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literally just a list of my favorite webdramas and short-run tv dramas bc this is my house
My Fuxxxxx Romance (2020)
messy not-really love triangle where four people become friends in a bar. two of them start screwing around while the guy prefers open relationships and the girl's friend is hella toxic and in love/obsessed with her so she starts sleeping with the guy to prove he's shitty. the 2nd guy is there to be the foil/naiive one that's new to this whole world tbh. it's just a really great drama where there isn't a single character you're meant to like or cheer for. they're all sucky people in their own way lol. anyway, it was literally made around and to promote Park Won's album of the same name.
Please Find Her (2017)
it's CUTE, it's an ad for Itaewon, you learn some Korean at the end of every episode lol. about a mixed Dutch man named Jan who flies to SK to find the girl he fell in love with. the plot's a little all over the place, but it's an ad. and it's cute >:( Lee Hyun Jae is the love of my life. Hayoung and Hyungwon are there
You Raise Me Up (2021)
a man is going THRU IT with his life and self confidence and anxiety and everything genuinely sucks for him. his urologist and old gf (Hani) brags about him being this super amazing and jealousy-worthy first love bc her current boyfriend sucks. lots of emotional vulnerability and growth. i love it sm
The Witch's Diner (2021)
honestly this one's just fun! i love every single main actor, i love the dark witchy aesthetic. each ep follows a different main subject who needs their lives fixed in some way. but ofc if you make a deal with the devil/a witch, it's not gonna go exactly how you expected. idk i love this one, it's got my mother Song Ji Hyo in it
Little Mom Scandal (2008) and Little Mom Scandal Season 2 (2008)
a very old one that i watch yeeears ago but it still holds a special place in my heart. super real, less fairy-tale idealistic romance, as most 2000s dramas were. it's about an 18-year-old teen mom and her struggles with raising a baby, being a wife, and trying to live her life. the friendships in this one are what stuck out the most tbh. they're the primary focus, despite the title/attention grabber.
Birthcare Center (2020)
this one's about a successful career woman who suddenly finds herself pregnant. she spends the time after giving birth in a birthcare center, common places for moms to get help when starting out. she's self concious about being much older than the other women but makes a bunch of friends in the other mothers who have stories and struggles of their own and she actually has a healthy relationship with her husband. we love to see it. uh, found family :( <3
The Killer's Shopping List (2022)
about a guy who has an incredible memory and is locally praised for stopping a dangerous robbery when he was a kid but struggles to pass his civil service exam. he's determined to make it while working at his mom's convenience store. but a murder happens at the apartment building he frequently delivers to and they're huge suspects bc the delivery bag at the victim's house. so he, the market workers, and his cop gf (Seolhyun) try to solve the serial murders themselves. it has good queer rep imo, not gimmicky but not so subtle it might as well not be there.
Our D-Day (2023)
big tw for suicide mention, attempts, and ideation. tw for abuse, as well
it's still airing! one week left. but it's about a suicidal 30-year-old and his friends all trying to navigate their lives. he literally spends the entire drama so far trying to figure out how to end things and you slowly learn why throughout. it's pretty dark right from the beginning tbh but they balance it with humor that might not be everyone's taste. tbh it just feels real to me, so that part doesn't personally bother me. i do know why it would affect someone else, though. definitely not for people sensitive to the subject matter.
#nobody asked for this but i have a lot of feelings abt short dramas so take them#kdramas#kdrama#my fuxxxxx romance#please find her#you raise me up#the witchs diner#little mom scandal#birthcare center#the killers shopping list#our d-day
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disappointed and surprised about taeil.
#my mom was the one to tell me can you guys believe it#âsomeone from your favorite group got kicked out for *** accusationsâ#WHAT#wayv? oh my gosh no what the#but she was actually talking about 127#i dont know all 94 members of nct but i know a lot of people always described taeil as a nice guy and very talented#im sad for taeil fans#i hope you guys find/have other musicians you love just as much as him#..do you guys.. feel a little sick ..?#like did the other members know about what he did?#and potentially try to protect him or even have a good laugh about it?#i am NOT trying to say that his bandmates/friends are definitely bad!!#im just saying.. what if.. what if theyre like taeil and we dont know that theyre unkind#i believe that he's guilty#i believe that everyone SHOULD believe that he's guilty#i believe we should always put survivors first#if that wasnt clear before#i know i wasnt talking about that first thing#also. i was thinking.. nct has one too many *** scandals. it's getting gross#yangyang fanfiction postponed until i have more time to think.#taeil#moon taeil#nct#nct 127#nct u#nct dream
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I want to be clear, the point of me sharing that previous story about my old friend was that I've known people in my life who have made stupid decisions because of alcoholism/addiction that have altered the course of their lives but I still showed up and supported them the best way i could, because at the end of the day addiction doesn't make you a bad person. Tough love is sometimes necessary, if you want to get through to someone to help themselves. But expressing derision is another thing altogether. It's especially cruel concerning a disease that impairs decision making to a degree that can endanger others. People love to dogpile on a celebrity obviously going through some shit, and it does nothing to help anyone struggling with addiction, it just compounds the shame and stigma around it.
#i wrote my letters to my cousin in prison until my mom said i couldn't anymore and just had to watch as his life became progressively worse#until it ended#and now that family is ruined forever his parents and brother he left behind are not the same people anymore#my fathers sister died when i was a baby and even had one of her babies in prison#she couldn't shake her heroine addiction despite trying to get clean and go back to school for the sake of her kids#she was such a talented artist god what she could do with watercolors was magical#and no matter what details you decide to believe about suga's situation he definitely has an unhealthy relationship with alcohol#he has a whole youtube series centered around consuming alcohol so it's now part of his brand identity#while also being part of a society that cares little for mental health and addiction and loves celebrity scandals#it's a recipe for disaster so i don't know how anyone can look at his situation with anything but dawning horror and immense pity
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mom has listened to rise and fall of a midwest princess about five, six times now. her opinion is âi really like her!!â, but also âi canât believe she said that! i think this one is my least favoriteâ (scandalized via casual) and also âi know more about lesbian sex now!â (after learning what a wand and a rabbit were). and finally âalex (her 8-year-old grandson) made me listen to this song four times in a row. can we please skip it this time?â (hot to go)
#mom still gets a little scandalized by oral sex. yes that includes blowjobs too (info i wish i didnât have)#you should see her listening to alanisâ interlude by halsey lmaoooooo
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There is a difference between a young man saying ok nice boobs to it feels like my destiny to see those tits on the horizon
#through the window#we were so scandalous#when you wave and I know you cannot see me#after she was knowingly showing me herself it felt like we had something going on between us#and yet she only ever let me stroke her night black pussy#I can't remeber if inky wasale or female#I guess it was a girl#oh my God stroke me#you used a little of the old 66 on Jane though#it's cool I used to float her#what do I care if you convinced her that was a very friendly pussy cat worthy of coming in the house#(in hindsight a garden variety cat would probably not have impressed mom to get in the door)#for real though#you steadfastly stuck by your guns of we are mommy and daddy girl#we never broke up#this is a fact#not our faults we had to go separate ways#I think I had to comfort you on that one#if I liked you (Loved ok) I could be pretty sweet#if I didn't like you#well that becomes your problem
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I always say that my grandma will just casually drop the most insane lore in normal conversation like it's nothing, and by that I usually mean her going like "your grandpa personally knew the Dyatlov's Pass group and went hiking with them a few times" as a passing remark, not... what she said today
"Oh yeah, your sister's constant screaming (autistic meltdowns, though we didn't know that then) when she was a toddler pissed your dad off so much that he was starting to get violent and your mom kicked him out"
"I... thought he moved out to live closer to work?"
"That's just what we told you because of how young you were"
And I just have to.. live with that information now, I guess
#I mean. I knew he was a rather shitty person. but in my memory it was just yelling and constant scandals with my mom#grandma said it only happened a few times because my mom would nip it in the bud immediately#if there's one good thing she ever did was get us away from him. as far as she could without divorcing#didn't save us from the emotional and mental trauma but at least it spared us the physical#look. I don't like my dad. he was always angry and always yelling and I still feel insane anxiety when I have to talk to him#but I didn't know he went.. that far#and I can't bear to think what would have happened if mom was a little less strong willed#it's.. terrifying. it really is
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AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.
Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂșcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, crĂ©ampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoruâs dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, mĂĄsturbation (male), thigh riding, cĂșmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEOâs son! Gojo, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 8.1k
A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoruâs dad is FINE asl so-
The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when youâre all dolled up for his father.Â
Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.
And it really didnât help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.
Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-
âDamn if Iâd come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant Iâd get to see a beauty like you.â
You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close?Â
You canât help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was.Â
Oh.
At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, âThough, you look like youâre on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.â
You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, âOh yâknow, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.â
âOh? Here with anyone?â
âYeah.â you blurt out, âYour father.â
You watch in amusement as Satoruâs mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, âI would say thatâs a hilarious version of a âyour momâ joke but youâre actually serious, arenât you?â
âMhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?â You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lilâ thing his dadâs been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.
He just didnât expect you to be thisâŠgorgeous. And for the first time in forever, heâs suddenly so intrigued.
Because ah, you shouldâve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like heâs about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century. Â
âSo youâre the latest armcandy my olâ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.â he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. âWhy donât you and I ah-â You follow Satoruâs gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you.Â
âGotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.â he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his fatherâs delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, âBut jusâ saying,â voice a pretty little purr, âI wouldnât ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.â
You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.
âHi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?â A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting.Â
And oh was it interesting.Â
Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot. Â
Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion.Â
All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didnât mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.
So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second.Â
âSo, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?â Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.
You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, âI mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.â
âBut think about it,â he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. âThereâs close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.â
âSatoru.â  Â
âAnd either way- Iâm getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?â
Ah, there it was.Â
Itâs been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange littleâŠfriendship? You didnât even know anymore. Because yeah there mightâve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?
âNah, Iâd poison you and take over the company instead.â
âHey!â
Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddyâs son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldnât seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but thatâs all heâll ever be. Right?
Or, well, thatâs what you stupidly thought.Â
It wasnât until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were.Â
âUgh, fucking rich people.â you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesnât matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh.Â
After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.
Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-
Now, Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lilâ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly heâd go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often.Â
âAh! Wha- Sato-âÂ
You donât even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didnât - it wasnât too good for your heart.Â
Satoruâs hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards.Â
Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering whatâs underneath-
âYâshould take a picture, it lasts longer.â Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasnât in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach.Â
âI should be saying the same to you.â you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment.Â
Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. âOh, me?â he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, âSâhard not to when yâlook so appetizing.â
And you donât even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son.Â
You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, âFlattery wonât get you anywhere, Satoru.â
He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. âOh, but itâs got my father somewhere?â
âWhy? Jealous?â
âYes.â
You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hairâs breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you canât help but repeat, âJealous?â
âFucking yes.â There it was again.Â
But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. âJealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesnât kiss you like you should be.â
âWhat do you-â
âYour lipstick.â he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, âWhyâs it as perfect as since you came in?â And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really havenât been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined.Â
Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that youâre leaning into it, âIf it were up to me, princess, Iâd ruin that pretty lilâ lipstick of yours every chance I got.â
A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And itâs all you can do to get out a shaky, âSo why donât you?â
And then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop.Â
Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.
His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like heâll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not.Â
Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you werenât even wearing panties. Such a pretty lilâ slut and by God was he a goner.Â
Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.
âS-Satoru.â you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldnât give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoruâs cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-
âHey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?â
Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.
You wouldâve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldnât end up with you jumping his bones again.Â
But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoruâs father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you.Â
Satoruâs lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom.Â
âW-we shouldnâtâŠâ you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat.Â
Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, âYeah, we probably shouldnât.â No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting.Â
You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?
Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know whatâs happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.
Itâs over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, âYâlook prettier like this.â
Ah, you werenât happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have.Â
As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that heâd said? âPrettier like thisâ?
Turning to the mirror and-Â
Oh. Shit.Â
You better have brought your make-up remover.
God, Satoruâs never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his fatherâs elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.
Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, heâs ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.
With a groan, he leans against the shut door. Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lilâ lips?
Ah, whatever, right now he doesnât have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily.Â
Neat little crescents searing into his skin where youâd grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?
Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously.Â
Satoruâs hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times heâs slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins.Â
âShit. Hngh-â he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, âJ-jusâ like that, princess.âÂ
And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? âSo hard nâ big all fâme?â Satoruâs knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. âYâlook so pretty like this, yâknow.â
Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing.Â
But oh his fist doesnât stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldnât help but imagine how even more sinful youâd look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldnât even be able to stand if he had his way.Â
âF-fuck, princess. Mâgonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you donât know anything but mâname.â
He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. âMore. Need more, princess.â He wanted you so badly that it hurt.
What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didnât? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, heâd mark you up till everyone knows youâre his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.
âYâbelong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.â Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest.Â
Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-
And fuck for the sake of his sanity he canât even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lilâ cunt. All he can think of is the way youâd keen so prettily, mewling out a little, âOh sâtoo big.âÂ
Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb.Â
âOh yeah.â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. âSuch a good lilâ slut fâme. Taking mâso well.âÂ
God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didnât even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this fâhim.Â
Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full.Â
So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.
And youâd be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, âShit shit shit- Toru mâgonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wanâ cum-â Oh how heâd burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that.Â
âFuck,â he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.â
âCum fâme, Toru. Fill me up with yâcum- wanna take all of it.â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, heâs spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes heâs sees you - you you you-
You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh heâs doing so well, and heâs the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-
You, at the arm of his father.
Shit, he needs to shower. Again.Â
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Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed.Â
At this point, you didnât even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father.Â
But that was exactly the problem.Â
Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, youâve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out.Â
And it really didnât help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself.Â
But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.
Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, youâre sure he wouldnât mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right?Â
You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?
But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Youâre startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoruâs father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.
âYo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when youâre naked?â
That wasnât your sugar daddy.Â
Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice.Â
Success.Â
âWhatâre you doing here, Satoru?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.
âUh- My fatherâs off to some urgent b-business.â he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. âTold me to tell you heâs sorry and wishes you the breas- best.â
Oh.Â
Well, it wouldnât be the first time Satoruâs father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that heâs canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldnât let the opportunity go to waste, right?
You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoruâs, teasing him, âWell, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.â
Itâs a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesnât stop Satoruâs brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, âI donât think heâll be back tonight.â
âAww, must be some important business.âÂ
He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, âYou do know that âbusinessâ of his is his secretary right?â
âI know. What a shame, right? Guess Iâll just have to go home nâ wait for him then?â you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoruâs face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would.Â
âYouâre fucking crazy if you think Iâm gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.â
And thatâs all that is said before his lips are on yours.
The door is slamming shut before you know it, and youâre shoved against it. Satoruâs lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldnât get enough of you.Â
Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And youâd let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck.Â
All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips.Â
âFuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?â his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, âWanted to drive me crazy, mm?â
âY-yes, Satoru.â you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. âWanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all fâyou.â words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth.Â
Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission.Â
Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. âThought so.â
And then your braâs hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoruâs immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find.Â
âLook so fucking beautiful like this.â Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, âWas gonna let him see you in this slutty lilâ thing, too?â leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, âMatching my eyes, huh? Fuckinâ gonna be the death of me shit-â
Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight.Â
Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you donât think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away.Â
Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, âNext time, Iâm gonna be the one buying you these.â
Then heâs pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy. Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet.Â
âShit, princess. Canât believe you were fucking holdinâ out on me.â he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting.Â
âYou were the one that-â
And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time heâs shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds.Â
And then it was like something snapped.Â
Because one taste of you and Satoruâs going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams.Â
âAh! Hngh- please.â you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like heâs on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. âFeels, sâgood, Satoru.â
But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. âCall mâToru.â he slurs.
And he doesnât waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, âToru!â
âOh shit, princess. Yeah- say mâname jusâ like thatâ he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before heâs squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-
âHe ever made you feel this good?â he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue.Â
âW-what?â
âHe ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?â
You gasp out a pathetic little sob, âN-no. Want to- Wanâ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.â
And, well, what his girl wants - then sheâs going to get. Because Satoruâs lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before.Â
Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him.Â
Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didnât give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it.Â
âHngh- shit shit shit yes!â your nails are digging into Satoruâs scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really canât help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls.Â
Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoruâs letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-
âT-Toru- hah!â thighs quivering, Satoruâs grip bruising as he holds you up. âMâm gonna-â Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face.Â
âMhm?â
âCum! Mâgonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-â
He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. âThen show me how you cum, mâgirl. Cum all over my tongue.â
And then you are - all over Satoruâs pretty face. And fuck he doesnât think youâve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him.Â
And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high.Â
Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet nâ pretty for him means thereâs too much more to do.Â
Which is why heâs pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip!Â
And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one.Â
Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you.Â
âNot enough, princess.â he chuckles. âCâmon, gimme a kiss.â
And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because youâre pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.
Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lilâ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didnât even realize he was taking you to the bed.Â
âShit, yâlook the prettiest like this, princess. Sâa wonder mânot fucking passing out right now.â he hisses into your lips.
âToru-â you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick youâre using more often. âWanâ your cock sâbad. Wanna-â
You donât even have the patience to finish the sentence before youâre fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you canât possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin.Â
Satoruâs thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.
âYâwanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.âÂ
Shit had you said that out loud?Â
Ah, well, it doesnât matter because Satoruâs pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how youâre distracted by the sinful sight before you.Â
Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs.Â
And before you can even react, Satoruâs pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh.Â
âOh- hngh, Toru.â you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesnât even wait for you to register whatâs all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. âF-feels sâgood. Ah-â
âYeah? Yâlike it? Like getting yourself off like a lilâ slut on my thigh?â he groans into your ear, low and husky with need.Â
You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. âLike it sâmuch- ah-â
âMhm? Better than anything he could ever do?â
âYes yes yes, Toru-â you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that youâre humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. âSâmuch better- the best-â
He just didnât expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.
âWanâ you to cum, too, Toru.â
âOh fuck.â he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. âYâdonât know what youâre doing to me.â
And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now.Â
Of course, you were not one to be out-done.Â
Satoruâs precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all heâs worth again and again and-
âYouâre so oh- good fâme, princess.â he hums. âYour hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.â Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. âSâsuch a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. Iâd have been so much better.â
âToru!â you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle.Â
âIâd make you happier.â Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. âIâd make you laugh more and give you all mâtime.â You canât even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth.Â
âIâd make you cum harder.â
Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course heâs smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet.Â
âSo, better than him or not?â
But shit was it hard.Â
Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, âI donâ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.â
And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards.Â
âShit, yâreally are perfect fâme, princess.â
With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips.Â
You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-
âWhoâs got you feeling this way?â
âYou, Toru.â
And then heâs pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lilâ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust.Â
But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch.Â
âSâtoo big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?â you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in.Â
âNo.âÂ
âF-fuckâ cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, âToru, I-I donât think I can-â
âYou can. And you will.â Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. âShit, love when your pussyâs sucking me up so good.âÂ
One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesnât have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing.Â
And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesnât waste any time at all.Â
âFuck yes.â Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. âFucking finally.â He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- âYâdonât know how fucking long Iâve wanted this, princess. Needed this sâbad, so so bad you donât understand. Shit.â
And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?
âNeeded this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.â he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoruâs broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.
And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoruâs lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. âEver since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.â
His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. âEver since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.â
You donât know whether youâre even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, âF-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-â
âFuck that.â he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. âIâm the better one.â
And as if heâs trying to prove it to your cunt, heâs drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. âIâm the one with the personality and the looks.â Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you.Â
âIâm the heir, I get the company, too, if thatâs what you like.â Heâs bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way youâre sucking him up so well. âAnd Iâm funnier one, Iâm the one that should be by your side.â
You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you - but, honestly, he didnât give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life.Â
âFuck- fuck yes mâgonna cum Toru- hngh.â You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. âM-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.â
You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. âSh-shit, youâre not too good for mâheart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you donât know what it feels like to not.â
âToru!â your eyes fly open, âYes yes yes- itâs you. Only you-â
Oh, like something snapped then Satoruâs surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. Youâd almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoruâs cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high.Â
Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you.Â
And then youâre both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough.Â
Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, heâs too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lilâ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams.Â
Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven.Â
That is, until - âSo, princess. Wouldnât ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?â
A/N. How we feeling???
Plagiarism not authorized.
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When deciding who to work for there is a sliding scale of employers that goes from lil mom and pop shops up to corporate monoliths. I have worked at both ends of the spectrum and I can pretty definitively say that tiny businesses are hands down the most insane employers.
The sweet spot is a place that has like 10-20 stores; thatâs the best possible work environment. Theyâll be polished enough to have protocols that make work structured, but not so bogged down with bureaucracy that nothing can ever get done.
This story is not from that sweet spot. This story is from my time working at Oil and Vinegar. Now, like many little franchise stores, the idea was solid. There was on tap imported olive oil and vinegar and it was really delicious. Top shelf. Unfortunately, each location was like the Wild West because owners varied wildly.
My owner was the human embodiment of Mr. Krabbs. His eyes were just constant dollar signs. Throughout my training he informed me of the price of every single piece of equipment I touched and how much it cost to replace it.
He had cameras set up to watch us, and an app on his phone to access the live feed. Heâd call us to ask what we were doing when heâd just checked a camera to make sure we were being honest.
Now, the trouble was he had two locations. His location further south did amazing. It was way more centrally located and got three times the foot traffic. The one I worked in was in the snottiest mall possible in Arizona and consequently the rent was through the roof.
It was not going well for my store. We didnât get as much traffic, so there was only so much I could do in a day. I could dust, sweep, and wait for customers. I read a lot and was frank when he called to interrogate me. I always asked for additional tasks but he never had any. What could I do to prop up a failing business?
But this man was convinced there was some Secret Reason that the store I was in was doing worse. He crunched numbers, looked at staff, and eventually hit upon the most insane possible solution.
We used too much toilet paper.
We were probably stealing toilet paper! Bleeding him dry one single ply square at a time! How dare we need to use the bathroom?! His south location used half as much toilet paper as we did, we must be thieving little monsters!!!!
Friends. The south location was populated entirely by men. My location had three people on staff who had to sit to pee. It was so blindly transparently the source of the discrepancy but this man was convinced we were making off with toilet paper to bankrupt him.
So he implemented what he believed to be an entirely reasonable response to this base treachery. We were allowed to have one roll of toilet paper. At any given time, one roll was permitted to us. This was so transparently unhinged that we protested but he insisted. If we were low on toilet paper we needed to call him to drop off a roll that he brought from his home. Smiling jovially, he assured us he lived so close by that it would be no problem!
When we needed to call him often for more he started tearing his hair out. What were we using toilet paper for?! Why wasnât his genius plan to stop our scandalous waste working??!
Finally, the manager, the only man on staff had to pull the owner aside and be like, âLook, man, their bladders are smaller. They need to wipe every time they pee. They need to pee even more on their period. Is this really the hill you want to die on?â
Yes. It was. The manager was fired unrelated reasons and denounced as a traitor. The toilet paper ration lasted until I quit and probably until the store closed six months later.
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MC: I've drawn portraits of what the dorm leaders' children would look like.
MC: Don't fucking tell them.
Sebek: Why would you do such a thing, humanâ Little Waka-sama! *squealing*
MC: *showed him the portrait*
Ace: Is this why you've been sleep-deprived for days??
MC: Yes.
Deuce: So... What are you going to do with these children's portraits?
MC: I'm going to send them to their parents or guardians, but I'm not sure if I'll send Riddle's to his mom.
Ace: Yeah, don't. That'll cause a scandal.
Sebek: Can I keep this, human? *with pleading eyes*
MC: ...
MC: Fine. I'll just make another one.
Epel: It's scary how these portraits look realistic.
Ortho: I can't wait for mother and father to receive this!
The dorm leaders: *now looking for MC after someone tipped them (Grim) that they drew portraits of their children*
Kalim: Are we searching for them because we're mad orâ
Vil: We only need explanations.
Idia: Yeah.
Malleus: My child resembles them.
Leona: No, he doesn't. What the fuck?
Riddle and Azul: *who are just curious and want to know more*
Azul: I think it would be appropriate to schedule a meeting with them.
Riddle: I agree.
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Astro observations
Pt 3
Leo placements are not afraid to be romantic and I love it
Even though Sagittarius placements are super optimistic, the suns are never afraid to say when they are unhappy with something. It can come off as complaining and miserable after a while
Sagittarius suns are also more prone to depression because of how optimistic they can be sometimes, so when the harsh truth of reality hits and comes crashing down on them, they canât handle it
The non-chalant taurus sun is just an act. They feel. A lot. Theyâre literally just too lazy to show they care sometimes. And when they donât care, itâs never personal, but theyâre never too lazy to freak out on you for messing with one of their material things.
