#me after reading the nastiest smut fics about him

[sspiderj]

teddy lobo’s just a pretty princess. he’s so precious to me

[ahsxual]

Could we maybe have a smut with doug like maybe he billys the reader but decides to fuck her and leave her alone after

Dark Fear & Pleasure

Pairing: Doug Van Housen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI +18!!, rough sex, extremely mean Doug, fear play, pain kink, reader gets bullied, CNC, cumming inside w/o permission, heavy degradation/humiliation, name-calling (verbal abuse), mentions of stalking, cursing, mean!Dom!Doug x sub!Fem!Reader, possessive!Doug, spanking, dacryphilia, fingering, p in v (w/o protection)

Genre:(Heavy) Smut

Word Count: 2,2k

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FIC HAS DARK THEMES, IF YOU'RE AGAINST ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS, DO NOT READ IT!!!

A/N: This is definitely the darkest and nastiest fic I've ever written... I was absolutely drooling over this request!! Doug turns me on sm and that's so alarming, but Idc. Please, be aware that this fic contains extremely heavy themes! Anyway, I hope I wrote Doug right and that you guys enjoy this 🤭😈 tagging: @aliceblxck @twelvelevens @unidentifiablesubject <3

"Leave me alone, you freak!" you couldn't take it anymore. You'd had enough. Ever since Doug laid his eyes on you, he wouldn't stop stalking you and humiliating you in front of his group, reveling in the fear and vulnerability you showed towards him. It made him feel powerful, like he could control you like a small, fragile bunny whenever he wanted to or felt bored.

This time, he crossed all your limits, invading your house while your parents were away. And this time he came alone, not bringing his friends to join in his "fun" with you, as he call it. How could he know you were home alone? Why was he so obsessed with you to the point of knowing your routine and discovering that your parents were going to spend the weekend away, leaving you unsafe for any creep who wanted to assault you? And now there you were, trapped between a pair of a psychopath's arms against the wall of your bedroom, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. His grin was filled with malice, like a venomous snake analyzing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.

"And what fun would that be? I like tormenting you way too much, little bunny. You're so easy to scare... It actually turns me on." then you felt a warm tongue lick your wet tears running from your chin, while he moaned at the taste of fear in them.

You felt disgusted once you felt him get hard against you, so you impulsively spit on his face. You immediately regretted your bold action the moment you saw his blue irises darken so much until you could no longer see its color anymore. You'd never seen him so furious, as his jaw clenched so hard so as not to fall into the temptation of killing you right there.

"That's enough! You need to learn some manners and not disrespect who's in charge of you, you pathetic bitch!" you then felt his strong hands throw you harshly onto your bed, making you groan in pain. You were simply relieved that he hadn't thrown you to the rigid floor.

"Please Doug, what do you want from me...!?" you were feeling desperate by now, your fresh tears blurring your vision from the man who was about to destroy you.

"What do I want from you?" he chuckled, clearly mocking you like he always did. "I wanna be the one who's responsible for corrupting that cunt of yours. I bet you're not as innocent as you look... I bet you're tighter and wetter than any girl I've fucked before. And I'm gonna turn you into my sex slave for whenever I feel my balls full and want to warm up my cock. Are you more clear about my intentions with you now, huh?" he grunted before he forcefully grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him as you winced in pain.

"No Doug, please don't... anything but that!!" you would be lying if you said that his words didn't make your panties wet and empty pussy clench around nothing, but you would never admit it to the man who's been tormenting you for months.

"Do you really think you can make a decision here?" he laughed at you. "Unfortunately, neither mommy or daddy are going to be here to help their sweet daughter from getting fucked by someone who just wants to abuse her slutty cunt. What a shame..." he slapped you across the face, purposely causing your cheek to burn and sting in pain. "You're so pathetic... and it makes my cock so hard." he said confidently, with pure danger evident in his words, before licking the top of your sternum all the way up to your chin with his long tongue.

"Why are you doing this...?" it was barely a whisper, but Doug could hear you perfectly. You looked away from him while he was pinning your wrists, restraining you with the weight of his body, while his free hand gripped your breasts and nipples roughly. He was way stronger and intimating then he looked, and the thought of being at his mercy absolutely terrified you.

"If you're a good girl for me and don't fight much, maybe I'll have pity on you..." he laughed as he said those words, making you believe he was lying with every tooth he had in his mouth. "But on second thought, I'd actually like to see you fight back." was all he said, before turning you over and shoving your face into your pillow to prevent you from breathing properly as he unbuckled his belt.

"Nooo, Doug!!" You screamed and tried to push him off you as you begged for his mercy, but that only seemed to turn him on even more, since it was completely useless. In one abrupt movement, you felt him pull your shorts and panties off, as he stared at your glistening pussy.

"Holy fuck, look at this... You're enjoying this as much as I am, you freaky slut. I knew I could corrupt you... This cunt is my fucking property now, you understand me?" you felt a hard slap on your ass, leaving a red handprint from his big hand. It hurt like hell, yet you couldn't ignore the pleasure that ran through your spine until it reached your core.

He kept spanking you until your ass was all red and sore. Once he got bored of it, he decided to check one more time if his actions turned you on even more, soon realizing that his suspicions were absolutely correct.

"You're even wetter now, little bunny... you should be ashamed of yourself for enjoying this. You do realize now that I'm not gonna stop ruining this pussy whenever I want to, right?" you moaned as you felt two long fingers enter you without any care and fuck you hard as if it were his dick.

"Stop it Doug, please, it hurts! It's too much!!" you whimpered loudly, no longer able to distinguish pleasure from pain. You'd never been intimate with a guy with hands as big as Doug's, and it hurt so good.

"Good." was all he said before speeding up his pace. He grabbed your hair so you could breath, and when he pushed you back against your pillow, you came and screamed from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Look at that... after all the bitch likes me to humiliate and hurt her." he whispered with a clear smirk on his face, as he looked down at his cum-covered fingers, before grabbing you by the hair to make eye contact with you.

"Open. Now." not wanting to test him any further, you opened your mouth hesitantly as he shoved two fingers in forcefully, making you gag around them.

"You better suck my fingers clean or I swear I'll make you choke on them until you pass out, you slut." you did as he said, afraid to face the consequences of his promises. When you finished, he took his fingers out of your mouth and put them in his own while staring deeply into your eyes.

"Doug, please..." you no longer knew what you were pleading for: for him to let you go or for him fuck you like the wild animal he was. You began to feel your body, especially your pussy, craving his cock and touch, making you feel slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and pleasure coursing through your blood.

"It'll feel better if you want it too, trust me. You're wet enough not to hurt your pretty pussy too much, so don't worry. I'll be gentle with you." he promised with blatant lies and fake enthusiasm as he brushed the pieces of hair from your face that were sticky with sweat, before laughing and mocking your face.

He then pushed you down hard so that you were lying on your back, while he ripped off your top to expose your tits and erect nipples, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable for him and his hungry eyes.

"No bra, huh? You're making this so much easier for me, little bunny. Now... don't even think about fighting back, because I promise you it will hurt." you couldn't stop crying, yet you couldn't stop craving him either.

You'd probably just discovered a new kink of yours that was unknown to you until then, or you'd only noticed that moment how profoundly attractive you were to Doug, even though he bullied you and made fun of you almost every day. It was extremely bizarre, however your dynamic was something you felt very addicted to, like a sweet poison that you couldn't stop drinking no matter how deadly and poisonous it was.

He was still fully clothed, which made you feel even more humiliated about the whole situation you were in. But as soon as he pulled down his black pants and boxers... you wished you could still see him fully dressed and not come face to face with the monster he was hiding between his legs.

"Holy shit..." you cursed wide-eyed, praying that you could take him all without being ripped apart from the inside out. You saw his proud, wide grin reappear, making you realize that he enjoyed watching your fear and horror at taking him inside you way too much.

"Scared? I'll make it all fit no matter what, so you better be."

The moment he penetrated you, it was as if the entire world had collapsed on you. You felt like you'd been drugged, since you could no longer think or see straight. To your surprise, it didn't hurt like you thought it would, your wetness and lust for him causing your pussy to immediately adjust to his huge size. However, it did hurt when he started pounding into you, his long cock slamming into your cervix at a fast, rough pace. Your screams were mistaken for moans of real pleasure, making him groan too at the feeling of your tight, welcoming cunt. When he changed position to fuck you deeper, you grabbed the bit of skin of his back that wasn't covered and dug your nails in until he grunted in pain.

"Fuck, I've wanted to destroy this fucking pussy for so long..." he whispered to himself with his eyes closed, loud enough for you to hear him. His confession made you clench around him as you came on his cock, since he was hitting your g-stop over and over again.

"No no, you're gonna look into my fucking eyes as you cum and ask for my fucking permission!" he shouted at you with an angry face, before slapping you as reminder not to dare desobey him. He didn't stop until he made you cum a second time with his cock, this time doing as he told you, which deepened the intensity of your last orgasm of the night.

"That's it little bunny, that's how I like my girl... Obedient to her owner like a well behaved whore."

"P-please, don't cum inside me! I'm begging you, please!!" you implored him the moment you felt him reach his orgasm, but as you expected, he did exactly the opposite of what you wished for.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do! I'll cum wherever I want and you'll thank me for that, you ungrateful slut." these were his last words, before cumming deep inside you, his thick sperm coating your walls so deliciously.

When he pulled his cock out of you, still half hard, he stared at you with pride. You were looking like a mess: naked and covered in dark hickeys, your sweaty hair all messed up, your face covered in black mascara while your eyelids were half shut from exhaustion and your chest heaving rapidly from your deep breathing. When you felt some of your energy slowly being replenished, you covered your naked body with your arms and knees as you looked out of the window, while reliving what had just happened in your mind.

"Hey, you came three times with my fingers and my cock. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too. In fact, I did you a favor, so be grateful. I bet no other guy will fuck you this good." he said while buttoning his pants.

Before climbing out of your window, he stopped halfway and looked back at you, lying in a fetal position while you clutched your legs to your chest. He slowly approached you and knelt down to your level, watching you carefully before one of his hands tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I promise I'll leave you alone from now on, my little bunny... But I can't promise I won't come back to taste that sweet pussy of yours again." he chuckled darkly, as you felt him kiss your forehead firmly, before getting up and leaving your bedroom through your window.

And just like that, he disappeared in the middle of the night, as if the devil himself had paid you a visit to remind you who you belong to.

[hockeymenarehot]

Hiiiii your fics that I have read so far are literally AMAZING. Ngl your my new fav author on here my goodness those stories were making my stomach turn.

Could you please do a Tom Kaulitz 2007 smut, him and reader have to share a room unwillingly. The reader starts playing with his hair and he is low-key into it 😋 You take it from there queen because you are so creative it’s crazy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😘😘

"One Bed". Feat. Tom Kaulitz

YES! of course i can do this! i'm glad you enjoy my writing! i also kind of tweaked this a bit to go with another request for an enemies to lovers vibe w/ tom...honestly i love the one bed trope!! (sorry, this is coming out later than intended!!)

summary: not too long ago, you caught your (ex) boyfriend Tom at the bar with another woman. you were pretty pissed, and you still are. but you two agreed to travel together to see a mutual friend as long as you stay separated. however, you did not anticipate the room shortage...

warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, hotel sex, p in v, unprotected, slight edging, overstimulation, use of toys, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, kinda mean Tom, he's sweet sometimes though?, cervix fucking, spanking, squirting, pretty much brat taming, creampie, you think he cheated but he didn't

"What the hell do you mean there's not enough rooms?! I paid for two!" your patience was wearing thin with the poor desk attendant who claimed there was a "room shortage for the holidays". Bullshit. "Ma'am, I've already explained this to you. We overbook expecting some cancelations. It's better for business this way." The woman at the desk was making sure to keep her distance from you. Your stance looked like you were about to leap over the desk and pounce on her at any second now. "Good for business-!?" You were cut short by none other than Tom Kaulitz, your cheating ex-boyfriend, lightly grasping your arm, afraid that if he put too much pressure you might seriously swing at him. You gave him the nastiest glare, he swore it pierced his soul. "Hey, there's no use in yelling at this poor lady. Let's just go to our room. It'll only be a night. I can sleep on the floor." He spoke in a gentle tone, this managed to ease your nerves a bit. You removed your sprawled hands from the desk, giving the desk attendant one final glare. You were also not too thrilled that he took her side. You grabbed your key and made your way to the elevator, Tom trailing behind.

