and heavy with lust. Yuki looks like a second longer without having her head in between your legs and your taste dripping off her chin will be the death of her. You don’t think your body has ever felt so hot beneath someone else’s gaze before.

You can feel every ounce of pure want that exudes from her, the desperation lying in her fingertips to get them soaked with you, and the restrain on her body she holds not to flip you over against these damn seats and—

“It isn’t fair to the others.” You eventually whisper out, your voice carrying an unnoticeable waver to it.

“How so?” Yuki asks immediately without giving you time to even answer. Instead, her tongue swipes over her lips and she sighs, “Does that mean the harem member you kiss first will be of greater importance than the rest?”

Your thighs involuntarily squeeze around her, “No.”

“Then what is it?” She presses, flicking her sights up to your greedy gaze. 

You take a deep breath. “I am not good at… holding myself back. If I let you kiss me,” You pause again and your eyes dance back and forth between her left and right. Even amid the dark of the night, you’ll never figure out what it is about those deep pools of chocolate brown that cause your head to spin in the way it does, “I will only long for more.”

“So long for more,” She sears. Yuki narrows her eyes at you and her lips brush up against your own, “Long for all of me in the same way the rest of your body is right now.”

A whine exits the back of your throat, “We cannot.”

Yuki groans. “You say that but I know how badly you want to,” She then pushes up on her toes a bit, causing her leg to grind up against your cunt, “...I can feel you throbbing every time I open my mouth.”

All in one breath, “Then stop talking.” You practically choke out as your fingertips dig into her shoulders.

Yuki merely pouts to mock you, “Oh, but she does the same thing when I look at you too.” Teasingly, her head then weighs down a bit and she kisses the tip of your chin, gaze still locked onto you.

This time you groan a little and your head falls back, “Avert your eyes.”

She seizes the opportunity right then to latch her lips onto the center of your throat, kissing you in a hungered manner whilst her teeth graze over your sensitive skin. “Or touch you..” She continues, talking right against you.

The kiss alone not only sends a spiral of chills down your spine but it also earns a grind of your hips and an unintentional moan of her name, “Yuki..”

“Fuck,” She smiles against your neck, trailing down with her hot kisses, “Don’t say my name like that.”

A hand of yours leaves her shoulder and sinks up into her hair as you too crack a smile, “I can’t help it.”

You hear this throaty noise leave her lips just as she meets your collarbones and her hands begin to snake around your waist, gliding down, “I know, I know—slips off your tongue so easily, doesn’t it?”

She shouldn’t be touching you in the way that she is but all thoughts of protesting against it nearly fly out the window as she grabs a greedy handful of your ass. To which your body arches against her touch and your steady dry humping picks up in pace. 

Lost in it, and just barely finding it in you to respond to that question of hers, you end up murmuring to the woman so faintly that it almost misses her ears, “M-Mhm..”

Her breathy chuckle can be felt slipping down along the exposure of your skin, tickling you in indescribable ways. Trying to hide the sudden cockiness that just gave her, she snickers, “Aw, what’s this? We’re mumbling now?”

You try to snap back into yourself but when her hands return to your hips and she begins to guide them against her thigh, all hope is lost. “No, I-I just…”

Yuki lifts her head and watches as your eyes flicker due to the addictive friction her guidance is stimulating you with, “Just what?”

Your words fall so heavily from your mouth, as if unintentional. “I didn’t know you could say such crude things.”

“Princess,” She purrs, clearly mocking your title now in contrast to her usual tone of respect. “If you thought that was crude then you should allow me to have a long ‘n deep conversation with this sweet thing down here,” Every breath she takes is softer than the last but it slaps against your already fiery skin and only has your mind dizzying more and more by the second. 

To emphasize that little comment of hers, Yuki angles her hand elsewhere, resulting in a firm press of her thumb against your clothed clit. Your entire body reacts all at once and your head drops forward as a restrained moan exits your lips, just barely, “Hah… Yuki, please.”

She grins and her thumb rolls over your sensitive bud, causing your legs to clench around her again, “Oh? You like this, huh?” Her voice hits your ear this time and it feels as though that entire side of your face, along with the rest of your body, was burning up in a flustered array of heat.

You don’t dare to part your lips and even attempt to speak as her gentle touch continues. So, instead, you give her a hum and a lazy nod, “Mhmm..”

“Mumbling again? C’mon, don’t get all shy on me,” Yuki scoffs. She then takes her other hand and redirects it to your face, forcing your head up so that she can see your expression again. It’s almost in slow motion the way she presses the pad of her thumb against your bottom lip, staring right into your mouth and then whispering, “Here, open f’me.” 

You’re inclined to follow her every command, almost as if the roles between the two of you had changed. Your eyes have the sheerest gloss of pleasure husking over them and you appear way more desperate than you realize. Just as you obediently comply with her request and find your mouth opened into a small ‘o’ shape, Yuki flashes you a proud smile.

“Thereee we go,” She praises lightly, “Now don’t hold back. If you’re gonna moan then moan, I wanna hear you.”

Just then, your hips can’t help but rut further against her leg, your knee steadily drawing closer and closer to her crotch. It makes you wonder if she’s just as aroused by this as you are right now, especially considering you’re busy leaving quite the slick mess on her thigh. 

Batting your lashes as the sound she’s listening so intently for nearly escapes your throat, you whisper, “I can’t be loud, what if Shiu hears?”

The corner of her lips twitched smugly, “I’m sure he wouldn’t complain.”

“But—”

“Don’t think about him right now though, only me.” She cuts off, swiping that thumb still latched to your clit downwards a bit as you roll your hips forward. You again suppress the sound that tries to leave you, despite your mouth being open, and she frowns. “When I tell you to moan, I’m telling you to do so for me. If you’re gonna get off on my thigh like this then it’s the least you can do, no?”

Whining instead, you just pout. “Y-You’re cruel.”

Yuki’s eyes dilate at the sound of that, knowing she could be so much ‘crueler’ to you right now if she really wanted to. “Aww, now you’re just sayin’ things.” She teases.

“Shut up,” You fire back with quickness.

To your surprise, she actually does. You’re not sure if that helps you right now though, given the situation you’re in… Her silence only works to her benefit because the fewer words she spouts, the more attention she can give to that twitching clit of yours that her thumb soon only stimulates more and more and more.

One finger and you’re a sopping mess against her within minutes. From all those bratty complaints of yours to burying your head into the crook of her neck as you moan her name against her skin, Yuki finds that it’s in her lack of speech that she can truly do what she’d wished to from the very beginning. 

When you earlier first proposed the idea of getting yourself off, she immediately offered herself to you—all of her, right then and there without stutter. Of course, you turned that down and told her something about first nights being important blah blah blah… yeah, none of that seems to matter much now when you’re humping her thigh and blindly sucking on her neck out of desperation to reciprocate the pleasure you’re feeling.

That first suck catches her entirely off guard and your ears don’t fail to catch the heightened gasp she lets out. To which you only grow greedier and greedier. You let Yuki continue using that thumb of hers as your body melts entirely into her own, pussy leaving a slicked mess against the fabric of her uniform, and before you even realize what you’re doing—there are hickies forming all along that surprisingly sensitive neck of hers.

The first moan she lets out is when you kiss the area where her neck and shoulder meet, the sensation another surprise to her. Then, another leaves her lips when your body presses up against hers and your knee meets her crotch fully and firmly. Her thumb stammers in its roll against you and the moan she chokes out is loud enough for you to lift your head and look at her face.

Now she’s flushed. Her cheeks are the reddest you’ve ever seen and yet, that dominating look in her eyes has yet to soften. The sound of pleasure she let out was embarrassing, sure, but that didn’t stop her from keeping the rest of her composure (for the most part, anyway).

You’d never wanted to kiss someone more in that moment. Your orgasm was approaching and Yuki was right there, less than a hair’s length away from her lips being mashed into yours. And then came the eye contact. Bold and unwavering, as if she were silently telling you to go ahead and let go—to which you do a mere few seconds later. 

Yuki smiles at you and coaxes you through your orgasm as cries of sweet sweet pleasure fly out your throat. You won’t let her kiss you and she knows it but she leans in and trails kisses from the corner of your mouth to the tip of your ear just to whisper, “That’s my girl,” You think your eyes cross a little with how much that drives you farther off the edge. “You look so pretty when you cum, did y’know that?”

A hand of yours meets somewhere near her chest as you clench onto her uniform, unable to form words at the moment.

She lets out a gentle giggle. “Too vulgar for you?”

Your head shakes. Truth be told, you’ve heard words of filth before, you’re no stranger to it. But hearing it from Yuki is… it’s so wildly different and new for you. Her voice is usually so stern and protective around you but this side of hers is a whole new world.

Not that any of that is meant to be a complaint or anything, you quite like this side of her. It truly excites you to think of the day you return home with her and the rest of your harem, hopefully, and you’ll be able to experience all of which that mouth of hers has to offer. 

So, with all that said and done, the two of you eventually work around the carriage to clean yourselves up. Yuki ends up having to ask Shiu to stop so she can visit another carriage for a change of clothes but, luckily for her and all else involved, no one questioned anything.

And thus, that fifth night of traveling ended both smoothly and satisfactorily—leaving you on cloud nine and you grew closer and closer to the Northern Kingdom.

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Less than a day later each view you took of the scenery outside your classy carriage window consisted only of snowy plains that stretched on for miles and miles beyond the oath the carriages rode through. The weather had changed so much within only a few days. The temperature had been steadily declining as you’d traveled but despite the few layers of extra clothing you had to put on every now and then, you were truly surprised to see snow.

By now it was your seventh day of being in a carriage and you were so ready to get out of it for longer than a few hours of rest. Your crew was escorted throughout the city and another thing that caught you off guard was the crowds of people you saw gathered outside their homes and shops, all pointing at the royal vehicle you occupied.

You made sure to flash a few smiles and waves from your curtain-parted window, cheers and excited chatter heard even from the warm interior you rode so highly by in. You also took a mental note of how different the towns you rode through in the Northern kingdom were in comparison to the towns you not-so-sneakily visit so often back at home. 

Mixes of gray and brown mesh in with the clumps of snow gathered on each side of the paved road ahead, something so small yet so different in comparison to where you live. You don’t get snow so it’s truly a natural phenomenon you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from. 

In the towns, the snow was a mushy mess seemingly discarded to the roadsides. While up in the mountains or even deep into the forests, the snow remained mostly untouched by the hands of man—laying so sparklingly perfect in between tall trees completely void of leaves. 

When you finally started to approach the massive palace of destination, your eyes nearly tripled in size. Maybe it was because you’d been on the road for so long, or perhaps it was how long it’d been since you’d laid your eyes on a castle that’s not your own but… The Gojo Palace was absolutely massive. It had to be twice the size of your own, constructed into just a glorious piece of architecture that your eyes can hardly figure out where to focus.

Oh, and just in case it wasn’t obvious by now, yes, this was your first time visiting the Gojo Estate. Even though you’ve done your research on just about every other nation out there and know the palace was built many many years ago, it damn there shines and glimmers beneath the distant glow of the sun that casts its warmth down on it.

You feel like a kid in a candy store as the carriage pulls along past the absurdly large gates, parted open just for your arrival. Oh, it was so beautiful. If the palace itself paired with the clean spreads of snow wasn’t enough for you, then surely it was the arrangement of blue roses laid out along the courtyard path that caused your heart to thump in an even purer excitement.

