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âsuguruâfuckkkâŠâ the words slipped past your lips as you rode your fiancĂ©âs massive cock, blindfolded and with your hands tied.
âsssshh, baby. you wouldnât want to wake the girls, would you?â
oh no, you definitely wouldnât. having the girls catch youâtheir soon-to-be motherâand their father in such a filthy, compromising position was definitely not part of the plan.
âbutâbutâŠâ the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, and once again, you questioned how youâd ended up like this. yet every time suguruâs cock hit that sensitive, pleasure-filled spot inside you, all your thoughts evaporated.
god, it felt so good.
you had always welcomed your fiancĂ©âs cock with greedy enthusiasm. the way your warm, snug walls clenched around his cock made it impossible not to surrender yourself as his little plaything, eager to do anything he wanted.
âs-shitâŠâ suguru leaned his head back, groaning. âjust like that, baby. ride my cock so hard that tomorrow morningâughâevery step you take reminds you of this moment.â his head lolled against the back of the couch, one hand moving to toy with your sensitive nipple.
this was torture. exquisite, mind-numbing torture. with your hands bound and your vision stolen, you were utterly at his mercy, drunk on the way his massive cock stretched you open. and the way he pinched and played with your nipple only heightened the intoxicating pleasure.
âsuguâbabyâŠâ your head tilted back as a loud moan spilled from your lips. you had no strength left to keep going. your hips had been rolling against his cock with quick, rhythmic movements, but the effort was taking its toll.
âoh, is my baby getting tired?â his teasing drawl sent a flood of heat to your cheeks, and you cursed softly under your breath.
his large fingers were still playing with your nipple, alternating between gentle strokes and firm squeezes. sometimes, heâd roll it between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
he was entirely in control.
âguess I canât let my fiancĂ©e wear herself out, huh?â in one smooth motion, suguru pulled you flush against his chest, the hand that had been tormenting your nipple now gripping your waist. he started thrusting into you, deep and hard.
his pace was relentless, his thick cock filling you up in a way that made you want to melt into him forever. the soft, velvety tip kept brushing against your g-spot with every thrust, making you wish you could stay like thisâutterly wrecked and ruined by him. but the need to keep quiet gnawed at the back of your mind. if you got too loud, the girls might wake up. so, desperate to muffle your moans, you bit into his left shoulder.
âfuckinâ feral girl⊠hah, you know that only turns me on more, donât you?â one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling your head up from his shoulder. his lips crashed onto yours in a bruising, desperate kiss.
there was nothing gentle about it. suguruâs tongue invaded your mouth, his kisses hungry and wild, claiming every inch of you. you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer, but your hands were still bound behind you.
even as his lips devoured yours, his hips never faltered. each deep, rough thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, his cock pushing deeper, harder. the slick mix of his precum and your arousal dripped down your thighs, evidence of how completely he owned you in this moment.
suguru geto always fucked you like he worshipped every inch of you.
when he finally broke away from the kiss, gasping for air, you managed to stammer, âyouâre too fast⊠c-can you just slowââ
âslow down? not a chance, baby. I know youâre close. fuckâthis pussy is going to be the death of me⊠FUCK.â he yanked you tighter against him, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, his growls vibrating through your skin. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into you with a feral intensity.
âcome for meâfuckâcome all over my cock, baby⊠OH GODââ his voice broke into a guttural groan as you felt his thick, hot release flood you. the warmth of it sent you over the edge, your walls clamping down around him as you came with a cry muffled against his shoulder.
neither of you moved, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. his cock remained buried inside you, still twitching slightly as the aftershocks ran through both of your bodies. your hands were still bound, your vision stolen by the blindfold, leaving you completely at his mercy.
pressing his lips softly to your ear, he whispered, his voice low and rough, âmerry christmas, my soon-to-be wife.â his fingers brushed over the silky ribbon tying your wrists, the same one heâd used to bind his favorite present of the nightâyou.
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đđđđđ, fetishes & turn ons . . . đđ đđ .á
â SYNOPSIS [ wcïč893 ] gojo, geto, toji, sukuna & what i think some of their kinks would be.
â CONTENT [ mdniïčdead dove ] afab! reader. oral (f), overstimulation, p in v, begging, teasing, praise & degrading, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, daddy kink, nippleplay, consensual non con.
GOJO . . . enjoys overstimulation, especially when it comes to giving you head. your clit is already sensitive to the touch, so much so that he cannot place a finger on your bare clit without you gasping and squirming, shooting sensations pulsing from that area. he has to rub you over your clitoral hood, so that thereâs at least a soft, cushiony barrier between your most sensitive parts, and his roughened thumb; but when it comes to his mouth, itâs just heavenly. the way he laps you up, tongue peeking into your hole as deep as it will go, pushing in a finger as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and swirling. after a bit, you start to get overwhelmed, the sensations coming from your abdomen making you squirm almost out of his grip. âmmhnnn.â satoru shakes his head slightly, wrapping strong arms around your already shaking thighs. âplease, no more, i canât take it.â you plead with him, just before his mouth releases your clit with a wet and sloppy âpopâ before telling you, âyouâll take as much as i want you to. youâre mine.â viciously sucking at you until youâve came, again and again.