You and Tom hadn't spoken a word since getting to your room. It truly was a small, one bed hotel room. Right when you set your bag down on the (quite hard) couch, you flopped down onto it with a exaggerated groan. "Okay I think you need to calm down. I get it, you would rather not be doing this. But can't you take a day to-" You quickly cut him off, still angry with him. You were angry he had the nerve to tell you of all to "calm down". This made your anger bubble back up. "Calm down? Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you're here? How am I supposes to calm down after what you did to me!? I don't want to fucking hear it from you. Go back downstairs and sleep with the little hotel girl from earlier since you like to take her side so much. Not that you ever took my side." Okay, admittedly you were being pretty petty, but you didn't care. Not when the events that transpired were so recent. About 1 month ago you caught Tom at a bar giggling with another girl because apparently he hadn't realized that's the bar you were having your girls night at. You screamed at him, threw a drink at his face, and hadn't spoken to him since. Tom stared at you for a second, he was trying to let you be angry at him. Because truthfully, he shouldn't have been so sneaky when he honestly wasn't doing anything wrong. He was at that bar to catch up with his brothers wife, but mentioning that fact would probably make you begin to spiral even more. He really didn't want another drink in his face. So, for now he decided to let you scream and yell at him all you wanted, even if the words you spoke couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been about 5 minutes of you yelling, and you were now laying on the bed quite literally sobbing your little heart out. You couldn't take it, all of your pent up emotions were bursting out and making an ugly mess of you. You thought about how this was probably the reason why he decided to cheat on you. Tom just sat on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking your thigh. You apparently hadn't noticed, but your body was subconsciously leaning into his touch. Once your rapid breathing had slowed and your tears dried up leaving dried makeup streaks on your face, he finally spoke. "I didn't cheat on you." You almost laughed, "What?" He drew in a large breath before he continued, still treading lightly. "You never gave me a chance to talk. But trust me, I don't blame you. Please hear me out on this." Once he had gotten your silent sign of approval, he slowly continued, "That woman? That was my Bills wife. She was just in the area, and I wanted the chance to catch up with her. Ask her how things were going. All I talked about was you, every single question she had, the answer was always you. She even recorded a video on my phone for you of her saying hi. Please, believe me. I know I shouldn't have been so secretive, I know that's my fault. But just please. Here's the video." Tom pulled out his phone to show you the video of who you now noticed was Bill's wife in that same exact bar saying hi to you, and explaining how she hoped all was well with you.

Right after the video ended, your heart dropped so low as you looked up at him it almost fell out of your ass. I mean, you had met Bill's wife before, but you hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her at the bar. Only of the back of her head. You knew she was a nice woman, and you were starting to realize that you probably should've let Tom explain himself instead of throwing a drink in his face. But when he pulled the "Baby, it's not what it looks like" line, you almost lunged at him.

This whole thing just added more on top of the emotions you were already feeling, and you began to cry again. "Tom," you shook out as you pulled him into an embrace, finally being able to feel him again "I'm sorry." You swear you had never held onto anything so tight in your life, and he was seriously about to crush you as well. But it didn't really matter. All that mattered was, yeah, you both fucked up but at least you still had each other. That night was a long night of exchanging explanations, and setting up boundaries as to how to deal with situations like this again. As well as how to work on managing your emotions...

It was getting pretty late, and you had just came out of the shower to find Tom laying down on the small couch. "Are you serious? You don't have to do that... Come sleep with me." Tom turned over to look at you, a bit surprised you could forgive so quickly. That had never been apart of your personality. But he was exempt from this, he assumed. "You sure? If you don't-" You stopped him, "I'm sure." and gave him a sweet smile. The both of you crawled into bed, and got into the position you normally get into. He placed the side of his face on your breasts and you used one of your hands to play with his hair, feeling him relax into you. He whispered out a small "I love you" that you almost didn't catch. To let him know you heard him, you craned your neck down and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Well, the kiss started sweet.

Tom had been left to just his hand, lotion, and some shitty magazines for way too long now. He missed you. A lot. What was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss now had your back to him and him aggressively thrusting his cock into you. You let out a string of moans, trying to stabilize yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest was flush with your back, and his thrusts were relentless. "Tom!" He knew you loved this angle, it allowed you to feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. "Yeah? That feel good, y/n?" One of his hands came down to rub at your clit. "Think I've given you enough time to throw your little tantrum, gotta put whores like you back in their place." His minstrations had you a moaning mess, and you could already feel your orgasm flatly approaching. "Ah-! P-please!" Your pussy clenched tightly around him, a sign he knew you were about to cum. Right when your soft walls began to flutter he completely stopped all motion. "W-what?" You were confused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation. "You forget? Brats like you have to ask nicely to cum. Then I'll consider." He landed a harsh slap on both cheeks of your ass, causing you to his. "Im sorry! Please! Please make me cum!" He rubbed over both red marks, attempting to slightly soothe them before beginning his pace again. This time, he was impatient. He flipped you over onto your back, sprawling you out onto the bed before he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. You could feel every vein on his cock at this angle, and his tip was practically brushing up against your cervix. The painful pleasure was almost too much, and you just barely remembered to ask to cum. "P-please, can I cum? Please, please please..." You were just babbling nonsense at this point, which made him laugh at the leverage he had over you. He leaned down, nipping the shell of your ear before he said "Cum for me, baby" and that was all the clearance you needed before you gushed all over his cock with a high pitched moan. All of your limbs twitched as he helped you ride out your high, your mind melting back down to earth. Your brain was still fuzzy, and you didn't catch how Tom leaned over to open the beside drawer, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. Once he waved it over top of you, your eyes widened. You obviously could think enough to understand what you were about to be subjected to, but not enough to question why it was in that drawer.

"Please" You mewled put, not sure if you were begging for him to use it on you or begging him not to. Either way, he turned it on, using it on the lowest setting as he rubbed it over your nipples. "Mh!" You let out a satisfied grunt at the stimulation being pressed to your nipples. Tom always worshipped every part of your body, and tonight he had neglected your nipples. The attention they were now receiving left you wanting more. You relaxed, parting your legs and letting the spread across the roughness of the hotel sheets. Tom trailed the small vibrator down the valley of your stomach, towards your already swollen clit. "Yeah, take it like the good slut you are. Just my cumdump, aren't you?" You nodded your head in agreement, making the best "Mhm" sound you could with how fried your brain was. You both knew this wasn't true. If you both were being completely honest, he was at your mercy. Tom pressed the vibrator up against your clit, and immediately started thrusting back into you. "Ah! Wait! T-Tom! Too much!" He laughed at you almost mockingly "You can do it. My sweet baby can do it." The way his tone could change at the drop of a hat only turned you on even more, and his sugar coated words coaxed you on to obeying him. "Ok... ok, just for -fuck- you." "Yeah, thats what I fucking thought." It didn't take too much longer for you to reach your high, and by the way you were squeezing him he knew, too. Tom decided you'd been through enough tonight and let you off easy this time. "My baby gonna cum on my cock? Come on, make a mess on me. Cum with me." Those words immediately flipped the switch inside of you, letting your pussy twitch around him and gush everywhere, making a mess all over his abdomen. Tom thrusted into you as deep as he could possibly go before cumming inside you. "Yeah, gonna take all the cum I give you." And you did, you took every last drop, squeezing him to milk him for everything he was worth.

The night ended with an exchange of soft kisses, giggles, whispers of sweet nothings, and a hot bath to ease your poor muscles. You might need a wheelchair for tomorrow.

Before you two left, Tom left a note on the bed thanking the hotel room attendant for bluffing for him, and left her some extra cash. He also apologized for the mess.

a/n: this was supposed to be released last night but I had other things going on! so sorry! but I hope you enjoyed! requests are still open, and if you've already sent one just know it's sitting in my drafts. remember to take care of yourself!

[charmwasjess]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions Okay, this is embarrassing, because I got tagged in this like two weeks ago when I was in time zone stupor, copied the prompts out, and then forgot, and I think it was @stellanslashgeode who tagged me - if not, I will cry with embarrassment so don't tell me if I'm wrong.

And :'D I don't remember either who was tagged when it was going around, so here's some no pressure tags (and hop in if you want to play and I didn't tag you!) - @bolithesenate @calcedon79 @purple-ant @reconstructwriter

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

10!! :D Which is totally amazing to me. Where did they come from?! Who made them?!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

Oh god, almost 300k… I don’t have any explanation. 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Just Star Wars! I can only handle one frenzied obsession at a time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sitting in the Dark, Five Days to Murder Sifo-Dyas, The Thunder Answered Back, Milk Run, and hey, aww, wow, Jedi Nights?! 

I’m a little surprised any of my Sifo-Dyas/Dooku stuff beat out anything else, it’s such a little tiny ship!

5. Do you respond to comments? 

I do, it's my favorite part. I get a tremendous amount of inspiration and energy from engaging with people who take the time to talk to me about my work. And friends, too! I have been in my fandom since I was like 11 or 12. I’ve made lifelong friends out of my comment sections.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

I'm a sucker for a happy ending so a lot of them end on an upbeat note, but I can’t imagine The Thunder Answered Back ending on anything other than a mixed note. I'm not gonna be able to undo Order 66, you know? It’s a salvage job, not a fix it. If Jocasta gets through the fic without killing Dooku, we will call it a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

My corny Five Days to Kill Sifo-Dyas probably has the most classical happy ending for the saga but my favorite is the one in Sitting in the Dark - Qui-Gon waking up on the couch with Rael asleep next to him, and listening to Dooku and Jocasta and Sifo-Dyas wash up after the party. That little kid feeling of being safe and sleepy with your adult family happy and laughing softly nearby. 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Ohhhh, if I had a dollar for every time one of my friends made some joke about me writing Count Dooku porn! But I don't care about that, if they actually read my shit, their pervert asses would become terribly addicted to it. They’d be begging at my door. “More old man yaoi! PLEASE!” (This is a joke, my local friends have been very nice about my return to fic writing and the teasing is loving.)

Weirdly, the nastiest hate comment on a fic I’ve ever gotten was in the Before era, when I was writing fic on my old teen account. It was on a young Knight-age Dooku/Jocasta one shot. It was a simple, very vanilla romantic moment with a T rating at best so I don't really get why the person was so worked up about it? I think they just couldn't get around Dooku and Jocasta (OLD PEOPLE?!?) written as young and attractive. For years, I was horribly embarrassed about the fic, like it must really actually truly suck to have someone spend so much time writing such an extensive hate comment. I must have really fucked up. 

I went back and reread it recently and realized: oh, no, it's a regular fic, they were just a fucking loser.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

The…sex kind!!

But yes, I do! Mostly Sifo-Dyas/Dooku these days, but also Jocasta/Dooku and once or twice the holy Trinity of the three. 

I was REALLY shy about posting it at first and I still kind of can’t believe I did, but it was absurdly good for me as a person. Great for my religious purity culture baggage, my teenage years as a closeted queer person, just a really freeing experience. 

And it’s hot. And you get to think about Dooku saying or thinking the word “erection,” which is worth it just for that. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Nah, I’m boring.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope, but I have been lucky enough to help with the English in bringing several of Purple Ant’s remarkable works over from Russian. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Yep! In the Before time, I cowrote a lot, although I don’t think I posted much. One stands out: I remember this big rambling self-insert (we called them Mary Sues back then) I did with my bestie where we were transported to Star Wars world and we had to… I don’t exactly remember, but I think Obi-Wan falling in love with one or both of us was a big part? I went back and deleted it years later because it was so cringe. But that’s silly too - we were like twelve, of course it was silly and cringe! 

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? 

I tend to be pretty fucking stupid about Syku. 

It’s just. Two people who manage to collectively destroy their own universes together. They’re so connected in such strange, powerful, frightening ways, they know all of each other’s secrets, they were there on the worst days of each other’s lives, and will go on to be each other’s worst day of their life. And the way, even as they change, they can’t get away from each other, even though they both really try, it’s like they’re stuck in two orbits that have to cross. 

And then you read the dumb book, and see that they’re just stupid funny and cute together, idiots who finish each other’s sentences and call each other little nicknames… augh, the bizarre sweetness of it?! It kills me. It’s the narrative doom, but also the weird, enduring love that has Dooku giving Sifo-Dyas a Jedi funeral or trying so earnestly to tell Obi-Wan his crazy version of events with his death, or how Sifo-Dyas goes running back to him for the Clone thing after he already knows so much about how Dooku factors into the end game... 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I will definitely finish The Thunder Answered Back but I kind of doubt I’ll get to the two years worth of content and every individual character’s endgame storyline I envisioned out of it. I'll stick with Dooku, Jocasta, Scout, and Asajj.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

….this is embarrassing, but I tend to think I’m occasionally really funny. 