As the wheels below and the hooves of horses ahead finally came to a stop, you were shuffling out of your seat faster than ever to race to the door. Luckily to you, your carriageman was popping your door wide open for you just as you readied to do so yourself. A gust of frosty cold air came bristling into the warm confines of the vehicle and you shivered a bit before taking Shiu’s offered hand and stepping out.

Yuki had been riding inside with you ever since that… night. But, she exited shortly after you, given how ecstatic you were to breathe some fresh air for the first time in hours. By the time she steps out and gets a chance to look at you, you’re rushing toward the nearest bed of roses available to you and inspecting them up close.

Your knight shudders beneath the cold air but warmth finds her internally as she, along with just about everyone else, watches you joyously run your fingers over the vibrant blue petals laid below. The ends of your dress and the short cloak-like jacket you have on are furred in white softness that keeps your body protected from the blaring cold that surrounds you.

But then again, you were too distracted with roses in a shade you’d never seen them in to notice the wind gusting over your face. The petals of each flower were as smooth as velvet to the touch and slipped so elegantly over your gloved fingers. 

Consumed by your admiration, you hardly notice as a pair of feet approach you until shoes meet your line of vision and you chuckle. “I suppose this is rather unladylike of me, huh?” You utter to who you assume is Higuruma based on the footwear.

“Unladylike isn’t the word I would use for it, Your Highness.” The man responds. Then the feet shift against the floor and you begin to lift your head to meet eyes with this person because that voice didn’t sound quite like Higuruma at all.

With your head lifted slightly, the man beside you comes to a crouch, mirroring how close you are to the ground. “Surprising, perhaps,” He continues, not quite yet placing his eyes on yours but instead looking down to the same plant you’d most recently touched. “But unladylike? Nah.”

When your gaze is met with a head of frosty-white hair, a side profile gorgeous enough to lead any woman to swoon on the spot, a tailored darkened navy-colored suit that’s embroidered with mixes of golds and light pastel blues, and the overwhelmingly familiar presence of Satoru Gojo, you nearly fall over.

Your jaw falls open as you rush to speak but he cuts you off with a curt turn of his head, dazzling azure eyes settling onto your features and leaving you completely speechless. “If I’d known you traveled all this way just to get distracted by some pretty flowers, I would’ve had them removed,” Gojo says to you lightly.

Batting your lashes at him, words still failing to leave your lips, you find yourself in awe. He has the face of an angel, every feature sculpted to perfection. Each and every detail was so clear—eyes deeper than any ocean you’ve ever seen, decorated by lashes prettier than any flower, delicate too, and the rest of his face was just…

You exhale so heavily that perspiration forms in the air. Gojo doesn’t fail to look down at your steadily parted lips and he smiles before averting his eyes. “That was a joke, by the way.” He hums, the tips of his ears a faint shade of pink. “I’m actually quite pleased to see you adore these roses so.”

“They’re gorgeous,” You manage out, earning his sharp gaze on you. “The roses, I mean. They are a delicacy to the eye, I haven’t been this twitterpated by flowers in a while.”

The corners of his lips curve and before you know it, he’s smiling at you. Gojo then nods his head to you slightly and his arm jerks a bit. You look down and notice he’s plucked the rose that bloomed the most, its petals laid out in pristine fashion. He then breaks a bit of the stem off and tucks it back into the bed below and then lifts his hand to you.

Your head pulls away as he nears you, “Are you seriously…”

“If you’ll allow me to,” Gojo hushes before sinking what's left of the rose’s stem into your hair. “I know it’s cliche but please, this shade of blue looks absolutely stunning on you.”

When his hand leaves your hair, you grin. “Does it?”

The prince in front of your scoffs, cocking his head back a bit, “Have you ever known me to lie?”

“A lot can change in two years, Satoru.” As soon as his name leaves you, you notice his entire expression shift.

Gojo hums to acknowledge your spoken words and then he pushes himself to stand up straight. His hand shoots down seconds later to help you to your feet, to which you accept and allow yourself to be tugged upright. Still holding your hand, he tips his head to the side and narrows his eyes at you.

“Damn right,” He murmurs beneath his breath. You feel it before you notice it but his gaze rakes over all of you. From your cloaked head to the ends of your fur-brimmed gown, Gojo takes in every bit of you just as you had him. Once finished, he leans forward and lifts your hand to his face.

Your eyes light up in a mix of surprise and amusement—watching as he pinches the fabric of your glove between two fingers and slips it right off of you just to press his chilly lips onto your bare skin. 

What’s one peck becomes two or three dangerous kisses that trail to your wrist before he shoots his eyes up to you and smirks, “You’ve changed quite a bit since I last saw you.”

A lighthearted scoff escapes you. “Is it safe to assume you mean that kindly?”

He straightens himself up and pulls your hand along with himself, causing your body to lull in closer to him. “Why of course, my lady.” Gojo winks, “I only mean to say that you’ve…”

You weigh nearer, “I’ve…?”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, “Grown even more stunning than I uh, remember.” Gojo finishes off,

Your brows shoot up questionably and a sly smirk preys upon your face, “Oh. Were my looks not memorable before—“

“No, no,” Gojo interjects, his eyes widening, “Y’know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what—“

“Sweetheart,” He sighs, “Can we just drop our formalities for a moment and will you please embrace me like you used to?”

You snort at how long it took him to ask you that. “You desire a hug?”

The prince nods, “I do.”

“Then initiate it—“ Before any more smugness can leave your mouth, he’s pulling you into his arms and his staggering frame is engulfing you. 

Toned arms wrap around your waist and his head pretty much buries itself into your neck as your arms wrap up around his and you both share a hug that has man onlookers gasping. Your relationship with Gojo has always treaded so very carefully along the borders of something scandalous and something completely harmless—something of which many, including yourselves, struggle to identify the truth beneath it all.

“I’ve quite missed this,” Gojo murmurs in between the most sensitive crevices of your neck, causing you to be a bit jumpy within his arms.

In an honest attempt to distract him from your sensitivity, you squeeze him a bit tighter, “‘Missed what? Hugging me or simply me?”

He inhales strongly and exhales through his mouth, “Both.” Gojo whispers in a dream-like sigh. “Has anyone ever told you that you smell like heaven on earth?” The man asks while prying his face away from your skin.

Both of you continue to hold one another as you get lost in casual conversation. “Something of the sort, yes. You,” Your hands slip from around his neck and down to his chest. Peering forward, you smile radiantly in the face of your old-time friend, “Prince Satoru, smell like the beach. Which is so peculiar considering…” You look around, “Where you live.”

Gojo picks up on the playfulness you display and instantly matches your energy, “You think we don’t have beaches?” He replies with a dramatic gasp.

As he does so, his hands leave your waist and return to your gloveless hand, motioning to glide the accessory back onto you.

Your eyes fall to his actions and something about this conversation is making your smile refuse to fade, “Do you?”

He’s quiet for a moment while working your glove back on and you can’t help but cling onto every lingering touch of his fingertips to your bare skin. Something so subtle and yet… It was like ever since that night with Yuki, you’ve been overly aware of every touch upon your skin. Or, hey, perhaps it was just him. 

You’ve always known Gojo to be quite touchy, after all. 

“...No.” He eventually mumbles out in response to your question prior.

Your smile widens in triumph, “I didn’t think so.”

“Whatever,” He keeps your hand cupped in his own and scoffs. Then, he lifts your fingers to his lips again and kisses your clothed knuckles, “But seriously, I did miss you.”

You eye down his kiss and unintentionally soften your gaze, “It wouldn’t have hurt to send a letter or two, y’know.”

Running his thumb across the curves of your knuckles, Gojo gives you a toothy smile along with another wink, “True but uh, that goes both ways, beautiful.”

Now, while your banter with Gojo carries on in ways concerning to few, your knight and royal advisor stood idly by—merely watching the scene unfold in front of them.

They find themselves standing at a distance, having backed away from you the moment they saw Gojo rushing out to be the first to greet you. Even his guards and knights stood at a distance, giving the two of you nothing but your own little bubble of security and privacy for as long as either of you willed it so. 

“Have they always been this close?” Yuki asks the man standing to her left.

Higuruma shrugs. “I am not sure. I know little about their relationship, believe it or not.”

Yuki scoffs, “Can’t you advise against all that uh…” Her eyes narrow in on the way Gojo’s yet to remove his hand from you—seemingly always having this need to touch you. “Contact.”

“It is not my place to do so, Lady Tsukumo.” Higuruma huffs casually, turning to her shortly after, “Though, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound rather jealo—”

“They’re walking away.” She cuts off.

Higuruma, along with a nearby and also idle Utahime, looks over to you and Gojo only to spot your arm looped and locked with one of his as he talks your ear off and walks with you toward the palace.

Utahime is the first to start pacing toward them, “Seems like someone forgot about us rather quickly…” She frowns to herself whilst carrying a few of your necessary items in her arms.

Yuki and Higuruma are frozen where they stand for reasons unknown but after you and Gojo are about halfway to the palace entry doors, their feet remember how to operate and they move to follow.

The sound of you laughing at something inaudible from Gojo can be heard and Higuruma’s shoulders slump, “This is going to be a loong day, Lady Tsukumo.”

“Tell me about it.” She scoffs.

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[sweetshuga]

Roommates 7 ✧ CS [Finale]

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

roomie!chris! Finding the truth about your roommate—his dirty little secrets.

Everything went back to normal after your confrontation. You decided to forget about it all and go on about your day without thinking about the weird feelings you had developed.

Even so, you couldn’t ignore the way he would look at you sometimes – like he was checking you out – which the rational part of your brain kept telling you it was just your imagination and that you were delusional.

All the ground rules swirled in your mind like a broken record.

You can’t help but feel a small twinge of guilt when you remembered all the times you’ve broken the rules—without him knowing.

Rule number 1: Do not fall for each other.

You felt that spark you shouldn’t have felt.

Rule number 2: Do not invade each other’s privacy.

You eavesdropped his alone time.

Rule number 3: Do not touch each other’s belongings.

You took his camo tee.

Rule number 4: Don’t invite guests over after dark.

You let your friend come over despite it being late.

Rule number 5: Respect each other’s boundaries.

You went into his room while he was out.

Rule number 6: Do not lie to each other.

You lied through your teeth about not knowing where his camo tee was.

Rule number 7, the final rule: Clean up after yourself.

The final rule is the only one you haven’t broken yet, what to say, you were a bit of a clean freak after all. Chris, too, always kept his room tidy and cleaned after himself around the dorm.

𓆩♡𓆪

One evening, as you lounged on the couch, you felt a sudden feeling in your gut. You tried to shrug it off, thinking it was just a light stomach ache, but the feeling didn’t go away, only worsened.

Annoyed, you stood up—determined to get rid of the feeling. And as you walked, you couldn’t help but peek into Chris’ room; he had gone out.

Your stomach churned with nerves as you slowly let yourself in his room, yet again. You had broken the rule already, it wouldn’t hurt to break it again, right?

Your gaze landed on his bedside drawer, curiosity sparked within you as you took subconscious steps towards it. You wanted to know if that thong was still inside the drawer you previously found it in, and there it was, the same peach coloured frilly lacy thong.

You let out a small gasp as you checked the size and brand—it was without a doubt yours. You stared at the scrunched up fabric in your hands, questions flooded your head, the loudest one being, "why?" You echoed your thoughts out loud.

Looking around his room, you stood up, the thong clutched in your hands as you hesitantly opened his closet—only to find various polaroids of you and a few more of your lingerie.

The sight was almost too much to handle and you closed his closet, leaning against it, you murmured quietly, "what the fuck..." Confusion etched on your features.