GETO . . . likes cockwarming. sometimes it was while he was on the game, noticing you walking around the house in damn near nothing, whistling to get your attention. he would pull his shorts down just enough, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. of course you had no issue with this, discarding your panties to go sit on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside of you. sometimes you would wiggle around and earn a harsh slap to your ass, or what he could reach of it. other times he was thrusting into you after losing, or even winning a match. you didnât mind, as long as he was giving you attention. sometimes cockwarmimg geto was a little different, like when he is tired and needy, snuggling with you in bed. he can feel your ass pressed against him, and whether you were trying or not, you made him hard. sometimes he will pull off his shorts, sticking the tip against you and if youâre wet enough, it slides right in. you can hear him hum softly, settling in, feeling the warmth of your walls, he wraps his arms around you to sleep for the night. once he wakes in the morning, and realizes his cock is still hard and inside of you, he fucks you awake.
TOJI . . . has a daddy kink, ironically. it started off as just a joke, him calling himself big daddy, or telling you he was your daddy; and at first, you didnât know how to feel about it, but weeks of thinking, and possibly some subliminal conditioning from your lovely, perverted boyfriend had changed your mind. âdo it, slut.â he was hovered over you, tip of his cock pressed against your slick hole, teasing, but only enough to have you frustrated and almost begging. he wouldnât put it in untilâ âsay it.â he demanded of you, hand coming up to grip your soft cheeks, keeping your focus on him. you wanted to, but it felt so foreign on your tongue, saying it when you were alone just to get a taste of the word in your mouth. âdaddy?â you finally let it slip, your voice light and airy, the word coming out almost as if it were a question. âthatâs it, good. say it again, like you mean it.â less demanding this time, but he still wouldnât put it in until he was satisfied, and he could tell it was bothering you. the way you wiggled your hips and tried your best to push yourself down onto his cock, but it was useless in that position, lying on your back you were helpless beneath him. âdaddy please.â this time it sounded better, more natural as the words just fell off of your tongue, begging him to finally wreck you; to which he did, until you were a crying and cumming mess.
SUKUNA . . . likes cnc. he rather enjoys watching you squirm and cry beneath him, begging for him to stop. youâve already established a safeword, and he always confirms it before going into a scene; knowing that if that word fell from your lips, he would stop immediately. âbaby, whatâs your safeword?â he asks you, and once you respond he begins to push himself onto you, feeling up your thighs, squishing soft skin and pushing his rough fingers between the warmth of them. âplease..â you whimper, knowing it turns him on to hear you beg. he ignores you, his free hand pulling your tank top down to reveal your chest and already budding nipples. with his head dipping down to put one in his mouth, his other hand worked his way up your thighs and right against your panties. âplease, stop!â you protest, gasping at the feeling of his teeth, nipping and sucking before releasing their grip, his fingers down below pushing past the fabric of lace, plunging themselves into your sweet dripping hole. âyou know you want this, thatâs why you donât fight me.â the man snickered at your obedience, the way your hole clenched around his fingers when he spoke. ârelax, enjoy this.â he hums, pumping his fingers in and out until youâre begging for him to let you cum.
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*:ïŸâ§ sweet like sugar venom
jinx x fem!reader | nsfw
there are many unexpectedly rewarding things about going out with a girl who is mostly seen as nothing but an enemy of the publicâ a menace to everybody that she doesnât feel deserves her kindness.
of course, there are ways she expresses her fondness and respect for those who she deems deserving, like silco and sevika (and sometimes thieram, if he can talk to her long enough without becoming visibly uncomfortable by some of the things she says).
but, it seems youâve been granted the most special treatment by jinx as she learns the ropes of affection and becomes acquainted with the idea of being loved, and showing love in return.
youâve gotten used to finding trinkets made of scrap metal marked with a signature paint that is unmistakably done by her, or small music boxes that play an off-key rendition of a song sheâd overheard you listening to. sometimes, you get to keep them. other times, they explode into a plume of colorful smoke with a reverberating bang.
youâve also gotten used to her odd compliments. she may not be the best with her words, but one thing is for certainâ sheâs never been hesitant to say whatâs on her mind, even if her idea of a compliment often leaves you bewildered more than anything.
regardless of how she shows her love, youâre often discovering new depths to how sweet she can be.
how sweet she is when she hugs you, as if itâs the last time sheâll ever see you every time she gets her arms around you.
how sweet she is when she kisses you, feeling the giddy smile on her lips as they intertwine with yours.
how sweet she tastes, melting like chocolate under your tongue, one hand gripping the sheets of your bed while the other holds a fistful of your hair.
if it were your choice, youâd stay like this foreverâ kneeling between her trembling thighs that fight against the tough grip your hands have on them, struggling to keep her legs spread for you while you work your magic. itâs a luxury thatâs reserved especially for you, a rare showcase of vulnerability that nobody else gets to see.
it makes you feel worthy, and oddly possessive.