Venus-Neptune conjunct/trine natives are mesmerizing. Theyâre beauty is dreamy, ethereal and absolutely out of this world
Virgo rising women have a very distinctive, sexy walk. Itâs that hip swaying, one foot in front of another momentum. Could easily be a model just from their walk alone
Virgo men are usually always short and look like nerds
Virgo women are usually on the smaller/petite side. I see most struggle to gain weight or keep it. They also might be lean their whole life.
Taurus moon is a hella underrated placement when it comes to loyalty. These babies are generally too lazy to go out of their way too cheat on you. The sneaking and lying, they donât have the energy for all that emotionally. Would rather just stay loyal until they leave
Aries suns and cancer risings are naturally built, they donât need to work much on their bodies to have an attractive build
Leo mars get so mad when their ego is hurt and have a huge praise kink in bed
You could have been outshined by your siblings during childhood if your moon is in Leo, or your mom could have neglected you emotionally and not given you the attention you deserve
Help why are gemini moons so good at love bombing. So are Leo placements and aries venuses but thatâs because they lose interest fast. Gemini moons can literally not have any interest in you at all and still love bomb tf outta you
Cancer men are funny asf. Their humour is like a gay best friend. Libra sun men are like this as well
Libras a masculine sign but theyâre so feminine and gay. Both men and women
Taurus is a feminine sign but can be so masc sometimes. Itâs more in the personality for women and the physicality for men
You need to prioritize self care if you have venus in the second house
Taurus men are the chillest people yk until you start doing them how theyâre really doing you
Aquarius and Leo suns have the same amount of ego because theyâre sister signs. Leo just isnât afraid to show it and itâs a little bit more of a god complex for Aquarius
Aries moons start to throw things when theyâre upset
Brush your hair out during Leo full moons!
Lilith in the sixth house natives tend to struggle keeping up with daily routines. They may also fall victim to sex scandals in the work place
Libra risings have such a classy, sweet and angelic look but are literally the opposite in reality
Itâs exhausting trying to get emotional depth from a gemini moon, donât even try
2nd house moon synastry makes the house person super possessive and insecure over the moon person, constantly trying to hold them down. Thereâs a lot of jealousy both emotionally and physically in the relationship
Capricorn risings give of crazy office siren vibes
Libra moon women know that beauty comes from within. They also have such a good eye when it comes to aesthetics and beauty. Their sensitivity to conflict is so cute, itâs theyâre need for peace and harmony that makes them so attractive
Mercury at 0 degrees natives have no idea what they actually sound like
Everyone talks about Leo and how big their egos are but no one ever talks about Libra sun men. They always think theyâre the prize when dating and their egos are huge
Pisces moons really do have those big dreamy eyes. Both men and women
Mars in 7th house natives tend to direct and put alot of their energy into relationships and partnerships. It may not even be intentional, you might find relationships just tend to drain your energy more than anything else in life
Aries moons are super masculine and have such defined jaws, even more then the sun
Cancer sun women have that timeless kind of look and can pull off so many different timelines of beauty
Taurus moons have thick necks
Gemini moons all have their eyes super close together. They also donât mean anything they say
Capricorn and taurus women are such bread winners. They truly mastered the law of money
Youâll never see it coming but Taurus men will actually play tf outta you. Any sign has the potential to, but you really donât see it coming with taurus men
Natives with Pluto in the eighth house are really resistant to change and may struggle to let go of destructive habits
Aries venus has this huge rep for being players but they actually feel super intensely when in love. They donât like superficial relationships and want a deep, intense connection. Maybe they should stop going for emotionally unavailable people just because they like the chase âŠ
Virgo moons make such good gardeners, it tends to be really therapeutic for them. Doing chores around the house like washing dishes is also super emotionally therapeutic for natives with Virgo moons
Pisces and Aries moons are more likely to get addicted to substances, but for different reasons. Pisces moons use it to escape reality while Aries moons use it to numb the intensity of their emotions
Instead of drugs, 5th house moons/mars/saturn natives use the pleasure in life to cope with emotions or trauma
Earth moons are super sensitive to light and loud noises
Taurus suns take their self care so seriously. Itâs like an entire ritual to them. Their whole life even
10th house venus can indicate looking better as you age
Personal Leo placements will be the type to not be interested but decided to keep you around just for the attention anyways. Especially when itâs in the venus. This goes for the men and women
Virgo risings and gemini venuses are so adaptable to the people they hang out with
Gemini moons are babies to me, they just wanna be heard
Cancer rising women always have fat asses Iâm not even joking.
Aries risings, venus 10th house and cancer rising natives age so gracefully
Itâs such common knowledge for Pisces moons to be lowkey drug addicts but no one ever talks about how easy it is for Virgo and Gemini moons to get addicted to substances. These moon natives are constantly in their heads and always analyzing their emotions, using drugs to shut it off
Leo mercuries talk like children when theyâre excited
Having your sun at 8 degress may cause you to have an obsessive personality, especially in circumstances where your ego is involved
Suns at Virgo degrees have such small features, especially if the sun is Cancer or Aries
Thereâs no point on trying to hate on a Virgo moon, they hate themselves more than you ever could. And the more you try and help them with their insecurity, the more theyâll push you away. They genuinely do not believe your reassurance, theyâll ask you for it anyways though.
Leo women like to take advantage of Pisces men. Iâve seen this scenario so many times both personally and within celebrities, Leo women like the power they feel when theyâre using Pisces men.
Having a Virgo moon indicates your mom was extremely nit picky with you and strict asf while you were growing up. She was a perfectionist while raising you and had higher expectations from you vs her other kids. Your mothers lowkey made you hate yourselves Iâm so sorry.
Leo mercuries and mars sometimes yell when they talk and donât even realize. Aries mercuryâs know theyâre yelling, they just donât think itâs a big deal
Mars in the first house is extremely intimidating. You could be 5 foot tall and still have this scary energy.
Mars-mercury conjuct in a synastry chart is super underrated. The energy is matched so well during convos and they get each other so passionately. Things get crazy aggressive when arguments pop up though.
Scorpio suns are possessive and jealous over the people they love while taurus suns are possessive of material things and the stuff they own.
Aries mercuries will say the rudest shit to you and then say they were just being honest, but itâs true. These natives hate delusion so much and will keep you in check
Having your mercury at the 17 degrees can make you naturally dramatic when you talk or come off as louder when speaking.
Virgo 4th house natives like their home really clean
People with prominent 9th house placements value education and higher learning so much. If you want to hurt a 9th house stellium, criticize their intelligence and academic accomplishments
You can have a lot more problems with tech during mercury retrogrades when you have heavy/personal Gemini and Virgo placements.
Leo mercuries ( especially those born in the generation with Pluto in Aquarius) are you guys okay? Youâll be having one of the hardest transits for almost 20 years.
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I BET ON LOSING DOGS.
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
PART TWO
summary: you were the epitome of sunshine, and coriolanus? he was like the storm, the rain, and the everything in between.
warnings: SPOILERS from the movie & book, SMUT (protected cause we wrap it before we tap it! p in v), losing virginities to each other, snow (cause he himself needs a warning), toxic relationship, coriolanus is only in it for himself, mentions of losing virginity, you practically giving everything to snow and getting zero in return
authorâs note: erm this is kinda long idek where tf i was going with this, first time writing smut on this account LOL so it might be bad. also this isnât proofread so there might be mistakes, just ignore! as always, reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, enjoy reading + kisses đ
You were the epitome of the sun itself, the sparkle, the light, and most importantly, the brightness. Despite being filthy rich, you were still that sweet sunshine Y/N everyone grown to love, the heir to the Cicero family.
Coriolanus Snow hated that about you. Not only were you everything he was not, but you lived such a lavish and easy lifestyle that it made him sick. Why was he stuck eating cabbage while you were off eating the finest thin slices of meat in the Capitol made by your chefs? It wasnât fair, it just simply wasnât.
âWell, Coryo!â Your sickeningly sweet voice fills his ears like a mantra.
He turns around, a smirk plays on his face. âMy Y/N.â
Hearing him call you his made your heart flutter. You loop your arm through his, passing through the other academy students who were engrossed in their conversations
âFinally the star pupil.â Arachne Crane says, a glass of posca in her hand. âLovely shirt youâve got there. What are these cunning buttons? Tesserae?â
He looked at the shirt, shrugging. âHm? Are they? Mustâve why they reminded me of the maidâs bathroom.â
You held his hands in yours. You knew of Coriolanusâs home life, how he wasnât so lucky like you to have a gigantic home filled with lovable parents. His mom had died during childbirth, Coryo mentioning to you once how he was supposed to have a little sister. His fatherâdied in the hands of rebels.
âHave you tried this lamb? It's scandalous.â Felix suddenly spoke up, taking a bite of the food that was currently on his plate.
âDidnât daddy teach you table manners?.â Festus sneered, watching the other boy in disgust.
âMaybe he would have if he wasnât so busy running the country.â Felix snapped back
Coriolanus took a deep breath in, already feeling overwhelmed by his classmates arguing.
After the announcement of the assigning of mentor to tributes, you could tell Coriolanus was upset. Although he wouldnât let anyone see, he was visibly anxious and quite frankly, annoyed.
âI mean, cmon, how could it that I got the worst district?â Coriolanus says, head in his hands. âHe hates me. He really does.â
âWho hates you Coryo?â
âDean Highbottom! Isnât it obvious?â He cries out, hands flinging into the air. You slightly flinch back, never seeing your boyfriend in such state. âHe hates me Y/N. He adores you.â
âHe doesnât adore me,â you say, feeling like you were stepping around eggshells talking to Coriolanus.
âHe does!â Coriolanus screams in anger, getting up in a hurry.
âWait, no Coryo, Iâm sorry.â
But your words arenât enough, theyâll never be for Coriolanus Snow, so he walks out without a second thought.
- - -
The next day, Coriolanus apologizes. Itâs a breathy, quick 5 second apology, but you being so youâaccepted it without a second thought.
You loved Coriolanus, so it didnât matter how much he hurt you.
âIâll make it up to you tonight,â he says, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You felt quite excited, you and your boyfriend hadnât exactly gotten to that stage in your relationship, so thinking about sharing an intimate moment with him filled you with giddiness.
His tip had entered carefully through your folds, making you slightly wince as it bullied its way to your walls.
âCoryo..â you breathe out hazily, doe eyes coming to meet his. He sucked in his breath at the sight, never has he felt anything as good as this.
He tries so hard convincing himself he doesnât love you. That thisâit meant nothing to him. He was just here for your money, your possessions as the only daughter of Cryon and Hermione Cicero. But as he felt your nails claw its way into his back, he lets out a slip, a tiny whimper that makes your head foggy.
He spilled into the condom, pulling out with a hiss. Although you told him you were clean, and it was fine if he didnât wear one, he simply couldnât risk it. He wasnât going to accidentally bring in a child into the world, having no intentions of taking care of anyone besides himselfâmaybe Tigris, and his Grandmaâam.
âI love you,â you say quietly as you sat up, watching him discard the plastic into your trash bin.
âIâm hungry, arenât you?â He says, putting his shirt on. It kinds of pains you at his total ignorance of the intimate words you just shared, but you nod your head.
âI could use some food,â is all you say, putting on your pajamas from earlier. âWhatâre hungry for Coryo? Iâll ask the chef.â
- - -
Dr. Gaul and Dean Highbottom had allowed all the mentors and their tributes roam the arena for about 15 minutes, letting them think of ways to win the game.
You were talking to Bobbin, a boy from District 7 whom youâve had become closer with these past few days.
Suddenly, the loud scream of Felix catches your attention and before you knew it, loud bombs filled the air as tall lights fell to the ground near you.
âCORYO!â You scream, coughing loudly at the dust filling your lungs.
âQuick Y/N, we donât have time!â Sejanus screams, grabbing ahold of your hand.
âBut Coryoââ
Meanwhile, a tall pole had crushed Coriolanusâs arms.
Well, he thought, this was it.
This was how he was going to die. His girlfriend and best friend hand in hand as they ran out of the arena, the sickening feeling of betrayal filled his guts.
âWhatâre you doing?!â One of the tributes screamed at Lucy Gray, who was struggling to get the giant metal off Coriolanusâs arm. âRun while you can you idiot!â
But she doesnât bother, only focusing on getting Coriolanus out. And she does, successfully, before all went black.
- - -
âCoryo? Oh Coryo!â You say, hugging him softly to ensure you werenât hurting him.
You had felt so guilty after everything had happened. You shouldâve never ran off with Sejanus, Coriolanus was your boyfriend, you shouldâve saved him.
âIs Lucy Gray okay?â Is the first thing he croaks out, which makes your heart slightly crack.
âSheâsâsheâs okay Coryo.â You say, brushing a few blonde curls out of his eyes.
âAnd where were you?â He says, gaze slowly turning into anger. âI was going to die, Y/N.â
âI know! I was going toââ
He cut you off. âBut you didnât, now did you?â
His bitterness towards you makes you want to cry, tears already forming at your lash line.
âOh now youâre crying?â It seemed like everything you did seemed of inconvenience to Coriolanus, but he opens his arms, letting you reside in them as you let out a few tears. âAlways the crybaby, Y/N.â He says, hand holding your head as you buried your face into his chest.
- - -
Coriolanus Snow never believed in love. Not when he used to look at his mother and father when they were still alive, and not when he found himself a girlfriend, you.
Your relationship was merely another step stone towards success, Coriolanus viewed it. You were the heir of your family, you had countless amounts of money, and you were easily fooled by his advances. To Coriolanus, he had hit the jackpot, regardless of loving you or not.
So why did he feel so weird watching you interact with Sejanus? Sure, he considered the former district 2 boy his best friend, but it was only because Clemensia had been spending time at the hospital. The flu, Dr. Gaul described it; but Snow knew better. He was there when she had gotten bit by the snakes, and to be completely honest, if she hadnât, heâd probably have dated her instead of you.
Clemensia Dovecote was way more smart, and he knew he wouldnât fall inlove because they were both after the same thing. Power.
But with you, you were head over heels for Coriolanus. It almost made him sick, if it werenât for your family name.
He clenched his jaw as he saw you throw your head back, hitting Sejanusâs shoulder as you hysterically laughed at something he had said.
What was so funny? Nothing was funny in the Capitol, not now. Maybe he was bitter, he shouldâve never cheated in the games. It was stupid, and now he was getting the punishment of getting sent to 12 as a peacekeeper for 20 years.
Fuck, he really shouldnât have cheated. And now he couldnât even use his girlfriendâs family name as a way out.
He really shouldâve known better. He knew you loved him, but he didnât think youâd love him so much so that you begged your father to let you stay in 12 for a while to be with Coriolanus.
If thereâs one thing about youâitâs that youâre a Daddyâs girl by heart, and of course, your father had once again served your request with a silver spoon. He hated that about you. He hated it. You got things too damn easily.
âHi Coryo!â You say, making your way to him. Your beautiful sundress made him gulp, and he wanted nothing more but to snatch you away, pulling it off so he could get inside of you. But he couldnâtâhe was in 12, much to his dismay.
âY/N,â he says, placing his peacekeeper gun to the back. âTalking to the scums?â
âTheyâre just people from the district,â you say, frowning at his rudeness. âTheyâre nice, Coryo. Real nice, youâd like some of them.â
Coriolanus scoffs at that. How oblivious and stupid you were. Him, Coriolanus Snow, liking some of the district 12 citizens? What a fucking joke.
âGo along now Y/N, Iâll see you later.â
You nod, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before you left, leaving the other peacekeepers to whistle at Coriolanus who only responds with an eye roll.
When later eventually comes, he was packing away the Jabberjays in their metal cages, Sejanus being right next to him.
âI saw you earlier,â Coriolanus says nonchalantly, âtalking to that woman in the window. What are you playing at Sejanus?â
Sejanus scoffs, shaking his head. âTheyâre gonna escape Corio. Leave the districts. And Iâll be helping them.â
Coriolanus sucks in a breath, âis Y/N all in this too?â
God, he hoped Sejanus said no. But then again, itâd give him an advantage if he had said yes.
âShe is,â Sejanus says, continuing to tell Coriolanus of the plan.
Without Sejanus knowing, Coriolanus had tuned the jabberjay so it could record back the whole conversation. When Sejanus finally leaves, Coriolanus sneaks to where the train bringing the birds back to the Capitol stood, placing the jabberjay in it to send it to Dr. Gaul.
If anything, Sejanus was a blocking point in Coriolanusâs way, and getting rid of him and you were like killing two birds with one stone.
- - -
The next day came and you were peacefully talking to one of the younger girls in the district when youâre suddenly pulled away along with Sejanus.
âHey! What the hell!â You scream, thrashing in the unfamiliar peacekeeperâs hold. âGet off me!â
You and Sejanus struggle, and Coriolanus almost wants to step in and get you out of his fellow peacekeeperâs arms. Almost.
âCoryo! Tell them theyâve been mistaken!â You cry out, locking eyes with your so called lover.
âYou two have been charged with treason towards the Capitol.â The peacekeeper says, his cold gaze and strong hold on you makes you let out a whimper.
âTreason?â You say, âthere has to be a mistake! Call my father! Call my father!â
âIâm afraid your father canât get you out of this one, Miss. Cicero.â
He drags you and Sejanus up the main stage of the district. âEveryone! Pay attention! This is what will happen if you are disloyal to the Capitol!â
Another peacekeeper points a gun behind Sejanusâs back as the peacekeeper who was holding you earlier pokes your back with the cold metal. You felt terrified gazes of the citizens of District 12, including Lucy Gray, stare at you.
âCORYO! TELL THEM!â You scream, begging with your eyes. âCoryo, please. Please.â
But Coriolanus Snow stands still in his spot, not budging a thing.
You thought he had loved youâor at least, cared for you. You gave him shelter when he was at his worst, you gave him your virginity, you held him when he cried about how unfair Dean Highbottom was, you let him into your home, and you always were there for him. You practically did everything for Coriolanus Snow. And what did you get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
âYour Coryo wonât save you.â The peacekeeper snarls, before firing the gun.
Two gunshots go off, and the body of yours and Sejanus fall to the ground in an instant.
Coriolanus Snow almost wants to barf, his eyes closed for a minute before reopening them again.
Had it really been worth it? Ratting you and Sejanus out so he could get home to the Capitol faster?
He thinks so when your family and the Plinths give him their fortune as a thank you for being such a good boyfriend and friend towards their son and daughter.
If only they knew, though. But Coriolanus would never let that happen, because no matter what, Snow lands on top.
And this? It was just the beginning.
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UNSCRIPTED â toji fushiguro x female reader [chapter 1/5]
summary: youâre a faceless author of scandalous smut â great at writing steamy scenes but totally clueless about real-life romance (and with no one to match your freak). enter toji fushiguro, a hot stranger you (accidentally) throw up on during a drunken night out. surprise! heâs also the future voice actor for your smutty novelâs main character. can you survive the awkwardness of your disastrous meet-cute while keeping your identity (and dignity) a secret? welcome to the chaos of your own erotic fantasy romcom!
content warning & tags:Â (erotic) voice artist! toji, (smut) writer! reader, smutty content!! [will be added over the course of the series], sort of workplace romance, secret/anon identity, slight social media au, meet-cute, virgin!reader, single dad dilf! toji, kid! megumi, strangers to lovers (?), she fell first but he fell harder, mentions of other characters (satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, shoko eiri, brief mentions of ryomen sukuna)
notes: hi friends !! wow, been a hot min since i wrote something of this caliber. feels good to be back in biz ;D did you all miss persephone! suguru? because there's a LOT of him here >_< i really wanted to publish this as a oneshot but....tumblr hates me so now it's gonna be a chaptered series! oh , joy! ps @nappingmoon i got u bae, this one is for you.
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†related au: persephone [business tycoon! sukuna x reader]
you never really set out to be the face of smut-lit.Â
in fact, you werenât even really a face at all â just a ïżœïżœfacelessâ author penning scandalous stories for fans who devoured them, and haters who, well⊠tried to eat you alive.
youâd started out innocently enough, scribbling down your little fantasies and tropes that no self-respecting romance book would touch. then one day, a friend dared you to post one on booktok.Â
you thought, "fuck it" and uploaded a snippet of your latest brainchild: a steamy billionaire x star-crossed chef fic called hunger games: not that kind of hungerer. it was, admittedly, extra spicy.Â
and oh, did the internet have thoughts.
soon, your comments section and dmâs became a battleground for all opinions on âwhat qualifies as literature.â gems included:
who even writes this crap? did a middle schooler steal her momâs laptop? i can feel my brain cells self-destructing as i read this đ girl hasnât even been within a mile radius of a dick and it SHOWS
you'd had to admit⊠the last comment was right. but hey, they only added to the fuel.Â
like moths to a flame, they kept coming back, and the trolling just made your followers skyrocket. a lot of people secretly liked the outrageousness, the drama, and the absolute audacity of it all. before long, your books were trending, and you were raking in numbers (and dollars) most âseriousâ authors could only dream of.
soon, you found yourself the subject of headlines you never thought youâd see:
the faceless queen of spice: how one unknown author is reshaping romance. trolled online, loved in secretâauthor sells millions in ebook downloads. social media says she has no idea what sheâs talking about, but her bank account says otherwise.
and the kicker?
youâd never had sex with anyone, let aloneâŠwell, rocked worlds like your characters.Â
here you were, a smut writer with zero real-life experience, whoâd single-handedly created booktokâs, bookstagram and hell, even the people down at twitter's guilty pleasure.
but the day big publishers started knocking on your door, it was surreal, to say the least.Â
youâd been fully prepared for the anonymous online fame â hell, youâd leaned into it, posting âfaceless author lifeâ videos and doing question and answer sessions where you dropped zero identifying details, save for some vague hand gestures and blurred-out backgrounds. but now, major publishing houses wanted in on the action.
âwe think your stories have broad market appeal,â one exec had said on a zoom call, trying to make âbillionaire mafia love quadrangleâ sound dignified. âif we could get them on shelves, weâd reach an audience beyond booktok. international appeal is the goal here!â
suddenly, your filthy, albeit occasionally cringey, tales were going global. they got translated into french (where your enemies-to-lovers series got a fancy new title: lâamour et la haine). your spicy chef saga was reborn in italian as sapore di te, which roughly translated to taste of you (and made you blush, honestly).Â
and when your personal favorite, the billionaireâs forbidden touch, hit the japanese market, they titled it çŠæăźć€ (which⊠you didnât even want to know the translation of, because you knew it was even worse than the original).
you had to admit, though, seeing these books spread worldwide made your head spin. what started as a joke online was now somehow sitting next to classics in international bookstores, becoming a hot commodity for fans everywhere.
but the cherry on top?Â
oh, that came when you opened an email from none other than gojo-sonic, the world-renowned audio company best known for its highly specialized audiobook recordings. theyâd taken smut literature to the next level, hiring voice actors who sounded like they were in the room with you, all breathy whispers and seductive baritones. people had raved that these audiobooks were âtoo realâ â like theyâd been recorded in a closed room with dim lights and a whole lot of⊠commitment.
they offered you a multi-million dollar deal to turn your books into experiences.
one of your friends, absolutely losing it, texted you as soon as they heard the news:
homegirl [5:21 pm]: âOMG OMG so youâre gonna do it right?? u realize this means ppl will be hearing ur lil virgin brainâs fantasies out loud in their headphones rightâ you [5:21 pm]: âno kidding. iâm freaking out. this feels illegal.â homegirl [5:22 pm]: âbut u gotta!! pls this is ICONIC.â you [5:24 pm]: âtheyâre giving me millions. you think iâm saying no? lmao.â
it still felt surreal that soon, the whole world would hear your books come to life with professional voice actors â ones who knew exactly how to tease and breathe and make listeners feel like they were right there.
âbring my fantasies to life, huh?â you muttered to yourself, flipping through the contract that would secure your financial future, all because of your fictional men and their, uh, moves.Â
who the hell were you to say no to that?
it was surreal enough to get an email from gojo-sonic, but now, sitting across from the ceo himself, gojo satoru, you were starting to wonder if this whole experience was some fever dream.
the man was stunning in an obnoxious, immaculate way. snowy hair, piercing blue eyes, and sunglasses balanced on his head like a headband. and, okay, you had to admit: it was a little weird that heâd named his company after himself â though, frankly, it just fit.
you tried not to laugh when he introduced himself. gojo satoru, ceo of gojo-sonic. the narcissism was off the charts, but so was his charm. as a quick google search before the meeting had revealed, gojo sonic had an impeccable reputation, and there was apparently not a single scandal tied to its name.