Even though my fics are really serious and I haven’t written any crack, I really try to put in moments of humor, depending on my POV character’s dialogue or internal monologue. I think my best humor comes about when I can get Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in A Situation, slinging shit back and forth. Those two just take off. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

I overwrite. My fics would be a lot more successful if I tightened up and left more on the cutting room floor. I get over attached to small moments of character at the expense of the plot (and let's be honest, word count.) 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

Hmm, does sign language count? That has been really fun in Rabbit Heart. A huge chunk of the fic happens in sign language. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

It’s got to be Milk Run, by a long shot. I’m really proud of that fic, but it was just such a blast to write. It was so fucking fun. And there’s all these little moments or tiny funny things I’ve left myself in it that are probably only funny to me, but they’re so funny to me. 

….Like, so, at one point in the fic, Sifo-Dyas is pissed at Dooku because he can tell he and Jocasta have been sleeping together, again, and this always happens, and he always has to clean this mess and play mediator when it inevitably implodes (and also maybe he is in love with Dooku a little bit?). So he’s furious about it, but pretending not to be, and so he bitchily tells Dooku the name of his ship is The Haru-Spicy, as in, a cooking pun, instead of the real name, The Haruspicy. And then Dooku spends the entire rest of the fic just wildly mispronouncing the name of the ship in his own POV chapters and to other characters? 

I love to imagine him saying it, all declarative, “The Haru-Spicy!” And everyone just stares like “do we correct him… or…?” Sifo-Dyas quietly soothing himself, chuckling over this small pettiness. Cracks me up.

[satorhime]

off the table ˚₊· gojo satoru + nanami kento. ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : f!reader, explicit smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex (gojo fingers you in a restaurant), slight!humiliation, fingering (f!receiving), spit kink, pet names, hints at a threesome, pet names, this fic is so unserious i love it ･｡･ w.c. 6.8k. ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : being in public, at a table full of colleagues will not stop gojo satoru from putting his hands under your dress. ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა ⊹ this idea was born from staring at gojo’s pretty fingers and is still one of my favorite fics that i have ever written hope u all enjoy <333

gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.

no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.

though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.

you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.

so yes, this definitely meant trouble.

but for who?

all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students )  operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.

the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you. 

needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.

oh, no.

it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.

and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.

gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:

getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.

when you are flesh and blood’s closest thing to a heavenly being, there are many things you can get away with. there are many things that apply to normal human men that do not apply to gojo satoru. like not being allowed to show his love for his lady whenever and wherever he pleases.

after all, who the fuck is going to stop him?

not you, his pretty angel.

and certainly not the higher-ups, those cowards.

there is no secret that you both lack decorum. you, by association. and gojo, by nature. two heathens so in love with fucking each other that everyone knows to give the two of you a wide berth whenever the signs are there. you’ve lost count of how many scandalized stares you’ve received when he warps into a meeting and the first thing he does is sweep you off your feet for a hungry kiss, large hands digging prints into the soft skin of your ass. you beat against him then, berating him about propriety and professionalism while gojo grins like a lovestruck idiot, tells you to scold him more because it’s so fucking hot when you’re annoyed with me.

he knows that later, you’ll be begging to be fucked into a limp back in his office. he doesn’t even flinch when yaga walks in without knocking, gojo rolling his eyes back while you scold him with i-told-you-so’s, calling him a freak; nasty and ridiculous for letting the principle see you in such a position. a kinkshame that rushes straight to his dick because he’s too far gone to care when he’s got you spread out on his desk with your jujutsu uniform bunched all the way up around your tits, cock shoved so far up your cramped little cunt that if yaga squinted, he’d be able to see the imprint in your stomach.

rule #2 is an addition to his handbook written in your feminine, flowery script yourself:

gojo satoru is not to be trusted in public.

that you, yourself, is not to be trusted either. after all, the man you’re dating is thrilling. he excites you and you’re powerless when it comes to your desire, your love for him. you try your best to be the voice of reason in the relationship, the pretty angel on his shoulder attempting to convert him to a holier path, but at the end it only takes one lazy smirk and a honeyed pet name to get you to drop your panties for him.

right now, all of the signs are there.

his knee bounces against the outer part of your thigh like an impatient, antsy child. he hasn’t made a snide comment in the last five minutes, world record. and when you glance up at him, his glossed lips are curled into one of those infamous, shit-eating smirks of his that seems permanent on his face like a terrible, womanizing affliction. it could be mistaken for classic behavior, but you know better than that.

“don’t even think about it, gojo satoru,” you hiss in warning under your breath. a vein appears at the temple of your brow as you notice an affronted expression cross his features, turning to you with his mouth drawn in a surprised oval shape.

“ehhhh, what do you mean?” gojo drawls out the question in a lilt, his tone chipper as he leans into your personal space. your traitorous heart flips at his close proximity, softening when he slings an arm around the back of your chair. relaxed and ridiculously attractive in the way he toys with the wisps of baby soft hair gathered at the nape of your neck.

“you know what i mean, you idiot-” you roll your eyes to hide the way they flutter, shivering as his fingertips graze over your skin. gojo massages gentle circles into a tension spot on your neck, his version of fattening you up for the inevitable kill of whatever he has planned. you fight the urge to whimper because jujutsu sorcerers are born tense, because spa days are rare when you’re knee deep in curse goo day in, day out.

clearing your throat before you can get carried away, you brush your hair over one shoulder and smoothly swat his hand down. “move your hand, satoru. i know what you’re up to.”

thankfully, he does.

 “up to what?” his head tilts on the question, and you shoot a glare at him before turning back to the menu you’re both sharing. because what sickening, pda-heavy couple uses two menus? “these hags are boring, baby.” he blows air into his cheeks, sighing hard; baiting you like a fish. you don’t buy this innocent act one bit, though, reaching up to deflate the cute puff of his cheeks with the sharp acrylic of your finger. popping him like a big, stupid balloon.

“i know your game,” you tell him, shaking your head. the game of disarming you. the proverbial removal of the angel from his shoulder by turning all soft like strawberry kikufuku melting in the summer to get what he wants. it almost always works. that boyish charm that coaxes you into shaded car parks and empty classrooms.

“what game?” he asks, relocating. his palm slips underneath the table faster than your eyes can register, long digits splayed out on your thigh in a possessive spread. right below the hem of the tiny little number he bought for you.

“your hand, gojo,” you remind him.

“in marriage? i thought you’d never ask,” he smarts off, sarcastically heartfelt as he touches a hand to his chest before he taps your nose. it feels condescending. “it’s not uncommon, you know, so don’t be afraid. men find it attractive when their women take charge. isn’t that right, nanamin?” he slingshots the question, loud in your ear, bent forward to get a good look at the ex-salaryman seated on the other side of you dressed in an impeccably cut designer three-piece. you startle a bit since you’d forgotten he was there.

“frankly,” nanami sniffs, adjusting the knot of his tie, “i’m not listening to whatever idiotic conversation you’re having, gojo-san.” he replies bluntly, clearly listening to the idiotic conversation. you watch as the sorcerer flicks a piece of lint from his shirt but he pauses after a moment, sharp eyes cutting to your direction. he inclines his head in a brief, but polite bow. “no offense to you, miss.”

ever the gentleman. unlike someone.

“nanami-san, it’s okay-”

“blech,” gojo mimics gagging, finger stuck in his mouth and everything like a teenager being forced onto a family trip. “you’re no fun, as usual.” but nanami is back to thoroughly ignoring the two of you.

“but you’re fun, aren’t you?” he purrs, turning his sly attention back to you. the fingers that were previously drumming an idle beat squeezes the flesh of your thigh hard, hard enough that his nails dig in to cause a twinge of pain. you suck in a breath, anticipation surging through your veins as his hand shifts a little bit higher.

oh, no.

“w-what are you doing, gojo?” you hate the excited stutter of your heart.

gojo lets the question sit like a festering wound. waiting until he notices an uncomfortable, antsy shift in your anticipation for him. this is part of his game, sadistic glee will-o-the-wisping around in his chest as he drinks up your flustered expression.

“sit tight and see, sweet girl,” he promises finally, his breath hot at the shell of your ear. words honey on velvet that makes your thighs clamp together. he catches the movement and snorts, smugly. you’re at his mercy already, and he knows it. you’ll play whatever game he plugs into the console even if you’re at a table full of highly-skilled sorcerers with highly keen senses.

the angel on his shoulder that’s along for the ride to hell because you tell yourself you want to keep him out of trouble.

“but...” you whisper hurriedly, attempting to knock reason into his incredibly thick skull. “the other sorcerers-”

“what about them?” gojo asks innocently, knowing damn well he doesn’t care. then without further warning, he shoves the hem of your dress up until it bunches around your hips. “i’m glad you wore this, baby,” he breathes and you let out a pathetic squeak at the feeling of his cool fingers delving between the warmth of your legs. he brushes a hot trail down the line of your clothed folds until he presses in, a finger forcing the rough lace of your panties into your pussy with a slight burn, dampening them at the center.

the knot in his throat bobs hard as he swallows. a starved man chasing the cocky, godlike feeling that burns in his chest possessively not when he’s on top of the tokyo skytree, but when he’s down here on earth, got his girl fucking dripping by the thought alone of him playing with your pussy in the middle of a restaurant and it’s all for him. no one else can do this to you. even when you question his sanity, you want him so bad.

“alright, sugar,” he murmurs in a saccharine tone, slapping your mound quietly. then he snaps his fingers right in front of your face like he’s impatient. “you know the deal here.”

“you- you can’t be serious. gojo?” you lean forward and glance up at him in alarm. sure, you were no stranger to gojo fucking you in risky locations but this? he can’t really think he’ll get away with fucking you on his fingers under a table surrounded by other sorcerers. he lifts up one side of his sunglasses to meet you alarmed stare, a snowy brow quirking up through his fringe and you immediately know that yes, he is serious and also yes, he intends to surely fucking get away with it.

and you, his accomplice, his shitty voice of reason, you want him to be serious.

nervous energy and hot need coils in your lower belly. fists bunched atop the table as you focus too hard on glancing around the table and attempting to appear normal while the feeling of gojo’s long fingers petting your clothed pussy clouds your judgement because it feels good. thankfully, no one seems to pay much attention to you as most of the sorcerers are delighted at a night off and are already deep into their cups, unbothered by drinking in front of the bosses. across from your seat, mei-mei has ijichi pink as fresh salmon. further down, shoko is engaged in a conversation with utahime and ino, the two ladies frowning at every bad baseball joke he cracks. even nanami is monotoning a bored discussion with nitta akari. wrapped up in their own worlds of free drinks, no one remembers you or gojo exists—

until a hostess greets you both, loud and enthusiastic and ready to take your orders. “have you decided on your choice of dinner for tonight, ma’am and sir?” a professional, slightly nervous voice asks, nearly startling you out of your skin. a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

“yo! yeah, actually,” gojo greets enthusiastically with a two-fingered salute, not missing a beat. he taps his nail against the embroidered menu resting on the table, bringing the hostess’s flustered attention to him. “i know just what i want..”

“i want to sample all of your aphrodisiacs.”

three actions. three actions carried out by two completely different women: girlfriend and hostess both choke on their spit. girlfriend and hostess both blush furiously. girlfriend, though— girlfriend chokes on a helpless moan because gojo punctuates his smarmy request with a nasty pinch to your clit.

he grins, ridiculously pleased with himself after. “as for the lady’s decision...” he urges, a double-edged sword.

you know he isn’t fucking asking you about your dinner tastes.

“we’ll share, won’t we, gojo?” you mimic the cloying sweetness of his voice earlier, but behind the façade and below the table, you feel breathless as you give him your decision. before you know it, you’re inching out of your seat. just enough to hook your fingers into the band of your thongs, devastating little white things with a baby blue ribbon that matches the color of gojo’s eyes. wriggling them off your hips as discreetly as possible, down your thighs until they flutter to your ankles. your breath stutters as you bend to lift your black heel and quickly scoop the panties into your hand.

you don’t see it, of course, but gojo’s eyes darken behind the dark void of his sunglasses. “we’ll be sharing,” he concludes with a dazzling smile at the hostess.

“very good, sir. the wait will be short!”

gojo taps your inner thigh, bringing your attention back to him once the hostess departs. his hand is outstretched, palm up. waiting. rolling your eyes, you shove the lace into his hand as rudely as possible. bastard.

“that’s my girl,” he praises under the quiet lull of conversation around the table, grinning as he shifts. you imagine him storing your panties in his pocket like an inventory curse, a dirty fucking souvenir. “you know, these are a cute pair. would you mind if i wore them as a blindfold?”