You took a deep breath and turned around, facing the closet door once again and opened it. Crouching down as you inspected the polaroids. They were of you sleeping, looking away, cooking– he had taken them when you weren’t looking or paying attention.

"Jesus..." You breathed out, "what is all this?" Your hands reached for the lingerie. Pink lacy thongs, blue frilly ones, black g-strings—every one of them yours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Closing his bedroom door, you headed straight into your room. You plopped on your bed – looking up at the ceiling – with a drop in your gut. You only now knew who you were living under a roof with. A sick fucker, disguised by his good looks and innocent behaviour.

Despite your thoughts and the fright you felt, there was a small smile on your face—as if you were relishing in the newfound attention.

You weren’t as scared as you should’ve been, instead, his obsession with you seemed to make your heart race, in a sick, twisted way.

𓆩♡𓆪

When Chris arrived back to the dorm, he noticed that his room door was slightly ajar, and as he entered it, his heart dropped to the floor.

The things he so desperately wanted to hide – his dirty little secrets – were scattered all across his bed and floor. Lingerie and Polaroids adorning his once tidy room.

His heart raced with fear and excitement as he looked back at your bedroom door, closed but with a note stuck on it.

"I know."

𓆩♡𓆪

Rule number 7: Clean up after yourself.

You had left it messy, on purpose.

𓆩♡𓆪

rule. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Origin

wc. 754

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This is the last part of the blurb series! But spoiler? I'm writing the full length fanfic to the series! Dunno when I'll finish it, let's just say I got a writers block kinda situation going on right now, sucks ass but yeah... At least this one is the longest in the series. And as much as I want to continue this series, the rules are limited sooo... Here we are, saying goodbye to roomie!chris, for now ♡

Also, the fact that the blurb series started off with a cute little fluff kinda thing to this? Plot twist hoes 😋

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xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[lucidfairies]

drummer girl [a.a]

pairing: punk drummer!abby x reader

summary: dina dragged you to a bar for a concert, and you naturally thought it would be lame as hell... you were wrong!

warnings: sub!top!abby, dom!bottom!reader, poc friendly (if it's not lemme know ASAP), begging, praise kink, face riding, cunnilingus [r], mommy kink uh [r], squirting, tribbing AHHHH, orgasm denial, masturbation

wc: 3.6k

collaborators: @enbesbian / @enbesbians

"please, I will seriously pay you to come with me," dina begged, following you around the kitchen as you put away dishes. "you know how important this is to me, I can't just go alone!! I need you there. you're my wing woman."

you sighed, running your hands down your face. "dina, this is my one night off a week. why would I want to spend it at some bar seeing a band that I don't even like?" she frowned.

"how would you know that you don't like them if you've never listened to them before? just come with. you spend all your time at home and that's not how a young, beautiful college student should be spending her life." you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm.

"look.. if I agree to come with you-" she squealed, "you're doing the dishes all month. deal?" dina clapped her hands and grinned.

"perfect. deal. now, let's go pick out your outfit." she grabbed your arm and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, skipping all the way there while you walked.

you and your roommate dina had lived together for two years, ever since you met each other on campus. the first year was in a dorm... but that didn't really count. ever since then, you had become best friends, and essentially did everything together.

the first time dina mentioned this concert was two weeks ago, when she casually brought up that she was talking to a rockstar (her words). rockstar was a stretch, seeing as the band only had a few thousand followers on insta, but they were big on tiktok.

now, she was claiming that you had to come so that it wouldn't be awkward if her and this rockstar met up backstage and talked, and she wouldn't take no for an answer - no matter how much you said it.

that's how you got here, dolled up in cargos and a corset, going to see a band that you've never heard of with your asshole of a roomie. at least she blew your hair out for you and assisted with your makeup.

"jesus dina, it's packed. I thought you said this was gonna be a lowkey thing." you frowned. she didn't even bother answering, just locked her hand in yours and tugged you to the front of the crowd.

"you'll survive if you stop whining, y/n. just relax. you're way to wound up, I should get you a blunt." before you could ask her not to leave, she was gone. you didn't want a blunt, at least not right now - dealing with this many people high would probably give you a seizure.

the lights dimmed before dina got back, and when she did, she had two fruity drinks with her. "drink up, mama. tonight's gonna be so much fun."

the band was rock, and their lead singer and guitarist was the girl that dina was drooling over. her name was something like ellie, or eliza. you couldn't really remember, and the drink that she gave you was strong as shit.

maybe she was right, maybe you did just need to loosen up. by the time the drink was finished, you were grabbing her hands and dancing to the music with her, letting the alcohol take over your senses for a little while.

dina spun you, and while you were mid spin, you caught the eyes of someone on stage, and suddenly you felt incredibly sober, even if you were still buzzing. you let dina dance with herself for a minute as you tried to catch another glimpse of the drummer, but ellie was moving so much that you could barely see anything.

finally, ellie moved to a stationary microphone to play a slower song, and you could see the drummer in full view; hair pulled off her face revealing her blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp jaw. she was in a loose muscle tee, and had a few layered necklaces from what you could tell, and she was looking at you.

you slapped dina's arm lightly and she turned to you, smiling like she had just downed four more cups of whatever you were drinking. "who's their drummer?" you yelled.

"that's abby," she yelled back, "you can meet her later." she went back to dancing, while you turned back to the drummer, abby, who was now focused on her music as she sang chords with ellie.

when her portion of the song was over, she looked back up for a moment and locked eyes with you again. you were truly the only one she was looking for, out of the few hundred people in the crowd. there was just something so perfect about the way the light hit you, making your face glow and your body look exquisite. you looked like an angel.

the concert went on for another hour or two, you weren't exactly tracking. all you knew were abby's eyes, and you didn't seek to be knowledgeable about anything else but her. you had to know her. had to have her.

when ellie sat her guitar down at quarter past eleven, you felt like you were being stabbed. the night was over. people were leaving. the band was walking off stage. "will you stay here while I go talk to ellie?"

"I thought I came to make it less awkward when you talked to ellie," your eyebrows knit in confusion.

"please don't hate me but I lied to get you out of the house," she was already backing up, "I'm gonna go do adult things with her so.. stay here. you're my ride." she turned on her heel and sped back stage while you scoffed. she was dead when she got back.

you slid into one of the booths and scrolled on your phone for a while, actually following the band's insta and tiktok. your phone was dying, and you needed the charge to get home, so you sighed and sat it down, staring at your hands while you picked your nails.

"did your friend leave you?" you looked up as you heard a voice, undoubtedly directed towards you. and. fuck. it was her - the drummer who you were making eyes with for three hours, who you were convinced you were never going to see again.

"she's in the back hooking up with ellie," abby snickered, cheeks a little rosey. you noticed some equipment she must've sat down, and you wondered how long she had been standing there before you acknowledged her.

"yeah, that checks. the door was locked when I tried to get my stuff." a silence fell between the two of you, and you tried to think of anything you could say.

"you had a really nice show," you broke the silence, smiling nervously, "I've never heard you guys play before tonight. it was crazy good." she stuffed one of her hands in her pocket and rubbed the back of her neck.

"thanks so much," she was practically giggling at the compliment. "uh, I gotta put some stuff away and head out.. d'ya think I could get your number?" you took her phone quickly, putting your number and name into it. you handed it back to her, smiling.

"abby, let's fucking go already," a man yelled into the bar from outside, looking at her with an annoyed expression.

she broke your eye contact to flip him off, then smiled. "I should probably go.. I'll text you." she picked up her bags and took them out to a van, then got it. dina came out seconds later, hair disheveled and makeup smudged.

"I don't wanna know." you said, sliding out of your booth and walking towards the car, your arm over her shoulders and her arm around your waist.

- - -

an hour later, your phone buzzed. ideally, you should've been asleep, but you couldn't get over the prior interaction. how could someone get over that? a hot drummer, with arms for days (something you couldn't see on stage) and the prettiest face, wanted your number.

hey it's abby :)

you responded with your name and asked her how her night was, and the following hours were spent talking about random things until the sun came up. she told you about this annoying guy in her band, talked about her tattoos, explained why she became a drummer. you were essentially head over heels.

it wasn't until late in the morning that she asked you to dinner, but that hardly mattered. she asked you to dinner. abby. the insanely hot drummer.

"dina, help," you ran into her room, throwing your phone onto her bed and running your hands through your hair, tugging at your roots. "abby asked me out. I haven't gone on a date in years, what do I wear? what do I say?"

"abby as in.. drummer abby? ellie's abby?" you nodded and she gaped. "girl, you have game!! everyone wants abby and she wants you. this is big news. where are you guys going?" dina got out of her bed, dragging you back to your room to assist in your tragedy.

you weren't going anywhere fancy, just some pizza place, but dina seemed to have all the answers to every question. she gave you baggy jeans and a cute crop to wear, helping you style your hair and giving you a kiss on the cheek before she left to let you do your makeup.

"I would hit," dina joked when you came out of your bedroom. "but for real, you look so hot. she's so lucky." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help yourself from grinning. you and abby didn't halt your texting after she asked you out, and the more you learned about her, the more you liked her.

"does the jacket ruin the outfit?" you asked, pouting in the body mirror in the hallway.

"no babe, you're just overthinking. be safe, no sex without protection, talk about boundaries, if you need me call me. I love you, have fun!" dina pushed you out the door and shut it behind you, prohibiting you from second guessing yourself.

and dinner went... better than anything you could've thought. somehow, every bad thought, every intrusive thought, just relaxed around her. you weren't worried that she wasn't going to like your outfit, especially after the way she praised your body like a temple. you weren't worried about anything.

did it count as u-hauling if you absolutely undoubtedly knew she was the one?

she insisted on driving you home, claiming that Ubers were way too unsafe for such a pretty girl like you, and spent the drive back to your house singing along to music on the radio.

when she arrived at your apartment building, she walked you up to the door, blushing like a mad woman and smiling. "I.. um, we.. we have a gig next week, same place and time if you.. y'know.. wanna come."

"I'll be there. front row." you smiled, taking a small step forward. "is this when we say goodnight?" you giggled. she cupped your jaw and leaned in, lips hovering over yours.

"can I kiss you, y/n?" her mouth quirked into a smirk as you pressed your lips into hers. you felt that smirk under your lips disappear as your tongue breeched her lips, and your teeth took ahold of her bottom lip. after a while, she pulled away, cheeks still red. "sorry.. if we keep going I might start moaning."

"hm," you shrugged, "I'll see you next week, drummer girl."

- - -

dina was on the phone, hyping you up for tonight's concert and apologizing for being unable to come. she was away for this week, visiting family, which conveniently left your house empty. it wasn't the first date anymore, right? that meant it was okay to do things now, and you were certainly thinking about it.

"girl you should get some action tonight!" dina squealed, "it's the perfect night. she'll be all hot and sweaty, and the house will be empty."

"d, we've been dating for a week. we're not even official." you laughed, propping the phone up as you touched up your hair and makeup.

"you're lesbians, babe. you could've never talked before and be fucking right now." you grinned, getting up and giving dina a full fit check. tonight's fit was parachute pants, a tube bra, and a bomber jacket.