ânice to meet you,â you said, shaking his hand and trying to keep your cool. âkinda surprised a guy is running a⊠company like this. no offense.â
ânone taken!â he replied, leaning back in his chair with an easy grin. âif iâm honest, iâm probably the last guy anyone would expect here. but,â he shrugged, âit works. my employees say iâm a âgirlâs girl,â whatever that means.â
the way he said it so nonchalantly made you smirk. apparently, the term wasnât a throwaway nickname, either; the gojo-sonic gossip mill painted him as the absolute dream boss. rumor had it heâd given his whole office a free day off because his assistant had been dumped, and when a writer complained about unisex bathrooms making her uncomfortable, heâd personally had a âfeminine touchâ added to every single stall, complete with pink hand soap and luxurious lotions. he was kind, considerate, a man who just got it.
âpeople say iâm probably gay,â he added, laughing as if that was the most absurd thing heâd ever heard. âand you know what? let âem think what they want.â he gave you a wink. âas long as they keep buying the goods, i couldnât care less.â
honestly? the guy made a point. did it matter who he was taking home at the end of the day? not at all, as long as your bank account kept racking up zeros.
âspeaking of,â he continued, âweâve got the full studio ready for tomorrow. youâll meet the voice actors, go over a few sections, and give input as needed. think of it like a live theater production, except itâs your book.â
âoh, i get to⊠watch them record?â you asked, wondering how mortifying it might be to sit there, watching actors give their all to lines like, âyouâre mine tonight, darling.âÂ
yeah, youâd written it, but watching someone breathe life into it was a different level of⊠embarrassment.
âeven better,â gojo grinned, looking far too amused by your nervousness, âyouâll get to guide them. theyâll take direction from you â however you want the line delivered, thatâs how theyâll say it.â
âyou mean i can⊠like⊠make suggestions? on delivery?â
âexactly!â he said with a small clap. âwe want it to be perfect. iâve already arranged for our top voice actor, toji fushiguro, to voice your main character.â
toji fushiguro?
if gojo-sonic was the industryâs top company, toji was the crown jewel of voice acting. the guy was a legend.Â
he had that smoky, velvet tone that could turn a mundane grocery list into a full-on romance scene. he was also notoriously elusive; some people waited months to get him to even consider their projects. and you â the virgin author whoâd stumbled into fame thanks to trolls and booktok â had him voicing your main character?
âwait, toji fushiguro is doing this?â you asked, jaw practically on the floor.
gojo chuckled, looking far too pleased with your reaction. âyep! i think you two are going to work great together. heâs intense but flexible; really good at taking feedback.â
you tried to imagine giving feedback to toji fushiguro of all people.Â
âum, maybe say âyouâre mineâ with more⊠conviction?âÂ
âcan you sound a bit more possessive on that line?â
âi, uhâŠâ you managed, trying to swallow your nerves. âokay. yeah. sounds⊠good.â
âgreat! i think youâll be amazed. tojiâs professionalism is unmatched, and heâll bring exactly the level ofâŠâ Gojo paused, grinning, âintensity you need to really make your character come to life.â
âgood luck tomorrow! iâll make sure everythingâs set up perfectly,â gojo had assured you with a big grin as you left the office. âdonât stress about a thing. our identities are always kept top secret here. tojiâs included! heâs never done a face reveal, and your privacy is just as ironclad.â
oh god. tomorrow, you were really going to sit there while toji fushiguro acted out lines youâd written on a whim in your pajamas.
sure, not stressing sounded like a logical plan. but after that surreal conversation â and the realization that tomorrow morning, youâd be face-to-face with the one and only toji fushiguro, hearing him breathe life into your raunchiest fantasies â you did what any responsible, mature adult would do.
you headed straight to the nearest bar and got sloshed.
by the time you were three cocktails deep, the reality of tomorrowâs âfirstsâ hit you like a ton of bricks. first real direction on an audiobook, first time meeting a voice actor, first time dealing with your own steaminess out loud, and â oh god â the cherry on top, it was toji fushiguro himself.
sure, you thought, sipping from your fourth drink and trying not to scream as lana del rey sings âitâs you, itâs you, itâs all for you,â i might be slightly freaking out.
another cocktail slid your way. you squinted, unsure if you'd ordered it or if the bartender was just reading your general mood, because yeah, you did look like someone who needed another round.
âtough night?â
âtough tomorrow.â you swirled your drink, laughing to yourself. âi mean⊠you ever written a, uh, totally inappropriate novel and had to watch a famous guy turn it into audio?â
ââŠcanât say that i have.â
you shrugged, downing a bit more of the drink, when the song on the speakers switched to avril lavigneâs complicated. fitting, given that your life had just become exactly that.
âwhyâd you have to go and make things so complicated?â avril sang, like she knew.
the bartender, apparently used to the types who showed up for existential crises alone, leaned against the counter. âsounds like big stuff tomorrow, then. what kind of work do you do, anyway?â
âoh, just⊠smutty novels,â you said, letting it slip before you could stop yourself. âjust⊠page after page of absolutely shameless, absurd filth. and now iâm, yâknow, supposed to direct the guy. to make it sound like heâs really, um, in the moment.â
the bartender chuckled, raising a brow. âsounds intense.â
âyou have no idea.â you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. âheâs this insanely talented voice actor. i mean, theyâve got toji fushiguro in there, which is like⊠god. if he knew who i actually was, heâd probably laugh.â
whyâd you have to go and make things so complicated? avril continued wailing, her words your accidental anthem.
âwell, whatever happens,â the bartender said, passing you a glass of water with a grin, âsounds like youâre about to have a pretty interesting morning.â
âiâll drink to that,â you muttered, clinking your cocktail glass against the water. you downed it, hoping that somehow, it might chase the nerves away.
and as everytime we touch, i get this feeling started blasting on the speakers, you couldnât help but shake your head with a groan. if there was a playlist made for romantic embarrassment, it was definitely playing tonight.
in your half-sloshed state, it seemed like a good idea to turn to the stranger whoâd just sauntered up to the bar â a ridiculously hot stranger, tall with dark hair, and a scar slashing right across his lip. it was the kind of look that wouldâve inspired an entire chapter in one of your books, but as of right now? it was just inspiring some truly regrettable choices.
âgoodness gracious, great balls of fire,â you muttered to yourself, just loud enough to catch his attention, which felt smooth, in your totally buzzed opinion. so, of course, you swung around on your stool, plastering on what you hoped was an alluring smile.
oh god, here we go. âhey there, handsomeâŠâ you paused, hiccuping â⊠you come here often?â
the stranger raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, leaning an elbow against the bar with a smirk that could kill. âdepends,â he said, voice low and rough. âyou, uh, always this friendly after a few drinks?â
oh god.Â
oh god.Â
but you couldnât stop now.Â
you were committed.Â
you were bold.Â
with all the poise of a drunk giraffe, you propped your elbow on the bar and leaned in closer, pointing a finger at his chest â totally unintentionally, because your depth perception was off by, oh, about a mile. âwell, what can i say,â you replied, attempting a sultry grin. âgood-lookinâ guys like you⊠donât come around often enough, mister.â
âitâs like iâm drunk off your love,â played from the speakers, not helping your case at all.Â
oh god, this was actually happening.Â
he actually laughed, a warm, deep chuckle, as he watched you struggle through whatever pickup line was about to escape your lips.
he tilted his head, that smirk turning up a notch. âshould i be flattered?â
âyou should!â you exclaimed, with a bit too much enthusiasm. âyouâre like⊠i dunno, like one of my⊠you look like a⊠a fictional character.âÂ
smooth, real smooth.
âoh yeah?â his smirk widened. âso, what am i, a prince?â
âmore likeâŠâ you bit your lip, trying to focus, âan antihero with a⊠tragic past and just enough softness in his heart to make him dangerous in all the right ways.â
he looked you up and down, bemusement clear in his eyes. âdangerous in the right ways? is that your type?â
you gave a shaky wink, nearly missing because the world was swimming a bit. âmaybe.â
he chuckled, his voice all rich and velvety, and leaned in closer. âso⊠youâre here alone? i mean, besides all the fictional men youâre envisioning.â
âfor now,â you replied, trying to sound mysterious, but it just came out as a bit⊠wobbly.
the bartender set the strangerâs drink down with a raised eyebrow, and he took a sip, watching you with amused interest. âyou know, maybe you should slow down before you scare all the good guys away.â
âoh, trust me,â you replied, hiccuping again. âi donât scare easy.â
he shook his head, clearly entertained, and you felt yourself glowing under his gaze. you were about to continue â just as soon as the world stopped spinning â when you felt the slightest bit queasy, your stomach reminding you that youâd had one cocktail too many.
the strangerâs amused smirk softened. âyou alright there?â
âiâmâŠâ you swallowed. âperfectly fine. just, you know⊠making sure youâre⊠getting the full effect of myâŠâ you barely managed the word ââŠrizz.â
he laughed outright this time, low and warm, like he genuinely couldnât believe you were real. âis that so? lucky me.â
it was all going so well â okay, not well, but you were holding your own, kind of. you had him laughing, after all, which for someone with approximately zero charisma was an accomplishment! but then the first chords of firework by katy perry blared through the speakers, and as if on cue, your stomach decided to join in the grand finale.
âdo you ever feel like a plastic bag,â katy crooned, but for you, it was more like a âdo you ever feel like youâre about to ruin your night by barfing on a hot stranger?â
before you could process what was happening, the tequila-fueled fireworks decided to erupt all over this guyâs very expensive-looking shoes.
oh god. oh god.
you looked up, mortified, to find him staring down at his shoes, eyebrows raised. wow, would you look at the time?Â
run.
âoh⊠oh no. i⊠iâm so sorry, i swear this never happens.â
he raised a brow, still looking somewhere between amused and horrified. âwell, thatâs⊠comforting?â
you grabbed a napkin, fumbling, still buzzing enough to not know if you should laugh, cry, or just make a run for it.
âguess thatâs, uh, one way to make an impression,â he murmured, lips twitching in a smirk even as he assessed the disaster on his shoes.
âoh god. really, iâm⊠iâm so sorry.â you dabbed helplessly at his shoes with a cocktail napkin, somehow making things worse. âif it helps, i⊠i normally only vomit on hot guys.â
he chuckled, though you were sure it was mostly at you, and shook his head. âwell, itâs one hell of an icebreaker.â
âbaby, youâre a firework,â katy sang passionately in the background, but you were already ready to crawl under the bar and disappear forever.
you were surprised â actually, you were shocked â that the stranger hadnât ditched you after the whole public-vomiting-on-his-shoes fiasco. instead, somehow, he was still right there, leaned in close and casually sipping his drink, just as much a mess as you were. hours had passed, and youâd been rambling about anything and everything, lost in an alcohol-fueled bubble that had turned the night into something youâd never have dreamed of.
maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the guyâs ridiculously calm attitude, but youâd opened up about your career, the absurdity of writing spicy novels as a faceless author, and even your terror about tomorrow. heâd listened with a smirk, offering the occasional snarky remark or grunt of approval. in return, heâd told you a bit about himself too â well, at least, you thought he did. at some point, the details got hazy.
âso, what do you do?â you asked, squinting at him like it was going to make his face stop swimming in your vision.
he shrugged, swirling his drink and giving a lopsided grin. âsomething kinda like⊠acting. you know, nothing glamorous.â there was a hint of amusement there, like he was in on a joke you werenât.
you squinted harder, your mind pulling up images of random professions. âoh, so like⊠theater? or like, movies? or wait â commercials? are you one of those guys that has to pretend heâs in love with a bowl of soup?â
he let out a deep laugh, and the sound sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. âsure, something like that. though iâd like to think iâm a bit more convincing than a soup guy.â
you grinned, leaning in closer, your curiosity fully piqued despite your state. âconvincing, huh? so youâre a good actor, then?â
âi do my best,â he said, voice low, that amused glint in his eye again.
âyou have to be really good to make people believe in, like, totally unrealistic things, yâknow?â you babbled, waving your hand. âlike, imagine trying to voice ââ you cut yourself off, feeling a hint of embarrassment as you remembered why youâd gotten so sloshed in the first place. the irony of tomorrow, and how this entire conversation felt like it was straight out of one of your own stories.
but before you could get too in your head about it, he tilted his head, looking genuinely interested. âvoice what? iâm curious, princess.â
princess. the nickname sent a bolt of something dangerously warm straight through you, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide. âoh, nothingâŠâ you said, waving him off. âjust, you know⊠the usual. people who⊠um, make people fall in love with their voice.â
âand what if i told you,â he leaned in even closer, smirking as if heâd just had the best idea ever, âthat i could probably do that?â
you rolled your eyes, not believing him one bit. âoh really? think you could pull it off?â
âdepends,â he said with a shrug. âwhat kinda character am i playing?â
you didnât realize it, but youâd inched even closer, like you were hanging on his every word. âsomeone⊠someone rough around the edges,â you started, your voice dropping, completely lost in the moment, âbut with a softness underneath. someone who could make the world stop with just a whisperâŠâ
he smirked, eyes never leaving yours, and for a second, you felt like he was taking every word way too seriously. âi think i could manage that.â
you blinked, feeling a blush rise.Â
this stranger had charisma â like, the kind of charisma youâd thought only existed in your characters.Â
oh god, maybe you should write him into your next story. you shook yourself, blinking the daydreams away just as he started talking again.
â... and thatâs why,â he was saying, âthereâs a bit of an art to saying things just right. people think itâs all about the words, but itâs the way you say them that makes it real, yâknow?â
you nodded, trying to focus on his words as the room spun just a bit. âso youâre telling me, itâs all in the delivery?â
âexactly.â his gaze dropped to your lips, and he smirked, like he knew exactly what he was doing. âeven the⊠dirtiest lines sound good if you say âem the right way.â
oh no. that dangerous warmth was back.
somewhere between his intense gaze and that slow, lopsided smirk, dancing queen by abba blared through the bar speakers, jarring you out of your tipsy trance. the upbeat, disco-infused rhythm filled the room, all but laughing at the âmomentâ you thought you were having with this too-hot-for-reality stranger.
was this a moment? or were you just ridiculously drunk? did he even have a name? or were you just too far gone to have bothered asking?
âyou can dance, you can jive,â abba sang, practically mocking you as you stared, wide-eyed, at the man across from you, his scarred lip twisted in a little grin as he watched you piece it all together. he mustâve seen the dawning realization on your face, because he chuckled, reaching for his drink again.
âsomething wrong, princess?â he asked, leaning forward with a glint of amusement.
oh, great. iâve already been promoted to âprincessâ by a guy i might not know the name of. you were seconds away from facepalming.
âuh, nothing,â you said, waving a hand as casually as you could manage. âjust, uh, thinking how ironic it is that dancing queen is playing while⊠weâre, you knowâŠâ
â... having a moment?â he teased, clearly enjoying himself.
âwell,â you cleared your throat, cheeks blazing, âif you can call me drunkenly staring at you while abba serenades us a âmoment.ââ
âhey, itâs a solid soundtrack choice,â he replied, looking like he was suppressing a laugh. âbesides, donât pretend this isnât kinda perfect.â
âyou think dancing queen is perfect for this?â
he shrugged, sipping his drink. âcome on, youâre hammered, iâm here keeping you company, and weâre both, what⊠living in the moment?â he quirked a brow, his smirk widening as he eyed you, like he was daring you to argue.
and then, maybe out of pure liquid courage, or maybe because the absurdity was too much, you laughed. âyeah, living the moment⊠with some guy whose name i donât even know.â
âtoji,â he said, offering his hand with a lazy grin, like heâd just handed you a secret.
âtoji,â you echoed, shaking his hand. he held on for a second longer than necessary, his gaze never leaving yours.
 oh, this guy was trouble, and you were in so deep.
âand you?â he asked, still holding your hand.
you barely managed to whisper your name, but it came out like a sigh, and he repeated it back like it was something precious. âwell then,â he said, smirking, âguess that makes two dancing queens tonight.â
âtojiâŠâ you muttered, the name slipping off your tongue again as you tried to place it. there was something familiar about it, like youâd heard it before, but in your tequila-drenched state, nothing was sticking.Â
toji, toji⊠where had you heard that name?
he cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused as you stared at him like he was the worldâs most frustrating puzzle. âsomething on your mind?â
ân-no,â you stammered, then immediately backpedaled. âwait, actually, yes. toji, right?â
he nodded, a playful gleam in his eye. âthatâs the one.â
âtoji⊠tojiâŠâ you repeated, squinting at him as if a clearer view would magically connect the dots. and then, it hit you â toji fushiguro.Â
the voice actor who would be bringing your spicy, shamelessly dramatic main character to life.Â
the same guy you were supposed to meet tomorrow, the guy who was probably used to making everyoneâs knees buckle with just a whisper.
âno wayâŠâ you whispered, clutching your head, and you could practically feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. âyou â youâre⊠that toji?â
he gave a slight tilt of his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âwhat, surprised that i could be both hot and talented?â
you sputtered, trying to backtrack and failing miserably. âno! i mean, yes, but i just â tomorrow â youâre⊠youâre the guy whoâs voicing my main character?â
he leaned back with a smirk, clearly enjoying the whirlwind of emotions he was putting you through. âdidnât think the universe would give you a sneak preview tonight, huh?â
your fuzzy brain struggled to compute this twist of fate. you were drunk, mortified, and beyond flustered, sitting in a bar with the man whoâd soon be giving voice to all your filthy, shameless words. this was almost too much.
âoh my god,â you muttered, sinking back in your seat. âi literally threw up on my main characterâs shoes.â
toji let out a hearty laugh, patting your shoulder. âhey, if anything, iâd say itâs on-brand for the kind of night youâd write.â
just as you were processing the sheer, ridiculous insanity of the situation, a fresh wave of nausea hit you like a freight train. before you could even react, you leaned forward and⊠splattered the floor with a decidedly not-dignified stream of bile. this time, it was almost cinematic, complete with a dramatic gagging sound that had you doubling over.
you watched in horror as you once again spewed your insides onto the floor, narrowly missing tojiâs shoes but definitely adding a new layer to the already mortifying scene.Â
youâd probably just hit rock bottom.
âoh, god,â you groaned, covering your mouth with your hand as the bile burned your throat. âi swear⊠iâm not normally like this.â
toji chuckled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he handed you a stack of napkins the bartender had generously supplied. âiâm starting to think iâm just a little too overwhelming for you, princess.â
you shot him a sheepish look as you wiped your mouth. overwhelming was an understatement.Â
âyeah, maybe we can leave that out of tomorrowâs team introductions,â you mumbled, trying desperately to pull yourself together.
toji chuckled, tossing a few more napkins your way. âno judgment here. itâs a rough night for a first âmeet-cute,â but hey, youâre nothing if not memorable.â
you gripped the napkin, willing yourself to hold it together, at least until you could make a semi-dignified exit. âi donât even want to know what story youâll tell people about this.â
toji just laughed, completely unbothered, as if getting vomited on was a regular night for him. âdonât worry, iâll keep it discreet.â his voice dipped, lowering to a murmur. âfor a girl with secrets, i figure youâd appreciate that.â
he lifted his drink and gave you a small toast. âto first meetings â and unforgettable nights. and hey, maybe tomorrow, youâll surprise me and keep it down.â
oh, god, you thought, as you attempted to bury yourself in your napkin. if only i could crawl under the bar and hide forever.
normally, you wouldnât wake up with âdancing queenâ stuck in your head, but as you nursed the remnants of a truly terrible hangover, it felt almost... pleasant? the upbeat melody cut through the fog of your brain, and you couldnât help but hum along, even if the lyrics felt like a cruel reminder of your embarrassing escapades from the night before.
âyou can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life...â
wait, why dancing queen of all songs? you squinted at your alarm clock, your heart racing as the memories started flooding back like a poorly written rom-com. oh.
OH.
your eyes widened as you bolted out of bed with a speed that could make an olympic runner blush, frantically throwing on whatever clothes you could find â did you seriously still have a piece of glitter from last night stuck in your hair? gross! but no time for a shower; you had a meeting to get to at gojo-sonic, and you were about to meet â erm, remeet â toji fushiguro.
âooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen...â
as the lyrics blared in your head like an incessant movie soundtrack, you dashed out the door, praying youâd catch a cab in time. the universe couldnât possibly let you walk into this meeting looking like a hot mess â especially when your main character's voice was waiting on the other side.
âyouâre a tease you turn âem onâŠleave âem burning and then youâre goneâŠâ
you rolled your eyes at your own ridiculousness. who cared if youâd practically thrown up on the guy? all you had to do was survive your own personal dance-off with fate and hope toji didnât remember the lovely little details from last night.
you took a deep breath, determined to channel all the confidence you could muster. today was going to be great. right?
as you walked into the meeting room, gojo practically huffed an air of relief. you couldnât help but think it was a little dramatic â like, itâs just a meeting. you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the last remnants of your hangover and the lingering embarrassment of last nightâs vomit-venture.
the room was brightly lit, filled with a few familiar faces, including toji, who was leaning casually against a table with that annoyingly charming grin plastered on his face.Â
great. youâd somehow forgotten just how hot he was in the light of day.Â
tojiâs presence made your stomach flutter and flip, but you shoved that feeling down â this was business, after all.
you scanned the room and spotted gojo-sonicâs most valued investor suguru geto on a screen in the corner, his hair tied back and eyes sharp as he joined the meeting online. wow, great first impression! with a sudden wave of panic, you could almost hear the dancing queen lyrics mocking you in the back of your mind. whatâs next, bursting into song?
âhey, look who finally made it!â toji said, amusement dancing in his eyes. perfect. if he was going to make light of your grand entrance, you had to think fast to steer the conversation away from the disaster that was last night.
âsorry for keeping you all waiting,â you replied, forcing a smile that hopefully didnât look too forced. âi had... a crazy night.â
toji raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. âcrazy night, huh? did you bring us any stories?â
you shot him a warning glance, your heart racing as you internally pleaded with him not to say anything that could ruin your career. thankfully, he just chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back, letting the moment hang in the air without any revealing comments.
âi think weâd all like to hear that,â suguru said, his tone teasing as he adjusted the camera. âbut letâs save the fun stuff for later, right? weâve got work to do.â
you nodded, grateful for suguruâs timely intervention. âyes, absolutely! so, uh, about the voice work ââ
the atmosphere shifted as the others exchanged knowing glances, and you knew youâd have to tread carefully. this meeting was crucial, and you couldnât let last nightâs incident derail everything youâd worked for. with any luck, maybe you could just keep your foot out of your mouth for the rest of the meeting.
toji always knew he was hot.
i mean, how could he not?Â
with a jawline that could slice bread and a smirk that could charm the pants off anyone, confidence practically dripped off him like a cologne commercial. but the real question was: how to channel this hotness and turn it into something lucrative? great question!Â
being a single dad to wasnât easy, and running from odd job to odd job just to scrape enough money for the bratâs school was proving to be tiresome. until one day, a certain gojo satoru decided to drop a bombshell on him.
âtoji, you ever think about using that voice of yours for something... more creative?â gojo asked, leaning back in his office chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
âcreative? what, like narrating my life as a sad single dad?â toji replied dryly, rolling his eyes. âbecause let me tell you, itâs not exactly a page-turner.â
âno, no, hear me out!â gojo insisted, practically bouncing in his seat. âiâm talking about voice acting â specifically, erotic audiobooks. itâs the next big thing!â
toji blinked, momentarily stunned. âyou mean to tell me that the former bouncer at an elite club would be voicing erotic audiobooks? saying those weird, cringey lines that women seem to love? youâre insane.â
âthink about it! you have the looks, the voice, and the whole mysterious vibe down pat,â gojo urged, waving his hands dramatically. âbesides, you need the cash, and i need someone to bring a little... heat to my company.â
âyou really think people want to hear me read lines like, âtake me, you wild beast?ââ toji quipped, snorting.
fast forward to his first recording session, where everything seemed to be going smoothly until disaster struck. toji was deep in character, delivering his best sexy voice when â bam! â the bathroom pipe exploded in his tiny flat.
âoh god, yes, just like that ââ he started, voice dripping with sultry charm, when suddenly, a muffled splash! interrupted him, followed by megumiâs wail from the other room.
âdad! thereâs water everywhere!â
toji cursed under his breath, trying to maintain his composure. âiâm coming! just... give me a second, iâm â ah, itâs getting so hot in here!â he struggled to continue, desperately trying to block out the chaos around him while the sounds of the pipe gushing water filled the audio.
but it turned out hormones took over the technical difficulties, because when the snippet was finally released, women and men of all ages were devouring it like it was the last slice of pizza at a party. it even went viral on tiktok, with cringe-worthy wannabes trying to recreate his sultry lines, failing miserably while toji sat back, amused.