“i’ll kill you one day, i really will.”

“you think you can?” he hums, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to the shell of your ear. the low of his voice rumbles right against your sensitive skin, straight to your core. “you kill me, who’s gonna let you be a dirty little slut and fuck their fingers like i’m about to? think about it while you spread for me.”

his words have you squirming, a little embarrassed as you feel the bare lips of your cunt brush against the leather cushion of the chair with each subtle shift of your hips. you feel exposed, your skin flushed and an ache in your belly for him that burns hot and desperate. not to mention, when you squeeze your thighs together you can feel the slick sliding between your folds, all for an inconsiderate boyfriend who gets off on fucking you in public.

who takes his time touching you when he knows the two of you could be caught at any moment.

that anyone could drop an item and duck under the table, getting an eyeful of you parting your thighs for gojo fucking satoru, wanton and desperately slutty. see gojo’s long digits dip between your plush thighs, using his thumb and pointer finger to spread your folds, holding them open just to feel your cunt flutter helplessly around nothing.

“s-shut up with that talk, what if someone hears you?!”

“and? you scared?”

he is shameless, and you are not; but you both know your protests are just for show. an act you play right alongside his. that you’re a respected sorcerer who follows the rules and keeps your head obediently down. that you don’t like it when gojo treats you this way, when you love it. love it when he treats you like his own personal little whore that he can pluck and poke like a harp string in front of all of your coworkers because he’s bored at a company birthday party.

“god, you’re so fucking wet already, my baby,” he hisses under his breath,  sliding a long finger between your folds to prod at your entrance with the tip. coating his fingers in your slick as he slides them all over your pussy, tongue clicking in reprimand when he accidentally draws a soft whine from the back of your throat. you begin subtle shifts of your hips that grinds your clit right against his palm, right where you need him most. gojo’s fingers may come in second to the stretch of his cock, but you would be lying if you say you don’t beg for them too.

“gojo,” mei-mei’s seductive voice beckons his attention, and you try not to look too startled again. gojo, on the other hand, is the poster model for an ad selling bottles of the art of being unbothered. he lifts a brow at her and she continues, “that special grade curse you were tracking to a condemned apartment building. what happened to it?” 

“easy!” he says to mei in his normal, cheerfully annoying voice as he smiles wide, giving nothing away though you know better. he sounds winded under his levity, aroused.  “i gave it to the first-years to play with tonight. keep them out of trouble for a while.”

that’s what you call “keeping the kids out of trouble”? 

you would scold him if his hand wasn’t between your legs right now. he was notorious for slacking off, giving his weaker assignments to his students— or to you. you watch as mei shoots ijichi a smug look, manicured hand extending as he loses a bet to her. ijichi looks ready to cry as he takes out his wallet and slaps a handful of smooth banknotes into her hand.

“eyes only on me, sweet girl,” gojo commands you in a hushed voice, dipping his head so his sunglasses slide down the attractive slope of his nose. your gaze swivels and locks with stunning azure blue. sparkling summer ocean illuminated by the sun. color a little muted because he’s drowning in the fucking want to paint your cunt white with his cum. he looks so good. an allure in his devastatingly sexy pressed shirt that costs more than the restaurant itself, with four not three buttons propped open. gojo satoru is a man that gets girls into trouble with looks like that and right now, that girl is you. 

he gleams a dirty, wolfish smile and your last defense is gone.

“m-make it quick,” you squeak out, sinking into your chair a little more, opening your legs a little more.

his grin widens, delighted. “depends on how fast you cum,” he shrugs as if this is a normal everyday conversation about pesky curses, as he drags slick through your folds to get them nice and wet. making an accidental swipe against your clit that makes you stutter out a shaky breath.

“satoru, don’t- don’t tease. you know i can’t…” you choke, a little too loud. oops. 

“hm? what do you need? drink?” he asks casually, voice at its normal and steady level. enjoying the fuck out of toying with your patience, your sanity.

“what’s wrong? is she feeling sick?” the concerned voice of nitta pipes up from directly across you, concern written on her kind face. bless her heart.

“oh, i’m fin-” you bite off with a yelp because gojo chooses that exact moment to pinch your outer lip hard.

“her stomach is feeling a little upset,” he coos apologetically with a smile, rolling his eyes behind his glasses like you’re an annoying child ruining his night. “the wine at this restaurant is far too cheap for her expensive palate. isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

you nod rapidly, like a bobblehead. “lucky for you, i know a remedy,” he sighs, exasperated. reaching forward to lift a crisp glass of “where the dreams have no end” circa 1987. to his lips. sweet chardonnay. alcohol doesn’t suit gojo and for a second you think he’s simply wetting his own throat, watching in confusion as your boyfriend swishes a swig of wine from one cheek to the other, around the front of his teeth and to the back of his throat. mixing it good with the saliva in his own mouth. then he slips a finger under your chin, tilting your head up gently. leaning down to capture your lips. somewhere, you hear nitta gasp in scandal, but oh...

gojo’s kisses aren’t sweet, they’re consuming. the way he kisses is too hungry, too desperate for the public eye. burning the desire in your belly to a boiling point.

he pries your lips apart, and you want to moan against his lips as his tongue slips inside; still balancing the wine in his mouth as he devours you in the kiss. eyes wide as saucers when gojo finally spits into your mouth, a rush of warmth filling your mouth disguised as a sensual kiss. in the back of your mind, it’s disgusting, it’s embarrassing as he dribbles the warm wine onto your tongue, the burst of fruit and the distinct taste of gojo’s own flavor hitting your tastebuds, making you whimper quietly before swallowing it down, like a good girl.

when he pulls away, you have to stop yourself from chasing his kiss or smacking him or both.

“see, nitta-san? all better!” he cheers with a big smile, thumb stuck in the air as he turns a few curious heads.

“i... i’m glad you’re feeling better,” nitta chokes out, the poor manager in shock. but you don’t feel better. your cheeks are burning up. aroused so much that your thighs are clamped tight around gojo’s unmoving hand, that your nipples are peaked painfully against the satin fabric of your mini dress. you wonder if it amuses him to embarrass you. if this was his cruel plan all along— sweet talk you into letting him fuck you under the table, only to tease you until you’re on the brink of tears. to humiliate you in front of all your peers.

“shh, i got you. you’re so good for me. gonna take care of you,” he reads your body language, maybe even your mind-   finally, finally taking pity on your poor dripping cunt. you want to sob in relief as his middle finger shifts through wet, rubbing soft circles against your clit, instant pleasure pooling low in your belly to swarm a warm buzz down to your thighs.

“oh...” you whisper out in bliss, using all of your willpower to remain calm. to not make any noise and keep your expression clear. to not alert anyone to the six eyed sorcerer rubbing your clit sore with the rough pad of his finger.

it’s relief and torture; those slow, tight jerks against the little nub of nerve endings has you throbbing, but you want more. for him to take you home. sit on the edge of his bed, his legs spread as he talks you out of your clothes for the night. you want his tongue, swirling against yours as his cock fucks you brutal on the expensive, cool sheets in his penthouse.

above the table, gojo’s fist is curled in a white grip to restrain himself. the sound of your little hitched breaths, of you squirming around his hand so cutely is enough to drive him insane. below, his fingers stroke down your sloppy folds before stopping at your entrance. drooling wet as you flutter around emptiness. he wastes no more time sheathing himself, fucking his fingers in slow to the third knuckle, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat at the feeling of your pussy eagerly sucking him in.

your hands scramble for the edge of your chair, gripping it until the skin pulls taut. you want to wail, breath lodged tight in your throat. teeth clenched behind your sealed lips at the slight burn of gojo suddenly stretching your opening with two thick fingers. hot pressure between your hips as you press your hips down, greedy.

“shit- you’re so fucking tight, sweet girl,” he mutters, curving his fingers along the pink of your walls on the pull out just to hear your adorable little whine, dragging out raw pleasure in a slow rhythm of fucking that no one is wiser to. his hand barely moves, his arm does not flex— he even cracks a joke or two at the expense of nanami and ijichi— but you can feel the violence behind the pounding of his fingers, compensating for the fact that he can’t fuck you proper like you deserve. settling for rough jerks of his ridiculously long digits as he pulses in and out of sensitive nerves.

your hips rut against his hand in a desperate grind, forcing your clit to be rubbed raw with the sticky heel of his palm. the feeling is driving you insane, your toes curling against your shoes as you feel a familiar tingle, knot forming much too fast in your lower belly.

gojo’s fingers hit just right and you tremble, a rough fingerfuck under the table throwing you towards an orgasm that will cleave you, the table, and his entire fucking hand into two. an end of life, death by embarrassment because your orgasms are never quiet and he’s been teasing you for too long, your body a coil ready to snap.

he eases a third finger in, pressing deep, and you choke. the stretch of his fingers rub along your puffy walls, nudging right against that gummy patch of tissue that makes your eyes watery, your hips jolting as you bite down on your tongue until you taste blood, a whimper escaping you as you rock your hips raw against the cup of his hand. hot puffs of air leave your lips as you pant quietly, your eyes lidded as they dart around the table dazedly. looking for what, you don’t know. someone that’s watching and will make you stop. someone with their phone out, capturing the memory. someone that will liberate you from the heavy push of gojo’s strong fingers fucking your walls to a throb.

unfortunately, your wish is granted. there in your peripheral, you catch a pair of green-tinted goggles fixated on the side of your head.

how did you miss that?

you turn your head and freeze as you’re met with the owner of those green goggles. your eyes blinking rapidly before digging sharp nails into gojo’s arm, horrified. 

you were caught. caught, caught, caught.

there is no surprise written on nanami kento’s handsome face. there is no disgust. his expression betrays nothing, actually. but his back is ramrod straight in his chair as he stares down into your face. the lighting in the restaurant is so poor that you hold onto foolish hope like a lifeline, that nanami doesn’t know what’s going on, but then gojo curls all three fingers on the hard drag out, forcing nanami to be witness to your eyes rolling shut in pleasure. to hear the soft cry of your whine, quiet and desperate as gojo fucks between your wet thighs.  your leg jerks so hard it knocks against the khaki-colored slacks of the ex-salaryman. 

“g- gojo... gojo!” you whisper urgently when he doesn’t stop, your nails still digging into his arm ruthlessly. “nanami-”

“can see you,” gojo finishes your sentence, nodding gravely but otherwise: un-fucking-bothered. “what about him?”

his fingers never stop fucking the knot in your lower belly towards bursting. he presses his palm to your throbbing clit, and you moan a little too loud. it feels so fucking good you want to pass out. 

“g-gojo, stop.”

“at least not be so fucking loud?” nanami hisses to you both, ears beet red and a sneer on his lips. his fingers grip a pair of chopsticks so hard the wood is splintering. “i can hear-”

“you hear her little pussy swallowing my fingers up, nanami?” gojo purrs, your thighs squeezing tight around his hand at the dirty lilt to his words, your cunt clenching around the thick stretch of his fingers until it makes you sore.

“don’t drag me into this,” nanami snarls quietly, sucking in a sharp intake of breath. in your years of being a jujutsu sorcerer and working alongside the man, you have never seen nanami kento unraveled. even in the face of the most dangerous curses, he kept his unwavering cool. but faced with the slick sound of gojo’s long digits curling in and out of your pussy, hearing the soft gasps you fight not to make right next to him as you subtly fuck yourself up and down on his fingers, nanami kento is very fucking unraveled. “you need to stop, gojo.”

“why, you gonna tell the birthday boy on us? you don’t have it in you,” gojo taunts, a nasty edge to his voice as he smirks at nanami, sky blue eyes gleaming with malice over the top of his sunglasses. he presses his hand between your folds, circling the ball of his palm hard against your sensitive clit once more.

“tell me why i shouldn’t. this is highly inappropriate. people are trying to eat, satoru-”

“because she’s close. you know, it never takes long. she’s so sensitive. i can barely get my cock in before she’s cumming around me at home,” gojo explains matter-of-factly, leaning forward to meet nanami eye-to-eye over the top of your head. you would be mortified at him revealing that information normally. using you as an object to play with, to get under nanami’s skin. but you’re desperate now, too busy chasing the tremble in your thighs and coiling in your belly to care. “bet you wish it was you. i know about your little crush.”

nanami doesn’t rise to the bait, of course, but his eyes still haven’t left your face. the restaurant opening its maw and swallowing you whole wouldn’t be too bad because this entire thing is so fucking weird and suffocatingly fucking hot this close to your inevitable orgasm.