"okay, I gotta leave. see you soon, my love." you kissed the screen then hung up, calling your Uber and heading to the bar. just like last time, the joint was packed, and it was incredibly harder to get to the front of the crowd than last time.

abby waved from between her drums, smiling. you waved back, smiling the same. she looked so good; hair down, pasties hardly covering anything but her nipples, tits on display. you couldn't wait to see her up close, have her pressed against you as she kissed you.. or other things.

they played spectacularly, blowing the minds of everyone who didn't know how amazing they were. when ellie gave closing remarks, you instinctively moved towards the door to backstage, waiting for someone to let you in.

ellie came out, smiling at you as she held the door open. you slipped in, finding abby in one of the backrooms packing up her stuff. "hey baby," you shut the door behind her, coming towards her. she looked up, grinning at you and pulling you in for a kiss.

you pulled away, taking in her appearance. the pasties covered less up close, and her abs, which you hadn't known she had, were perfectly sculpted and the waistband of her boxers were showing off from under her cargos, and she looked absolutely delicious. but aside from that, her blonde happy trail was leading to places you had to see.

"did you enjoy the show?" she was blushing again, noticing your gaze on her body.

"yeah, but I enjoyed the view more." you pulled her in again, kissing her harsher than before, running your hands down her waist and over her stomach. she gasped into your mouth when you ran your fingers above and between the ridges of her abs. "wanna go back to mine?"

"hell yeah I do." and that's how you ended up in her car, with her hand on your thigh, as you directed her to your apartment. you guys stumbled in, trying to get in as fast as possible. you kicked off your shoes and pressed your mouth to hers again, pulling at her neck as you stumbled towards your bedroom.

she fell back, pulling you into her lap and kissing your neck. hickies traced her path as she grabbed everything, gently grinding your hips or tugging at your shirt. the moment you ran your hands over her tits, she started whining like a bitch in heat. "please touch me, please put your hands on my tits baby, please," she pressed her nose into your jaw, moaning when you peeled the pasties off and started flicking her nipples.

her back arched against your hand, nipples clearly sensitive. she got louder when you kissed her chest, then took her nipple in your mouth, grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your head there. "does that feel good, sweetheart?" you asked, almost condescending because everyone in the room knew the answer.

"s'good. so good," she kissed your neck softly as she ran her hands over your sides and pulled your tube top up and off, letting your tits spill out. her tongue was on them in no time, licking and sucking and nipping. "please top me," she mumbled once she kissed her way back up to your neck.

"what was that, abs?" you giggled when she whimpered.

"want you to top me, mommy." you stood, shimmying off your pants and underwear and pulling your hair up.

"on your knees in front of me, angel." she hurried up, kneeling in front of you as you positioned yourself on the bed. she placed her hands on the sides of your thighs and pulled you forward slightly, kissing the inside of your thighs. "wanna eat my pussy?"

"yes, please let me," you grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head into your cunt, hearing her muffled moans. she licked a fat stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth and licking harshly.

"fuck.. you were made to get on your knees, huh?" your voice came out as a pant, and you groaned when she moaned into your pussy. her boxers were weeping, drenched in how you made her feel. it was like she was being punched in a good way, in a way that made her clit ache and beat.

she continued to suck your clit as her middle finger gathered your slick and pushed into you, whining again at the easy intrusion. it's like she was getting off on getting you off, and you were living for it. but you definitely weren't going to let her cum until you'd had your fill.

when she added a second finger, your stomach was already flipping. she curled them up, matching her finger speed with the speed she was sucking your clit, and you felt the familiar tingle in your legs, that shot up to your stomach. "gonna come," you moaned, letting your head fell back as you saw stars.

she milked every last drop, waiting until you were absolutely finished to pull her fingers out. you cocked your eyebrow and almost instantly she sucked your cum off her fingers, eyes blown and dark. "what do you want, abby?" you asked, gently wrapping your hand around her throat so that she looked up at you.

"want you to sit on my face," she swallowed hard, "please, I can make you feel so good, I promise I'll make you feel good," you were definitely nervous, but you complied, letting her adjust and lay back on your bed, beckoning for you to climb over.

you placed your thighs on either side of her head and hovered, watching as she admired your pussy. her eyes were wide but the blue had almost turned grey, absolutely entranced by you. "you look so pretty, don't you?" you cooed.

you ran your hands down your body, spreading your lips with your fingers so that she could see just how wet you were. her jaw dropped, and you could feel her warm breath against you. you messed with your clit for a moment above her before sinking two of your fingers right into your hole.

you fucked yourself slowly, moaning as you hit your g-spot over and over. abby was just watching, eagerly waiting until you let her have her turn. you fucked yourself right until you came, pulling your fingers out and letting it drip onto her face.

"I need you to let me fuck you," she huffed, eyes still focused on your center as she stuck out her tongue. she finally looked up at you, so you tangled your hands in her hair and sunk down, letting her do the rest.

you ground your hips against her tongue until she slowed your hips and maneuvered her hands to rub your clit with her thumb, tongue fucking you as deep as she could.

she was mumbling incoherent things into your cunt, whining about how she never wanted to stop eating you out. you briefly pulled up, letting her get air. "you taste so good," she moaned, panting, "never wanna stop," the last word got cut off as you sat back down.

abby was having the time of her life - head tightened between the thighs of an absolutely gorgeous girl as you rode her face. but she was so fucking wet, and you had yet to do anything but touch her tits, and she was desperate for you. she needed you to tell her what to do and where to be.

your stomach flipped, the overstimulation from your last orgasm hitting you hard as you got close. "want me to come on your face, abby? wanna make a mess?" abby whimpered, vibrations pushing you over the edge.

after a few moments, you rolled off of her and fell next to her, breathing heavily. you sat up, moving between her legs. her stomach fluttered at the thought of cumming on your fingers or tongue. "you're soaking the sheets, princess." her hips bucked as you gently ran your thumb over her clit and down her slit.

you spread her legs then lifted one and straddled her hip, hovering again. "what-what are you doing?" she stuttered, but you didn't bother to answer as you lowered yourself down, cunts clashing as you rolled your hips forward. "fuck.. feels so good mommy,"

abby was practically screaming. her moans were almost shrieks at how heavenly it felt. she had never done something like this before, most of the time it was lowkey with her other partners and all they wanted was the strap - but this. this was different.

your pussy was covered in her slick and it felt phenomenal, she was pulsing and throbbing and so wet. you grabbed one of her tits harshly and pulled at her nipple, twisting it right as your clit landed against hers.

"I can't-I can't, fuck, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum," abby wasn't ready for whatever feeling came next, but it was different - abrupt. there was no buildup, and it was probably the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

you lifted off of her slightly, watching white pour from her swollen cunt, and giggling as she squirted. her head was back, chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high. "you squirted all over my pussy, baby." she propped herself up on her elbows and blushed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as you climbed off of her.

"you don't need to apologize, sweet girl," she smiled into your mouth as you kissed her, pulling her in by her neck. "we should go shower, what do you think?"

"sounds good to me." let's just say that the shower was not rated pg.

a/n: this ended lowkey super weird BUT that's okay. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO FERN FOR HELPING MEEEEE they literally wrote this guys. go check on the art this was based on and give it SO MUCH LOVE or I'll hurt u ty ty. next time she'll fuck u with her sticks 😚

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Isn't she pretty? 1870 Victorian in Marengo, IL has 3bds, 1.5ba, $325k.

Light, bright, open entrance hall. I don't even mind that they painted the moldings white, b/c look at the original front door, paneled walls and original floors.

Beautiful keeping room where guests sat to wait for the host to appear.

Lovely light blue sitting room. It's got white woodwork, but it all seems to be there, even the ceiling molding and a small medallion.

It looks like they use this as a TV room. It's so nice when people actually use the house.

This is nice and appears to have an original light fixture. Not sure about the fireplace, though.

The dining room is so pretty. Looks like there're pocket doors, too. I'm wondering if they restored this house, b/c the fireplaces have been replaced by non-working ones.

The kitchen's cute and has a modern/vintage look.

Chef's stove. Look at the lanterns.

There's a vintage sink and a fridge in the pantry.

Isn't this fun? They have an antique penny lock on the powder room door, that was used in a public restroom.

The bedrooms are blank slates. In the primary bd. the panels can be painted a different color or finished with wallpaper. There's a small walk-in closet, too.

Bd. #2 also has a closet.

Bd. 3 is quite large. They're waiting for some beautiful decor and look at the carpet. It's brand new.

The bath has a lovely sink vanity made from an antique piece.

The tub looks so elegant with its gold feet. Nice job.

I don't know why they list 3 bds., b/c here's a nice roomy 4th.

Plus, a 5th. And, they all have closets. Maybe b/c there's only 1 bath?

In the back hall, there's a laundry room under the stairs.

This is lovely. A large screened in porch off the pantry.

There's a small patio and a beautiful garden.

Full 1 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/406-W-Prairie-St-Marengo-IL-60152/5033844_zpid/

[spidybaby]

do another pedri the type ❤️ please

Pedri the type 2

Summary: The type of boyfriend Pedri would be in different situations of life.

Warnings: cursing.

He's the type to do activities with you without questioning them.

"Okay, now that's a coffee cup." You giggle. "Look at mine." You say, showing him your cup.

He smiles, looking at how happy you look with your work. "Está guapa eh!" He smiles. "I'm painting mine blue and red, like the club."

You try to decide what color you should paint your cup. You wanted something cute, maybe some pastels.

"Try some light green." He suggests. "Or some white and some flowers."

You nod, doing the flowers one. You grab a white coat of paint, making sure to create an even canvas for your painting.

You two work on your own pieces. Laughing at how concentrated and cute your faces made. Pedri showed you his work, explaining the drawing he did.

"Muy guapa," He says, looking at your cup. "Mine has a small dog, like nilo."

You smile at how much you love doing these activities. You love that he takes the free time he has to spend it with you.

He's the type to let you ramble about your day. If it's bad, he let you talk your anger out. If it's good, he celebrates with you.

"Una putada!" You say, frowning. "He fucked up and decided to throw me under the bus by saying it was me."

He passed the salt to you. Letting you talk about your day, letting you get your frustration out.

"I had to stay two extra hours." You move the pasta you were cooking. "And they told me that I need to go to work this weekend."

You slam the kitchen rag on the counter. Frustrated. He grabs two plates, serving the pasta on them.

"Want some cheese?" He asks.

"Si," you say. "A lot." You pout.

He nods, adding extra extra cheese to your plate. He brings the plates to the table, watching you serve the drinks.

"And my bubblegum fell on the ground today." You pout, handing him his drink.

You frown for a little, staying quiet. He's smiling, trying not to chuckle at how you look. Looking at your food with your serious face.

You sigh, relaxing a little now that you told him about your day. You stop the frown on your head, sipping your drink.

"How was your day?" You ask him, now smiling.

He smiles back, grabbing your hand and kissing it. "It was good. Today, I scored the winning goal of my team."

We all know his parents and Fer live with him, so I think he's the type to crash your place. Like on a random Thursday, you would get back home and find him watching a cartoon.

You open the door, watching the video your friend sent you. You leave your bag on the couch. Taking your shoes off and walking to your room.

You noticed the sound of the TV. Thinking that maybe you didn't turn it off. You hit yourself mentally.

You open the door, finding a very concentrated Pedri. He's eating some pistachios, enjoying some Sponge Bob.

"Hola, pepi." You smile happily. You move closer to him, kissing his lips. "What are you watching."

He moves to the side, so you fit on the bed with him. You join him, hugging his side. "I'm watching Sponge Bob." He says happily, kissing your hair.

He offers you some of his snack and drink. You accepted happy. You love watching cartoons and better if you have him by your side.

He's the type to add his touch to your place. Even if it's a room on your parents' house, a room on a shared house with roomies, your own place. He would add his touch.

"Pedri, this is too much." You say, rolling your eyes at him. "You just got me a new TV. The gifts need to stop."

Pedri stands with his hands on his waist, smiling at his new purchase. A new ps5 with a cover on your favorite color.