âreally? you think you can pull this off?â he chuckled to himself, watching one kid awkwardly mimic him. ânice try, kid. but good luck sounding this good while your momâs screaming at you for hogging the bathroom.â
because toji wasnât just a househusband â house father â anymore. he was a household name, and everyone knew him. his rise to fame was a wild ride, but hey, at least now he could afford to get the bathroom fixed â one line at a time.
he could hardly wrap his head around how heâd managed to move out of his tiny, crumbling apartment and into a much better place for him and megumi. it was like waking up one day and realizing heâd accidentally won the lottery. âwait, how did i end up here?â heâd mutter to himself, staring at the pristine walls and polished floors. âand how the hell can i pay megumiâs school fees on time without dodging dirty glares from the accounts office?â
heâd walk into the school, head held high, while megumi proudly puffed out his eight-year-old chest. âmy daddyâs an actor!â heâd announce to anyone who would listen. toji couldnât help but feel a swell of pride. i mean, the kid wasnât wrong. he was acting â acting like he had his life together, at least!
but did his new job stop toji from being a little hoe? oh, hell no.Â
if anything, the fame went straight to his head â both up and down there, mind you. toji was like a kid in a candy store, and he was using his newfound charm to siphon money from literally every sugar mommy he could find.Â
and daddies, too, if he was feeling daring.Â
because people would die to be known as someone âcloseâ to the toji fushiguro.
âoh my god, is that him?â a passerby would whisper, nudging her friend as they walked past toji at a private event.
âi think it is! i heard heâs dating someone famous,â her friend would respond, leaning in as if they were sharing a juicy secret. âiâve seen him at that new club downtown. heâs just so... magnetic.â
âtotally! i mean, if i could get him to call me âsweetheartâ just once, iâd die a happy woman,â the first friend would say, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically.
toji would smirk to himself, sipping his drink while casually overhearing their chatter. âyep, youâre right. iâm as available as a 24/7 convenience store,â heâd think, reveling in the attention. "i could probably charm the pants off a rock if i tried."
another group of giggling fans would walk by, whispering amongst themselves, âi met him at that charity event last week! he was so sweet! like, did you see the way he talked to everyone? heâs definitely a heartthrob.â
âsweet? you mean hot, right?â one of them would tease, and theyâd all burst into laughter.
âplease, if he looked at me, iâd die!â another would declare, all starry-eyed.
tojiâs smirk widened. âkeep it coming, ladies. iâm just here for the show.â he couldnât deny it; being the center of attention was intoxicating, and he was loving every second of it.
with a wink and a little wave, heâd keep strutting through life like a runway model, knowing full well he had the power to turn heads and keep wallets open. âwho knew being a hot voice actor could be this fun?â
great that youâd ask what toji did with all that sweet, sweet cash! save it all for his brat of a son, of course, even if he wouldnât admit it. beneath that rugged exterior and playful swagger, he had a soft spot for the little sucker.
just the other week, megumi had been rambling on about wanting a really cool new video game console. âbut daddy, alllll my friends have one! itâs so unfair!â heâd whined, big blue eyes practically shimmering with hope. toji had rolled his eyes, trying to act tough, but the moment he saw the kid's face, his heart melted like butter on a hot skillet. âfine, but only if you promise to finish your homework first.â
the next day, megumi had unwrapped a brand-new console, complete with all the latest games, and toji had basked in the sheer delight radiating from his son. âthis is the best day ever!â megumi had screamed, wrapping his arms around tojiâs waist. âthank you, daddy!â
toji grinned like an idiot, pretending to be unimpressed. âyeah, yeah, donât go losing it on the first day, alright? and remember, no playing after eight!â he was basically a walking contradiction: a grumpy dad who secretly loved being the cool parent.
then there was that time megumi had been obsessed with this rare action figure from his favorite show. toji had seen the way his sonâs eyes lit up every time he spotted it in a store, but it was always sold out. so, naturally, when toji found one online at a steep price, he didnât hesitate. âiâll just skip my overpriced rum for a week. totally worth it.â
when megumi had opened the package, heâd literally jumped in the air, screeching like a siren. âno way! you got it for me!?â and toji had played it cool, shrugging his shoulders. âwhat can i say? your dadâs a generous guy.â
of course, this indulgence didnât go unnoticed by gojo satoru. the six eyes â er, eyes! â of the man always seemed to be on toji, especially when he noticed his friend was splurging just a little too much on himself â like that new leather jacket that looked ridiculously good on him.Â
âi need a jacket like that,â gojo had muttered to himself, glancing at his own wardrobe with disappointment.
whenever toji treated himself, gojo would quietly slide a check over to him, nonchalantly muttering, âjust a little something for megumiâs school expenses.â
some people would have viewed it as offensive or patronizing, but not toji. heâd always laughed it off, feeling grateful instead. in his mind, gojo was like a guardian angel â âif guardian angels wore sunglasses and had a taste for expensive sweets.â he saw it as gojo looking out for megumi, which made tojiâs heart swell with warmth. âwho else would want to help raise my kid? might as well accept it.â
âjust donât make a habit of it, alright?â toji would say with a teasing grin. âi donât need you spoiling him more than i do.â
âtoo late,â gojo would quip, already plotting ways to sneak more gifts into megumiâs life. âitâs my new hobby.â
so, when gojo casually dropped the bomb that toji would be voicing one of the hottest, trending smut book â âmating with the demon kingâ or something equally ridiculous â toji shrugged it off. âsimple enough job,â he thought. âand it must be good if they came to me for it.â
but when gojo suggested he read the book to get an idea of the material â âjust a little prep work,â heâd said with that infuriatingly charming grin â things took a wild turn.
big mistake, toji would later reflect as he flipped through the pages, his eyebrows shooting up higher than a roller coaster. âwho writes this stuff?â he muttered, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.
the content was downright depraved. there were scenes that had him questioning his entire existence.Â
ââhe thrust into her like a man possessed, each stroke igniting a fire within herâ â what even is that?â he read aloud, only to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness. megumi, playing quietly in the other room, wondered why his daddy was cackling like a madman.
âuh, daddy? why are you reading that out loud?â megumi had peeked in, eyes wide with curiosity. toji quickly scrambled to shut the book. âuh, just⊠learning about, uh, cooking techniques!â he stammered, trying to play it cool. âyou wouldnât get it, buddy.â
but the laughter continued to bubble out of him, and he couldnât help but read some of the more ludicrous lines. ââhis lips found her collarbone, trailing heat like a wildfireâ â who even talks like that?â he shook his head, utterly bemused.
by the end of the chapter, he was howling. ââshe gasped as he swept her off her feet and into a world of ecstasyâ â oh please!â toji chortled, clutching his stomach, imagining how this would all sound through a microphone. âmy kid is gonna think iâve lost my goddamn mind.â
but hey, if this job was going to pay the bills, he figured he could endure a little humiliation. âitâs all in a dayâs work, right?â he muttered to himself, finally accepting that he was now the voice of âmating with the demon king.â
all that reading really took its toll on toji â physically, mentally, spiritually even. after hours spent tripping over lines like âpressed against the throbbing heat of his desireâ (yeah, that one took five tries to get through without laughing), he needed to clear his head. so, he found himself at a bar, halfway through a drink, hoping to numb the embarrassment heâd just endured in the name of rent money.
then stumbles this stranger â a cute, very tipsy stranger who quickly parked herself right next to him and started chatting him up, wide-eyed and slightly unsteady. great, drunk people, he thought, resisting an eyeroll as she grinned at him, looking ready to either start a fight or profess her love.Â
maybe both.
of course, what are the odds sheâd go ahead and throw up on his shoes? yes, his brand-new shoes, because, apparently, the universe had decided that tonight, toji fushiguro would be the worldâs personal punching bag. âcanât even get through one drink without some shit happening,â he muttered to himself as she looked up at him with a horrified expression. âweâre off to a great start here, huh?â
after some water and some awkward apologies (mostly her apologizing, mostly him trying not to laugh), they fell into surprisingly decent conversation. she was rambling about her job, the stress, the weird demands â stuff he could sympathize with, honestly.Â
and thatâs when he dropped it, just for fun: âiâm a voice actor.â
her eyes sparkled with recognition â a little too much recognition, actually, which made him narrow his eyes. âwait, whatâs your name?â she asked, suddenly all ears.
âtoji. toji fushiguro.â
the second he said it, her face went from curious to horrified to... oh yeah, she knew exactly who he was. âwait,â she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. âyouâre... youâre the voice actor for my book.â
toji raised an eyebrow, deadpan.Â
so this was the writer, the one who wrote all that nonsense heâd been struggling through for days. well, wasnât that just the cherry on top. not only was this his boss but also the very person responsible for phrases like âpulsing needâ and âmoans spilling like honey.â and sheâd just puked on him.Â
talk about a power move.
âsmall world,â he said, his tone dry as desert sand. wonderful, he thought. my boss threw up on me. but, hey, the night was still young.Â
he took a long sip from his drink, hoping she wouldnât take this as an excuse to unleash some kind of creative critique.
âi... i didnât know youâd be here,â she stammered, a shade redder than before, probably realizing what this made her look like â her, the lady behind the âthrobbing heat of desireâ shtick.
âdonât worry,â he said, giving her a smirk. âi wonât tell anyone the literary mastermind responsible for all that... romance has a weak stomach.â
you probably donât remember much after you composed yourself following that second round of projectile embarrassment â but donât worry, toji remembers. the manâs got a steel trap for the kinds of memories youâd prefer stayed buried. once heâd figured out that you werenât exactly in shape to be left wandering around, he made the executive decision to get you home. yeah, heâd just met you a couple hours ago, but somehow, through the boozy haze and questionable life choices, heâd managed to catch your address.Â
impressive detective work, really⊠or, well, you may have blurted it out mid-ramble about how âthe streetlight outside is the only thing lighting up your lonely hallway.âÂ
a touch dramatic, but, hey, it worked.
so he got you back to your place (no thanks to the cab driverâs judgmental side-eye), got you up the stairs without you faceplanting, and, after propping you up long enough to unlock your door, he even went the extra mile and tucked you under the covers. you, meanwhile, mumbled something about âtequila being the devil,â blissfully oblivious to the poor guy whoâd just witnessed more of your personal life than your closest friends. toji took one last look before heading out, chuckling to himself as you drifted off, probably already dreaming of whatever literary nonsense youâd be writing next.
but what really stuck with him? the damn âdancing queenâ chorus ringing in his ears from the bar. maybe it was still playing somewhere out there in the night, or maybe youâd just cursed him with it. because as he walked home, hands shoved in his pockets, there it was, looping over and over in his head.Â
âyou can dance⊠you can jiveâŠâÂ
great, now heâd be humming it for days.
both you and toji were snapped back into the fluorescent-lit reality of the conference room, where gojo was still going on about⊠royalties? percentages? to be honest, the entire spiel sounded more like corporate white noise to you.Â
toji, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair, looking as disinterested as humanly possible without actually falling asleep. across the screen, suguru appeared in one of those stiff, all-business modes, nodding along to gojoâs speech. his eyes had that telltale sparkle that only appeared when money was the topic â âstakeholder perks,â as gojo would call it, though it just meant suguru got to rake in extra cash on the side.
âand once the audiobookâs live, the split from the sales will be recalculated quarterly, yadda yadda, yadaaa ââ gojoâs voice broke into a sing-song, clearly amusing only himself. âanyway, you guys will see some real sweet checks from this.â
âroyaltiesâŠâ suguru interjected, a bit too smoothly, âremind me what those projected percentages were again, satoru?â
toji suppressed a snort. here they were, with the man himself who could barely be bothered to read a weather report straight, much less your raunchy magnum opus. good luck explaining earnings, gojo.
âoh yeah, royalties!â gojo cleared his throat, launching into a number-laden monologue that seemed to somehow both explain everything and nothing at once. toji barely listened, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. it was only when gojo pivoted, with a suddenly very pointed look, that toji actually tuned back in.
âso, did everyone do their, ah, homework?â gojo grinned as his gaze swept across the room, his eyes landing on you with a bit too much knowing amusement. âread the⊠material?â
you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, and every other voice actor in the room suddenly found the table, the wall, or their own shoes very interesting.
all except toji, of course, who stretched back with the most obnoxious smirk youâd seen yet.
âhomework?â he drawled, deadpan as always. âyeah, got right into it. wouldnât want to miss a single word of that⊠fine literature.â
a few of the others exchanged awkward looks, clearly unsure how to respond to the dead-serious way toji said fine literature without a shred of irony. meanwhile, you shrank a little in your seat, not exactly loving the fact that the guy you threw up on was apparently the one voice actor who actually read your work cover-to-cover. not to mention, this was toji fushiguro, the voice actor whoâd taken the world by storm with a single, leaked snippet. you'd heard your fans say that he was some kind of god-tier talent â practically a household name. and now?Â
he was casually staring you down like he'd just read your diary.
âitâs⊠itâs not that bad,â you muttered defensively, feeling a prickling heat rise up your neck.
toji raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. âoh, didnât say it was bad. just, uh⊠thorough.â
you felt the blush intensify, but before you could reply, gojo jumped back in, undeterred. âgreat! since everyoneâs read it now, weâll dive into scene breakdowns tomorrow, with input from our illustrious author here.â he winked at you in that annoyingly playful way of his, as if heâd just orchestrated the whole thing for kicks. âitâs all about bringing your vision to life, yeah?â
âlooking forward to it.â tojiâs tone was smooth, with just enough emphasis to hint at the mischief lying behind his calm expression. you could swear there was a glimmer of challenge in his eyes, and the fact that heâd actually read the book â a book that you wrote in a creative haze, no less â was beginning to feel less like a weird coincidence and more like some cosmic joke at your expense.
suguruâs voice broke through, âand letâs hope that translates to success, right, gojo? my dividends would certainly appreciate it.â
âoh, donât you worry, sugu bear.â gojo leaned in with that shark-like grin of his. âwith toji voicing this masterpiece, and the author right here to guide us? weâre printing money already.â
with a dramatic flourish, gojo clapped his hands together, instantly breaking the tension. âalright, dismissed! snacks are out front â help yourselves, or not! more for me, after all,â he added, a mischievous glint in his eye as he clearly envisioned his sugary hoard.
suguru took this moment as his graceful exit cue, giving a short nod before the screen blinked off. gojo sighed theatrically, clasping his chest. âoh, suguru, leaving so soon? you wound me! whoâs going to discuss âdividendsâ and âroyaltiesâ with me now?â
nobody had the heart â or possibly the patience â to answer that question, which suited gojo just fine as he spun on his heel, making his way toward the snack table.Â
you, meanwhile, considered vanishing altogether, at least until the next segment of the day when youâd actually need to make yourself useful. judging by the energy in the room, none of the other voice actors were in a rush to strike up a conversation with you.Â
ouch. apparently, being the creator of their next project wasnât that much of a social asset.
you edged toward the door, already halfway to freedom when, like clockwork, a deep, familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. âleaving so soon?â
you didnât even have to turn around to know who it was. obnoxious didnât even cover half of it. âjust⊠thought iâd give you guys a break from me,â you muttered, gripping the strap of your bag tighter, hoping it looked casual instead of like an attempt to bolt.
tojiâs laugh was low, almost teasing. âa break? i donât mind the company. in fact, i think the others are just shy.â his words were smooth, but there was a mischievous lilt to them, like he was very aware of just how uncomfortable you probably were.
âright,â you deadpanned, summoning every ounce of sarcasm you had left. âtheyâre all just shy.â
he chuckled, falling into step beside you as you made your way to the snack table. gojo was already there, unabashedly sampling a tray of tiny cupcakes. he shot you both a grin that was, in all honesty, more threatening than friendly.Â
oh god, why is he looking at us like that?
âso!â gojo swiped another cupcake, leaning back against the table as he took in you and toji with an almost too-pleased expression. âgetting along, are we? i mean, itâs not every day you get to work so closely with the voice behind your book, right?â he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if trying to ignite some sort of spark just to make things interesting.
toji, unbothered as ever, shrugged. âshe already threw up on me. might as well be friends after that, huh?â
oh my god.Â
you felt the flush rise to your face instantly, a mix of embarrassment and horror. he did not just bring that up in front of gojo, of all people.
âaww, how cute!â gojo crooned, looking absolutely delighted as he clapped his hands in that overly-enthusiastic, not-at-all sincere way. âbonding over bodily fluids. you guys are practically soulmates!â
âplease, kill me now,â you muttered under your breath, glaring at the snack table like it might provide an escape hatch.
toji leaned in, voice dropping to a near whisper, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone. âdonât worry, author. iâve seen worse.â
âgreat, thatâs⊠comforting,â you muttered, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as you grabbed a snack at random. at this point, you were ready to make a quick exit, potentially before the dayâs work even started if it meant escaping this scene.
ânow, donât run off too fast,â gojo added, wagging a finger at you with a sly grin. âiâm expecting all of us back here in an hour, nice and energized. donât want any excuses!â
toji shot you one last look, equal parts teasing and unreadable, before he turned to grab a coffee. âguess youâre stuck with me for a little longer,â he murmured, a faint glimmer of humor in his eyes.
wonderful. absolutely wonderful. well, at least thereâs cupcakes.
itâs only five minutes into the recording session, and youâre already wondering if thereâs a job market for earth-burrowing positions. if there is, youâd gladly take it. anything would be better than thisâŠcircus.
the sound booth is packed with voice actors delivering line after line of your bookâs carefully crafted (painfully cheesy) smutty dialogue. you bite your lip, both cringing and resisting the urge to laugh out loud as one of the actors, a slender guy with an unfortunate tendency to over-dramatize every vowel, reads his line with a tragic sigh.
âi canât help it⊠i just want to devour you.â
devour you? you want to throw yourself into the nearest trash can. before you can stop yourself, you lean forward into the mic, managing a half-apologetic, half-pleading tone. âuh, could you maybe⊠ease up on the âdevourâ part? like, less dramatic, more⊠suave?â
he nods seriously, doing a quick vocal warm-up before trying again. âi canât help it⊠i just want to devoooourââ
ânope! nope, nope, nope!â you blurt, a little louder than you intended, the cringe spiraling out of control. you quickly clear your throat, trying to sound as professional as possible. âletâs, uh, maybe just skip to the next line.â
from the corner of the room, you catch sight of gojo, whoâs grinning so widely youâre genuinely concerned his face might stay that way forever. heâs watching you with an infectious enthusiasm thatâs bordering on manic, his eyes practically sparkling with amusement. youâre half-expecting him to yell, âsurprise! this is an snl skit!â
you rub at your temple, wishing the earth would do you a solid and open up beneath you, while the next actor â a petite, sweet-looking woman whoâs visibly uncomfortable â takes her turn. she clears her throat, looking down at her script, and delivers the line in a barely-there whisper, âi⊠i want you to take me⊠take me as ifâŠâ
âumâŠâ you grimace, instantly feeling the heat rise to your face. âmaybe a bit louder? but, you know, sensual.â
she blushes, muttering something under her breath before raising her voice, though itâs still trembling. âi⊠i want you to⊠take me⊠as ifâŠâ
toji, whoâs been watching the whole scene from his seat, chuckles lowly, and his smirk sends a jolt of embarrassment through you. âjeez, author, why donât you just hop in there and show âem how itâs done?â he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm, though itâs not unkind.
you throw him a flat look, biting back an eye roll. not like i wanted to be here, you think to yourself. itâs just that somehow, the universe decided that today youâd be responsible for turning lines youâd never want to say out loud into something even remotely palatable.
and it only gets worse.Â
another actor â a deep-voiced, well-meaning guy in his mid-40s â leans into his mic and reads out, in a gruff voice you can only describe as a rejected batman impersonation: âyouâre driving me⊠wild.â his tone is so intense itâs like heâs threatening to fight the listener in a parking lot.
âokay⊠we might want to dial it back a little,â you say carefully, hoping to mask your horror with politeness. âjust⊠a little less âsupervillain,â more⊠warm?â
you hear toji chuckle behind you, low and rumbling, clearly reveling in your suffering. and as you glance over your shoulder, you find gojo, once again, looking like this is the best entertainment heâs had in years.Â
at this point, he might actually cry from laughing.
just when you think it canât get any worse, toji stands, giving you a wink as he heads into the booth for his turn. he takes the mic, his face blank and unreadable as he starts reading the next line.
âi need you⊠right now,â he purrs, his voice oozing that lazy, sensual charm youâd envisioned for this character. itâs⊠almost unfair, really.Â
thereâs not an ounce of irony or overacting.Â
tojiâs delivery is so smooth, so confident, that it catches you off guard, a flush rising to your cheeks.
gojo lets out a low whistle, giving you a teasing look as if to say, see? was that so hard?
âfinally,â you mutter under your breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. gojo raises a brow, clearly enjoying every second of your awkwardness.
you sigh, mentally bracing yourself for the rest of the recording. if nothing else, at least one actor seems to have nailed the tone â much to your embarrassment and gojoâs endless delight.
you clear your throat, attempting to regain some semblance of control over the recording session, which is proving to be harder than herding a pack of caffeinated cats. âright, everyone, letâs, uh, keep moving and go ahead with recording the dragon kingâs lines. toji, if youâre ready?â
but you barely finish your sentence before gojo claps toji on the shoulder with that all-too-annoying bromance energy, grinning from ear to ear. âour star is ready, arenât ya, toji? i mean, look at this guy! look at him! canât believe i found this gem for gojo-sonic!â gojoâs voice carries that infuriatingly proud tone that practically drips with smug satisfaction.
you stifle an eye roll, and even the other actors exchange glances, half-annoyed, half-amused at gojoâs over-the-top fawning. but before you can jump in to cut gojo off, toji just smirks, sliding comfortably into the mic like he was born to deliver cheesy lines.
âalright, alright,â you murmur, mostly to yourself. âletâs see what youâve got, mr. dragon king.â
toji adjusts the headphones, his lazy smirk already primed.Â
and then he begins, voice low and sultry, hitting each cringe-worthy word with the same ridiculous gravitas that has the whole room mesmerized.
âi have waited eons for a beauty like yours to grace my realm. come⊠be mine, and together we shall rule the heavens.â
you can practically feel everyone holding their breath, transfixed by the sheer sincerity in his tone, despite the lineâs absurdity. you, too, canât help but feel a blush creeping up your neck, which is just unfair given you wrote these lines.Â
you knew what they were meant to sound like, but this?Â
heâs delivering them like theyâre damn poetry.
toji doesnât stop there, though, his deep voice carrying each line as though heâs serenading the mic. âmy heart burns with a fire only you can soothe. take my hand, and i swear to guard your heart with my very life.â
gojo is practically fawning, batting his eyelashes like a proud parent in the corner. âsee, people, this is how itâs done! let the dragon king here show you amateurs how itâs really supposed to sound!â
you resist the urge to chuck something at gojo as the other actorsâ eyes widen, watching in awe.
one of them mutters under their breath, âno way weâre topping that.â
and then, tojiâs voice dips even lower, the next line coming out in a growl that somehow manages to be both dramatic and, disturbingly, kind of⊠enchanting.
âyou are the breath in my lungs, the flame in my veins. without you, i am but a shadow⊠a beast in the dark.â
the room is dead silent.Â
youâre all fawning, gushing messes, and youâre not even sure how it happened. itâs like tojiâs somehow turned this trial recording into an absurdly hot moment. you can barely believe youâre hearing the same lines you once labeled âridiculously cringeyâ in the draft.
finally, he leans back, looking pleased with himself, as if he hadnât just left everyone a little breathless. gojo practically beams with pride, nudging you.Â
âso⊠i think youâve found your dragon king, wouldnât you say?â
you nod, still stunned, half in disbelief, half in begrudging admiration. if this was just the trial recording, you could only imagine how many blushing, starry-eyed listeners this final audiobook was going to leave in its wake.
the moment the trial recording session wraps up, gojo is the first one on his feet, clapping his hands like he's just watched the performance of a lifetime. âbrilliant!â he practically shouts, pulling out his phone faster than you can blink. âsuguru needs to hear this,â he mutters, already dialing his business partner like a kid who canât wait to brag about his latest toy.
sometimes you really do forget that gojo is the ceo of a multi-million dollar company â an erotic audiobook company, no less.Â
is he this passionate about the art, or is it just the money? either way, watching him fanboy over his own employee leaves you a mix of amused and exhausted.
thereâs a charm to it, though, even if itâs a little baffling to witness in real time.
as the energy in the studio starts to mellow, you find yourself actually breathing a bit easier. for once, things seem to be going smoothly.Â
maybe this whole collaboration wouldnât be a disaster after all.Â
you let yourself relax, even if a small part of your brain chides you with a quick reminder: next time, skip the cheap caffeine fix when youâre pulling an all-nighter writing smut.Â
or⊠cheap anything, really.Â
yeah, you donât actually smoke, you remind yourself â except, well, that one time in college, but hey, that was a whole different you. one that should stay buried in the relics of questionable decisions, right next to your spiral-bound notes of embarrassingly bad poetry.
just as youâre praying to the universe that this is all going to wrap up without any extra drama, you hear it. the sound thatâs become both your nightmare and⊠okay, maybe, a little less than that.