“s-satoru, help- i’m going to-”

gojo waits until the last, earth-shattering second. edging you nastily and ruining your orgasm right in front of your fucking colleague who watches it all like his own personal collection of filthy porn. gojo’s fingers cease inside of you and you want to cry— reminding your half-fried out brain that you’ll never play one of his games again for as long as you live.

“shh, sweet girl, be patient,” gojo coos sweetly, slipping his fingers out to pet your swollen clit in a slow, teasing circle that doesn’t give you enough friction. you hate him. you hate the slick that dribbles from your cunt onto your seat cushion when he pulls out even more. “if you were quiet, nanami wouldn’t have found out.”

“it’s not my fault-”

“isn’t it?” he croons, and then he clicks his tongue. “well, na-na-min? can my girl cum? look at her.”

you hate gojo satoru. you hate gojo satoru so much that your hate manifests into love. sweat sticks the back of your dress to your body in the middle of the restaurant, at a table full of inebriated sorcerers (a small mercy), your thighs are trembling, your cunt throbbing with need for him and he’s asking another man if you can fucking cum. becoming a villain and attempting to rip his life to shreds has never been so close on your horizon as it is right now.

“you’re sick,” nanami answers, ripping his gaze away from the two fucking freaks sitting next to him. he can’t believe this shit. this is precisely why he never goes out on weekends. but he also can’t believe how worked up he is, neck blotchy— cock half-hard in a way it has no fucking right to be behind gojo satoru’s girl. the chopsticks in his hand snap into sharp splints, a symbolism of his waning sanity. he’ll have to ask for a new pair when the food is delivered. or a job transfer far, far away.

but your next sentence stops him dead, making nanami choke on his breath, hand flying to his throat to loosen his tie.

“p-puh- please, kento-san,” you whine, pleading softly, only to him. the 7:3 sorcerer whips his head around, back to the couple next to him. 

gojo is smirking because he has two players now and you— god, sweet little you, caught in gojo’s dark web. eyes shiny with unshed tears and desperate to cum around your boyfriend’s impossibly long fingers. and nanami, poor nanami, holding the power to end your suffering. nanami knows if he says no, gojo is cruel enough to hold the orgasm over your head the entire night because he’s fucking sick in the head like that. one word. two or three if he chooses and he can help a damsel in distress because that’s what jujutsu sorcerers are supposed to do. then he can go back to his night and pretend none of this ever happened.

for his sanity, he wets his lips and speaks up:

“be a good girl and cum for us, now.”

well, where did that come from? his voice came out more ruined than he intended to. 

neither one of you care, but especially not you. not when gojo chuckles, plunging his fingers deep without warning, three of them stuffing your cunt wide as he intends on ruining you with the violent fuck of his fingers. “come on, baby, you heard the man. cum all over my fingers. let go, let me feel it-”

it doesn’t take long. sweet and forbidden, building slow in your belly until it’s the only thing you can feel. gojo fucks that spot knuckle deep, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit just right. you sink in your chair and forget how to breathe because it’s right there. too many nerves. lusted weight of two pairs of eyes, precision locked on your body, your expressions, your cunt.

summer blue and coffee brown.

“wait, gojo- gojo, i can’t. i can’t-”

“didn’t you want to? want to show nanami how you look when you’re creamin’ all over me? come here, sweet girl. cum for me.” he whispers hotly into your ear, just loud enough for the extra witness on your left side to hear as well. for him to hear the sloppy squelching of your greedy pussy swallowing him up.

biting your lip, feeling it split beneath the gnash of your teeth. you turn your head and hide your sweaty face against gojo’s arm as both men watch, breath tight in their chests as your body winds tight and suddenly snaps. pent up and released after gojo’s relentless teasing. cumming full and raw, forced out of you so violently it hurts. gojo lets you ride it out on his fingers, cooing in your ringing ears, letting you cling to him and commenting on how fucking messy your cunt feels as it squeezes his fingers numb.

and nanami... nanami is wondering how the hell he allowed himself to become involved in this shit, but he lets you grip his thigh until he actually feels the bones shift underneath your strong ass hold, wondering how your cunt would feel squeezing around him. how you would scream for him.

when your vision clears, there is no hiding the tremors and jolts as your pussy throbs in the aftermath. your head feels dazed, causing you to barely register the flurry of your surroundings. boisterous laughter flows around your table, the sorcerers thoroughly enjoying themselves as they drunkenly sing an off-key rendition of the happy birthday song. you almost miss the hostesses decorating the entire table with colorful, artful displays of sushi and other various dishes. and of course, gojo’s ridiculously huge aphrodisiac platter, as if he needs it. 

nanami pries your fingers off of his thigh, flexing his leg before he turns back to his food with his new pair of chopsticks, wondering what the fuck kind of line he just crossed.

what you don’t miss is gojo gently removing the stretch of his fingers, smearing wet on your trembling thighs, leaving you sore and empty.

“oh my god...” you whisper to yourself, dazed and confused and so satisfied.

gojo tugs the hem of your dress down, covering your thighs and the evidence of your messy orgasm. he presses his lips softly to your temple, kissing your damp forehead. “you should really keep your dress down in public, dirty girl.” chuckling,  he shamelessly slips his glistening fingers into his mouth one by one. tonguing his fingers clean of your slick.

oh, god.

remembering you probably traumatized your coworker, you peek at nanami out of the corner of your eye. if you want to be able to ever face the sorcerer again during work, you’d better find a way to eke out an apology. but what could you say? sorry i made you watch me cum on my boyfriend’s fingers? don’t report me to hr? does jujutsu headquarters even have an hr department? “n-nanami-san, about-”

“don’t apologize to him with your words, sweet girl,” gojo smirks at you, all cat that got the last bit of cream in the bowl. you watch him as he suddenly pushes back in his chair, standing up and yawning as if he’s tired— a terrible act. “apologize with your pussy.”

you can’t look at nanami, you can’t wrap your head the weight of what your boyfriend is implying, but you stand up, your clit beating in a steady throb and your heart in your throat as you take gojo’s outstretched hand. “comin’, nanamin?” gojo doesn’t look back as he shoots the invitation at the younger man. then you two make your way out of the restaurant without goodbye.

back at the table, nanami isn’t at war with himself behind the proposition. in fact, he is calmer than he’s ever been in a fight. “sick fucking freaks,” he sneers to the retreating backs of you and gojo, sucking in a breath that feels like inhaling sharp needles.

and then, he takes out his wallet to throw down a generous tip for the hostess before he bids a polite bow to the table. most definitely not following you and gojo out of the restaurant.

he just really wants that fucking apology.

[buckyownsmylife]

Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting, 

A/N:  Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper. 

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

[a-slut-for-smut]

GUYS I DID IT I DID IT I MADE A SMUT!!!!

*whispers* but...its for gojohime XD

Oh lawd some horny ass demon has possessed me because these 2 idiots be living rent free in my slutty head 24/7, the brainrot got so bad it somehow manifested into a (my very first fic actually) fluffy smut fic!

Anyway, my brainrot has convinced me that Gojo is so madly in love with her it makes him stupid, Utahime loves him too but doesnt know it...yet. She's just so over his shit. As for Gojo...well he can be unhinged/super cocky at times but i never saw him as mean or cruel, maybe emotionally stunted like a big baby crying for any attention he can get lol

Here's a preview so you can turn back now of whats in store:

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"Is this what you want?" She asks darkly, as she grips him with more pressure.

Gojo whimpers, looking up at her in shock, disbelief and surprisingly, awe. "...yes", he barely manages to breathe out.

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As she sprung his cock free from his pants, she let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well well well...looks like we got ourselves a chonky boi here.”

Gojo felt his chest swell with pride- he couldn’t stop himself from beaming.

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Poor little kouhai had finally bitten off more than he could chew, she thought. She’d give him something to chew on for years to come.

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Also in dedication to the 5 Song Lovers nickname (derived from GoUta) I've decided this will be 5 chapters, with each chapter title named after a beloved song that embodies them, their relationship and the overall chapter theme. Just know I have eclectic music tastes! The first song is "I Got You Under My Skin" cover by South Korean singer Jihae, featured in the show Altered Carbon (which unfortunately only exists in the show as producers decided not to release it- i will die be mad about this)- its exactly how I imagine Utahime singing it, its a stupidly sexy rendition:

So if you like what you see, than buckle up bitch it's gonna be a wild ride hehehe. I'd suggest reading on Ao3 HERE as i give more fun background about the fic, but here it is too:

Call Me By My Name: The Taming of the Insufferable Manwhore Sorcerer

Summary: Utahime hits her breaking point with the insufferable sorcerer- copious amounts of hilarity, pining fluffiness and bean-flickin good smut ensues :D

Rating: E (duh)

Utahime was having a shitty day.  The cafe she normally frequents for takeout coffee served her the nastiest burnt-tasting coffee, which she proceeded to spew and get all over her white miko outfit.  She really needed that coffee too- she had passed out after showering last night, exhausted, only to wake up with bedhead that refused to be tamed.  And why was she exhausted, exactly?

Because she spent the past 3 weeks preparing for her meeting with the elders about a promotion -a meeting set months in advance- which they decided to oh so considerately cancel the morning of with no reason, postponing it without a predetermined date.  She just wanted the day to be over so she could escape in front of the TV with the 3 bottles of fancy red wine she had splurged on in the hopes of a celebration.  The last thing she needed was a chance encounter with the walking, talking giant hemorrhoid that was Gojo Satoru.

“UTAHIMEEEEEE” the familiar yet disrespectful greeting pierced through the school courtyard, grating her nerves and making the vein on her temple throb.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, deciding to ignore it and kept walking, the last classes had just been dismissed with the students quick to flee the premises to embrace the weekend. She marched on, needing to grab her bag in her desk to escape, only to collide with a solid form that made her stumble back.

Gojo apparently lowered his Infinity and teleported right in front of her, grinning his Cheshire grin.

“Utahime!! Where are you going with so much purpose, hmm?”

She grit her teeth, she was in no mood to play his games.  “Home” she said simply as she breezed by him.  Gojo turned and followed, undeterred by her lack of reaction and decided to dial it up because if there's one thing Gojo would not abide by is that he would not be ignored, especially by her.

"Hey Utahime! Why are you so weak?” Gojo inquired annoyingly, “is it because you're so small and short? Why do you refuse to acknowledge my greatness in everything? Huh?huh?huh?huh?"

Utahime whirls around to face him, fuming. "GOJO, ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHY DO YOU KEEP HARASSING ME LIKE THIS?? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME???"

Gojo grinned, victory splayed all over his face. “Oh, the Elders called for some meeting with me, probably over something stupid, honestly its such a waste of my time I’ll probably just ghost them and keep them waiting, haha!  Then I saw you and thought oh, Utahime would be a better use of my time!  You’re so much more fun.”

“And...” he leaned down slightly, as if speaking to a child “...as to what I want, it should be obvious!” gleefully cheesing so hard she could tell his eyes were closed despite the blindfold.

Her mind was running a mile a minute, digesting his words- the Elders probably had canceled her meeting with them to make way for Gojo of all people, and he wasn’t going to bother showing up! Fate was playing some sort of cruel joke and she wasn't laughing.  The higher ups wouldn't give her the time of day, passing her over and over despite all her efforts and hard-earned accomplishments, while this IDIOT undeservedly has them all at his beck and call and will ghost them on a whim???  This was it, she decided.  This was the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

She narrows her eyes at him, and with the speed of a viper strike seizes Gojo's man bits in her left fist and twists, hard.  Gojo lets out a shocked pained gasp and doubles over, just below eye level with her.

"Is this what you want?" She asks darkly, as she grips him with more pressure.

Gojo whimpers, looking up at her in shock, disbelief and surprisingly, awe. "...yes", he barely manages to breathe out.

His admission does something to her, something she's never felt with him before- the thrill of absolute power, of domination.  A smirk tugs at her lips as she lifts her right hand to slide his blindfold down, gently caressing his face while doing so. She feels him grow and pulse in her left hand, and she clenches him in her fist even harder, eliciting an embarrassing hiss-moan from him.

"Yes...what, Gojo-kun ?" she prompts sweetly, feeling empowered as she slowly runs her grip from the base of his balls, dragging her fingertips along the underside of his shaft.

Gojo's eyes flutter as he sighs out: "Yes, please.... senpai ."

Utahime releases him slowly, pinching the head of his cock as she lets go, making him suck in his breath once more.

“Well, only good little kouhai's can get what they want.  Are you going to be a good little kouhai?”

Gojo stares at her dumbly for a moment before nodding vigorously.

“Good. Then follow me.” She turns without looking back, continuing her original path at an unhurried pace.