"It's your favorite color." He says. "And the controller is the same color." He points at it.

You shake your head, smiling at how cute he looks. "Amor, thank you for the thought of picking the PS5 with a cover of my favorite color." You say, hugging him. "Thank you for the new TV, for the drinks you got me, for the snacks and everything else you got me."

"You don't have to thank me." He smiles, hugging me harder. "I'm going to teach you how to play, I even got you your own fifa."

You frown, still smiling. "Amor, I can't play fifa."

"That's why I have my own controller." He points you at the boxes. "I'm teaching you how to play."

You feel his happiness and instantly feel really happy. He was doing this as a way to spend time with you and to let you into his favorite things to do.

When you do your makeup, he will try to ask you what for is everything you use, even if it's only mascara and blush. He would ask.

"And why do you wet the strawberry?" He asks.

You laugh, taking the water excess out of your strawberry shaped sponge. "It's because if you wet your sponge, it gives the skin a more natural finish."

He nods, paying attention to your movements. You grab your concealer, applying some to your undereyes.

"I know what that's for." He smiles.

He looks at you with puppy eyes. You tell him about different things.

"Why are you leaving that white powder?" He asks, confused.

You chuckle. "This is called baking. It's a makeup technique." You smile. "I like how it makes my makeup look."

"And this other powder?" He points at the compact.

"It's bronzer. It's used to contour the frame of the face." You say, showing him how you do it. "I apply it on my nose to mark it."

He can't help his smiles.

"Can I help you with your blush?" He asks.

You nod, passing him the brush. "You can pick the shade." You show him the options. "I have rare beauty, I have fenty, I have some bissu." You place the blushes in front of him.

"I like this shade." He grabs the blush. "Can I use this?"

You nod. "Si, dale."

You love how he's so careful and caring. Kissing your nose when he's done. He grabs your hips, making you turn back to the mirror.

"Do you feel bonita?" He asks. Remembering the tik tok sound. You nod, smiling at him. "Wonderful because you look bonita." He hugs you.

He's the type to watch you do your skincare routine. He would stare at you in awe.

You apply your cream, feeling a lot better now that your skin is clean and your fresh. You feel more relaxed.

You turn back to the room. Finding Pedri's eyes focused on you. "You okay, pepi?" You ask him.

He nods, giving you a half smile. His eyes never leave yours. You smile back at him, turning back to the mirror to keep applying your next step.

You grab your last step. From time to time, you look over the mirror to where he is. You notice that his eyes are still focused on you.

You place everything back in order. Taking a last look in the mirror and walking out of the bathroom.

You walk over to where he is. Grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips and forehead. "Night Night, pepi." You smile.

"Night Night, preciosa."

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl

[manga-and-stuff-2]

Manga and Stuff recommends stuff: 2025 edition

Here's a list of manga I can wholeheartedly recommend.

Apologies for flooding your dash with emojis like this, but this seemed like the clearest and easiest way to do this rating system.

Explanation of each symbol:

1 - 5 rating for intensity or amount of these themes: 💀 = contains graphic violence / gore / Body horror 🌧 = handles traumatic themes such as abuse or grief 😂 = comedic elements 🌼 = Calm / light-hearted 🔞 = Adult oriented (contains explicit nudity, sex, etc.) 👀 = very different from the most recent anime/movie adaption

Yes or No ratings: 👶 = suitable for younger audiences (~ age 12 and up) 🚀 = Quick read (less than 6 Volumes) 🎨 = interesting / distinctive art-style 💞 = Story primarily focuses on romance ⭐ = Personal favorite

Example: This rating (🚀 💀💀💀💀💀 🔞🔞😂) would indicate the the manga: - is a quick read - contains a lot or very intense violence / gore / body horror - contains some nudity / sex scenes here and there - has a few funny scene

Full list under the cut:

Abara(🚀), BLAME!, NOiSE(🚀) and Biomega by Tsutomu Nihei (💀💀💀💀 🎨 ⭐)

ACCA: 13-Territory Inspection Dept by Natsume Ono (🎨 🌼 👶 😂 ⭐) 

After God by Sumi Eno (🎨 🔞 🌧🌧🌧🌧 💀💀💀💀 😂😂 ⭐)

Ajin - Demi-Human by Gamon Sakurai (🎨 🌧 💀💀💀💀 😂)

AKIRA by Katsuhiro Otomo (👀👀👀👀👀 🔞🔞 💀💀💀💀💀 🌧🌧🌧🌧 😂😂)

All You Need is Kill by Hiroshi Sakurazaka (👀 💀💀💀 🚀)

Aria by Kozue Amano (🌼🌼🌼 👶👶👶 😂😂😂)

Berserk by Kentaro Miura (🎨 🔞🔞🔞 💀💀💀💀💀 🌧🌧🌧🌧 😂)

Blue Flag by KAITO (🌼🌼🌼 👶👶 😂😂 💞 ⭐)

Blue Period by Tsubasa Yamaguchi (🎨 🌧 👶)

BIBLIOMANIA by Orval and Macchiro (🎨 🚀 🌧🌧🌧🌧 💀💀💀💀 ⭐)

Chainsaw Man by Tatsuki Fujimoto (🔞🔞🔞 💀💀💀💀💀 🌧🌧 😂😂😂)

Changes of Heart by KUJIRA (🔞 🌼🌼🌼 😂😂 💞)

Dai Dark by Q Hayashida (🎨💀💀💀 🌼🌼 😂😂😂)

Dark Summoner to Dekiteiru by Shaoh (🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 🌼🌼🌼 😂😂😂😂 🚀 💞)

Delicious in Dungeon by Ryoko Kui (💀 🌼🌼 👶👶 😂😂😂)

Dorohedoro by Q Hayashida (🎨  💀💀💀 🌼🌼 😂😂😂 ⭐)

Dungeon Friends Forever by Yasuhisa Kuma (😂😂😂😂 🌼🌼🌼🌼 👶 💞)

Eden: it's an Endless World by Hiroki Endo (🎨 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧 💀💀💀💀💀) 

Elden Ring - The Road to the Erdtree by Nikiichi Tobita (👀👀👀👀👀 👶 😂😂😂😂😂 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼)

Emanon Series by Kenji Tsuruta (🎨 🌧 🚀 🌼 🔞)

Eniale & Dewiela by Shirahama Kamome (🎨 👶 🚀 😂😂😂😂😂 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼)

Fist of the North Star by Tetsuo Hara and Buronson (💀💀💀💀💀 👶 😂😂😂😂😂 🔞)

FLCL by Hajime Ueda (🎨 👀👀👀👀 👶 🚀 😂😂😂😂😂 🌼🌼🌼🌼 ⭐)

Flying Witch by Chihiro Ishizuka (👶 😂😂😂😂😂 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼)

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[incorrectroomerang]

[leah-lover]

First time. Alessia russo x reader.

Smut 18+

Alessia's first time.

You loved England camp. You didn’t get to see a lot of your friends because you played abroad. So you get to make up for lost time. Since the beginning of your career Alessia lotte you have climbed every ladder together. Then at the beginning of your international career you added Ella to the mix. The 4 of you were inseparable.

You spent a few years at Man United and your relationship with Ella and Alessia got even stronger. You seem to understand each other just by eye contact.

After a few years at United you got picked to go to france. This move affected your relationship greatly because you didn't have timùe to hang out, or talk at all. This drives a little wedge in your relationship.

The only time you guys hung out was in camp.

This time was no different, after training and the team dinner, you lotte, ella and alessia went to your and alessia’s roomù to hang out.

The conversation flew by as you caught up with their lives.

“ So are you seeing anyone?” asked lotte who was sitting next to me in bed, ella and alessia were in the opposite bed.

“ define seeing.” you replied.

“ dating.” she clarified.

“ Well that's not it, but I have been with people, yes.” you answer with all honesty. “ What about you lessi.” you ask.

“ You see less face blush and she turns red quickly. '' I still haven't found the one, '' she replied.

“ It's not about the one lessi bear, it's about basic human needs.” you add.

“ Well no not for me. I want to feel safe and comfortable and I still haven't found the person yet.” she says now turning completely flushed.

“ Well I think you are less beautiful and that person would be lucky.” you say

“ stop it you lot flirt with each other when we are not here.” said Ella jokingly.

“ I think that's our que toone . I am tired, let's go.”

“But i'm having a blast” she complained which earned her a smack on the arm. They quickly got up and left.

You were left with your roomie and you both went separately to do your nighttime routine. After a while you were both comfy in your separate beds but neither one of you could sleep.

“Do you think I am wrong for waiting?” She asked out of the blue.

“ I don't think you are wrong but I think you are missing out.” You responded with your eyes closed. The only light source in the room was a small lamp in the far corner so you couldn't read Alessia’s face but you heard her shift to her side facing you.

“ I think I waited too long . I am just embarrassed.” She says

“ No, the point you made about needing someone you trust is valid.” You responded. You feel her progressing blue eyes staring at you but you don't look back afraid of what you will see.

“Look at me.” she ordered.

You slowly shift to face her only seeing her shape because the room was dark.

“Less, don't mess with me.”

“ I trust you. I… you know.”

“ I don't actually.”

“Please come here.”

You obey her order, go next to her and slip under her covers.

“ Use your words start girl “

“Please kiss me.’

You do as she says, and give her the sweetest, most lovely kids in the world.

“ We can stop if you want to.” You insist

“No, I want this. I want you. I want to feel you.” She says before groping your face and kissing you sensually.

You stay like that for a while before you move to her neck and kids it softly. Then get coalker bone Al while you hands are roaming her body and hers are feeling yours.

Alessia was patient, she didn't rush to ask for anything, she was the most perfect girl.

“ You are such a good girl baby.” You say when you take off her shirt and bra to test if she would like it. You only got a sweet little moan in response.

“You are so beautiful.” You praise her as you move to her breasts.

You give each one a good amount of kissing and attention wanting to use other things so as not to overwhelm her.

You then slide your hands in her panties discovering the wet patch

“Somebody is excited.” You whisper in her ear only to see that her eyes were glued shut

“You are the most beautiful, perfect girl in the world. You are doing exactly what you should do, which is to enjoy yourself.” you whisper again in her ear soothing her.

She relaxed before she jumped again when your finger touched her swollen clit.

“It's okay baby girl.” You whisper again soothing her

You start rubbing little circles on her clit. You find a place that you think satisfied her as she becomes a moaning mess

“ Less I am gonna slip my finger inside you stop me when you feel uncomfortable.” You say to which she nodded.

“ No less your words please.”

“Okay I will.” She says while panting.

The first finger you slid in was painful as you watched her mix up a moan with a hiss. But when you loosened her up and slid the second one she got comfortable.

After a while of fucking her she says.

“Please I.. am… go…” she stutters.

“ It's okay, star girl, come for me baby. Come on my fingers.” You say as she releases the filthiest moans and comes on your fingers.

“That is a baby Ride it out.” You say kidding her again

‘ that was fucking amazing.”;She says.

“I am supposed to return the favor right?” she asks nervously.

“ Not today you need to rest.” You respond.

“Can you sleep next to me tonight?” She asks .

“Okay.” You say kissing her again.

[jscrawls]

Grave.... Makeups?

Another Constantine and Addams reader one shot because they're growing on me

I said I'd do one about Constantine and Addams reader again! Sorry it took me a while and I hope you're still around anon 💜🖤💜

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you wake up in the dead of night to the sound of growling out in your hallway, harley’s hyenas circling your door while chuffing agitatedly and making strange sounds, this isn’t anything new to you so you intended to roll over and go back to sleep, maybe you’ll return to your lovely little nightmare….then you hear harleys sleepy voice outside your door.