âwell, princess,â tojiâs voice rumbles, his tone as amused as it is teasing, âgot anything else you want from your dragon king?â
you close your eyes and will the ground to open up beneath you, but nope, nothing.Â
nothing but the sound of your heartbeat doing an awkward little tango in your chest.
of course heâd pick now to resurrect that ridiculous moniker from last night. like it wasnât humiliating enough when he threw it out there while you were a couple drinks deep and all but glued to your seat at the bar.Â
oh, youâre practically begging the universe to put you out of your misery â well, actually, now that you think about it, maybe being wrapped up in those beefy arms wouldnât be the worst fateâŠ
wow. get a grip, girl. this is the caffeine deprivation talking.Â
definitely that.
but then toji smirks at you, an eyebrow raised, as if heâs just dared you to respond. and all you can think is⊠oh, lord, this man is trouble.
"câmon, just a drink,â toji insists, flashing that devil-may-care grin that both ruins and improves your day within a matter of seconds. heâs leaning back like heâs got all the time in the world, casually ignoring how you definitely donât.Â
âtrust me, princess, itâll settle your nerves.â
itâs not like you need a reminder of the mess that was last night. every foggy memory swirls in your head, like lifeâs own cruel version of a mocktail â one garnished with shame, regret, and a generous helping of last nightâs tequila.Â
if anything, adding more drinks to this equation feels about as smart as walking blindfolded into traffic.
but tojiâs already up, stretching like heâs completely unaware of the chaotic memories this whole âoutingâ is summoning. âjust a quick look around gojo-sonic, yeah?â he says, nodding toward the maze of hallways beyond the studio door, his face the perfect picture of innocence.
âyouâre new here, and itâs⊠important to know the lay of the land. work reasons.â
you can practically hear the quotation marks around that âwork reasons.â
âyou know,â he adds with a wink, ânever hurts to see where the magic happens.â
yeah, right. you have a feeling the only magic here is him somehow dragging you deeper into your personal nightmare.
you donât even get the chance to respond with a yes, no, or a âmaybe next centuryâ when tojiâs phone lights up and his whole expression darkens. not exactly the look you expect from the guy whose voice practically ruined half the internet last month with that infamous line about... well, yeah, better not go there right now.
âsatoru, the brat got into a fight,â he growls into the phone, and suddenly, satoruâs jaw hits the floor with such force you can practically hear it from across the studio. toji doesnât stick around for a reply, though â heâs already striding toward the door like a man with a purpose, ignoring satoruâs spluttered, âthe what did who?â
and somehow â god knows how â you find yourself tagging along like itâs the most natural thing in the world. maybe itâs curiosity, maybe itâs the thrill of seeing toji in full boss mode, or maybe itâs just because, oh, yâknow, âresponsible adult and responsibilitiesâ instincts or whatever.Â
but the further you walk, the more you realize that toji doesnât mind you following one bit. in fact, heâs practically matching his pace to yours, as if youâre part of some unofficial escort mission to... whoever this âbratâ is.
which, speaking of, who the hell is megumi?
youâre still trying to wrap your head around how this was supposed to be a âquick tourâ of the office and not, somehow, an impromptu escort mission to the worldâs sleekest car, a porsche 911 turbo â yep, thatâs right, the kind of car youâve only ever seen in movies where the bad guyâs got a mysterious, sexy side. all you can manage is, âyou own this?â
toji shrugs, slipping his keys into the ignition with an air of pure, unbothered cool. âyou donât?â
oh. okay.Â
you barely have time to process this response before heâs peeling out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding a stray cat, a snail-paced truck, and an old lady whoâs almost sacrificed her wig to his driving style. but hey, all part of the thrill, right?
definitely not questioning life choices here.
by the time you pull up to a cutesy primary school â you know, the kind with pastel-colored gates and cartoon murals of bears and rabbits â youâre genuinely confused.Â
toji seems like the last guy whoâd be here unless it was some undercover op. and âmegumi,â whoever he is, sounds like he could be the schoolâs playground menace.
âwait, this is where weâre headed?â you ask, eyeing the building like it might suddenly make sense.
but tojiâs out of the car, moving so fast you practically have to jog to keep up. the school secretary gives you both a wary glance, likely sensing the storm of exasperation radiating off toji, as he strides straight into the principalâs office. there, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed and an unimpressed scowl that screams âmini-toji,â is a little boy with spiky hair and an air of quiet defiance.
without missing a beat, toji asks, âmegs! did you win?â
the principal, a kindly-looking woman whose expression is rapidly shifting from âcalm mediatorâ to âi donât get paid enough for this,â clears her throat.Â
âmr. fushiguro, your son wasnât... in the wrong, per se. it appears he was, um, defending his honor.â
defending his honor? you blink. what kind of second grader even knows what that means?
âthat true, âgumi?â toji says, arms crossed, looking every bit the unbothered, proud dad of the year.
âhe said my dad was a... weird voice actor,â megumi mutters, then shrugs. âso i said at least my dad works.â
you nearly choke, partly from stifled laughter, partly from the sheer absurdity of all this. here you were, thinking âhonorâ meant, like, taking down a playground empire or something.Â
but no, megumiâs just a kid with a sharp tongue and a little too much of tojiâs attitude.
âdamn right, kid,â toji says, patting megumiâs head, then looking over at you with that familiar, annoyingly smug grin. âraised him right, yeah?â
â...sure,â you say, because what else can you even say at this point? itâs like youâve stumbled into the weirdest sitcom ever, and the laugh track is somehow missing.
the principalâs expression morphs into something almost painfully polite as she addresses you, tiptoeing around the word wife with an impressive mix of caution and curiosity.Â
âare you, ah... megumiâs guardian?â
and then, in perfect, unplanned harmony, you, toji, and megumi all blurt out, âno.â
the unity, the instinctual synchronization â itâs like youâre all on the same wavelength, for better or worse. soul-level understanding, or something.Â
what the hell is happening right now?
with a polite smile and a âletâs never speak of this againâ nod, you three finally leave the principalâs office. megumi, looking more bored than reprimanded, flicks at a speck of lint on his uniform, while you and toji attempt to navigate the hallway swarming with concerned teachers and worried front-desk ladies. and by âconcernedâ and âworried,â itâs more like theyâre curious about tojiâs parenting style and, letâs be honest, probably toji himself.
âoh, mr. fushiguro!â one particularly invested teacher coos, âwe heard about the incident. is everything all right?â
toji, of course, laps up the attention, chuckling low and throwing in a wink here and there like heâs starring in some kind of action-movie dad role. the ladies are practically falling over themselves to get a response from him, their questions barely veiled as they assess you with raised brows and sideways glances, a classic âwhoâs she?â written all over their faces.
âand you are...?â one of the front-desk ladies finally asks, voice all sugar-coated and sharp.
toji slides in smoothly, cutting off whatever half-formed, awkward introduction you were about to stammer out. âoh, sheâs a colleague,â he says, his tone effortlessly suave, like introducing a perfectly respectable coworker and totally not the author of his last, extremely explicit audiobook project.
youâre almost grateful until it hits you â this is the same guy who made a whole production of calling you âprincessâ in the recording booth just yesterday.Â
as if he hasnât played one of your absurdly corny dragon kings in all his full-throttle intensity.Â
and now heâs here, all casual and cool, giving you a proper, respectable title like he hasnât spent hours voicing content these people probably keep hidden under their pillows at night.
but at least he didnât out you as the actual author of those⊠creative pieces.Â
thatâs something.
toji is out here, doing his social service to society. and no, itâs not about lending his voice to steamy audiobooks, thank you very much.Â
today, heâs serving the community by providing these teachers with a generous five minutes of his attention, which theyâll probably be replaying in their heads until the next parent-teacher meeting. and â oh, what a surprise! â thatâs exactly what theyâre talking about now, circling back to how he must come to the next one for a âserious discussionâ about megumi.
tojiâs stance? why bother? if the kidâs acing his tests, staying out of trouble (mostly), and keeping a lid on the whole âhonorâ thing, why does he need to sit through hours of polite lecturing from the pta?
while heâs busy justifying his lack of parental enthusiasm, you feel a pair of eyes on you. glancing down, you meet megumiâs steady, curious stare.Â
itâs oddly intense for a kid his age, but youâre not one to back down from a challenge. you narrow your eyes, feigning a critical, assessing look, and he visibly falters, going slightly pink around the ears.
ah, kids.
as you three make your way out of the building â toji still being all socialite with the staff and probably postponing that pta date indefinitely â you suddenly find yourself in a mini interview with megumi. itâs as if this eight-year-old has appointed himself the gatekeeper of his dadâs life and has decided youâre the latest applicant.
âso⊠whatâs your favorite color?â he asks, with an unblinking, serious stare.
âuhâŠâ you pause, realizing the weight of your answer here. âblue. like, uh, light blue.â
he nods, considering. âgood answer.â
a pause. âfavorite superhero?â
âbatman?â you try, glancing at him for a sign of approval.
âhmm. fine. but iron man wouldâve been better.â
noted, you think, as he then moves to cereal brand, favorite animal, and even your preferred subject in school. you navigate each question as best as you can, almost feeling the burn of a final exam.
then, in a moment of quiet, just as you think the quiz is over, megumi looks down and asks, voice barely a whisper, âdid i⊠do the right thing? defending my⊠my hone-er?â
âyour⊠oh, honor?â you say, a smile twitching at the corner of your mouth as you catch his wide-eyed, earnest gaze.
he nods, cheeks tinting a bit as he scuffs his sneaker on the ground.
âmegumi,â you say, kneeling a little to get on his level, âdefending your honor is important. just⊠maybe donât go for all the punches next time? sometimes words work too.â you give him a playful nudge.
he nods, seeming satisfied with that answer, then glances over his shoulder. âand donât tell daddy i asked.â
âyour secretâs safe with me,â you whisper back, giving him a conspiratorial wink.
tojiâs arms were crossed, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched the little interaction between you and megumi.Â
he was always careful about the people around his kid, fiercely protective to the point that very few in his line of work even knew megumi existed. the only ones who had ever met him were gojo and geto â and that was already a stretch.
but something about how you handled the kidâs questions, actually entertained them with the same patience heâd usually summon up himself, caught him off guard. the way you knelt down to answer him, even kept a straight face through the hard-hitting topics of favorite superheroes and cereal brands... it was surprisingly nice.Â
almost⊠reassuring?
ugh, what was he even thinking? you were still the same girl whoâd written, and he mentally cringed as he remembered the line,Â
âdragons may have claws, but theyâre nothing compared to the grip i have on yourâŠâÂ
yeah, yeah, he really didnât need to finish that thought. the memory alone had him chuckling under his breath, shaking his head.
of course, that earned him a suspicious glance from both you and megumi.
âwhatâs so funny?â you asked, brow raised.
âyeah, daddy, whyâre you laughing?â megumi chimed in, clearly puzzled.
toji waved a hand dismissively, realizing heâd just blown his cool for no reason.Â
ânothinâ, donât worry about it. just thinkinâ,â he mumbled, aware heâd probably looked a little unhinged just then.Â
maybe he really needed to work on his awareness â or maybe he just needed to get a grip, period.
tojiâs mind was doing somersaults, genuinely debating if he could manage both you and megumi tagging along for the afternoon. megumiâs insistence didnât help; kid was determined that toji should keep you both company for the rest of the day, despite having school hours left.Â
âyouâve got work, right?â you ask, half-joking, half-serious. âarenât you supposed to be off doing big, important actor things?â
toji only smirked, whipping out his phone with the sort of confidence that made it clear he had a workaround for everything. he tapped open a message to gojo, fingers moving fast.
you [11:31 am]: hey. kidâs dragging me to the arcade. need a few hours off. gojo s. [11:33 am]: need or WANT, toji? ;)) you [11:31 am]: like i said, KID is dragging me. gojo s. [11:33 am]: oh sure, blame megumi. what, does he have you wrapped around his little finger or something? you [11:31 am]: think whatever you want, but youâre handling my schedule for the rest of the day. gojo s. [11:33 am]: wait, are you with...the AUTHOR? ;)) you [11:31 am]: quit smiling through text, itâs creepy. gojo s. [11:33 am]: iâll allow it. but only cause iâm such a good friend. gojo s. [11:33 am]: tell megumi uncle gojo says hi gojo s. [11:34 am]: and he owes me 20 bucks. you [11:35 am]: he doesnât owe you anything. gojo s. [11:35 am]: fine, but bring me something from the prize counter.
satisfied, toji pocketed his phone and shrugged.Â
âall right, kid. weâll hang out for a bit. but i swear if you drag me into any embarrassing games ââ
âarcade!â megumi interrupted, not even giving him a chance to finish. âi can show you both that iâm the best at every game! daddy taught me how to play, so you better watch out!â
you couldnât help but chuckle at the kidâs enthusiasm.
âall right, letâs go. but you better not make me look bad, kid,â toji said, smirking down at his son, who was now practically vibrating with eagerness.
âarcade!â megumi yelled again, nearly bouncing as he grabbed your hand and began to lead the way.
megumi barely lets you settle into the leather of the passenger seat before heâs bouncing in the back, practically vibrating with energy as he plugs tojiâs phone into the aux. youâre trying to wrap your head around being in toji fushiguroâs car, the man who not only voices the romantic lead in your steamiest, most dramatic book but also owns a luxury car that could probably pay off your loans twice over.
"so, uh... passenger princess, huh?" toji smirks, catching you in mid-thought.
"i⊠what?" you stammer, feeling the heat creep up as he settles a hand on the wheel with all the nonchalance in the world. âi, uh ââ but youâre cut off by megumi excitedly blasting his choice of artist: korn.
"your son listens to korn?" you blurt out, giving toji a mix of awe and disbelief.
toji just raises an eyebrow, deadpanning, âyours doesnât?â
ouch. okay, fair point.Â
because no, you do not have a kid, or a husband, or even a boyfriendâŠor any romantic prospects, really.Â
tojiâs question leaves you fidgeting as you try to muster a dignified response.
meanwhile, megumi is full-on screaming to the lyrics of "freak on a leash," and you catch snippets like âsomething takes a part of me!â which, yeah, relatable â korn is honestly hitting the mood. but of course, toji catches you staring out the window, attempting to look casual as he throws you a side-eye.
"so, whatâs got you without a boyfriend?â he asks, way too casually, as if this was a natural segue from whatever korn-fueled karaoke session is happening in the backseat.
you practically choke on air. "what, me? no, iâm...," you laugh awkwardly, shifting in the passenger seat. âbesides, i donât meet many guys. i'm just⊠you know⊠doing my thing.â
megumi, pausing his headbanging just for a moment, turns and looks at you with an exaggerated âyikesâ face, as if being single was the worst possible fate in his young, eight-year-old eyes.Â
but then he shrugs, clearly uninterested in this adult drama and goes back to screaming, âfeeling like a freak on a leash!â
toji, still watching you, smirks, âso, doing your âthingâ includes no boyfriend, no husband... what, are you just swearing off men?â
"uh, no!â you say quickly, too quickly, and feel your face heat up. âjust havenât... yâknow, met anyone worth dating. been busy.â
toji gives a low chuckle, clearly entertained. âbusy doing what, writing your âtorrid love storiesâ?â
you make a face, biting your lip.Â
âtheyâre not that torrid.â but even as you say it, you hear the echo of a particularly cheesy line youâd written for his character in your novel, which, mortifyingly enough, involved the phrase âmy darling flame, you set my very soul alight.â
toji chuckles, as if reading your thoughts. âmaybe iâll get to hear one of those lines in real life someday, princess.â
âcan we not call me that while megumiâs in the car?â you mutter, glancing back, only to find megumi fully engrossed in his self-proclaimed vocal talents.
ânoted.â toji snickers, shooting you another mischievous look as korn plays on, megumi happily singing about âbreaking downâ in the back.
âbut hey,â toji says smoothly, hand resting on the gearshift, âjust so you know, even my son knows a good band when he hears one.â
you roll your eyes at him, managing to mumble, âat least one of you is a bit mature.â
the porsche pulls up to the arcade with enough fanfare that heads start turning even before the engine purrs to a stop. not that the onlookers were ready for what steps out next: a towering, chiseled man looking like heâs on his way to a modeling photoshoot, a cute kid in full confidence mode, and, well⊠you.
still feeling a little dizzy from the korn concert that just took place, you barely register megumi bolting out of the car with a grin, leaving you and toji to get your bearings. his energyâs practically crackling by the time toji pays for the play card, and youâre pretty sure if he has to wait even one more minute, heâs about to combust.
âokay, okay, slow down, megumi,â you say, trying to keep up as he yanks you to the nearest neon-lit game.Â
but the kid isnât hearing it. heâs already dragging you to one machine, and then the next, moving faster than you can process where you even are. each one is seemingly more intense and blinding than the last, and youâre hit with a sensory overload of neon lights, retro game sounds, and the feel of the arcade carpet sticking just a little too much to your shoes.
tojiâs watching the whole ordeal with a bemused smirk. you and his kid are like a whirlwind of neon and laughter, barely stopping to catch your breaths between games. the sight is somehow⊠comforting. like a scene from a life he hadnât planned but couldnât help finding strangely compelling.
but then he catches himself. seriously?Â
he shakes his head. this is not the time to get all sentimental over his kidâs new âplaydateâ or whatever.Â
heâs just here because megumi insisted, and maybe he thought itâd be amusing to watch you get dragged around by an eight-year-old with zero restraint. thatâs it.Â
nothing more.
yeah, right. his internal grumbling comes to an abrupt stop as he watches megumi take your hand and pull you over to a classic claw machine. the kidâs looking up at you with the widest eyes youâve ever seen, all excitement and pure innocence, like winning one of those knockoff plush toys is the pinnacle of existence.
âyou got this?â you ask, grinning at him as he lines up the claw with intense concentration.
âof course! my dad showed me,â he declares, like heâs about to go pro in the claw game league.
toji, watching from a distance, feels a twinge in his chest.Â
yeah, heâd shown megumi how to play this game ages ago, more to give him an edge over the other kids than anything else. it was a dad-and-son thing, just the two of them. but seeing megumi look up at you with the same pride and excitement makes him feel⊠something.Â
and he doesnât know if he likes it.
youâre so focused on megumiâs moves that you donât notice tojiâs slight frown, nor do you hear his quiet mutter of, âthis is ridiculous.âÂ
but when he sees the way your eyes light up as megumi successfully nabs a cheap stuffed animal â a lopsided dinosaur, of all things â and the way you celebrate like heâs won an olympic medal, he feels himself relax, just a little.
he chuckles, shaking his head and crossing his arms as you high-five megumi, both of you beaming over a prize that probably cost less than the game itself. but toji doesnât move.Â
he stands there, rooted, as you two bounce from game to game, his thoughts too jumbled to focus on anything else.
but maybe⊠maybe thatâs okay for now.
tojiâs phone buzzes just as heâs leaning against the side of a vintage racing game, watching you and megumi practically lighting up the whole arcade with your laughter. he glances down to see satoruâs name pop up on the screen, already feeling a headache brewing.
gojo s. [12:20 pm]: so, arcade? đ you [12:20 pm]: yeah, i just told you. gojo s. [12:20 pm]: nah, i mean WHY the arcade? what are we celebrating here, toji? ;)) you [12:21 pm]: why does it matter gojo s. [12:21 pm]: CUZZZZ gojo s. [12:21 pm]: lemme guess, megumi's there with her now, right? gojo s. [12:22 pm]: bet theyâre having the time of their lives, while YOU gojo s. [12:22 pm]: youâre just there all moody on the sidelinesđ
toji glances up at you and megumi, whoâve now moved on to a skee-ball machine, both cheering as you score a perfect 50-point throw.
you [12:23 pm]: like i said, work stuff. gojo s. [12:24 pm]: HAHA. work stuff, right. gojo s. [12:24 pm]: work stuff that has megumi running around grinning like that. gojo s. [12:25 pm]: bro gojo s. [12:25 pm]: youâre terrible at lying. gojo s. [12:26 pm]: sheâs a keeper if she can deal with YOU you [12:26 pm]: keep dreaming.
he slips his phone back into his pocket, unable to shake off the grin creeping onto his face as he watches you high-five megumi. the kidâs happier than heâs seen in ages, and heâŠ
well, he canât remember the last time he felt this relaxed watching anyone just being with his kid.
toji stands back, taking in the moment â megumiâs laughter echoing through the arcade, your smile as you lift him up with an ease that has the kid giggling uncontrollably â and for some reason, his mind has turned the whole scene into a rom-com montage.
you are the dancing queenâŠ
itâs absurd, really.Â
he doesnât even like abba. but there it is, the stupid song playing in his head, all set to the image of you holding his son, twirling him like he weighs nothing, both of you in fits of laughter.
young and sweet, only seventeenâŠ
and for a split second, his heart does this awkward little stutter.Â
he chalks it up to the neon lights.Â
or maybe the greasy smell of the arcade food messing with his senses. but as he watches you hold megumi up, almost as if heâs flying, he canât ignore that ridiculous, cheesy pull in his chest.
feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah...
oh god.Â
is he seriously catching himself grinning at the way youâre both trying to get him to join in? megumiâs little hand reaches out, beckoning him over, and youâre giving him that smile, that âcome on, get over here, big guyâ look.
you can dance, you can jiveâŠ
the song hits that soaring note in his head just as he finally gives in and starts to walk over, and his pulse actually picks up, as if heâs not just at some run-down arcade but in the middle of some ridiculously sappy rom-com finale.
having the time of your lifeâŠ
and then megumi is shrieking again, calling, âdad, hurry up!â like itâs life or death, and youâre beaming at him with that mischievous, encouraging look.
toji sighs, shaking his head at himself.Â
just great.Â
the two of you have officially dragged him into your world, soundtrack and all.
toji's trying his best to lock in.Â
but as he walks out of the arcade â juggling not one, but four oversized plushies, two fancy new lego sets, a slinky, a bouncy ball, some glow-in-the-dark slime, and a rainbow slap bracelet â he canât help but snort at the sheer ridiculousness of it.Â
between his loaded arms and megumi curled up fast asleep in yours, itâs a scene straight out of one of those cheesy family movies.
he shakes his head, trying to push down that weirdly warm feeling creeping up on him.Â
stay focused, toji.Â
he doesn't need any sappy feelings right now. he's a single dad with a kid and a job, not some washed-up rom-com character, damn it.Â
but watching you gently adjust megumi as he drools onto your shoulder, snuggling deeper into the crook of your arm as you carefully slide into the backseat, itâs hard not to feel that tug again.
ugh, he thinks, climbing into the driverâs seat as you buckle up up front, giving him a soft, tired smile.Â
ânever held a kid before, huh?â he teases, eyes glancing from the road to the rearview mirror, where megumiâs still dozing, soft breaths muffling against your arm.
ânope,â you shrug, but thereâs a softness to your voice as you gently rub megumiâs back, âfirst time for everything, i guess.â
tojiâs heart does that weird skip thing again.Â
oh god, he thinks, gripping the wheel a little tighter as he tries to ignore the sappy old man vibe overtaking him.
the air in the car feels... charged, but itâs not like either of you are exactly leaning into the tension. instead, you both sit in this weird, awkward silence, save for the quiet hum of the radio, like youâre suddenly too aware of just being there with each other.
and then, as if the universe wanted to toy with you, iris by the goo goo dolls starts playing.Â
oh, god. you immediately wish you could just evaporate into the passenger seat.
â...and iâd give up forever to touch youâŠâ the lyrics croon, filling the silence, and you can practically feel the heat crawling up your cheeks.
toji clears his throat, obviously catching it too. âradioâs on a roll, huh?â
âyep,â you say, managing a weak laugh. âi mean, this is classic⊠everyone listens to goo goo dolls in, uh, total silence in the car with their coworker, right?â
he glances at you, a rare, subtle smile ghosting on his lips. âtotally normal.â
âand i donât want the world to see me⊠âcause i donât think that theyâd understandâŠâ
you glance out the window, eyes focused anywhere but on him, biting back a laugh at how the song somehow keeps getting more dramatic. like, whoâs writing this scene, seriously?
âjust tell me where to turn,â toji says, breaking through your internal monologue, and you do, mentioning a landmark close to home, hoping heâll take the hint.
but toji only raises an eyebrow. ânear it? nah. iâm dropping you at the door.â
âoh, no, thatâs really fine ââ you start, but heâs already shaking his head.