Gojo follows her obediently without a word.  His mind is reeling, this is unmarked territory for him- after all these years he can’t believe this is actually happening.  He hasn’t the faintest idea why this of all things was her breaking point, or what to expect (but he could certainly hope and imagine) and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he wanted to see it through.

They walked in silence, the school was quiet, without a soul in sight.  The halls are flooded with a gentle amber light of a waning afternoon, the air a bit humid but not unpleasantly so.  As he traces the hallways with his eyes he fidgets inwardly, trying to recall if he remembered to put on deodorant today, hoping he doesn't smell, that despite it not being that hot he felt he was sweating, no, burning .

His worrying thoughts halted when they approached her classroom door.  Here be dragons he said to himself as she unlocked the door.  Upon entering, she moved to the side of the doorway and gestured to come in.  He stepped in, standing at attention, while she slowly slid the door closed and locked it.  She turned to him, unashamedly appraising him from bottom to top with lidded eyes.

“Take a seat.” she commanded. He hesitated for a moment, before moving towards one of the student desks.  “No. Not that one”. That one” she gestured with a nod towards her desk.  He hesitated again, before walking and settling himself in her office chair.  And waited.  Like a good little kouhai.

Utahime grinned inwardly, relishing Gojo’s obvious nervousness.  Oh, I am going to have fun with this, she said to herself wickedly.  Recompense for her canceled meeting, for all those years of endless teasing and harassment, this was fair play in her eyes.

She strode to him at a languid pace, Gojo watching every step.  He looked up at her uncertainly when she stopped directly in front of him, hinging at the waist so she was eye level with him.  She held his gaze for a couple beats when both of her hands suddenly grasped his knees and jerked his legs wide open, making him gasp in surprise.

“We’re going to play a little game, Gojo-kun.”  She says, lowly.  “But first, you need to agree to the rules.  If you break any said rules, the game is over. Never to be played again. Do you understand?”

Gojo gulped audibly, nodding slowly.

“Good kouhai.  Rule 1. No touching unless I explicitly say so. No hands, mouth, nothing. I will touch you and you will take it like a good kouhai, understand? Absolutely no Infinity allowed.  Rule 2. No talking. You so much as flap your stupid dick lips even once and this is all over. Rule 3. No peeking.”

“This...” she drags her hold from his knees up, traveling up his thighs, along his hips to his chest -Gojo holding his breath the entire time- to gripping his neck while lightly squeezing.  She felt him swallow thickly before releasing her hold to gather his blindfold sitting at the base of his throat.  She pulled it up over his eyes and tied it tight behind his head.  “...stays on.  Your eyes stay closed, and don't even THINK about using Six Eyes because I will know and this game ends for good.  Do you understand and agree to follow the rules?”

“Yes senp-” Gojo is cut short, gasping when Utahime suddenly strikes him across the face, hard.

“Did you already forget Rule 2, idiot kouhai?? Do you not want to play this game because we can stop this now.” Her tone is harsh, threatening.

He was dazed for a split second before shaking his head.  “Good.  Now do you agree to follow the rules I've just laid out?”  Gojo nods his head once, all eyes shut tight.

“That’s a good kouhai.”  She moves away from him, he already misses the warmth of her.  Embracing the darkness, he listens intently- the shuffling of clothing, the opening of a desk drawer, the familiar rustling and tearing of a condom wrapper (the question as to why she kept condoms in her desk drawer he would need to ponder later).

He hears her approach, she grabs both his wrists and kneels behind him, binding them together with a single zip tie.  Zip ties too??, he questions inwardly but the thought fades immediately when she draws in close, positioning herself in the space between his legs.

“Are you ready to play, Gojo-kun?” He was nodding eagerly before he realized what he was doing.

When he felt her hands on his belt buckle, he immediately widened his stance and arched his back to give her better access, aching for her touch.  He held his breath as her fingers unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, torturously slow.  He knew she was teasing him, he supposed he deserved it and there was no denying he was entirely (and willingly) at her mercy.  But when she reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his aching cock he had to bite back a moan, she had gotten him so worked up he struggled not to embarrass himself.

As she sprung his cock free from his pants, she let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well well well...looks like we got ourselves a chonky boi here.”

Gojo felt his chest swell with pride- he couldn’t stop himself from beaming.

She wasn’t kidding either.  In her hand was the fattest, girthiest dummy thicc cock she’d ever laid eyes on, even including all the kinky porn she indulged in- which was saying a lot . The girth was one thing, but the heft, the weight of the thing…it bewildered her as to how he managed to even walk around comfortably with this monster dong between his legs. Length-wise was nothing to sneeze at either, but above all else she wondered just how the hell she was gonna get that thing to fit.

Her inner musings continued as she stroked him softly, rolling the condom down (it was a tad snug, but that was his fault for having such a dummy thicc cock).  With the same hand she raised to his lips, with one simple command: “Spit.” Gojo obeyed, despite how dry his mouth was he frantically worked his tongue to gather as much saliva as possible.

She returned her hand to his cock, stroking and coating him, getting him nice and slick while he murmured softly in pleasure.  “Lean back.” she ordered, stepping over his knees in a straddle position.  Gojo leaned back into the chair as far as it allowed, his bound hands gripping the chair seat with bruising strength as he felt her heat on the tip of his cock.

“Buckle up kouhai, you're in for a wild ride” she whispered hotly in his ear, tingles running down his spine, as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

FUCK. He was so fucking thick fuck fuck fuck her mind was frantic, there was already good deal of resistance when he first breached her, but the continuing stretch was making her lose her fucking mind.  She willed her way through it at a tortuous pace, sinking her nails into his shoulders while taking him cm by cm, mapping every vein and ridge of his cock until finally fusing their hip bones together.

A protracted moan of relief escaped his throat as she settled in his lap, fuck she was so tight, so warm, so wet, the sensations were so overwhelming, every fiber of his being screamed to slam himself up into her, grip her waist so hard it would leave bruises, ravage that sassy little mouth of hers with his tongue- it was a miracle he was able to restrain himself at all.  He bit his lip, breathing heavily through his nose in an attempt to strengthen his resolve, his self control.

She examined his face, his furrowed brow in severe concentration, almost in an anguished expression.

It delighted her.

She found herself even more aroused, growing wetter. Poor little kouhai had finally bitten off more than he could chew, she thought. She’d give him something to chew on for years to come.

With her feet firmly planted on the floor, she slowly lifted her hips up until only the very tip of his cock was in, and swiftly slammed herself down on him, eliciting a choking gasp from him.  She smirked villainously as she repeated the motion again, again and again, broken sighs and whines tumbling from his lips.

“Look at how good my little kouhai is, taking a pussy pounding so well” she purred into his neck as she started to increase her tempo, rolling her hips so that the head of his cock dragged the entire length of her frontal walls so deliciously she struggled to stifle her own moans.

Gojo was an utter mess, his head was spinning from the pleasure of it all- the way she pistoned her hips up and down his cock, the way she gripped him like a vice with her cunt and her fingers, how hot and wet her breath felt on his skin, the aborted noises she made as she struggled to subdue her own moans- he was hopelessly lost. With her. Within her.

He could feel the heat coiling in his groin, the need to burst within her was too much, he couldn’t hold on much longer.  He bit his lip harder as she continued riding him mercilessly, in a desperate attempt to keep his orgasm at bay but it was too late. The dams burst free; completely ambushed by the searing white hot waves of pleasure crashing and coursing through his body so violently he let out a series of short, almost pained gasps as his orgasm ripped through him.

Utahime slowed her pace so she could enjoy the show- Gojo coming undone, utterly ruined, struggling to catch his breath. She’d never admit it to anyone but it was the hottest, most erotic display she had ever witnessed.  She regretted keeping the blindfold on, she would have loved to see his eyes as he came and the intensity behind them, she jokingly wondered if they gleamed or lit up.

As she felt him softening within her she suddenly pulled herself up, his cock flopping unceremoniously on his thigh as she reached for her hakama. The sudden loss of her warmth made him panic, he was stuttering before he remembered the rule “Sorry, I don’t normally…I’m usually…just give me a few mins…”

A finger brushed his lips, hushing him.  “You were a good little kouhai…” she whispered sensually in his ear,  “…but I win.” With that she picked up her bag and walked out the classroom, slamming the door closed.

Gojo sat there dumbfounded, hands still tied, blindfolded, with his dick hanging out of his pants, still processing what the hell just happened.

**The next morning**

Utahime wakes up the next morning to warm sunbeams caressing her eyes and face.  She turns to her clock, only to see the numbers 8:30 AM stare back at her. Stupid sun, she mumbles to herself before throwing the covers over her head, determined to sleep off her hangover after downing 2 bottles of red wine by herself last night.

The sun, however, had other plans.  Her bedroom quickly began to warm up, the sun relentless as if to say suck it bitch, get your lazy ass up.  With the windows closed it was stifling, her face under the covers not helping, she gritted her teeth before letting out an exasperated groan, must everything in her life be so infuriating??? Fuck my life.

She threw off the covers, glaring at the sun jeering through her window, before stumbling to her bathroom to take a hot shower. She was feeling particularly sore for some reason.

When she returned to her bedroom, she checked her phone only to see that the battery died at some point last night.  She recalled tossing it into her bedroom as she frantically uncorked the first wine bottle, taking a large swig before plopping herself on the sofa and switching on the baseball game.  She had finished the 2nd bottle around the 8th inning, and seeing how her home team had a significant lead she called it quits and promptly passed out on her bed without bothering to change out of her work clothes.  Whatever, it was a rough day.

She plugged her phone in the charger and turned it on, only to receive an onslaught of notification chimes.  Almost every one of them came from the same contact: “idiot kouhai”

Oh, that’s right.  She had fucked Gojo Satoru yesterday.

She threw her head back cackling as the notification chimes continued, no wonder she was extra sore this morning!  Man, that wine really did a number on me.   The 67 new notifications alert made her giddy, she imagined Gojo running around in a panic like a chicken with its head cut off, much to her amusement.

She didn’t read through all of them- they varied from simple greetings “hey senpai” and “senpai pls respond” while gradually increasing in desperation “Hello??? Senpai are you alive???” and “SENPAI SO MEAN, IGNORING ME ALL NIGHT!!!”  A bunch were missed calls, then finally the last being a voicemail.

She bit her lip at the voicemail alert, hesitating, unsure what to expect, whether she actually wanted to hear what he had to say.  If she left it alone or deleted it, and just leave things unspoken and maybe that was for the best.

Utahime deliberated for a few more seconds before deciding fuck it , and tapped the speakerphone icon.

“Hey Uta-...ermm Senpai! Ive been trying to reach you...uh...i just want to make sure...that...um...you got home ok!  Ummm...yeah...call me back when you get this- or, text me, you know….whatever you prefer.  Just...yeah. Um...talk to you later. oh! And sorry about your door. Ok. bye!

Utahime tapped her phone against her forehead, chuckling to herself.  Gojo was unintentionally adorable when he was unsure of himself, which was a rarity in itself.   As adorable as it was, she decided it was probably best not to call him back until after the weekend, to let things breathe and air out.  She’d figure out what he meant by the door later.

She saw a message from Mei Mei and Shoko each, apparently Gojo had harassed them to text her to see if she was alive, with Shoko also asking when Utahime expects to arrive at her apartment tonight.  Hmm, guess it was a blessing that asshole sun pulled her out of bed when it did, otherwise she might have run late for her train to Tokyo for their girls night out.

On her way out the door, her phone rings and she immediately picks up.

“Hey Shoko, dont worry im on my way-”

“Hey...its me”, a voice interjected that was decidedly not Shoko.

Gojo. Well, guess she’ll have to speak with him earlier than planned. 

“Oh, it's you.  What do you want?”  She asked, as blase as possible.

“I...uh, tried to call you yesterday.  I wanted to make sure everything...I mean you, were ok.”

“Yeah my phone died.  I'm good.  Anyway I'm running late and gotta get going-”

“So where are you going? You’re meeting Shoko? Can I come???” He asked in his best silly singsong voice he could muster in a lame attempt to hide his trepidation.

“Nope.” She replied curtly. “Girls night out.  Vaginas only.”

“Senpai so mean!” He cried. “That’s very exclusionist, you know.  Did you ever consider that I might identify as a woman, hmm? Does that count?”

She huffed. “Gojo, you’re not fooling anyone the way you flex your dick all around town.”

She heard a choking noise like he was taken aback, but Utahime didn’t give him a chance to respond, the conversation was over- “Anyway, I've got to go, have a good weekend byeeeeeee” and promptly hung up.

Gojo sat on his sofa, staring at his phone.  There was a bite to her words that he chose to push aside to mull over later.  He was more interested in what her plans were.  Clearly she was meeting Shoko, and she said girls night out so that implied Mei Mei would be there.