“ey? what the hell are ya doin here?”

that sounds like an intruders possibly here, how exiting! you sit up out of bed and throw some more decent clothes on over your sleepwear - you don’t want to show a little too much to your roomies after all - you’re already imagining all the exiting possibilities, it could be a robber, a kidnapper, or maybe even a hired assassin!

you’re practically skipping as you cross the room and all but rip the door open and poke your head out the room.

what you see makes you freeze up though, and not out of exitement or joyous terror, no what you see is harley and her hyenas circling around your ex boyfriend. that’s not the shock you were expecting…

“i’m surprised you got past the swamp rats outside…” you say flatly as you step out of your room and cross your arms over your chest, meeting his eye.

you watch as he tenses up where he stands, like a deer in headlights as he looks you up and down quickly. harley looks between the two of you quickly, her messy bed-head hair swinging around fast enough to be audible in the suddenly-silent hallway.

“Well hello to you too, gorgeous…. Nice place you've got here, it's very you.” john starts awkwardly, looking around the cob-web infested hallway that’s decorated with some of your favorite paintings and sculptures of various beasts.

your voice is flat as you reply. “Hello Constantine.”

harley looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, which would be much more interesting in your opinion than the situation you’re in now. when are you ever not exuberant? why are you monotone and annoyed sounding? you find joy in being bitten by pam’s plants what the fuck is up with you and the wizard guy?? she scoots sideways like a crab towards you and holds her hand up to her mouth like she’s trying to be secretive, she’s rather loud when she whispers in your ear though.

“Umm…. How do you two…?” she trails off pointedly, gesturing with her head towards the british blond.

you hum in acknowledgement without looking away from the man. “Constantine here is an acquaintance of mine.”

John visibly winces at that, not even an ‘that’s my ex’? not even an ‘that’s an old friend’?? the man looks like he's deflating like a balloon where he stands. he’s visibly slouching more and more and he awkwardly buries his hands in his trench coat pockets.

“Right…I was hoping to…have a chat with you, love. Just the two of us.” he gives you a hopeful glance, light blue eyes darting towards harley for a moment before returning to your form. harley puffs up slightly and starts nudging her hyenas with a suspicious glower on her face. “you broke into someone’s house just ta chat with em? that sounds like something me and red would do, that’s suspicious behaviour!”

you hold a hand up before harley can get herself worked up and maybe sick a hyena or two on the man. “….it's alright looney, me and John will take this to the play room.”

you turn and walk down the dark hallway without further comment, john gives harley a very confused look.

“…the play room?”

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“…this is quite the setup you've got here, I think your collections even more impressive now….” john trails his finger along your stretching rack appreciatively, he’d always thought your vintage decor was fascinating. And you've clearly been finding more torture pieces since moving to Gotham.

You step past him to sit on a nail bed, you're still oddly quiet. “Mhmm….”

John watches you with a barely concealed wince, he can't seem to find a good placement for his hands as he hesitantly stalks closer to you. Tucking them in The pockets of his trenchcoat, shoving his thumbs in his belt, fiddling with the handle of his blade, John doesn't flinch at the sight of ghosts and demons, would happily climb in a sack with the likes of shark King, would hit on Batman of all people. But you somehow make him nervous like a young boy again.

Maybe it's because he knows you, what you're capable of, maybe it's the uncharacteristic frown and that look in your eye, maybe it's just you. For once john Constantine doesn't know what to do but try to talk. “…you look sickly, (name). Like you're unwell.”

You press your lips together thinly, not swayed at all by his feeble attempt to start the conversation. “Sweet words aren't going to butter me up, John.”

He tries not to show any reaction to your words as he continues, his gaze steadily locked on your sitting form. “I know, that's why I'd like to apologize again…for…what happened between us.”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously as he speaks, blunt nails digging into the blond hair at the back of his neck and tugging on it in his nerves. You're surprised he's not chewing his nails at this point.

“…that's very mature of you, but I don't think you mean it.”

And how can you? He shows up after all this time just to say a simple little sorry? A simple sorry won't make you forget what happened between you two.

He quickly holds his hands up placatingly and shifts closer to you, his boot nearly touching your slipper. “I do! I promise you luv, I do mean it. I thought I was doing right by you back then, I was trying to show you I wasn't only capable of fear and aggression…I'm sorry I left you unhappy instead.”

You click your tongue loudly behind your teeth as you tilt your chin up to gaze at him, your stare meeting his makes him shift and fidget in place once again.

“I wasn't hurt by that, I was hurt that you changed yourself. I was hurt that you saw me not being a demon as something to act differently about. I want authenticity in my home and in my relationships, John. Whatever that looks like.” you look away from him as you trail your hand over the steel nails rhythmically, the rough scratching on your fingertips soothing you.

john stares at you in surprised silence for a moment, his hands slowly drop down and bury in his pant pockets as he considers your words mutely. After a bit he speaks again in a surprised tone.

“….So it wasn't about the kinky stuff?”

You blink stupidly as you quickly look at him, your mouth falling open in shock. You stand up so quickly you nearly headbutt John's chin.

“No? Passion has many faces and you and I lost that when you couldn't even look at me the same.”

He takes a small step back but rests a hand on your forearm, he's close enough you could see the details in his eyes. “….I feel stupid, luv. Here I've spent all this time just….. I'd like you to know I didn't think of you as less interesting as a human, there's nothing uninteresting about you. And again I'm sorry…”

“…. So you really weren't bored with me as a normal, regular-shmegular human pursuing the dark forces? You're not lying are you?” a small, creepy grin starts to spread across your face despite yourself, you can't help but believe him, even if he upset you greatly in the past.

John's hand tightens around your forearm, his eyes staring intently at every inch of your face like he's mapping you out. He goes to speak, to tell you what he's really thinking when the floor outside the play rooms for creaks loudly. You both glance over to see a small vine curled under the shut door and climbing the wall towards the light switch.

“…ivy?”

You quickly walk over to the door and pull it open, Harley falls in on the floor and Pam stands right behind her, looking like a deer in headlights.

“….heyyyyy….” Harley pushes her hair out of her face and waves up at you nonchalantly, like she's not spying on you.

Pamela at least looks sheepish.

“…. We wanted to make sure you weren't in danger.”

You stare at the both of them for a moment before you laugh and pull Harley up from her admittedly lovely looking spot on the floor.

“I would love to be in danger actually, but thank you kindly my dames!”

You hear John snorting loudly in amusement behind you.

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| m.list |

A/n: I'm rotating them in my head like a microwave, Constantine must've escaped containment or somethin. 🤷‍♀️

@viilan

[alex-thegiraffeboyy]

✮⋆˙A place we could call home

Summary: Little stories of you and Vi moving in together and enjoying this new life.

Modern Au! Professional boxer and trainer boxer gf ! Vi x reader

Wlw Mens DNI

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: Nothing, much love, a bit suggestives but nothing serious. Reader (And Vi--) have a cat named Titi.

Titi's Backpack

Color's that Vi and reader choses

🏡Vi and you have been dating for about two years when you decide to move in together. Your apartment leases are about to expire anyway, and after the first year Vi was spending more time in your apartment than hers, so....

Yes, they decide to move in together.

It takes them a while to find a place that suits their needs (physical and financial), but they finally find a place they both agree on.

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The day after you and Vi sign the lease for the apartment, you both take two days to clean and paint the space.

The first day you sweep and mop the rooms. You bring a speaker and Vi plays a playlist from her phone with songs you both like, making the apartment come alive with the two of you singing (more you, tbh) and acting out the songs. Laughter and melodies fill the space, you both feel happiness coursing through every inch of your bodies, and Vi can't help but stop every now and then to watch you dance and sing while you clean up.

This is something she has wanted for a long time, a place you both can share, where you both feel comfortable and don't have to worry about things like her roomie, your homophobic neighbors, or how little space there was in your apartment. A space where you can be yourselves, where you can love each other in your own way. A place where you can make it your safe place.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡The day you and Vi go out to buy some paints to paint the walls you're not sure what color you want, but you both know that an all-white house is not your thing. You spend a few hours going through the colors and thinking about how they would look on the walls of the apartment. They finally decide on a bucket of warm orange and a bucket of light blue. But while they both wait for their colors to finish mixing, Vi looks at all the items the store sells, picking out some rollers and a couple of brushes that will come in handy later while you look at the cardboard with the color palettes of the paints. But there's one color in the blue section that catches your eye. A color you'd recognize anywhere.

"Hey Vi."

"Yes, babe?"

"Did you know your eyes color is the name of your sister?"

"Huh?"

You locate the color on the blue shelf and pick up one of the swatches before moving forward to your girlfriend and placing the cardboard next to one of her eyes. You smile with satisfaction as you see that you did, in fact, get the color right.

"What do you mean?" Vi's face is a grimace of confusion with an amused smile, she's feeling quite out of place at the moment, but she doesn't stop you, but rather waits for you to finish whatever it is you're doing with her and the piece of cardboard in your hand.

"That's right, honey" you reply with a fond chuckle, pulling the swatch away from her face and extending it towards her for her to take it "You have Powder blue eyes".

And she is very tempted to take a picture of it and send it to Jinx, but she knows she would become unbearable with that information, so she just keeps the sample in her cell phone case and tells herself that she will think about the pros and cons of sending it (in the end she will do it because she is too excited and she loves her little sister too much not).

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡 The day they both decide to paint the apartment everything is a mess. There are newspapers strewn all over the apartment (courtesy of Vander and Silco, who had years of newspapers stored in their garage at home) full of stains and paint splatters. And making an even bigger mess are the two of you running around the apartment like little kids.

It all started as a joke. You were both painting the walls when suddenly you had an idea. Vi had her back to you so it was perfect. You filled your left hand with paint and slowly approached her, hugging her with your right arm, resting your chin on her shoulder. And despite your intentions you can't help but enjoy this contact with her, you can feel Vi startle at the sudden contact, which makes you let out a giggle, nuzzling her neck with your own face.

"Everything okay?" you can hear her smile in her voice, her cheek resting against your head as you both sway from one foot to the other.

"Mmhm, just happy" and you can only sigh quietly because it's true, doing all these things with her fills you with overwhelming warmth and happiness, so much so that you almost forget the real motive you were there for "Besides, I like seeing you like this."

"Yeah ?"

"Mmhm..." And God knows it's true. Seeing Violet painting walls in a tank top and shorts, exposing her toned arms and thighs makes your mouth water. The way her tattoos show on her muscles with every move. The way you can see chunks of her lower back every time she raises her arms and the tank top rises.... Either way- - - - - "But you know how you'd look better?"

Violet just makes a questioning hum at your question, turning her head with a smirk, taking a second to look at your lips before turning back to your eyes, and she can watch in slow motion as your expression turns into a macabre smile before your left hand enters her field of vision, too late for her to react, paint smeared haphazardly across her cheeks and the tip of her nose. And for a second she can't react, until she feels you walk away and hears your thunderous laughter echoing in the empty apartment.

"I'm sorry-" you manage to say between guffaws and ragged breaths, holding your stomach tightly "I couldn't help it, I'm-" but she don't let you time to finish.

Because Vi smeared some of your face with paint too.

"You're gonna pay for that, princess."

And that's how they both ended up running around the apartment, trying to smear paint on each other and running away to get free, the walls forgotten. Only to end up both on the floor laughing, cheeks strained and stomachs aching, sharing sweet paint-flavored kisses while whispering teases and sweet nothings to each other.