âdonât worry about it,â he insists, a smirk in his voice. âbesides, i remember where you live. from, you know⊠last time.â
wait. last time? as in⊠when you were embarrassingly, unapologetically wasted that night?
you want to crawl under the seat as the lyrics continue, âwhen everythingâs made to be brokenâŠâ
so when toji pulls up in front of your apartment, thereâs this odd feeling hanging in the air. you catch yourself wanting to... linger, just a little longer, even if youâre home.Â
and lowkey?Â
so does toji.Â
itâs like the two of you have hit this weird teenage crush level of awkward â just leaning, leaning, like thereâs some invisible string pulling you closer.
heâs looking at you, and youâre looking at him, and youâre both just⊠stuck there. you canât even bring yourself to reach for the door handle, and itâs the same for him.
but right as the moment peaks, a tiny, innocent voice cuts through from the backseat. âare you two going to kiss?â
megumiâs question hangs there, blunt and childlike, breaking whatever spell had you both frozen. you both jolt back, blinking as if you just woke up.
âwhat? no!â you blurt, practically tripping over your own denial.Â
your face feels like itâs about to catch fire.
toji coughs, rubbing the back of his neck, just barely suppressing a chuckle.
âkidâs got a helluva imagination,â he mutters, eyes anywhere but on you.
as you finally reach for the door handle, ready to slip out and say your goodbyes, you hear a little sniffle from the backseat.
âwaitâŠâ megumiâs voice is tiny, almost shaky. you turn around, and to your surprise, his face is scrunched up, his eyes glistening with tears that heâs trying so hard to hold back.
âhey, hey, whatâs wrong?â you ask, twisting around in your seat to face him. âiâll see you again, kiddo.â
but his lower lip wobbles, and suddenly he bursts into full-on tears, clutching the giant plushie he won at the arcade. âb-but i donât want you to leave!â he sobs, voice cracking. âcanât you stay just a little longer?â
tojiâs eyes widen; he looks genuinely shocked.Â
âmegumi, youâre fine, sheâs not going anywhere forever. whatâs gotten into you?â he tries to keep his tone steady, but thereâs an undercurrent of surprise.Â
megumi doesnât cry.Â
ever.Â
this is new territory.
megumi just shakes his head, burying his face into the plushie. âbut sheâs nice,â he mumbles, muffled but insistent. âand she plays games with me and ââ he peeks out from the plushie with red, teary eyes. âand she talks to me like you do.â
you feel something stir in your chest at his words, this overwhelming urge to hug him even though youâd sworn up and down just an hour ago you didnât know how to handle kids.
âaw, megumi,â you say softly, reaching over and giving his little hand a squeeze. âiâll still see you, i promise. maybe we can even play again sometime, okay?â
âbut youâre leaving now,â he says, his voice quivering, clutching your hand with a desperation that tugs at your heart.Â
âand daddy didnât even kiss you.â
the absolute silence that follows is deafening.Â
you feel your face go redder than itâs ever been, and a glance at toji shows heâs equally flustered, mouth opening and closing as if heâs trying to find some way to steer this conversation back to normal.
âwhoa, hey now,â toji says, forcing a laugh as he clears his throat. âthatâs, uh â thatâs not how it works, kid.â he ruffles megumiâs hair a little too hard, clearly floundering. âand hey, donât go crying over someone just leaving for the night, youâre stronger than that.â
âi donât care,â megumi sniffles, clutching your hand tighter. âi like her. and she makes you smile.â
toji freezes, the color draining from his face for just a split second.Â
makes him smile.Â
he doesnât even realize heâs been smiling, maybe more in one day than he has in months. he glances at you, brow furrowed like heâs trying to make sense of it himself.
âwellâŠâ tojiâs voice is softer now, almost cautious, like heâs testing out words he hasnât said in a long time. â
maybe⊠maybe she could come around again. if she wants to, that is.â
âi do.â you answer without thinking, your gaze drifting to megumiâs tear-streaked face, which immediately lights up.
âreally?â megumiâs eyes shine, practically bouncing in his seat. âyou promise?â
âi promise,â you say with a smile, giving him a reassuring nod. âas long as itâs okay with you and your dad, of course.â
ââs fine,â toji grumbles, running a hand over his face to hide his slight grin. âbesides, someoneâs gotta teach you a lesson or two at the arcade next time.â
âis that a challenge, toji?â you quip, smirking. âbecause if i remember right, megumi here got more tickets than both of us combined.â
âthatâs because i taught him everything he knows,â toji scoffs, rolling his eyes as if he canât believe heâs even entertaining this.
megumi sniffles one last time, his eyes practically glowing with happiness. âthen⊠youâll come over soon, right?â
âabsolutely,â you say, warmth bubbling up in your chest as you meet his hopeful gaze. âbut only if you promise to keep practicing at the arcade. gotta keep that winning streak going, right?â
megumi grins, finally letting go of your hand as he settles back with a contented sigh. âdeal.â
toji just shakes his head, muttering something about the âdramaâ gene clearly skipping a generation, though the smile tugging at his lips says otherwise.
as you unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to say goodbye, you feel the car click with the unmistakable sound of the child lock. you glance back at megumi, whoâs nodding off against his plushie pile, and back at toji, whoâs already climbing out to walk you up to your door.Â
gentlemanly of him, sure.Â
though, the way his eyes linger on you⊠thereâs more to it than that.
âi couldâve walked myself, you know,â you say, falling into step beside him as you head up to your building. âitâs not that far.â
âmaybe i just felt like making sure you didnât trip and embarrass yourself,â he shoots back, smirking as he nudges your shoulder.
âvery chivalrous, fushiguro,â you reply, rolling your eyes but grinning anyway. âhonestly, youâre like a walking textbook definition of âgentleman.ââ
âyeah, well,â he clears his throat, looking just a bit smug. âmaybe i was raised right. or maybe,â his voice drops a little lower, âi just wanted an excuse to stick around a little longer.â
you blink, caught off guard by the soft rasp in his voice, the way his eyes are just a bit darker under the porch light.
âoh,â is all you manage, though your heartbeatâs doing a little somersault. âwell⊠uh. hereâs my door.â
âguess it is,â he murmurs, eyes glinting as he takes a step closer, leaning against the doorframe like heâs meant to be there, like heâs settled in the idea of being right here, with you.Â
âyâknow⊠not a bad place to end the night.â
âyeah,â you say, feeling the words catch in your throat as you gaze up at him, taking in every detail, every shadow. âdefinitely not bad.â
the two of you are just standing there, a little too close, the space between you narrowing with every unspoken word. he glances down at your lips, and your pulse spikes â heâs thinking it too, right? but just as the moment seems to reach its tipping point, toji smirks, a flash of mischief in his eyes.
âyou know,â he says, raising an eyebrow. âstill canât believe youâre the same girl who wrote that⊠what was it again?â he chuckles, clearly remembering. âoh, right â âher legs wrapped around him like a vice, his name spilling from her lips like honeyâ.â
your face goes nuclear.Â
that line.Â
of all the lines, that one?
âyou⊠you remember that?â you manage, mortified.
ââcourse i remember,â he says, that smug smirk firmly in place. âyou think i just skimmed through your stuff?â
âwell â i â â your words are a mess, barely coherent. âi mean, i just thought ââ
ânah, iâve been reading it all.â his voice is low, almost a whisper as he leans just a little closer, his fingers lightly brushing your arm. âyouâve got quite the imagination.â
âs-shut up,â you stammer, unable to meet his gaze. âi was just⊠doing my job.â
âi know,â he says, voice soft but unyielding. âyouâve got talent.â
thereâs a beat, silence stretching between you, the weight of his words settling over the both of you.
â...and youâve got this whole heartthrob thing going for you,â you blurt out, finally meeting his eyes with a nervous laugh. âkind of makes it hard to believe youâre my colleague.â
âheartthrob, huh?â he smirks, voice dipping lower as his fingers drift to your chin, tilting your face up.Â
âso thatâs what you think of me?â
âi â i meanâŠâ you stammer, your heart racing as you look into his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn. âmaybe a little. just⊠a tiny bit.â
âtiny?â he murmurs, his lips barely an inch away. âcouldâve sworn you looked a little more than just âtinyâ interested.â
âoh yeah?â your voice is a whisper now, almost breathless as you feel his breath on your skin, his gaze never wavering. âwhat if i was?â
âthen iâd probably do this,â he mutters, his hand sliding up to cradle your face, and before you know it, his lips are on yours, soft and warm and impossibly gentle.
your breath catches, and instinctively, you lean into him, letting his kiss deepen, his hand tracing slow, lazy patterns against your cheek. itâs everything youâd imagined and somehow even better, his presence grounding and electric all at once.
when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes soft but searching. âso⊠do i still get to be a heartthrob?â
âonly if i still get to be the girl with the cringe smut,â you murmur back, grinning like an idiot.
âdeal,â he says, chuckling as he pulls you in for another kiss, his lips brushing yours like a promise.
ah, shit.
as toji slips back into the car, he barely manages to close the door before megumiâs voice hits him like a lightning bolt.
âdaddy kissed the pretty lady!â megumi shrieks, pointing an accusatory finger from the backseat. âi saw it! you have that weird face on!â
tojiâs eyebrows shoot up. âweird face? what weird face?â he tries to play it cool, adjusting the rearview mirror, but the ghost of that kiss is still painted on his lips, his pulse betraying him with every beat.
âthat smile,â megumi says, wrinkling his nose in a perfect mirror of his dadâs usual expression of disdain. âyou look like a⊠like aâŠâ he pauses, searching for the right words. â...like a love puppy!â
toji chokes, stifling a laugh. âa love puppy? where the hell did you get that from?â
âitâs a thing, daddy,â megumi huffs, crossing his arms. âyou have that goofy look, and your face is all soft. you only look like that when youâre being weird.â
âme? weird?â toji glances in the mirror, catching megumiâs glare. âkid, i think youâve got this all wrong.â
âno, i donât!â megumi insists, practically bouncing in his seat. âyou were all âgoo-goo eyesâ and âsmoochy-smoochyâ and âmwah mwah mwah!ââ he makes exaggerated kissing sounds, complete with squished-up lips and hand gestures, utterly scandalized by his dadâs sudden transformation.
âalright, alright, enough with the âmwah mwah.ââ toji tries to suppress a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. âyouâve been watching too many cartoons.â
megumi shakes his head, his expression serious. ânope. i knew it. i knew you liked her.â he narrows his eyes, as if seeing through tojiâs very soul. âso⊠are you gonna marry her?â
tojiâs eyes go wide.Â
âwhoa, whoa, hold on. nobody said anything about marriage.â
âbut if you kiss someone, that means you wanna be with them forever, right?â megumi asks earnestly, looking way too wise for his age.
toji stares ahead, caught off-guard by the kidâs earnestness.Â
that kiss⊠he didnât plan it. he didnât even know he was going to do it until heâd leaned in, felt the spark pull him closer. but now?Â
yeah, the idea of just walking away feels⊠wrong. he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his mind racing.
âkid, sometimes people just⊠feel things, okay?â he says, his voice softer, more introspective. âeven if they donât really know why.â
megumi tilts his head, watching his dad closely. âso you do like her, then?â
toji snorts, pulling the car out onto the road. âalright, detective, settle down back there. no more snooping.â
they drive in a comfortable silence for a moment, but the radio has other plans.Â
as if on cue, the familiar, aching chords of iris by the goo goo dolls come through the speakers, and toji swears he could feel the universe laughing at him.
âand i donât want the world to see me, âcause i donât think that theyâd understandâŠâ
toji clenches his jaw, feeling the lyrics press into him, each line stirring something restless and warm in his chest. heâs always been a guy with his walls up, always knew the stakes were too high to let anyone in.Â
but tonight⊠tonight, he let his guard down. just for a second.Â
he kissed you, tasted the softness of your lips, and the spark left him reeling.
âwhen everythingâs meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i amâŠâ
âdaddy?â megumiâs voice breaks through his thoughts. âdo you think⊠maybe you could see her again? so she could come play with us?â
toji blinks, glancing at megumi in the rearview mirror. âyou really like her, huh?â
megumi nods vigorously. âyeah! sheâs⊠nice. and fun.â his face softens. âand⊠she made you look happy.â
tojiâs heart gives a strange, unfamiliar twist at that.Â
happy, huh?Â
heâs been around the block long enough to know that happiness isnât exactly his best friend. but sitting here, listening to megumi, feeling that residual warmth from your kiss⊠it makes him wonder.Â
wonder what life could look like with you in it.
but he pushes the thought away, focusing on the road. doesnât change the fact that youâre just his colleague. right?
âand iâd give up forever to touch youâŠâ
ugh.
he shifts uncomfortably, hoping megumi doesnât notice his knuckles going white on the steering wheel.Â
that kiss wasnât just some fleeting thing â heâd known it the second he felt the warmth of you linger even after pulling away. the idea of letting you go now feels⊠impossible. somethingâs tugging him back, making him want more.
âhey, daddy,â megumi pipes up again, breaking tojiâs brooding. âyou got that look again.â
âwhat look?â toji mutters, trying to focus on anything but the goofy grin creeping back onto his face.
megumi smirks, mimicking tojiâs soft expression. âthat âi kissed a pretty ladyâ look!â
toji laughs, shaking his head as he glances at megumi in the rearview mirror. âalright, alright. i guess you caught me.â
and as he drives home, the final notes of iris playing softly through the car, he canât shake the feeling that this⊠whatever this is⊠isnât something heâs ready to let go of.
ah, shit.
as soon as toji sets megumi down on his bed, tucking him in amongst the mountain of ridiculous plushies heâd somehow won at the arcade, he heads back to his room. sliding his phone out, he finds himself doing something he never thought heâd do: texting gojo. of all people.
with a reluctant sigh, he taps out a message, feeling a pang of embarrassment he canât shake.
you [8:47 pm]: how longâs her contract with gojo sonic?
a moment later, he watches the screen, regretting even reaching out. but, of course, gojo wastes no time with a reply.
gojo s. [8:50 pm]: ohohohohooooo her contract??? gojo s. [8:50 pm]: i knew it. youâre smitten. you [8:51 pm]: donât start. gojo s. [8:51 pm]: too late! câmon, dish it out, big guy. gojo s. [8:51 pm]: you guys had a moment, huh? the chemistry finally snapped? whatâd ya do, kiss her?
toji clenches his jaw, hesitating before typing back. his thumb hovers, wondering how much grief heâd get for saying yes. finally, he mutters a curse under his breath and just goes for it.
you [8:53 pm]: ...yeah, i kissed her. happy?
he can practically feel gojoâs cackle vibrating through the phone.
gojo s. [8:53 pm]: WHAT??? gojo s. [8:53 pm]: WAIT. gojo s. [8:53 pm]: oh, i need details. gojo s. [8:53 pm]: full play-by-play. gojo s. [8:53 pm]: like was it one of those slow, cinematic moments? gojo s. [8:54 pm]: or was it a grab and smooch kinda deal??
toji rolls his eyes, fighting off a grin he refuses to admit is there. of all the reactions, heâd been prepared for gojoâs nosiness, but itâs still as annoying as ever.
you [8:55 pm]: shut it. i already said too much. gojo s. [8:55 pm]: pfffff as if iâm letting you get away with that tidbit and no context. gojo s. [8:55 pm]: did she look at you all wide-eyed? gojo s. [8:55 pm]: did you do that thing with your voice?? gojo s. [8:56 pm]: or was it just an accidental, âoh no, we tripped into each otherâs facesâ sorta thing?
toji rubs his temples, trying to block out how much his stupid heart rate picks up just remembering the way you looked up at him, the softness of your lips, the way it all felt so natural. he shakes his head, forcing the memory aside.
you [8:57 pm]: none of your business, and itâs private. you [8:57 pm]: donât you dare send any of this to suguru. gojo s. [8:57 pm]: oh relax! suguruâs not that nosy. gojo s. [8:57 pm]: okay maybe he is. gojo s. [8:58 pm]: but heâs a romantic. gojo s. [8:58 pm]: think of it as getting free relationship coaching!! you [9:00 pm]: i swear to god satoru iâll leave the company if you spill this.
thereâs a pause, and for a second toji hopes that maybe heâs scared gojo off.Â
but, predictably, the next message makes his blood pressure spike.
gojo s. [9:05 pm]: ohhhhh no no youâre not getting off that easy. gojo s. [9:05 pm]: iâm calling dibs on being the flower girl at your wedding. suguru can be the maid of honor. gojo s. [9:06 pm]: no nvm heâd wanna be the best man gojo s. [9:06 pm]: IâLL GET MEGUMI TO CARRY THE RINGS gojo s. [9:06 pm]: genius.
toji practically growls at his phone, already regretting every second of this conversation.
you [9:07 pm]: iâll delete this whole damn thread. this never happened, got it? gojo s. [9:09 pm]: aww, toji bear, donât be like that. iâll take care of your little love story for you, promise. consider me your personal wingman. gojo s. [9:10 pm]: now tell me this â whenâs round two of smooch central happening? you [9:11 pm]: goodnight, satoru.
and with that, he shoves his phone onto his nightstand, rubbing his face with a hand. he can still feel the lingering warmth of that kiss, the way his heart skipped, the unexpected tenderness thatâs lodged itself in his mind.Â
stupid.
he shouldnât have even told gojo.
but as much as he regrets letting it slip, he doesnât regret the kiss itself.Â
not even a bit.
as soon as you slam your door shut, you just⊠stand there for a minute, heart racing, and press your fingers to your lips like itâll somehow reverse what just happened.Â
you kissed toji fushiguro.Â
the toji fushiguro.
colleague extraordinaire, with biceps that could probably benchpress your entire lifeâs savings, and that smirk⊠oh god, that smirk that had you in a daze.
but the problem?Â
there was a mini him there.Â
a little him with matching black hair and a sharp gaze.Â
you thought he was, like, the cool uncle? but⊠heâs a dad?Â
and if heâs a dad⊠does that mean heâs married? are you the other woman?!
you pace around, practically stomping into the carpet.Â
âokay, okay, letâs think this through,â you mutter, putting your hands on your hips.Â
âhe⊠he could be a single dad, right? itâs 2024, itâs not that weird for people to have kids without, like, commitment commitments. but then again, he does look like the type whoâd⊠i donât know, maybe be exclusive? probably?â
your brain is racing, and youâre spinning yourself into circles.Â
âi mean, i havenât seen a ring on his finger⊠but maybe he just doesnât wear it?â you plop down on your couch, practically sinking into it as you cover your face with both hands.
ugh.
âdid i just kiss a married man? or worse⊠what if heâs, like, engaged? or has a live-in girlfriend? or â oh my god, what if heâs in some high-profile relationship and i just stepped into the middle of it? ââ
you groan, flopping back. âbut he⊠he definitely leaned in first. iâm not hallucinating. he did! but then, if heâs that willing to kiss me, does that mean heâs⊠a cheater?â
you sit up and shake your head, wide-eyed. âokay, no, i refuse to believe that toji fushiguro, mr. brooding and brooding-er with a kid who listens to korn, is a cheater. thereâs no way⊠right?â
your own voice is almost pleading as you try to convince yourself, pacing again.Â
âi mean, maybe heâs just⊠really, really committed to⊠being mysterious. yeah, that makes sense. heâs keeping everything a secret, so that just leaves me spiraling about him⊠perfect. just perfect.â
you smack a hand against your forehead. âwhy couldnât i have asked literally any of this earlier?â you shake your head. âright, because i was too busy kissing him.â
you throw yourself back onto the couch and stare at the ceiling, the whole thing replaying in your head.Â
that look he gave you, the warmth of his hand on your backâŠ
stop.
but itâs too late. your brain keeps running with it.
âwhat if⊠what if he has no idea iâm freaking out?â you frown. âoh, he probably doesnât. and here i am, making a whole drama out of one kiss.â you let out a deep sigh.
you flop onto your bed, heart still pounding, and stare up at the ceiling, fingers absently grazing your lips.Â
burning loins, they said. melting from one kiss, they said.Â
well, no one exactly said that â except every steamy novel youâve ever read or written, but thatâs beside the point.
you groan, kicking your feet up in frustration. this isnât one of your own novels! itâs supposed to be real life! but now here you are, in the aftermath of what was arguably the best kiss youâve ever had, practically combusting at the memory of it.
âif one kiss with toji â no, any man â can get me this hot and bothered, how am i supposed to handle it if i ever⊠you knowâŠâ your voice trails off, and you turn over, burying your face into the pillow as if itâll smother the absurd train of thought.Â
but then, just as you start to get your mind off it, his face pops back up in your head.
âoh god,â you mumble, pulling the pillow over your face. âthis is pathetic.â you roll over again, laughing helplessly to yourself.Â
if this is what one or two kisses do to me⊠whatâll happen if we actually have sex?
your eyes snap open. âokay, no. no! i didnât mean toji, i meant, like⊠any guy! any guy at all! but, oh god, why is it always him?!â
you stare at the ceiling, huffing as your brain keeps looping back to him.Â
his stupidly attractive smirk, the way his hand was firm but gentle on your back, how he looked at you as if you were his next breath.Â
girl, get a grip.
âthis is ridiculous,â you mutter, swatting at your face like itâll erase his image from your mind. but it doesnât work; heâs right there, all hot and smug in your imagination. ugh, this isnât fair!
itâs like all those countless hours you spent spinning erotic fantasies are coming back to haunt you â and in the most inconvenient, infuriating way possible. you scrunch up your face, realizing with mild horror that maybe⊠just maybe⊠you wrote this scenario into existence for yourself.
âoh no⊠is this karma?â you groan, curling up and swatting the air in helpless embarrassment. âgirl, this is not supposed to happen in real life. or with toji.â
but there it is: his face, and your wildly racing heart, and the undeniable, excruciating heat pooling in your belly that refuses to quit.
but even with the spiraling, thereâs one thing you canât deny: as much as itâs driving you crazy, as much as youâre practically scaring yourself into thinking youâve just made the worst mistake of your lifeâŠ
you kinda donât regret it. and thatâs the scariest part.
ah, shit.
you step into gojo-sonic, clutching your bag with a little more intensity than usual, and itâs as if youâve entered an alternate dimension.Â
the energy is somehow⊠different. you expect to be greeted with the usual casual nods and waves, but instead, gojo is practically skipping toward you, arms spread wide like heâs welcoming the new queen of the recording studio.
âthere she is! our star of the show, our resident heart-throb wrangler!â he coos, louder than necessary. his grin is blinding, and youâre caught between the urge to backpedal out of the building or dive under the nearest desk.
âuh⊠good morning?â you reply, more like a question than a statement, glancing around to see if anyone else is picking up on his hyperness. itâs like heâs had twelve cups of coffee or ten bags of skittles. âgojo, youâre⊠kind of extra today.â
âextra? extra?â he throws a hand over his heart, eyes gleaming. âhoney, iâm never just âextra.â i am exactly the right amount of gojo for the occasion.â
âand what occasion is that, exactly?â
âoh, nothing much, just a certain someone having an⊠enlightening encounter last night,â he says with a wink so exaggerated it looks like heâs trying to shoo a bug off his face.
you stiffen. âwait, how do youâŠ?â
âoh, come on,â he waves it off, laughing. âyou think you can keep something like that from me? i mean, i might be blessed with an enormous amount of talent, looks, and charisma, but i also happen to have eyes and ears everywhere.â he taps his temple, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.
âseriously?â you glance around, your stomach sinking a little, looking for any sign of smirking coworkers or curious eyes, but everyoneâs just⊠normal? going about their business, not sparing you a second glance. relief washes over you, only to be swept away by gojoâs piercing stare.
âoh, donât worry. i havenât shared your scandalous rendezvous with the world. only i am privy to this delightful information â for now,â he adds, wagging a finger. âand donât look so shocked! nothing juicy stays hidden from me for long. i know all the company secrets.â
you feel heat rise to your cheeks, equal parts exasperated and embarrassed. âgojo, it wasnât even that big of a deal. itâs not likeâŠâ you trail off, realizing heâs hanging on to your every word, eyes sparkling with mischief.
âuh-huh,â he drawls, drawing the word out. ânot a big deal, you say? then why do you look like youâre about to start sweating bullets?â
âiâm not sweating bullets,â you say through clenched teeth, then give in and sigh. âlook, we just⊠it was just a⊠i mean, weâre colleagues, and things got a little⊠friendly. it doesnât have to mean anything!â
gojo gasps, mock-horrified. âoh, but darling, this is precisely why itâs so interesting! you, of all people, getting caught up with toji fushiguro? and here i thought youâd sworn off office romances.â
âitâs not an office romance,â you insist, voice practically a whisper. âwe just⊠kissed. once. or twice. maybe. but it doesnât mean anything!â
gojo leans in, conspiratorially. âand yet you look ready to combust from the inside out just talking about it.â
you huff, throwing him a half-hearted glare. âmaybe itâs because someone is making this into a bigger deal than it actually is.â
âyou wound me!â he presses a hand dramatically to his chest, giving you an exaggerated pout. âbut donât worry, your little secret is safe with me. i only told you so youâd know that i know. and, you know, to make things extra awkward in case mr. heart-throb walks in.â
âoh, so youâre really just out to make my life difficult?â
he grins, all teeth. âprecisely.â
just then, as if summoned by some cruel twist of fate, toji strolls in. heâs the absolute picture of normalcy, no hint whatsoever of last nightâs⊠moment.Â
in fact, he gives you a polite nod, a polite nod, as if he hadnât had you pressed against your own door just hours ago.