He decided to do some social media sleuthing to see what he could find out.  Mei Mei was something of an influencer, constantly posting herself in stylish outfits, sharing posts of luxury goods etc.  Her latest post was a selfie, sporting thigh-high boots and showing off a mid-thigh high black dress with long sleeves that connected across her collarbone with gold brooch and an open panel that tastefully exposed her ample chest.  <Authors note: LOL omg...i can’t describe clothes for shit> The caption under read:

Can't wait for ladies night out tonight, come out to The Nightingale Lounge @10pm to toast my girl Uta xoxo

Gojo felt his eyebrows rise. Well, that was easy. Thank god for attention-seeking, validation hungry social media whores. Not sure what they were celebrating but it didn’t matter- Utahime was coming to Tokyo, and most likely would spend the night at least.  This would make it easy to infiltrate, and innocently bump into them in the Roppangi nightlife district.

He started scheming a plan of attack when his mind started to wander, particularly to the events of yesterday afternoon. He felt himself cringe as he recalled how fast he came, how she didn't finish, what she was thinking…

He groaned, lifting his forearm to cover his eyes. It was fucking embarrassing.  He was a teenager all over again.  He needed her to know that was a fluke, she had gotten him too excited, that he could absolutely deliver in bed. He needed to prove himself to her.  If Principal Gakuganji hadn’t gotten in the way, maybe he would have caught up to her…

**Yesterday afternoon**

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Gojo never realized just how obnoxiously loud the classroom clocks could be, the ticks seem to echo across the entire school.  He sat dumbstruck for a few beats, unsure what to do.  Was she coming back? If she was, would she be mad if he freed himself? Did she really leave? Should he go chase after her or would she get mad?

He decided to risk the latter and snapped the zip tie easily, ripping the condom off and tossing it aside, frantically stuffing his half hard cock back into his pants trying to ignore the obvious discomfort. He made a dash for the door when he heard footsteps approaching, stopped short and froze.

There was a knock before the door opened and Gojo could feel his face fall as he stared directly at Principal Gakuganji’s crusty old face.

“Gojo?? What are you doing here? Where were you this afternoon?? We waited nearly an hour you arrogant punk!”

Gojo blinked. He had forgotten all about that, but he felt no remorse- not when there were more pressing matters to see to.

“Sorry not sorry, I was busy” he replied as he made a move to push past him.  Gakuganji blocked his path, stern look on his face.  “We did the courtesy of calling a meeting, you should return that courtesy by attending.  What are you doing in Iori-sensei’s classroom? Is she still here? She wanted to speak with us.”

Gojo scoffed. “Whatever old man, I do what I want.  Utahime’s not here, I was…looking for her too.  I needed to bother her about something. Not your business anyway.”

Gakuganji narrowed his eyes. “You should learn to respect the wisdom of your elders, otherwise it may lead to your downfall one day” he said evenly, clearly irritated but stepped aside to let him go. Gakuganji meant it as a threat but knew the words had no bite to Gojo.

Gojo rolled his eyes so hard his retinas strained to keep them falling out of their sockets. He didn’t bother dignifying Gakuganji with a response, as he simply turned and walked off with his trademark giggle he knew pissed people off.

When he got outside, Utahime was nowhere to be seen.  When he checked for her cursed energy and found nothing, his shoulders fell. She really did leave. Fucking cockblocking old man he sighed, irritated, his cock crusty from the condom.

The condom. Gojo’s eyes widened.  He threw it haphazardly in her classroom somewhere…if Gakuganji or someone else saw it…oh god, what would they think? That he jacks off in her classroom when she’s not there? Or worse yet, Utahime fucking around with her students?

He made a mad sprint back, poking his head down the hallway to see if Gakuganji was still there.  The coast clear, he made his way to the door only to find it locked. FUCKING Gakuganji Gojo seethed, he was so frustrated he simply punched through the door without thinking and turned the lock.  His eyes scanned the room, thankfully it landed somewhere not in plain sight.

He spent the next 10 mins searching, getting more irritated by the second. Where the fuck was it?? he straightened up with a frustrated groan.  What a day. He looked out the window, dusk was settling in comfortably, almost mocking him as he realized it was taking him far too long to find this stupid condom.

As he frowned at the sky, his eyes fell on a white splotch on the glass.  His frown deepened.

He approached the splotch which was directly above the classroom fish tank, pausing mid step before throwing his head back and unleashing a loud, frustrated yell that lasted several seconds.

his

jizz

was

EVERYWHERE!!!!

Painted all over the window behind the fish tank, all over the fish tank, the plants surrounding the fish tank.  The condom was floating proudly on the surface of the water, laughing at him. Gojo had unintentionally Jackson Pollocked the fuck out of Utahime’s classroom, the signature of their tryst everywhere.

He hung his head, sighing deeply.  He couldn’t lie, he was almost proud of the sheer amount of cum he managed to produce, but he much preferred if it was painting the walls of her cunt than her classroom.

He set to work cleaning, he knew she would be furious if she found it but foremost he did not want her facing a scandal with the school administration.  He felt the need, no, compelled to protect her ever since that day…he shook his head.  He hated thinking about that day. Finding her. The sheer amount of blood. He'd much rather be cleaning his cum away than her blood.

He grimaced, focusing on his task which took him at least 20 mins, burning all the tissues he used from her desk with cursed energy.  Wiping his hands, his eyes fell on her desk drawer.  Curiosity got the best of him, hand fidgeting as it hovered over the handle, deliberating.

Suddenly, he remembered the reason why he had even sought her out in the first place.  He patted his chest, feeling for the small package in his coat. While he hoped she liked it, he was thankful he got it as it served a perfect excuse to snoop.

He slid the drawer open and quirked an eyebrow.  There was a package of zipties, as expected, and an opened box of condoms which appeared to be only half full, much to his chagrin.  But then his eyes fell on a tin box, for an expensive matcha tea brand.  He had gifted her such a box years ago when they were younger, and while it could have been any box he sincerely hoped it was his.

He opened it to see a small pile of his favorite candies.  A goofy grin bloomed across his face as he recalled the memories associated with them.  How she introduced the candies to him. How when one time he was being extra annoying to her, she reached into her pocket and threw a handful of said candies one way, yelling “LOOK GOJO, CANDY!!!” while running the opposite direction.  It didn’t work, but it certainly bought her a few seconds as he laughed at her ingenuity.

He plucked one out and popped it in his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor. As sweet as it was, he was sure Utahime tasted far sweeter.  With that, he placed the small package where she could easily find it.

As he stepped out of the classroom, he paused and turned to look at her office chair. He sincerely hoped, prayed that would not be their first time would not be the last, sheepishly glancing at the damaged door on his way out.

**Later that night**

Gojo arrived at The Nightingale Lounge around 10:25pm, if he knew the ladies as well as he thought he did, they definitely would be fashionably late.  As he waited he did some recon in the lobby, near the stairs leading down to the lounge, he wondered if they were meeting anyone else and scanned the crowds.

Normally he dressed to the nines when he went out; he always loved to make an impression and wasn’t shy about it.  But this time he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, so he opted for a simple loose fitted v neck black t-shirt and jeans, muting his silver mop with a wool beanie and his crystal blue eyes with his trademark sunglasses. He still wanted to look fuckable, but casually so, as if he was out but not on a date.  He still got quite a few stares from the ladies and several gents, but he ignored them.

He waited 20 mins but didn’t see them arrive.  He checked his phone, Mei Mei hadn’t updated since earlier which was odd, he felt the only time she wouldn’t was if she didn’t have cellular service.

Wait…the lounge was downstairs, underground basically…could they already be there? Annoyed with himself for not checking earlier, he made his way down, pushing the door open only to hear the most angelic, euphonious singing ever to reach his ears.  He stood in the doorway, stunned not only what he was hearing, but what he saw. <Author's note: Stop reading and listen to the song I mentioned if you haven't already!!!>

I've got you...

under my skin

I've got you...

deep in the heart of me

Utahime was on the stage, bathed in the brilliant light of the spotlight, swaying as she cradled the microphone on its stand, as if she were tenderly singing a lullaby to an infant.

She looked incredible, almost ethereal.  Dressed in a blue satin drape asymmetric strap midi dress with a cowl neckline <Authors note: i didn’t even try lol just google this exact phrase and try telling me Utahime wouldn't slay in that dress>, it did her every favor- showcasing her body while leaving plenty to the imagination.

Gojo’s eyes were drawn to her bare shoulders and collarbones, he never saw them as she always spotted her Miko outfit around him…he couldn’t help himself as he imagined his lips and tongue tracing all over them.  He was so weak for exposed shoulders and necklines, there was nothing more erotic.  But as much as he mentally salivated just how good she looked, her voice- her voice was on a whole other level.

So deep in my heart,

that you're really a part of me...

I've got you under my skin

He stood there, mesmerized.  It was as if she was singing directly to him, only to him.  Wave of calm washed over him as she continued, he felt every muscle in his body relax, untense.  It almost felt like he was dreaming, or in a trance.  He had never been more enthralled by anything in his life.

I'd tried so,

not to give in...

I said to myself,

this affair never will go so well...

But why should I try to resist,

when baby I know so well...

I've got you under my skin

He vaguely felt a tug on his right sleeve, he ignored it until a hand wrapped around his forearm. He snapped his head at the intrusion to see a girl in a mini dress cupping her hand to her mouth:

“You gotta move! You're standing in the doorway!”

Gojo realized he had frozen right when he entered, he probably should move as he didn’t want to be spotted.  The girl tugged at him, leading him towards the bar.  He followed as it was quite crowded and provided ample cover. The girl turned and looked up at him, cupping her hand again.

“Hi I’m Keiko!”

Gojo wasn’t in the mood to engage, he wanted to immerse himself with Utahime.

“Hello” He said, blandly.  He didn’t bother offering his name.

“So…” she batted her eyelashes “...wanna buy me a drink?” She asked coquettishly, a routine she seemed all too familiar with.

Gojo jerked his arm back instantly, nearly recoiling from her.  The nerve, this chick interrupted him witnessing Utahime and expected him to reward her for that??

The girl backed off at his reaction, a wounded look flashed across her face before she threw her hands up. “Whoa relax mister, you can say no.”  Gojo sighed. He didn’t mean to be so dramatic, but she was irritating him.  “Here” he handed her a 10,000 yen bill, “it’s on me as long as you and any friends with you leave me alone for the rest of the night.”

The girl looked at the note, then him, then shrugged as she plucked it from his fingers and made her way to the bar.  He huffed, hoping for no more distractions as he turned to the stage again.

Utahime had finished her song, much to his chagrin, and was casually chatting with the audience.  She exuded this bewitching, sultry persona on stage- he had never seen this side of her before.  He wondered what else he didn’t know about her, what else she hid from him or chose not to let him see.  Who are you? The thought, the unknown gnawed at his mind…it seemed there was so much to Utahime he was completely in the dark about, despite knowing each other for over two decades.  He was determined to uncover everything there was to know about her.

“Alright my loves, it’s been fun as always.  You’ll have to excuse me though, I have some friends from out of town and the plan tonight is to get blasted” Gojo hears whoops and whistles from the left side of the stage, he traced the cheers to see Mei Mei and Shoko at a VIP table, drinks in hand.  So everyone did arrive on time, lamenting on how he missed most of her show due to a bad call on his part.  Did he even really know anyone anymore?

“Until next time folks, y’all have a goodnight!”

The room filled with applause as Utahime got up and walked down the stage stairs, waving her hands in the air as she did a little victory dance towards the VIP table.  Their table was littered with drinks, and empty glasses- they had been here a while.

Gojo deliberated on approaching them. As he struggled for an excuse as to why he was there, he saw three middle-aged men in business suits approach their table with an expensive looking champagne bottle.  A chat went on and the ladies made room for the men to join them.  Gojo frowned but watched from a distance.

He saw Utahime whisper into the ear of the man closest to her, who promptly gestured for the waitress. She returned with a tray of what looked like six Old Fashioned cocktails and a box of cigars.  His frown deepened as the man handed Utahime a glass and cigar, the latter she accepted by parting her mouth slightly and allowing him to place it in her lips.  He seethed as the man lit it for her, almost cupping her face.

Gojo was not enjoying the display in front of him- Mei Mei and Shoko laughing amongst these loser suits, the one with a death wish slyly sliding his arm over Utahime’s bare shoulders.  She looked pointedly at his arm, then at the man's face before giving him a flirty wink.  Gojo was not amused.  Far from it.