At some point in this cute intimacy, when the paint on your hands is dry, you pick up your phone and take several pictures of you both cuddling on the floor. They're hair is a messy, paint-streaked mess. They're clothes are wrinkled and at this point, they're more paint than fabric (luckily they wore clothes that knew they're wouldn't mind getting stained), and, evidently, you're both going to need a good shower after this.

And even though the apartment is only half-painted that day, you don't mind going an extra day to finish the job. You couldn't have done it any other way.

Needless to say, one of the photos is now your wallpaper.

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🏡The day before the move is a disaster.

You and Vi hardly see each other after painting the apartment, both very busy trying to get everything in order for the move. You throw things away, others put them in boxes and bags, clean, rearrange, etc. From time to time they send each other pictures showing their progress, others are just selfies to motivate the other, always leaving cute messages or motivational words under the picture.

Violet <3

"I miss you, baby :("

"Me too :("

"But tomorrow we're moving

in together!!! 🥳"

"💕"

So that night they each sleep in their own apartment for the last time. The move will come early, so you need to be there to greet them and expedite things.

It feels weird not having Violet there, you're so used to them spending the day together that the silence in the apartment is almost overwhelming. So you try to leave some music or video playing in the background.

When it's already dark and you've finished packing and leaving all your stuff in the living room (except for a couple of things you'll put in a small backpack tomorrow) you take a bath and lie down on your bed to check your phone notifications. It doesn't take long for your cat to follow you and lie down next to you.

Most of the messages are from your family and friends asking how the move was going and how you were feeling (although there are also several videos and shitpost's that Powder has been sending you -and you take the time to answer one by one-). It takes you a while to answer them all, but it makes you happy to be able to chat with them for a while.

Your body feels tired and ready to rest after a long day of getting everything ready for the big move, yet part of you is so excited and restless that you feel unable to rest. So you watch tiktoks for a while and exchange videos with Powder and some other friends. Or at least until the messages from your girlfriend start coming in.

Violet <3

"Baaaaaaabeeee"

"Babe :("

"miss you"

"miss you sooooooooo much 😿"

"Come back Violet, the kid

miss you :(( (and so do I)"

"It feels weird not having you here"

"I knooow"

"Btw, I miss Titi too :(("

"Are you done packing your things?"

"Yup. Ready for tomorrow ^^"

"How about you, baby?"

Vi's text reply never comes, instead, you get a video call from your girlfriend. You arrange your phone so she can see you. You're lying on your side, your right cheek resting on the pillow while your cat is curled up next to your ribs. Once you answer, a soft smile creeps across your lips instinctively, you feel yourself relax at the sight of your girlfriend, also lying on her side with a soft, sleepy look on her face. She too is smiling at you and her eyes seem to light up a little as she sees you through her screen. "Hey Sun" her voice is just a sleepy murmur laden with affection, you see her stretch a little, and you realize that she is, in fact, not wearing anything on her torso. You let out a soft chuckle as your cat follows in her footsteps, stretching before lifting her little head towards your girlfriend's voice. You find the comparison quite amusing.

"Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?" you whisper in a soft voice, and you don't realize all the affection and love that seeps through your gaze, but Violet does, which makes her feel a warmth in her chest. It makes her feel loved. Meanwhile you watch her yawn before settling back on her bed, her eyes more clouded than before, the tiredness affecting her a little more and more.

"Tired" her raspy, slightly gravelly voice sounds over the speaker of your phone. You're about to say something else to her when your cat gets up and lets out a small meow, approaching your phone screen as she recognizes your girlfriend's voice. You giggle at the sight of your cat sniffing your phone, you hear Vi laugh, and even though you can't see her you know she has an even bigger smile than she had before "Hi Titii. Hi baby" you hear her speak to your pet in the cutest, gooey voice she has reserved just for her.

Your cat meows a couple of times as she purrs loudly, rubbing her furry little face on your phone screen "Looks like I'm not the only one who misses you" your voice amused as you watch the interaction of the two of you over the phone. You hear her laughter through the speakers, which only causes your smile to get a little bigger. You rearrange yourself on the bed to move the phone away from your cat's face so the camera can focus on the two of you "We miss you so much, Vi. We both wish you were here."

Vi lets out a long frustrated moan. You watch her roll onto her side, burying her face in the pillow and can't help but let out a giggle at the sight. "You enjoy watching me suffer?" she murmurs, her voice coming out opaque from the pillow pressed against her face.

"Me? Honey, neveeeer. What gave you that impression on me?" you reply with an affectionate mockery. You watch her shoulders shake, and very quietly hear her giggle.

"Fuck" she mutters before lifting her head, resting her chin on the pillow. A soft expression greets you from the other side of the screen. Caring smile and affectionate eyes, you soon find yourself mimicking her expression "I really wish I could be with you now" a hint of frustration and melancholy seeps into her soft expression.

How you wish you could hold her right now and shower her with kisses, caresses and cuddles "I know" your own expression turns somewhat sad, your smile is a small grimace, and you know that if she were with you right now you would probably be playing with her hair, gently brushing it away from her face, combing it with gentle caresses "Just a couple more hours, love. A couple more hours and we'll be together in our apartment."

Our apartment.

It's strange to say, but not in a bad way. They're both excited about it. A place they're both going to make their home.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

Needless to say, you slept very little that night. After finishing the call with Vi the excitement ran through your entire body, the night seemed torturously long.

So the next morning, when your alarm went off, it was easier to wake up. At first you didn't want to get up, staying in your bed for a while longer and cuddling Titi (who spent the night with you, helping you fill in a little of your girlfriend's absence) while she just stretched out, snuggling against your stomach and purring loudly. But just the thought of what today had in store for you made the smile on your face grow bigger with excitement. So you sat up carefully and picked up your phone to text Violet.

Sunshine❤️

"Moorning love❤️"

"Excited for the day?"

" 'Cause I am <3"

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡The move was pretty quick. You weren't taking a lot of stuff with you, just some furniture and boxes with items that would be hard to carry on public transportation.

Once you make sure everything is in the truck you send a message to Vi, who is already in the new apartment with her stuff (She is carrying quite a bit less stuff than you since she was sharing an apartment with someone else), letting her know that your stuff is already on its way and that you and Titi will take a while longer to arrive because you still have to wait for the owner of your now ex-apartment to give it to her along with the keys.

You turn off your phone after you see the message is delivered, you take a moment to look around your (former) empty apartment. It feels strange, reminding you of when you first arrived a few years ago. You feel nostalgic about leaving the place, knowing that this is where many of your most important moments happened here (many of them having to do with Vi), yet you leave here calmly, knowing that this is the beginning of a new facet of your relationship.

Violet <3

"Ok honey."

"I'm waiting for you here, my girls <3"

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡Titi was not used to leave the apartment. So you could be sure she wasn't having a good time at the moment.

After delivering everything you took Titi's backpack, hanging it on your chest before taking the bag with your things and walking to the public transport stop. Once there you exchange some messages with Violet, you also send her some pictures of your cat, who seemed very stressed looking at everything from inside the backpack. You had put her in there with her favorite toy and blanket, trying to give her some comfort, which helped her cope a little better with the trip.

Although the drive to the apartment is a bit long, and you have to split your time between talking to Vi to get an update on the situation with the move, seeing the road, and reassuring your pet. But you finally arrive at your stop, and it only takes you a few blocks before you get there.

By the time you get to the new apartment it's half past eleven in the morning, you open the door and walk in, leaving your things by the door before announcing your arrival. Vi doesn't take long to appear, coming towards you at a brisk pace (almost running) with an excited smile on her lips. She makes her way through the pile of stuff in the move and you meet her halfway, hugging her and laughing at the excitement of the moment. You could say you have officially moved in together.

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡Ordering things in your new apartment is another story.

"Babe what do we think?" your girlfriend asks from the small living-dining room of her apartment. You stick your head out through the empty wall space that divides the kitchen from the place where Vi is sitting, who has her hands on her hips and rotates her gaze between looking at the furniture and watching you, waiting for your reaction.

There is a long sofa and another one for a person you brought from your previous apartment, in the middle of it all there is a coffee table that Vi used to have in her room. Titi is sitting next to the couch, across from Vi, watching everything critically the way your girlfriend has arranged the furniture.

"Sure, babe. It looks amazing."

"Yeah?"

"Yu, it looks pretty cool. In fact, I like the way you've arranged all the furniture" which is completely true, in fact, you've just learned that your girlfriend has a very good ability to arrange furniture so that it looks aesthetically pleasing. Behind the sofas is a rectangular table with four chairs, and the TV you've had since before you moved out of your parents' house is in a corner, waiting to be installed on the wall.

Vi nods, more confident at your words as she observes the way she arranged things, her gaze moving from one to one until it stops on your (though she says it's also hers) cat, who is still watching everything critically as she wags her furry tail from side to side.

"Mmm, I don't know. You what do you say, Titi?" her voice turns honeyed and you can't do anything but smile, and she, upon hearing her name, looks at your girlfriend before diverting her attention to her surroundings once more, as if she's really thinking Vi's question over before returning her attention to her, responding with her own meow, raising her little head and blinking slowly at Vi.

"Mmhm, she definitely approves."

"Then that's it" Vi replies with a satisfied smile, bending down to pet the kitten, who promptly begins to purr at her caresses "Titi has given the final verdict."

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡 You and Vi like to bathe together. Before you rarely did, only when it was planned for Vi to spend the night (which rarely happened) or when she had clean clothes that she left in your apartment (though mostly it was after you both have sex). Either way, bathing together is an activity you enjoy from time to time since you moved in. You like to pamper her, and she loves to let you do it.

You like to wash her hair, you like to run your fingers through the pink locks and massage her scalp, feel the short hair on the left side of her head, only to go down to her shoulders and massage her, and of course, Vi will return the favor later.

They usually like to bathe together at night, they like to be able to spend this quiet time together before they cuddle up in bed to go to sleep, feeling relaxed after a really good hot bath.

Sometimes you read for a while after that, something about keeping up your reading habit, you usually tell Vi. And she doesn't mind, sometimes she asks you to read out loud to her, sometimes she just hugs you, resting her face on your hip or collarbone (depending on whether you decide to read sitting or lying down) and will close her eyes and probably fall asleep, or she might get distracted on her cell phone while you finish. But it's when you refuse to sleep, even as your eyes close and your head begins to give way to its own weight, that Vi intervenes.

"Baby, you're falling asleep," she says to you softly, her voice a little hoarse and a chuckle creeps in at the end of the sentence. Her eyes narrow with exhaustion and a loving look. She sits on the bed, hugging you around the waist to pull you closer to her, and as usual, your body molds to hers, leaning against her muscular body, resting your head on her shoulder without taking your eyes off the book (even though your eyes are more closed than open).

"No, you're falling asleep" Your voice is almost unintelligible, sleep taking its toll on you, as if you've had alcohol and are now drunk.

And Vi can't help a giggle at your response "Aaaaww come on" her right hand goes up your side until it reaches your shoulder, caressing the full length of your arm, trying to coddle you to convince you "It can wait until tomorrow, you're falling over."

"I just want to finish this chapter."

And she knows you couldn't give in that easy, it wouldn't be you if you didn't put up some resistance, so she uses the best card she has, the one she knows always works.

"Okay, love. Listen" she pulls your body away from hers, and a whimper automatically leaves your lips, looking at your girlfriend with a little pout at the loss of warmth, but that only causes Vi to laugh softly "How about this? You give me the book and I'll read you what's left of the chapter while you lie in bed with me. Sound good?"

And you're no fool, you know that the moment you accept her proposal your sleep sentence is signed. But you love falling asleep with Vi's voice reading to you in the background. So you let her.