âmorning,â he says casually, voice smooth, tone nonchalant. he doesnât even so much as smirk.
you nearly choke. polite nod? normal greeting? did he forget the entire thing?Â
âoh, morning,â you manage, clearing your throat, feeling like youâre about to combust again.
gojo, however, is having the time of his life. heâs practically vibrating next to you, watching the exchange with glee.
âmorninggg, fushiguro,â he greets toji, voice syrupy with unrestrained glee. âany exciting news today?â
toji raises an eyebrow, shooting him a confused look. âuh, no? everythingâs pretty normal.â his eyes flick over to you, calm, almost neutral, as if he hadnât kissed you senseless just last night.
you clench your jaw. is he really going to act like this? you nearly feel like gaslighting yourself into thinking last night never happened. maybe you just dreamed it, right?
tojiâs gaze flicks away from you, unperturbed, as he moves over to get his things ready for the dayâs recording. and thatâs when gojo leans over and mutters under his breath, âyou sure you donât want to just⊠remind him?â
âi hate you,â you mutter back, trying not to smile, knowing that heâs secretly rooting for you to fall flat on your face with this whole ordeal.
âi live for your misery, my friend,â he replies with a wink.
meanwhile, toji was absolutely in another dimension of romcom chaos himself, feeling like some kind of high school kid who just had his first crush. he woke up grinning, actually giggling as he got dressed.Â
giggling. when was the last time he did that?Â
he nearly skipped out the door, and on his drive to work, he found himself humming, humming, to his car stereo like some lovestruck fool. and he didnât stop there. oh no.Â
by the time he reached gojo-sonic, heâd already run through a few extra vocal warm-ups in the car â something he never did this early. he cleared his throat and ran through his usual lines twice, even testing his pitch a bit. no, not because he wanted to be extra smooth today, of course not. he was doing it for the⊠for the paycheck.Â
definitely.
but as soon as he walked into the studio, and he saw you standing there beside gojo, looking all kinds of pretty and polished⊠he practically heard violins. except no, it wasnât violins.Â
it was, somehow, worse.
his mind cued up dancing queen.
âno. nope. nope.â he muttered under his breath, trying to swat the ridiculous soundtrack out of his mind. but it wouldnât stop.Â
âdancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh, yeahâŠ.â
why, in the name of all things sacred, was his brain doing this to him? he was toji fushiguro, not some idiot falling over his own feet for a girl at work. he gave himself a good shake, squared his shoulders, and tried to keep his composure. yet every time he caught your eye, his chest did a little flip â and dammit if he didnât want to just pick you up and give you another kiss right then and there.
âmorning,â he forced out, nodding as casually as he could.
and there you were, gaping back with that hint of nervousness, looking like you might combust from just a regular âgood morning.âÂ
god, it was almost cute enough to make him actually laugh out loud.
âsheâs just a colleague,â he reminded himself, over and over again, as he worked to keep the grin off his face. âa colleague. not some romcom lead you just made out with in front of her apartment.â
yet the way dancing queen kept droning in his head, as if mocking his every move? toji was seriously questioning whether heâd woken up in some kind of alternate reality.
and he just knew gojo was watching the whole thing with a smug look, likely dying to crack a joke, or worse, belt out dancing queen if he somehow figured out what was in tojiâs head.Â
and knowing gojo? he probably already had.
the studio door clicked shut as gojo swept out with an exaggerated bow, holding up his finger in a silent âone minuteâ before he launched into his call with suguru in a voice loud enough to be heard two floors down. gojo was probably already going on about the âincredible chemistryâ between his favorite team members, or whatever nonsense heâd decided on for today.Â
and with him out of the room, it was just you and toji.Â
alone.Â
in silence.
you shifted on your feet, eyes darting everywhere except directly at him, yet somehow landing right back on him. it was like your brain had a toji magnet switched on, and no matter how hard you tried to look elsewhere, you found yourself glancing back at him.
finally, the quiet got so charged that you both ended up blurting out at the exact same time â
âare you single?â
you both froze, then looked at each other, wide-eyed, like you couldnât believe youâd just asked that out loud.
âuh,â toji coughed, scratching the back of his neck. âwell. yeah, i am. single, that is.
âoh.â you tried to act cool, but it came out as a slightly breathless squeak. âgood to know.â
âand you?â he asked, voice low, almost cautious, as if bracing himself for an answer he wasnât sure he wanted to hear.
âalso single,â you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. âwhich⊠is also good to know.â
there was a beat of quiet where you both just kind of looked at each other, a half-smile creeping onto his face as you kept shifting on your feet, practically melting under the intensity of his gaze.
âsoâŠâ you cleared your throat, your hands fidgeting a little as you gathered the nerve to ask the next thing. âdidnât know you had a kid.â
âoh, yeah.â toji chuckled, a hint of fondness lighting up his expression as he thought of his son. âheâs my kid, alright. handful and a half, that one.â
âheâs adorable.â you smiled, thinking back to the mini toji who had totally stolen your heart. âhow old is he?â
âeight.â tojiâs voice softened, a rare warmth in his tone that youâd never heard before. âhe, uh⊠he means a lot to me. not that iâd ever tell him that, though. donât want him thinking heâs got me wrapped around his little finger or anything.â
you laughed, picturing the little boy with his big grin and fearless energy. âsomething tells me he already knows.â
âyeah, probably.â toji laughed too, and for a moment, there was an ease between you, a shared warmth that made the whole moment feel so⊠natural.
âso⊠um, are you, like⊠a single dad?â you asked, careful with your words, not wanting to pry too deeply.
âyeah.â his answer was simple, but there was a weight to it. âjust me and the kid. been that way for a while.â
âthatâsâŠâ you bit your lip, not sure what to say without sounding weirdly sentimental. âthatâs admirable. megumiâs lucky to have you.
âi donât know about all that,â he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the praise but unable to hide a small smile. âjust doing what i can, you know?â
âstill,â you said, feeling a swell of admiration you hadnât expected. âitâs impressive. and honestly⊠seeing you with him yesterday? it was⊠kinda heartwarming.â
toji looked at you, eyes softening in a way that made your heart stutter.Â
âthanks,â he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. âmeans a lot, hearing that.â
the two of you stood there, closer than you realized, in this weird bubble where everything felt warm and intense and perfect. just as you felt that strange magnetic pull drawing you closer, like maybe youâd just close the gap and â
the studio door banged open.
âdonât stop on my account!â gojo sing-songed, practically sashaying back into the room, a smirk plastered across his face.
you both leaped back, clearing your throats and suddenly finding the walls, the floor, anything else in the room utterly fascinating.
âalright, lovebirds, letâs get this recording started, shall we?â gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked between the two of you, not even pretending he hadnât just caught a whole moment.
toji settled into the recording booth, leaning back in the chair with the script in hand, his voice dipping to that low, gravelly tone that made every line sound like an invitation.
âso,â he began, speaking as the dragon king to the main character in the script, his words practically dripping with intensity, âyou think you can resist me? i see right through you⊠even the bravest warriors have trembled at my touch.â
your breath caught as he delivered the line, eyes wide as you watched him through the glass.Â
you couldnât help it â his character was practically staring into your soul, voice thick and slow, practically wrapping around each word.
âdo you know what happens to those who challenge me?â toji continued, his eyes narrowing as he held the script in one hand, his gaze piercing. âthey are forced to surrender⊠one way or another.â
outside the booth, you practically felt yourself melting, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you fidgeted with the edge of your shirt.Â
tojiâs voice, his delivery â it was all too much. how was it possible for him to sound that⊠that intense? it was like he was actually speaking to you.
âah, beautiful.â gojo, standing beside you, broke in with a theatrical sigh. âour dragon king sounds magnificent, doesnât he? i could practically faint!â
you shot him a quick glare, barely masking a smirk. âkeep it down, gojo. heâs in the middle of it.â
âoh, iâm just here to appreciate the artistry,â gojo whispered back, feigning innocence as he leaned in to watch, hands clasped together dramatically.
âthe choice is yours,â toji went on, his voice softer now, laced with something tender that made it impossible to look away. âjoin me⊠or keep pretending this ââ he emphasized the word, letting it linger â â isnât exactly what youâve been wanting.â
you swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze even through the glass.Â
was he delivering that line as the dragon king or as⊠well, toji?
but then â
âohhhh!â gojo chimed in loudly, clutching his chest as if heâd been struck by an arrow. âthe passion! the romance! our heroâs heart is pounding!â
toji paused, rolling his eyes as he looked at gojo through the glass. âyou really gonna keep interrupting, gojo?â
âoh, donât mind me,â gojo said, waving a hand. âiâm simply enjoying the magic in the air! please, carry on. do go on.â he pretended to dab at his eyes. âso moving.â
toji gave a small sigh but threw you a barely-there smile before settling back into character.
âand when you finally stop runningâŠâ his voice softened, a quiet urgency threading through it.Â
âiâll be here, waiting⊠because you belong to me, whether you admit it or not.â
your heart skipped a beat, and you found yourself leaning in, hanging onto every word, caught up in the sheer pull of his voice.Â
you didnât know if it was his talent as a voice actor, the lines he was reading, or him, but every word was drawing you in deeper, bit by bit.
âah, what is it like to be so passionately claimed by a dragon king? how riveting!â gojo murmured dramatically, as if providing a play-by-play to an audience. âsheâs helpless, entranced! they both know sheâs falling!â
toji cast a pointed look at gojo, barely concealing a smirk. âyou done yet, gojo?â
gojo merely grinned, shrugging. âhey, iâm just here to make sure the romance shines through. and oh, donât worry â itâs definitely shining.â
toji rolled his eyes but kept going, lowering his voice to a rumbling murmur. âif you donât know where your heart lies, then iâll show you.âÂ
he paused, his words lingering in the air like a promise, like he was speaking directly to you.
by now, the studio felt suffused with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. it didnât help that every time gojo piped in with another comment, it only made you feel more painfully aware of every detail: the way tojiâs gaze kept flickering your way, the way your own pulse raced faster with each line he spoke.
âthe truth is right in front of you,â toji continued, his voice dropping low, rough, something smoldering behind each word. âall you have to do is reach out⊠and claim it.â
âgorgeous! breathtaking!â gojo burst out, clapping his hands loudly. âi can practically see the sparks flying! ah, young love!â
toji finally broke character, raising a brow at gojo with a look of pure exasperation. âyou gonna let me finish or not?â
gojo waved a hand. âfine, fine. but for real â if you two donât kiss after this, i might have to stage a re-shoot.â
both you and toji threw your hands up simultaneously, voices raised in exasperation.Â
âgojo, would you please stop interrupting!â
âyeah, seriously, man,â toji added, shaking his head as he glanced over at you with a shared look of pure frustration.
âokay, okay! sheesh!â gojo shrieked, actually shrieked, as he staggered back in mock terror, clutching his chest like heâd been mortally wounded. âall i wanted was to witness some workplace romance! is that so wrong?â
âyes, gojo, very wrong,â you shot back, rubbing your temples. âthis is literally supposed to be professional â you should know that.â
toji snorted, crossing his arms as he smirked at gojo. âfor once, i agree. youâve got all the dramatic flair of a middle-schooler.â
âexcuse me,â gojo replied, flipping an imaginary hair strand over his shoulder. âiâll have you know my artistic eye is very advanced.â he let out a huff, but from the grin on his face, you could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
you shook your head, exasperated. âlook, can we just get this recording done without any more ââ
âinterruptions,â toji finished for you, raising a brow as he glanced over at gojo.
âfine, fine!â gojo finally backed off, dramatically sliding into a chair in the corner, arms folded in mock offense. âiâll be silent as a stone. a beautiful, thoughtful stone.â
you exchanged another look with toji, both of you sighing in unison.Â
something told you both that it was going to be a very long day, especially with gojoâs creative directionâŠ
toji, after finishing a solid block of recording, had ended up chatting with the sound techs, leaving you flipping through your phone while you waited.Â
gojo, in his usual meddling fashion, suddenly brightened up and declared, âoh! why donât you have a little chat with suguru? i told him you were here. he insisted on saying hello!â
you raised an eyebrow. âuh, sure?â
gojo sent you a link to join the video call, and soon suguruâs face popped up on the screen. his calm expression softened slightly when he saw you. âwell, hello there. gojo wasnât exaggerating when he said he had a new âstarâ at the studio.â
you laughed, feeling a bit flustered. âthanks, geto! i hear youâre a partner at a... famous wine company?â
suguru gave a modest shrug. âyeah, itâs called persephone. itâs a small project that grew bigger than i expected. i handle a lot of the sourcing and marketing â keeps me away from here most of the time.â
âpersephone? iâve heard great things about it!â you said, genuinely impressed. âthe way gojo talks about it, it sounds like a pretty big deal.â
he chuckled, glancing to the side as if recalling memories. âi started it with a... friend, actually. she was passionate about wine and had a vision that i couldnât help but support. i guess i have a soft spot for her, and i... well, care about her a lot.â
you felt your heart warm a little at his sincerity, and the slight hesitation when he spoke of his partner. âit sounds like you two have something special going on,â you said, offering a supportive smile. âiâm sure she appreciates everything you do, especially with how involved you are. and honestly? best of luck. that kind of partnership sounds really meaningful.â
suguru gave a small nod, a faint, appreciative smile on his face.Â
âthank you. i think sheâd like you. maybe one day, if you ever make it out here for one of gojoâs wild wine-tasting parties, we can all meet up.â
âiâd love that!â you replied, already imagining how intriguing that partnership might be. and as you finished up the conversation, it struck you that youâd gotten a glimpse of a different side of suguru â one he clearly didnât reveal often.
toji hadnât meant to get distracted, but the second he saw you on a video call with suguru, laughing over whatever he was saying, he couldnât help it. heâd been halfway listening to the sound tech drone on about waveform patterns, but all of that faded when he caught sight of you smiling on-screen.Â
who exactly were you talking to like that? why did you look so happy?
the tech was still talking beside him, but tojiâs focus was elsewhere.Â
suguru.Â
that damn calm, collected face of his.Â
the same suguru who heâd seen only sparingly around the company, mostly through gojoâs random updates, but who was still one of the few people gojo actually respected.
toji squinted, his jaw tightening as he took a few steps toward you and pretended it was a casual stroll.
why was he doing this? it wasnât like he had any claim on you, right?Â
sure, there was that one kiss â or, well, those two kisses, actually.Â
but still.Â
he was a grown man, not some jealous kid. yet here he was, feeling like he had to size up suguru over a damn screen.
before he even realized it, toji had closed the distance. without asking, he leaned over your shoulder, practically shoving his face into the camera view as he met suguruâs face.
âhey, suguru,â he drawled, and the way his voice came out a little gruff didnât escape him. âdidnât know you were interrupting a busy studio day here.â
you blinked, wide-eyed at his sudden closeness, but toji kept his eyes on suguru, ignoring your flustered reaction. suguru looked almost amused, raising an eyebrow at tojiâs unannounced intrusion.
âtoji. iâm just saying hi to the new talent here,â suguru replied with a smooth smile, clearly unfazed. âiâm sure you wouldnât mind me meeting one of satoruâs top finds.â
âtop find?â toji scoffed, feeling a weird pang at the words. âiâm the one doing all the work here.â
you shot him a look, somewhere between surprised and amused. âtoji ââ
but he just grunted and kept going, ignoring your attempt to intervene. âso, suguru, been busy with all that wine business, huh?â he went on, as if suguruâs whole life story had suddenly become his priority.
âpretty much,â suguru replied, a slight smirk in his tone. âitâs been keeping me busy, and i have aâŠclose partner who keeps me grounded. speaking of which,â he turned his gaze to you with an amused smile, âshe was the one who started persephone. iâm really just there to support her vision.â
âsounds convenient,â toji muttered, but suguru just chuckled.
you nudged him with your elbow, giving him a warning look. âtoji, come on,â you whispered, as if he was the one being out of line here.
he let out a low sigh, then pulled back slightly, looking at you as if heâd just remembered himself. âwhat? âm just makinâ sure youâre not getting dragged into any fancy wine scams or whatever.â
you rolled your eyes but couldnât hide a smile. âgetoâs company is doing fine, toji. itâs called persephone.â
toji folded his arms and gave a dismissive shrug. âwell, just saying. i know people.âÂ
the whole room seemed to go a bit quieter, and toji cleared his throat, looking away from suguru's patient amusement.
ânice meeting you, toji,â suguru added, with a slight tilt of his head. âtake care of our new âtop findâ there, alright?â
toji clenched his jaw a little at the words, then nodded, pretending he wasnât glaring at the camera. âyeah, yeah. weâre all set here.â
as the call ended, you turned to him, eyebrows raised, clearly wanting an explanation. âwhat was that about?â
toji scratched the back of his neck, trying to look casual. âjust, yâknowâŠmaking sure you werenât getting yourself in with shady people.â
âoh? like, you?â
he let out a bark of laughter, realizing heâd backed himself into a corner. âhey, iâm not shady â iâm just thorough.â
you raised an eyebrow. âthorough? right, thatâs the word youâre going with?â
âyeah. and what â you mad at me for caring?â
at that, you went quiet, a faint blush touching your cheeks.Â
and toji? well, he could only think of those two kisses again, and how stupidly close heâd just gotten to the camera just to⊠what? size up suguru?Â
he mentally groaned. what was wrong with him?
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among the twst cast, who do you think will be the best in-laws? just asking out of curiosity, cuz i personally think that trappola fam will be chill, also i imagine them doting on their grandbabies, or like crying at your wedding day xd
- I go crazy when I receive asks like this, djsjhs. I included everyone and how I think their actions will be justified as to whether their families will be good or 'bad' in-laws.
Reader is termed as "wife" and as a normal human. -
Right off the bat, letâs start with Riddle. You and Riddleâs mother will never get along. She and her son have much to discuss anyway, and we know how Riddle even mentioned that the Queen of Hearts has a lovely relationship his parents could learn from. If Mrs. Rosehearts is strict with her own child, imagine how much more sheâd be with you! She probably has a list of acceptable spouses for Riddle, so just imagine her shock when he brings you homeâshock that quickly turns to rage when she realizes youâre magicless. She will be a horrible mother-in-law. Mr. Rosehearts, however, will most likely be courteous about your relationship with his son. In fact, I can see him helping you and Riddle move somewhere away from their house in the Queendom of Roses. Heâll probably attend your wedding, but Mrs. Rosehearts? Probably not. It will take a long time before Mrs. Rosehearts can accept you wholeheartedly, and when she does, tears will be shed.
The Diamond family is harder to gauge. Mr. and Mrs. Diamond would likely respect your relationship enough to make sure youâre comfortable. Caterâs sisters, on the other hand, might urge you to become their new dollâthough not as extreme as they did with him. Overall, they will accept you as part of their family. And if Cater doesnât want to attend family reunions, theyâll accept that, though they canât help but feel a little hurt and neglected. Maybe theyâll even start to reflect on how theyâve treated their son.
The Clover family are lovely people! When Trey introduces you to his parents, theyâll erupt into cheers, baking you pastries and a personalized cake tailored to your tastes. They wonât care if youâre magicless; as long as you make their son happy, thatâs all that matters. Mr. and Mrs. Clover will even offer you and Trey the chance to manage their bakery. Itâll be up to you both whether to accept. Overall, theyâll be great in-laws, and they might even make wonderful grandparents.
Deuceâs mom, Dylla, is such a girlboss! As a mother-in-law, sheâll be the cool type, letting you hang out with her at car races, driving trucks, or doing anything outdoorsy. She might even suggest that you, she, and Deuce get matching small tattoos. Sheâs very chill and will always welcome you with open arms. Youâll have no trouble getting along with Deuceâs momâsometimes, Deuce even wonders if his mom loves you more than him.
Aceâs family will welcome you with open armsâand with a bunch of pranks! Mr. Trappola is a normal human, so he wonât hold your magicless status against you. Aceâs older brother, however, will endlessly tease him with some good old brotherly banter. Mr. and Mrs. Trappola will probably shed tears on your wedding day, making it a fun, sentimental, and most of all, enjoyable occasion.
°ââ.àłàż*:
The Kingscholars are royalty, so letâs be realistic: theyâll most likely not approve of Leona, their youngest son and second prince, marrying a normal human, especially a magicless one. They probably have plans to arrange a marriage with a fellow beastman from another noble or elite family, and your relationship could cause a scandal. But if Leona insists, then a wedding will happen. It will take a lot of convincing for the Kingscholars to accept you, especially since Mr. Kingscholar is ill. Falena will most likely be the first to accept you, either out of love for his brother or perhaps because he sees you as a key to fixing his strained relationship with Leona. Cheka, on the other hand, will love you! In fact, he might prefer your company over his lioness motherâs, though he wonât admit it.
Grandma Bucchi will shed tears of joy when Ruggie brings you home and introduces you as his lover. Sheâll feel relieved that Ruggie has found someone whoâll take care of himâa lifelong companion, since sheâs not as strong as she used to be. Prepare for a deep heart-to-heart with Grandma Bucchi, who will also show you pictures of baby Ruggie! She may even drop hints that she wants a grandchild from the two of you. Yes, she takes care of the other beast children in the neighborhood, but it wouldnât hurt to give her a mini Ruggie.
The Howl family will accept you wholeheartedly. They believe that wolf beastmen like them have only one soulmate, and if Jack has found that in you, who are they to oppose? Theyâre not overly bearing, but they might occasionally ask whether you and Jack plan to have little Howl children. Jackâs siblings will adore you!
°ââ.àłàż*:
The Ashengrotto family will welcome you! Azul is their baby, so whoever Azul loves, itâs guaranteed that theyâll accept you too. It probably wonât matter if youâre a human or magicless. Azul has a way with words and will have nothing but praises for you in front of his family. Mrs. Ashengrotto might sulk a little if Azul chooses to live on land and start a family with you there rather than in the sea, but the compromise is that youâll build a house near the seaside. Mr. Ashengrotto will likely insist on having both a sea and land wedding, though Azul probably planned on that anyway. They wonât be toxic as in-laws and will likely dote on you, but theyâll definitely want to take care of any little Ashengrotto babies you have. Sometimes, you might wonder if theyâre a bit too attached to their grandchildrenâŠ
The Leech family will also welcome you. If you decide to marry one of the Leech sonsâor both of them (polygamy isnât unheard of in the sea; hey, different customs)âtheyâll make sure you feel at ease. Mr. Leech, who reminds you so much of Floyd, might ask if you know self-defense. When you say no, heâll laugh and assure you that his sons will protect you anyway. He finds it amusing that Floyd calls you Shrimpy, though thereâs a certain air of intimidation when he speaks... Mrs. Leech, who reminds you of Jade, is beautiful and speaks just like her other son. Sheâll ask you questions like, âMy dear, how can you protect yourself when you are magicless?â with a smile on her face. At one party dedicated to your arrival into the Leech family, you saw firsthand how Mr. Leech made everyone sign...something. When you asked the twins about it, they dismissed your concerns and assured you not to worry. Theyâll be cool in-laws, but they wonât disclose any personal business with youâonly with their sons. No matter how much you ask about their family business, because you want to help, youâll get nowhere (it's for your safety, they say). The Leech family will dote on you, but thereâs always an underlying sense that youâve been inducted into something much larger and deeper than just a family of merfolk eels. Sometimes they have unexpected visits to your house in land, and you had a feeling that Mrs. Leech might dote on you only so she can spend time with her Leech grandbabies...
°ââ.àłàż*:
The Al-Asims are so supportive of Kalim! Thereâs a certain sense of relief that youâre not associated with anything in their world, because they might worry that whoever is with Kalim, one of the richest men on earth, would take advantage of his kindness. But you donât. Mr. Al-Asim will provide anything you ask for and will probably give you and Kalim a bunch of mansions, cars, and luxuries everywhere. Though they likely have a list of potential spouses for Kalim, the Al-Asims are glad he chose you. However, theyâd be delighted if Kalim produces an heir one day. If Kalim chooses to be monogamous, theyâll accept it.