This carried on for another 30 mins, his blood boiling at dangerous temperatures but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.  Finally the ladies all rose from their chairs with their purses, it seemed they were about to leave the club. The men rose with them, grabbing the untouched champagne bottle and followed the ladies towards the stairs.

Gojo turned his back to remain unseen, then followed shortly behind.  The group was outside, sans one of the men.  Gojo snuck amongst the crowd towards the far end of the entrance.  He was going to make his move, there was no way this fucker was going home with her.  He’d murder for far less.

With the ladies standing with their backs towards him, he called out:

“Oi! Senpai!!! Shoko! Mei Mei!”

All three spin around simultaneously, searching the crowd- but all his eyes were on Utahime, and he was not prepared for what he saw as her eyes met his. Nor could he ever forget it- he would remember until his dying day.

She smiled the most exquisite smile, slow to crest but quickly grew with brilliance- her eyes shining with unbidden joy.  She was so happy…so happy to see him.

“Gojo-kuuuuuuuuuuuun!!!” she squealed happily, making a dash for him and throwing her arms around his neck.  “What are you doing here?”, genuinely ecstatic to see him.

Gojo was stunned speechless but instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist; she smelled of cigar smoke and whiskey but he didn’t give a fuck, relishing the warmth of her body pressed to his.

Mei Mei and Shoko strolled forward. “Indeed Gojo, what are you doing here?”  Mei Mei coyly inquired. Shoko merely took a long drag from her cigarette with one eyebrow cocked.

He looked up briefly and opened his mouth but no words came out as he looked back at Utahime- her expression was one of unadulterated joy and she never looked so lovely. He never wanted to kiss her so badly; he moved to do so before he could stop himself when she suddenly jerked her head back. Her expression changed on a flip of a dime to suspicion.

“Wait a minute…” she drawled out, clearly inebriated, “I know why you’re here.”

Gojo froze like a deer in headlights…she had him pegged and would accept the consequences, but when she unraveled her arms from his neck he almost protested, he didn’t want to let her go. Ever.

She removed his hands from her waist, tossing them away, looking back up at him with her hands on her hips and targeting him with a disapproving glare.

He swallowed thickly, waiting for the onslaught.

“You’re not going to find many single girls here Gojo, it’s mainly couples tonight. You should try Samba House. Talent should be better there.” She waved her hand dismissively.

He balked. “Wha- no, Utah- err, senpai! I’m not here for that!” he protested, “I’m just….I was bored and wanted to see what the scene was like in Roppangi!  But it's a good thing I did because I found you…girls…” he added, in an attempt to cover himself.

Utahime cocked an eyebrow at him.  “You were bored huh? So you were looking to score? Well as a fellow colleague also on the hunt, allow me to give you a hot tip- look elsewhere because the pickings are slim.”

Gojo opened his mouth to protest again when the man that was all over Utahime returned, champagne bottle in one hand and a package of cups in the other.  “Oi, Utahime-san! Got the cups, shall we have a toast on our way to the club?”

Gojo eyed the man with daggers but Utahime turned, telling him to pop it and pour her a cup. Gojo quickly grasped her forearm, whirling her back towards him.

“Senpai, I think you had enough, you can barely stand.  I can take you home…or…you can come home with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll be…I’ll be your good little kouhai.” His suggestion came off as a plea, he couldn't hide the earnestness in his voice.

Utahime blinked at his hand at her forearm, before looking him square in the eyes.

“Gojo, you go have your fun and I’ll go have mine.”

She jerked her arm away and walked towards the men, leaving him stupefied.  Mei Mei simply gave him a pointed look before looking up towards the tree branches above her where several crows perched, watching the scene below.  A warning not to follow as she’ll be watching, as she walked away.

Shoko was last to move off only because she was lighting another cigarette.  Gojo quickly grabbed her shoulder- “Oi Shoko, Utahime is really drunk.  She might not be thinking straight, she’s a mess.  You...you should really take her home.  Probably best to call it a night.”   The implication of his concern is heavy in the air.

Shoko took a long drag and exhaled it towards his face.  “Utahime’s a big girl Gojo, she can handle herself.  Why have you always struggled to see that?” With that, she rejoined the group as the champagne bottle popped making a mess; the ladies shrieking with delight.

Gojo just stood there, stunned in disbelief.  He could only watch as they walked off, laughing and having a good time without him, his master plan he spent all afternoon crafting to get closer with Utahime spectacularly backfiring in his face. 

Tonight was not his night, not by a long shot.

[when-the-day-met-the-night]

The Queen of All my Dreams

Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Y/N), Mentions of Sam

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, Oral sex, Masturbation, Language, Sad!Dean (just a little bit)

Summary: Dean and Sam had a rough hunt. All Dean wants to do is get home to his girl.

Word Count:1,897 (a mere drabble hahaha)

Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so it may be garbage. I need to thank @helvonasche and @madamelibrarian for all their help and support. You guys are the shit.

P.S.

If you like this and want to be added to my tag list, (that has like two people on it) let me know. There will be more fics soon and feel free to request things.

xoxo - Laney

Dean’s POV

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was a simple, salt and burn. Shit we could do in our sleep… Sam and I had done all the research, but something wasn’t right when it came down to it. There was something different about this vengeful spirit and a girl almost lost her goddamn life… and it was my fault. Things like this have been happening way too often during easy hunts…

I was brought out of my thoughts by the song on the radio. Ramble On by Zeppelin… her favorite song.

“Gotta find the queen of all my dreams...”

God damn was she the queen of all my dreams. Y/N had something about her that always brought me back to Earth when I felt like all I ever did was fuck things up. All I wanted to do was get home to her.

Y/N wasn’t a hunter, but she knew about the things Sam and I did. She knew that there were dangers around every corner, but she didn't care. Like an idiot, I even tried to make her leave. But she never faltered, even when I said some of the nastiest things to her. Deep down inside, she knew I didn’t mean them. That’s what I love about Y/N, she can always see right through my bullshit.

I sighed as I thought about Y/N… Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam glance over to me. We hadn’t said a word to each other after we got in the car and we probably wouldn’t. I didn't want to talk, I just needed to get back to Y/N.

“I’m goin’ around the world, I gotta find my girl…”

9 pm rolled around and we finally made it back to the bunker. I’d never been happier to hear the iron door slam behind me. Shuffling down the metal stairs, Sam and I went our separate ways; Him to his room. Me, to my girl.

I peeked my head in the door to make sure I didn’t come barreling in and wake Y/N up, but there she sat, in her favorite tank top and boxer shorts, reading some trashy chick book… God she was beautiful. I dropped my bag by the desk and the door softly shut behind me.

I slowly moved toward the bed, kicking off my boots with each step. She softly said, “Hey Deano.” Deano… I loved it when she called me Deano… Without a word, I slowly climbed into bed and curled up by Y/N. I noticed the cadence of her breathing and slowed my own to match her pace.

I rubbed my hand up her soft thigh and laid my face in her lap as she continued to read. Her body was so comfortable and relaxed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her peek over her book at me. I closed my eyes trying to hide the tears that started to well up. She was home to me and I couldn’t help the emotion that overwhelmed me when I was with her, especially after that horrific hunt.

Noticing my tears, Y/N slowly laid her book down and said softly, “Bad hunt?” All I could do was nod against her thighs. I couldn’t speak, because I knew if I did, I would break.

I felt her tiny hands move to my scalp. Y/N knew that scratching my head always helped me relax. She was so giving of herself to try to make me feel better, no matter what the circumstances were. I sighed and relaxed into her touch, mumbling, “I need you, Y/N/N.”

Y/N made me sit up, as she shimmied out from underneath me. I slid over to sit on the side of the bed, feeling Y/N move on the bed behind me. Her gentle hands rubbed over my shoulders, tugging at the material of my flannel. “Let’s get this off.” she said. Pulling my arms out of my flannel, she moved her hands down my back, gently applying pressure to my tight muscles. Unconsciously, my back muscles relaxed and I exhaled the breath I was holding in. Her hands traveled to the hem of my undershirt and I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head.

Humming as I felt her lips graze the shell of my ear, she nipped at my earlobe a few times and giggled as she moved down to the soft spot under my ear.

Y/N ran her tongue over the sensitive spot under my ear and gently sucked the skin into her mouth. As she continued to suck on my neck, I noticed her hands progress down my back, to my hips, where they came to rest at the junction of my thighs. I could barely feel her soft touch through my jeans. I grunted as she moved her mouth to my shoulder continuing to suck and nip at my skin. I had to get her in front of me so I could see her. Y/N hands migrated towards my rapidly hardening cock and began to palm me through my jeans. I quickly grabbed her hand and stilled her palm on my erection. “C’mere Y/N/N.” Keeping her hand in it’s place, I felt her move around my side, coming to stand in between my thighs. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I said, taking her figure in.

Her face was bare, no makeup in sight. She had that glimmer in her eye and the little upturn of the corner of her mouth she always got when she got worked up. I raised my hand to caress her face and she stood in front of me. Without a word, she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. I raised her shirt up over her head, exposing her bare chest. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, letting my teeth lightly scrape the sensitive skin. Y/N moaned, moving her hands to my head again. Pulling my head into her chest, I heard Y/N cry out as I sucked a purple mark into her breast. I needed to be inside her, now. But she had different plans.

Y/N pulled away from me and stepped out of her boxers, exposing her entire body to me. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” I said, as my cock throbbed at the sight of her fully naked body.  

“Shhh…” she said, in a soft and sultry voice. Before I could get my hands on her again, Y/N sank to her knees in between my legs. “Let me take care of you Dean.” Fuck, I need her so bad.

Slow enough to kill me, Y/N unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, along with my boxers and threw them into the corner of the room. Running her tiny hands up my thighs, I looked down and the woman that I loved and knew that I was the luckiest man in the whole fucking world. She took me in her hand and slowly pumped my cock. Y/N reached with her other hand and cupped my balls, making my eyes flutter shut.

I barely heard her say, “Deano, look at me.” I opened my eyes and locked on to her Y/E/C eyes. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in and licked a broad stripe up the underside of my cock. Swirling her tongue around the head, she hummed in satisfaction. She loved the way I tasted...

Y/N continued to stroke my cock as she let some of her spit run off her lips, slicking the way for her hand. Finally, her mouth made contact with my cock and I immediately melted into the bed. Falling back on my arms, I kept my head up so I could see Y/N. Taking me all the way in her mouth, I felt the back of her throat contract around my cock. I could see the pleasure building up in her face, as she was enjoying this as much as I was. Keeping one hand on my length and continuing to take all of me in her mouth, I saw Y/N’s hand drift down in between her legs. “Fuck, baby girl.” I said, watching her begin to rub her clit at the same pace she was sucking my cock. Soon, I could hear the wet sounds coming from her pussy. She loved getting off on getting me off. She began to slow down her movements on my cock as she came. I held out my hand to pull her up off of the floor and into my lap.

Panting from her orgasm, Y/N collapsed into my arms. I reached for her small fingers and sucked them into my mouth, cleaning them of her sweet juices. “Y/N, look at me.” I said softly. Y/N looked up at me through her hooded eyes and hummed in response. “I love you… so goddamn much, let me show you how much you mean to me.”

Y/N reached her hand up to cup my face and whispered, “I love you too Deano, so so much.” I was home.

Settling into the sheets of our bed, I positioned myself over Y/N’s petite frame. Running her nails over my chest, Y/N spread open her legs, giving me access to her pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock through her soaked folds a few times, teasing her just a little. She shot me a frustrated look and I chuckled, “Sorry.” Y/N pulled my face down and kissed my lips. She always tasted like cinnamon gum, which she chewed all the damn time. “Y’ready?” I asked as I pulled away from her lips.

“Always, Deano.”

Lining myself up with Y/N, I slowly slid into her, feeling her walls contract around my pulsing cock. It took everything I had not to cum as soon as I was fully seated inside her. Y/N moaned as I slowly pulled out of her, quickly thrusting back in again. Y/N gasped for air as I began to pound into her. “Breathe baby” I cooed as I continued to speed up my thrusts. It wasn’t long before Y/N was cumming all over my cock and soon it would be my turn. Continuing my movements, Y/N grabbed onto my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Cum inside me Dean, I need you.” That did it for me. A few thrusts later I reached my apex and flooded her cunt.

Still inside her, I rolled Y/N over on top of me. Brushing the hair out of her face and lightly grazing my fingers along her back, I thought about how bad I needed Y/N. She was the woman I loved, the one who was always there, no matter how shitty things got and I didn't want her to go anywhere. Man, was she really the queen of all my dreams. “Hey, Y/N/N…” I whispered.

“Hmmmm…?” she said sleepily.

“Marry me.”

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