"Fine"

You both lie down and get comfortable. Vi puts her arm under your head and you wrap your arms around her waist, your head resting on her chest as one of your legs intertwines with hers. Vi pulls the sheets up and settles in, taking the book in her right hand "Are you comfortable?" she gets a murmur as affirmation, and she leaves a kiss on the crown of your head before she can turn her attention to the pages of the book "Good. So, where you stay?"

"In these walls..."

Vi repeats the phrase under her breath over and over like a mantra. Her eyes searching for the phrase between paragraphs, stopping when she finally finds it "There you are."

Her soft voice fills the space between you, the yellow light from the nightstand illuminating the room slightly, making you even sleepier.

And there's something about the way Violet reads. She does it so passionately and full of emotion, but without losing the softness of her voice, that it always relaxes you (it's a skill she developed after years of reading stories to Powder). You love listening to her, you could do it for hours and hours and never get tired of it. But now, with tiredness on your shoulders and the voice and warmth of your beloved girlfriend, you just want to sleep cuddled up next to her. So you do.

It isn't long before Vi realizes that you have indeed, as usual, fallen asleep, so she puts the book down on the nightstand and carefully turns off the lamp light so as not to wake you, snuggling back in once she's finished.

"Good night, Sunshine."

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

🏡The mornings between you are usually quite hectic. Usually in the mornings, Vi has boxing training with her team, other times she teaches boxing classes to some people who frequent at gym. And even though your activities are usually at home or later, you get up with her to speed things up.

Vi gets up at 5 a.m. to take a shower, and you follow her a few minutes later. You get up and walk to the kitchen to prepare something for the two of you, while you're at it you'll also make something for Vi to take to the gym. A while later your girlfriend will appear in the kitchen with wet hair and a towel on her shoulders, already wearing her clothes to go workout.

"Morning baby" her arms always find their way to your waist hugging you against her and leaving kisses on your crown and cheek before walking through the kitchen, preparing her bottle with water and other things she usually takes to the gym while she tells you about what her routine will be today.

Once you both finish breakfast Vi runs to brush her teeth and then checks that everything is in her bag and quickly passes by Titi (who is comfortably lying on the couch) to give her a few quick cuddles before saying goodbye to you and leaving the apartment, leaving you alone until the afternoon.

But there are days like today, days when you both coincide on a day off, or your schedules magically manage to stay clear in the mornings, that you both enjoy each other's company. And their hectic, hectic mornings turn into soft, cuddly mornings. Vi would be the first to wake up due to her usual schedule, but would quickly return to rest after a few kisses and cuddles that gradually persuade her to return to sleep in your arms.

The second time you would be the first to wake up. You like to watch her sleep, it's a sight you rarely get to enjoy. You brush some pink locks off her face and chuckle softly at the small trace of drool on her chin as you listen to her low snores. And even when you see her like this, so vulnerable and somehow so messily tender, you wonder what you did to get so lucky. Because, fuck, even then she's so pretty.

And Violet doesn't take her long to wake up.

"Enjoying the view?" her voice is low and husky, still tinged with flecks of sleep and tiredness "A picture would last longer, honey."

And you can't help but laugh, your hands find their way to her freckled cheeks, cupping them "I like seeing you in person better" drawing her to you to give her soft kisses all over her face. And she would be lying if she said she didn't like this domesticity. She likes spending quiet mornings by your side, she likes letting you love her, as much as she likes you letting her love you. So her own hands pull you to her by your waist, keeping you as close as possible. Hugging you and reciprocating your sweet kisses.

And they spend the morning like that, spoiling each other, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Embarrassed giggles, funny laughs and many more fill the space, creating a warm and loving atmosphere. And if they are in the mood, sometimes they even end up making love in the morning.

And at some point in her affectionate morning, Vi manages to convince you to let her make you breakfast. It takes her a while, as you insist on doing it with her, not wanting to part with her.

"You always make breakfast for me. Let me do it for you this time" that and a few when kisses is all she needs to convince you to stay in bed to wait for her to bring breakfast.

And a while later, as you turn on your computer to watch something with your girlfriend while you have breakfast in bed, your cat shows up in your shared room, happy after being fed by Violet, climbing into your bed, rubbing up against you before lying down next to you, keeping you company.

When Vi returns with two plates of food the laughter is instantaneous.

"Hey, that's my spot, furball" and as if the cat could understand her, she doesn't move an inch, just whines quietly, as if trying to make light of Vi's comment, who gives you your plate and leaves hers on the nightstand so she can carry Titi and get her out of the room, knowing that if she doesn't do it later she'll give them trouble while they eat "Sorry, buddy. You have her every day, it's my turn."

And as Vi closes the door to the room and continues talking to your cat (who responds to her with indignant meows) you can't help but think again how lucky you are.

And they're still trying. You are trying to find balance in this new shared life, but you love finding happiness in this domesticity. You love this home you are both creating.

[mikaaki]

✧ ⁠— COLD HEART OF SNEZHNAYA

characters : tartaglia / childe / ajax

warnings : fem ! reader ( she / her pronouns ) , angst ( no comfort ) , childe & reader have a son. childe leaving. ALSO POSSIBLE MAJOR SPOILERS?? mentions of the reader being pregnant & labor. death threats. SIGNORA & SCARAMOUCHE SPOILERS

word count : 1.5k

notes : i am so sorry.

also i haven’t written in months so welcome back me !!🫶 i wrote this in like 30 minute so i am so sorry if it came out choppy

being a harbinger had never been an easy task. surviving the abyss , climbing the ranks of the fatui , and surviving constant attacks from enemies was not a lifestyle for the weak.

it also wasn’t a lifestyle he wanted for his family. he had never planned to fall so in love with you. when he first met you at liyue harbor , it was just a chance encounter. but then he kept seeing you.

over and over and over.

childe figured he may as well get to know you. he had always been a charming man , almost too charming. it always worked out in his favor…

he wondered how long he could keep the balance of his personal relationship with you and his life as a harbinger up for. it had been going so well.

he remembered the day you announced your pregnancy so clearly.

it was a bright sunday morning and the two of you were having breakfast together. it was rare for him to be home on the weekend , but there he was , happily eating a serving of eggs and toast with you.

you had been holding off the announcement for a few weeks. you knew exactly how busy he was. something about seeing him so content with your presence made you spill the beans.

he had never appeared happier. childe made it clear in the past he had always wanted to be a father , but now that it was exactly happening? he couldn’t contain his excitement.

it was hard keep the pregnancy a secret , but it was necessary. the less people that knew , the better. the 11th harbinger having a family wasn’t supposed to be public knowledge. it made everybody involved a major target to his enemies.

one of the hardest days of your lives came a few months later , when you went into labor. childe stood by your side the whole time. he held your hand tight while you struggled with the birth of your son.

love at first sight had always been an odd phenomenon to childe. his son changed all of that. seeing the bright ginger tufts of hair and light blue eyes of his son , he instantly fell in love.

childe was a man who’s life was full of blood and gore , but this child brought out an entirely new side of him. he wanted to change and be a softer , kinder man.

but he couldn’t do that. the fatui would never allow him to do such a thing. he was a weapon , not a father , as much as he wanted to be one. he had a place in the tsaritsa’s chess game. you were nowhere to be found on that board.

it didn’t take long for the first threat towards his family to come in.

childe had never been so antsy in his life. he rushed home as soon as he could , only to find you and your son alive and well. that was the first time he considered leaving.

would it be better if he left? he knew it would hurt you. he knew it would be difficult to care for your son alone. maybe he could transfer money to you so you could have a well - off life.

he couldn’t risk your life by being in it. hate him all you want , but at least you would be alive.

the night he finally decided to leave was the worst night of his life.

his family had received too many threats. too many people knew of you. your small home in liyue harbor was a target of the worst enemies of the fatui.

childe had spoken of moving several times before. after bringing it up for the upteenth time , you finally agreed. it was a small home on the outskirts of the city. it was certainly an upgrade from your prior home , though still small. it was big enough for three , but would be quite roomy for two…

the thought of leaving made him sick. childe would never get to see his son grow. maybe he could come by liyue and see glimpses of him , but he would never be able to be his father.

he felt ill every time he returned home. you’d happily greet him with a kiss , whilst your son laid in his crib , playing with toys or babbling senselessly in an attempt to speak his first word.

sitting in your small home , the moonlight shines brightly through the curtains , resting on childe as he held your son in his arms.

you were sleeping comfortably on your shared bed , blissfully unaware of the mental battle childe was having with himself.

maybe he was being dramatic. he was a harbinger. nobody would truly be dumb enough to go after his family. that’s what he thought…until signora was killed , and only a few months later scaramouche disappeared.

with harbingers beginning to drop like flies , he knew it was only a matter of time until he was targeted , or worse ; his family.

he held his son gently in his arms , taking in every detail of the small boy as if it were the last time he would see him…

because it would be.

he intended to enjoy the last few moments he had with his son. once the boy was asleep , he planned to put him in his crib , kiss your forehead , and never come back.

“i’m sorry,” childe whispered, his voice soft and nearly breaking as he spoke. it was so different compared to his normal boisterous personality.

a sudden stiring from your bed caught his attention. he quickly turned to look at you , his gaze meeting yours as you sat up.

in a tired state , you glanced around looking for your son. your eyes softened as you noticed the small boy in his arms.

“he’s precious, isn’t he?” you whisper , a tired smile pulling at your lips. you were never quiet about how much you loved the small family you built for yourself.

oh how unaware you were…

childe struggled to reply. he felt as if he were going to snap and spill the fact he was planning to leave you and your child behind.

“he is.”

“he looks just like you , you know?” you laugh. you’d made it clear that you were jealous your son took after his father. they were practically twins. it was ‘unfair’ how you carried him around for months only for him to be identical to his father.

childe didn’t respond. he quietly held the baby in his arms , gently rocking him back and forth.

“it’s rather late , ajax.”

childe looked up at you as you stated his real name. somehow , that name made him leaving feel worse.

he loved you. he truly loved you. he loved the family you built together. but he couldn’t stay. he didn’t deserve it. he couldn’t risk either of you to stay and enjoy this.

“i know,”

“i can take him if you -”

“no. he’s almost asleep anyway,”

a silence fell between the two of you as you stared at your son.

to you , it was a comfortable silence. just a small family enjoying a late night with their small baby.

to childe , this was worse than the abyss. he felt like he was lying to your face. he was leaving , and he couldn’t even muster the strength to tell you that. he didn’t deserve to be a father. he didn’t deserve to love you.

“go back to bed,”

“i am,” you smiled, laying back against the bed. you rested on your side, watching as he continued rocking your son back and forth.

“i love you,” he whispered. the words felt bitter coming out of his mouth. he knew it was true. but he also knew it would be the last time he spoke them to you.

“i love you as well,” you replied in that tired voice he loved so much.

it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep. only a few moments passed before your son fell asleep as well.

childe gently placed your son in his bassinet. a feeling of guilt overwhelmed him , but he couldn’t stay. this wasn’t the life he deserved. his family deserved better. you deserved better.

he wasn’t going to put you at risk every day of your life just so he could be happy.

he wished he could tell you how much he loves you , but that was no longer possible. you were already asleep , and he intended to be gone by sunrise.

he leaned over to your side of the bed , pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

the next morning arrived , waking you with the bright beams of sunlight. looking to your side , you realized ajax was gone.

that was nothing unusual. he often ran errands in the morning , or he was at work.

either way , you decided to start your day , picking up your small son. the two of you would get some housework done while waiting for ajax’s return.