The Viper family will be glad to welcome you. Although they belong to the servant class under the Al-Asims, they wonât force you to serve them too. You think Jamil might have something to do with this⊠Anyway, they really like you, and they see how genuinely you admire their sonâa mere servant in their eyes, but so much more to you.
°ââ.àłàż*:
Mr. Schoenheit will adore you! Because Vil is his precious, beautiful child, that love will extend to you too. Heâs a different man as Eric Venue on set and as Vilâs dad in personal life. Heâs quite strict, or so youâve heard from the actual staff on a movie heâs co-producing, but the apple doesnât fall far from the tree. The Schoenheits are hardworking, perfectionist peopleânot in a bad way, of course. When news breaks that you and Vil are expecting a child, either Eric Venue or Vil will put out a statement asking for your privacy to be respected. Overall, Eric will be a good in-law and a great grandfather. Imagine how cool it is to have a famous celebrity as an in-law and imagine being surrounded by a literal DILF and the most beautiful man in Twisted Wonderland. Damn. Itâs a guarantee your child will be as beautiful as their father. Sometimes, though, Vil gets a little pouty when you stare at his father for a little too longâŠ
You know the feeling of a family getting together for the first time in years despite their busy schedules to enjoy days full of celebration? Thatâs how Rook introduced you to his family. It is lively! The Hunt family likes you! The first thing they ask you and Rook is how the family planning is going. Theyâre quite a big family with six children, so they expect the same for you and Rook. Mr. and Mrs. Hunt are adoring in-laws, but when you ask about their family business, theyâll merrily dodge the questions, much like Rook does, telling you not to worry. When Rook leaves for long periods of time due to work, heâll vehemently update you every hour. In the meantime, you and Mrs. Hunt, along with Rookâs sisters-in-lawâthe wives of his brothersâwill go on pampering girlsâ days! Theyâll make sure you never feel lonely or left out, even when Rookâs away.
The Felmier family threw a celebration in your name when Epel introduced you. Grandma Marja cried, seeing how much her grandson has grown. Mr. and Mrs. Felmier hugged you tightly and thanked you for being with their lovely son, and you swore you felt a tear trickle down your cheek too. They will be loving in-laws, with a tight-knit family that supports each other. Once news breaks that you and Epel are expecting a child, another celebration will be held to welcome the new apple of their eye. Theyâll likely insist on a traditional apple-themed baby shower, and theyâll spoil you and Epel with home-cooked meals, ensuring youâre both well cared for.
°ââ.àłàż*:
The Shrouds, especially Mrs. Shroud, will be ecstatic once Idia introduces you to them. Mr. Shroud, while less outwardly emotional, will be overjoyed in his own way. Over time, youâll notice just how much he and Idia resemble each other. It wonât matter if youâre not as tech-savvy as they are; Idia already has S.T.Y.X.âs management covered. Mr. and Mrs. Shroud will show their affection in small but meaningful ways, or surprising you with thoughtful giftsâyour own helmet. If any negative comments about you and Idia pop up online, theyâll be blocked faster than you can blink. Kiddingâmostly. Theyâll likely expect a little Shroud or two in the next few years, and theyâll gently remind you of this as theyâre getting older and eager for grandchildren. Despite their eccentricities, theyâll make you feel like a cherished member of their family, though youâll need to adjust to their unique ways of showing love and the way of their work, ergo taking care of S.T.Y.X and their various shady businesses.
°ââ.àłàż*:
The Draconias, especially Grandmother Maleficia, will formally welcome you into the family. However, the atmosphere might feel a bit too formal for your liking. A relationship with Malleus is one thing, but marriage is a whole different story. The Senate will likely oppose the union, with Grandmother Maleficia caught between keeping her beloved grandson happy and appeasing the increasingly vocal pressures from the Senate and close-minded fae who cannot accept a humanâespecially a magicless humanâas their future queen. The weight of these expectations will hang over your relationship, adding tension to an otherwise loving bond. The prospect of Malleus Draconia marrying a human would be met with significant resistance within the Briar Valley. The fae population, steeped in centuries of tradition and wary of outsiders, would likely view such a union as a potential threat to their way of life. Some might even call for extreme measures, such as political unrest or, in the worst-case scenario, a war to prevent the marriage from taking place. However, Malleus will stand by you, determined to weather the storm together. Over time, and with Malleusâs formidable power and influence, even the most skeptical fae could be convinced that this union could bring about a new era of understanding and unity between their worlds. As for Grandmother Maleficia, though she may seem distant at first, sheâll eventually warm up to you, especially when she sees how happy you make Malleus. And should the two of you have children (the Draconias badly needed predecessors), sheâll be the first to dote on her great-grandchildren as long as she is alive, ensuring theyâre raised with both love and the proud traditions of the Draconia family.
The Zigvolt family is not new to interspecies relationships, with Mama Zigvolt being a fae and Papa Zigvolt a normal human dentist. She will support you! Her fiery nature as a fae will come in handy, while Papa Zigvolt's kindness will help balance out her energy. Overall, they will be happy for you and Sebek. Grandfather Baur, on the other hand, might accept you more easily than you thoughtâhe is not a close-minded fae anymore. He is at a point of contentment, so whoever Sebek or any of his grandchildren chooses, he will be eager to accept them. Also, he mightâor might notâvisit you every afternoon (he's just concerned, not excited... he says as he hands you a crocheted baby comforter) once he hears you're expecting a mini Sebek Zigvolt.
Silverâs relationship with his father, Lilia, is central to his life, so naturally, Liliaâs opinion of you will weigh heavily on him. Fortunately, Lilia err Mr. Vanrouge is likely to be one of the most supportive and understanding in-laws you could ask for. His playful and easygoing nature means heâll probably tease you a bit, but itâs all in good fun. Lilia will genuinely be happy for Silver, and heâll go out of his way to make you feel welcome in their home. Expect to be roped into all sorts of whimsical activitiesâlike trying out new (and sometimes questionable) recipes, or being part of his elaborate pranks. Lilia will also be very protective of both you and Silver, always looking out for your well-being. And if you have another baby addition to the Vanrouge family, Lillia will be the happiest Fae alive.
Lilia Vanrouge is an ancient and enigmatic Fae, while appearing child-like he possesses a kind heart and incredible wisdom. While traditional in-law doesn't apply to him (seeing as he is the in-law himself), he does need someone who can stand beside him as a parental figure, particularly for Silver and by extent Malleus. Liliaâs âfamilyâ may be unconventional, but his close bonds with Silver, Sebek, and Malleus make them feel like one. Heâll cherish every moment with you, appreciating the little things that come with mortal life, and your companionship will be a light in his long existence. Your role isnât just as a partner to Lilia, but as someone who can guide and protect Silver alongside him, offering the same wisdom, kindness, and love that Lilia has given. If you and Lilia have children, they will grow up surrounded by love, knowledge, and a deep sense of wonder, with Lilia ensuring they never lose their sense of playfulness and joy. Should it end like that then Lilia can say that he has lived it all, and he can go on to the stars wholeheartedly. He lived his life surrounded with the people he loves, finding contentment at the end of his days.
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I also had this idea about dilf era art having his sex tape(s) leaked.. or leaking them on purpose because his career is falling off.
The Christian moms would be clutching their pearls when they hear about THE art donaldson getting his back blown out đ
His tennis career might be over but maybe he's got a new one with his pretty younger gf and her massive strap
ufff angel ! !
itâs a massive scandal when it leaks on twitter from an anonymous account.
the start of the video is actually pretty tame; and youâd never expect the man in the video to be the wimbledon-winning art donaldson. the first few minutes show a fit, naked man sitting on the edge of a bed with a girl in his lap. his hands on her hips, his cock bobbing in the little space left between them. sheâs wearing a lacy black lingerie set, and even though you canât see their facesâthe framing cuts off their headsâyou can tell from the wet, depraved noises alone that theyâre aggressively making out.
the sloppy kissing turns into the two individuals getting handsy. he reaches up to squeeze her tits over the fabric, and her hands seem to move up behind his neck to tug on the back of his hair. a flash of blond locks can be seen. thatâs the first hint of his identity. he moans when she pulls, his abdomen tensing and his length dribbling a sticky glob of arousal from his tip. in the next instant, one of her hands reaches down and starts to palm his tip. he jolts forward and whines, letting out an anguished âhnnghhâ as she starts to stroke him.
his breathing gets quicker, the pale skin of his chest growing more and more pink by the second, before his fingers appear to dig into her body and he tenses up. her hand pulls away, effectively edging him. he shudders and wraps his arms around her lower back, pulling her further into his body. âpleasepleaseplease..â he can be heard whispering to begging her.
the tape cuts to black for only a moment beforeâ
âŠwow.
sheâs now got him bent over onto all-fours on the bed, his ass facing her pelvis while she lines up a thick pink dildo thatâs attached to a harness she hadnât been wearing before. his head is still lifted just enough to keep his eyes out of the video, but his jaw and lips and the tip of his nose can be seen. his mouth is hung open in a desperate âoâ while he feels her strap prod and begin to push in. it slides into him with little resistance, and she can be heard cooing down to the man below.
âthaaatâs it, baby.. good job.. guess we prepped you enough, huh?â
itâs teasing yet authoritative in nature, and the man just lets out an anguished groan of pure unfiltered pleasure as she positions her hands at his hips and starts to earnestly fuck into him. each roll of her pelvis elicits a sharp moan and whimper, and anyone watching can clearly see his cock drooling onto the sheets helplessly.
suddenly, after only a couple of minutes of this, the woman hikes her leg up onto the bed, bending it at the knee to gain better leverage on the side farthest from the camera, and pushes her hand down into the space between his shoulder blades.
he lets out a surprised whimper, keens, and then falls face-down into the bedding.
and in that moment in the video, every single person watching finally realized who he was.
all of his features are now totally visible. every single one.
artâs face is burning; his eyes rolling back into his head while his brows pinch up in ecstasy. his cheek is pressing into the mattress, his ass still up to meet her movements. he grips the white bedding under his palms and then bites his lip, âohhh, fuck,â he whines, almost girlish, âfuck me harder, iâm gonna come, babyâ ah-haahâ iâm so close right now-!â
heâs making noises like a total pornstar; someone fit for the limelight and the mess of it all.
the woman, who can now be assumed to be his (controversially) younger girlfriend, complies with his begging with no more than a low chuckle. she bucks into him faster, and art yelps.
she raises her right hand and brings it down over his ass in a playful slap before she squeezes the flesh. his entire frame jolts and then he squeezes his eyes shut, his back perfectly arched, â.. im gonna come, can iâ mgnh- touch myself? can you-or, i câ AH!â
the tennis playerâs words get cut off when the girl leans over his back and wraps her hand around his sticky dick hanging heavily between his thighs. she pumps him quickly in time with her thrusts and it takes no more than twenty seconds before heâs trembling all over. and god, itâs a sight to behold.
âiâm gonna come, âm gonna come, baby, im gonna come! iâmââ
a strangled curse flies past his lips before heâs squealing and gushing milky strings of his release over her fingers and onto the bed. moans of pleasure turn into sobs of overstimulation as she milks him in her grasp, strong shots of his orgasm blending into pathetic dribbles of whateverâs left inside his balls.
he collapses under her, her strap still filling him, and she tenderly strokes his shaking back with her left hand. artâs gasping for air like heâs been deprived of it for a moment too long, and some of his hair is sticking to his forehead. his eyes open slightly, albeit lidded, and he moans out a slurred âthank youâ before the video cuts to an end.
the uproar in its wake is insane.
heâs all over celebrity gossip magazines, and being talked about in raunchy podcasts, and exploited in deep-dive youtube videos. everything. itâs everywhere.
people were talking about him now who hadnât even thought about him in years.
he was the talk of the town, really.
.. so art doesnât even feel guilty that he was the one who clicked âpostâ.
#đž - ask prompts#đ - mutuals#i wrote basically a whole fic but i love this concept sm omg angel ur mind#ok wait itâs not as much as i thought#but i got carried away whoopsiesss#i personally need to see that tape#i need to see him getting bent into all kinds of nasty positions thanks#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader
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Annoying Sister:
NMIXX Bae
Tags: male oc Ă bae, rape, incest, brother sister, creampie, blackmail,
Word count: 2.5k
Author's note: this is a commissioned one-shot from 2 months ago before I got reported for no reason and got my account deleted, lol. I already gave the document to the buyer so might as well post it here now.
Hanwol lounge lazily in his room, the soft glow of his laptop screen illuminating his features as he absently stroked his oily, throbbing cock. He'd been edging for what felt like ages, desperate for release but determined to prolong the delicious sensations.
Just as he felt the familiar tingle of impending orgasm, the door burst open and his sister Bae barged in. "YAH, Oppa! What the hell are you doing?" she screeched, her eyes going wide at the sight of his exposed, glistening shaft.
Hanwol quickly tried to cover himself, faltering, "Bae-ya! Don't you know how to knock?" He glared at her, his hips twitching with halted pleasure.
Bae put her hands on her hips, her small breasts straining against her tank top. "Mom called and said to take out the trash and do the dishes. You better go do it now or I'm telling her about this!" she threatened, her tone laced with disgust.
"Aish, just give me a minute, will you?" Hanwol groaned, resuming his rhythmic strokes. "I'm... a little busy here."
"Busy? Busy doing that?" Bae cried, smacking his arm. "You're so gross, Oppa! Now hurry up before Mom gets home!"
Hanwol winced at the sting of her hit. "Yah, stop hitting me and just leave me alone!" he snapped. "I'll do it when I'm done, okay?"
But Bae refused to budge, crossing her arms angrily under her chest. "No way! You better go do it right now or I'll tell Mom everything!"
Hanwol's stomach twisted with dread at the thought of his conservative, religious mother finding out about his scandalous activities. If she knew he was watching hardcore porn and indulging in such depraved acts, he'd be in for the scolding of a lifetime.
But the throbbing need between his legs was impossible to ignore. He was so close, just teetering on the edge of release. There was no way he could stop now, even with Bae's constant nagging.
As his sister continued to berate him, Hanwol found his gaze drawn to the way her crop top clung to her flat stomach and her low-slung pants accentuated the gentle flare of her hips. An unwelcome warmth pooled in his gut, and before he could stop himself, he surged forward, grabbing a handful of Bae's soft, blonde hair.
"Ow! Oppa, what the hell?" she cried, eyes wide with alarm.
"I told you to leave me alone," Hanwol shoved her roughly onto the bed. He pressed his muscular frame against her petite body, trapping her beneath him. "Now you're going to shut up and let me finish."
Bae's eyes went wide with terror as Hanwol pinned her down. "Oppa, you're crazy! Let me go!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his solid chest.
"Shut up, Bae Jinsol," Hanwolâs grip tightened on her hair as he slapped her hard across the face, dazing her momentarily.
Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly unfastened her cargo pants, yanking them down her long, slender legs and leaving her in just a pair of tight, hipster panties. Bae thrashed and kicked, but Hanwol easily forced his way between her legs, pinning her arms above her head.
Hanwol's hungry gaze raked over the outline of Bae's pussy, straining against the thin fabric. "Nice sweet pussy you've got there, little sister," he chuckled, relishing the way she trembled under him.
"Please, Oppa, I'm sorry!" Bae sobbed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I was just joking! I won't tell Mom, I swear! Just, ugh, let me go!"
"Fuck no," Hanwol growled, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at his sister's trembling form. Now that he had her half-naked like this, she looked so fucking hot - he couldn't resist.
He groped Bae's small yet soft breast, eliciting a muffled whimper from the girl. Burying his face in the crook of his sisterâs neck, Hanwol inhaled her sweet, familiar scent, his cock twitching needily against the crotch of her panties.
"Please, Oppa, please don't," Bae begged again, the word tumbling from her lips in a desperate, broken mantra. His hand drifted lower, rubbing and pressing against the soft skin of her stomach.
"Maybe this will teach you to stop being so goddamn annoying," Hanwol stated, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. "I'm gonna rearrange those guts of yours real good."
Bae's eyes went wide with terror. "Please, don't rape me, Oppa! I don't want this!" she cried, but her pleas only fueled Hanwol's sick desire.
Hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, Hanwol yanked her head forward by her hair, forcing her to look at his veiny, glistening cock. "Oh, this cock is gonna stretch that pretty pussy of yours so good, little sister.â
Hanwol's grip on Bae's panties tightened as he ruthlessly tore the flimsy fabric in half, exposing her bald, reddened pussy.
"No, please, Oppa! Don't do this!" Bae appealed, struggling against his hold with all her might, but the overwhelming panic and fear had weakened her resistance.
"Shut the fuck up or I will beat you up until you're dead," Hanwol threatened, pulling out the torn panties off her crotch and using them to bind her wrists, pressing them against her chest.
"Fuck you, you sick bastard!" Bae screamed, cursing him as she desperately called out for their mother, who had yet to return home.
Snatching the bottle of lube from the edge of the bed, Hanwol poured the substance over his cock, her pussy, and some on her stomach. "Too bad, sis. Oppa's cock needs a nice tight hole to fuck.â
"No, fuck no! I don't want this, I'm your sister!" Bae wailed, her voice laced with utter despair. But Hanwol's lust-addled mind had long since discarded any semblance of familial love or morality. All he could think about was the wet heat of her cunt.
Tossing the lube bottle aside, Hanwol gripped his cock, lining the weeping tip up with Bae's warm, quivering entrance. "You should be grateful I'm being so gentle with you, sis," he mocked, rubbing his cockhead along her slit, searching for the perfect spot to breach her.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Bae screamed, kicking the bed frantically and straightening her legs in a futile attempt to keep him at bay. "I don't want to lose my virginity to you, you sick bastard!"
But Hanwol paid her desperate pleas no mind, too focused on the task at hand. Pushing one of her legs apart, he used his free hand to guide his thick, engorged cock toward her tight, clenching pussy. Despite the generous application of lube, his cockhead struggled to penetrate her.
"Fuck, why are you so tight?" Hanwol asked in frustration, bearing down with all his strength until finally, the swollen head of his cock forced its way past her delicate folds, stretching her pussy lips like rubber.
Bae let out a stifled cry of pain as Hanwol's thick, unyielding cock forced its way deeper into her tight, virginal pussy. âGodâ it hurts! Your cock is too big, it's tearing me apart, Oppa! Pull it out!" her words punctuated by the sounds of his flesh sinking into her burning, clenching heat.
Hanwol's grip on her hips and thigh was bruising, his knuckles going white with the force of his grip. Inch by agonizing inch, Bae's tender pussy molded itself to the shape of his shaft until it was buried halfway within her quivering depths.
"Stop, please! It's too much, I-I can feel it in my stomach! Ahh!â her words were barely coherent through the tears streaming down her cheeks. True enough, the outline of Hanwol's cock was visible, distending the flesh of her lower abdomen.
Hanwol held himself still, reveling in the velvety warmth and tight, pulsing clutch of her inner walls. Bae's cries filled the air, the knowledge that he was the cause of her agony only fanning the flames of his forbidden craving.
Leaning in close to her face, Hanwol's hot breath ghosted over her sweaty skin. "Oh, but we're just getting started, sis. Didn't I tell you that I was going to rearrange those guts of yours?â
When Hanwol pulled back, leaving only the swollen tip buried within Bae's squelching pussy, a thin smear of blood coated his cock. Bae, too consumed by the burning stretch and friction, didn't notice the telltale sign of her virginity being taken.
"Alright, Jinsol-ah, time to get to the real fucking," Hanwol declared, using his sister's birth name. "So you better brace yourself."
He then thrust forward, sinking his thick cock into her tight heat in one move. Bae's eyes flew wide, a sharp gasp escaping from her throat as she arched her back, her legs stiffening. A prominent bulge tumefied in her belly, a testament to the full depth of his intrusion.
Bae saw stars, the world dissolving into a haze of agony and disbelief as Hanwol began rolling his hips, fucking her. Each deep, grinding stroke battered her tender cervix, eliciting gut-wrenching groans of pain.
"Fuck, Jinsol-ah, you feel so good," Hanwolâs voice laced with savage triumph. "So tight, just like I knew you'd be."
Bae's agonized cries morphed into keening moans as Hanwol's cock ruthlessly plundered her pussy. Every punishing deep thrust sent shockwaves of pain through her trembling body, and her insides stretched to their limits.
"Nngh, oh god, it hurts!" Bae wailed, her voice cracking. "It's too much, Oppa, please stop!"
But Hanwol showed no mercy, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. The obscene sounds of their joined flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Bae's desperate beggings.
"Aaah, fuck!" she cried, her back arching as Hanwol bottomed out, his cock poking against her cervix. "It's so deep, I can'tâ I can't take it!"
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her body shaking with the raw, searing torture. Yet Hanwol's relentless pace never faltered, his jabs growing erratic as the familiar tightening in his gut signaled his impending release.
"Mmh, yesss," he groaned, his fingers digging bruises into Bae's hips. "You feel so goddamn good, Bae-ya. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."
Bae's legs straightened up in the air, tensing and trembling as Hanwol's brutal thrusts stole the breath from her lungs. "No, no, no," she cried, her toes curling in distress. Nausea roiled in her stomach, the world spinning around her as she was assaulted by wave after wave of searing pain.
"Please, Oppa, I can't take it anymore!" Bae wailed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "It feels like I'm going to be sick, make it stop!"
Hanwol, having edged himself for so long, was quickly nearing the edge of his own release. All he cared about was finding his release, the knowledge that he was about to creampie his own sister only spurred him on faster.
"Nngh, fuck, Jinsol-ah, I'm gonna cum!" he growled, his hips pistoning erratically as he chased his orgasm. "I'm gonna fill your pussy up with my seed, make you carry my baby..."
Bae let out a broken, anguished wail, her body trembling uncontrollably as Hanwol's words registered. "No, please, you can't! I don't want your baby, Oppa, please don't do this!" she begged, squeezing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to escape the nightmare.
Hanwol slammed home one final time and groaned in pure bliss as he flooded Bae's spasming pussy with his hot release. Rope after rope of thick, sticky cum painted her walls, seeping out around his twitching shaft as he ground his hips against hers, milking every last drop.
"Fuck, Jinsol-ah, you made Oppa cum so hard," he panted, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. "Your pussy feels so goddamn good, little sister." With a contented sigh, Hanwol pulled out, leaving Bae's reddened pussy gaping and dripping with his seed.
The poor girl lay there, face turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut as she sobbed brokenly. The agony radiating from her battered body was matched only by the shattered look on her face, knowing the horrific future that likely awaited her.
Hanwol adjusted his pants, smoothing a hand over the front. "Well, now that I've had my fun, guess I should go take out the trash and do the dishes like a good boy," he sneered.
Bae weakly pushed herself up, glaring at him through her tears. "You're a monster," she spat, her voice raw with anguish. "I'm going to report you, make sure everyone knows what kind of sick, twisted rapist you are.â
Hanwol's eyes narrowed dangerously as Bae spat her defiant words. "Report me, huh?" he growled, stalking over to his desk and snatching up his phone. "We'll see about that."
Bae's eyes went wide with horror as she realized his intent. "What the fuck are you doing?" she cried, her bound hands flying up to cover her face. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"
But Hanwol wasn't listening. He rushed forward, shoving Bae roughly onto her back before climbing on top of her, he wrenched her hands away from her face, slapping her hard across the cheek.
"Ahhh! Stop, please!" Bae screamed, her voice raw with pain and terror.
Hanwol continued to strike her, recording every wince and sob. "Smile for the camera, little sister," he taunted, before sliding down her body. He angled the phone toward her slick used pussy. âMy cock really did a number on you, didn't it?" forcing one of her legs up for a better view. "This is going to make one hell of a souvenir."
"No, please, Oppa, stop!" Bae pleaded, her voice hoarse from her cries. "Don't do this! Don't record me!"
But Hanwol only laughed, the sound dripping with cruelty. "Relax, sis. Oppa's just making sure we have a nice memento of our special time together.â
Hanwol's cruel laughter sent chills down Bae's spine. "You know, Jinsol-ah, I think I'll share this video with everyone," his tone dripping with malice. "All the professors, all the students - even your precious best friend, Sullyoon. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Bae's breath caught in her throat, her eyes going wide with horror. "No! You can't do that! You⊠You will ruin my future!" she begged, struggling against her bonds.
"Then you better keep that mouth of yours sealed, alright?" Hanwol warned. Without warning, he brought his hand down in a sharp smack against Bae's pussy, eliciting a scream from the girl as she coiled in on herself, fresh tears streaming down her face.
Satisfied, Hanwol stood, pocketing his phone away. "Well, I better go get those chores done before Mom gets home," he muttered, already heading for the door. "Try not to cry all over the sheets.â
With that, he was gone, leaving Bae alone, trembling and violated, the weight of Hanwol's threats hanging heavy in the air. Her future had never looked more bleak.
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