âjust like that!â she cries out, fingers gripping your hair hard enough to make you groan. you love how vocal she is. how controlling she tries to be, even when youâre the one in control. âfuck, iâmâ iâm gonnaââ
you wrap your lips around her clit and snake one of your hands down her stomach, brushing over the goosebumps that follow, and slowly ease your middle finger inside of her. with a single curl upwards into that spot that makes her see stars every time, your hear her let out a long gasp, see her legs tense up as her back arches impossibly high off the bed, and wince at the feeling of her nearly pulling the hair out of your head with how hard she tugs it.
when she finally eases up, jinxâs body goes visibly limp, left in the silent bliss of a post-orgasmic daze. that is, until she gasps when you going back for moreâ ducking down further to lick up some of the sticky mess she made and moaning at the taste. the vibration makes her choke out a quiet whimper, throat awfully sore from all the screams youâd pulled from the depths of her bare chest.
you donât let up until she uses a much more gentle, yet firm grip on your hair to pull you away. it isnât surprising for her to see that signature look on your face; a mix between smugness and pure adoration.
you prop yourself up on your hands and lean down to press your lips to hers, ensuring she can taste herself, only because you know the effect it has on her. she uses the last bit of her otherwise endless stamina to grab your shoulders and flip you onto your back, quickly shuffling to lay herself on top of you with a low growl.
âdonât get overzealous on me, now,â you joke, looking up at her mischievous grin with a skeptical expression. âif you start something, you have to finish it.â
âfinish you, you mean?â she tilts her head, frizzy blue hair falling like curtains around your face. one of her hands trails up to your throat, gently wrapping around it and applying enough pressure for you to go pliant beneath her. âyou know i donât like it when you underestimate me.â
you reach up and place your hand over hers, squeezing it as a notion for her to tighten her grip, and she gives you a toothy smile, her eyes wide and observant. so sweet. âi know.â
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don't talk about it á°á© j.sc
warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!
wc. 5k
summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.
Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.
He was so large that you couldnât resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.
Except for the times it did.
âYouâre so stupid sometimes, oh my god!â You shouted at your so-called âbest friend,â shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasnât like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.
If weâre being honest, you two have been drinking. Itâs not like youâre shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.
"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldnât stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.
âLet go,â You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a âHm?â as he does so, challenging you.
âChill out first.â That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.Â
There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldnât stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadnât known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you wouldâve ditched him when you two graduated high school.
But you didnât. Now, youâre stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.
âI wonât chill out! I wonât! What you did was fucking rude!â You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. Itâs what he does when heâs annoyed and holding himself back, beating someoneâs ass. Itâs a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someoneâs ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. Youâve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.
Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when youâd see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than youâd like to admit. Sungchan didnât hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that youâre not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.
âGet your hand out of my face,â Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you werenât deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.
âNo. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.â
âI wasnât fucking rude,â Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you donât move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.
You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.
âYou had no right-â
âYou were never going to talk to him if I didnât! Youâre a chicken-â
âIâm not a fucking chickenââOh my god, donât call me a bird.â
âYouâre such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. âTook you months to even say hi to him, and thatâs because-â
âShut up.â
âThatâs because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!â Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldnât hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchanâs friends; half of the people youâve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.
âNow, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,â Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because theyâre true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. âYou should be thanking me. Youâre so ungrateful for everything-â
You lunged at him. You swear you donât have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an âOof!â sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. Heâd flip you two over, and itâd be done. You couldnât let him win this. You couldnât do it. You had to prove it to him.
You donât know what it was, but you had to prove it.
You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.
âNot fair-â He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.
âShut up. Shut the fuck up,â You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldnât believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didnât think youâd get this far. Youâre not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. âCanât fucking stand you, you know that? Youâre such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.â You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesnât say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.
You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.
âHello? Say something!â You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You wonât lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.
âMy dick just twitched.âÂ
Oh.
âExcuse me?â You couldnât think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.
"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."
You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. Thereâs a tension growing between the two of you that youâve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchanâs embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what heâd look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds heâd make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under hisââJesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.
âLikeâŠSeriously?â Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.
You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. Youâve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girlsâ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. Youâre his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know youâre pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but youâre still caught off guard by it all.
Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchanâs hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.
Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.
Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.
The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.
You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.
âTake it off.â
And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking SungchanââHoly shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. Youâve thought about it before. How could you not? Heâs beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You wouldâve never guessed youâd be on top, but itâs not like you canât get into it for Sungchan. Youâd do anything for Sungchan.
"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that heâs always been considerate, even when heâs on the verge of losing control.
"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.
Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but canât bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.
Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You donât argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.
His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.
He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like heâs looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.
With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. Youâre immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like heâs in a trance, staring at you like youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. You canât tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like youâre boiling from the inside out. It aches, but itâs so intoxicating that you want more of it.
You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. Youâre so wet for him. Itâs almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.
Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.
"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a momentâs hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.
âFuck,â Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.
âFeels good, Sungie?â You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you donât want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and youâd do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.
Then, his hips roll into yours.
Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.
Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself youâre just dreaming it.
You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. Youâre fucking your roommate on your living room floorââYouâre fucking your best friend on your living room floor.
Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.
Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchanâs cock against your walls.
"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. âShouldâve fucked you soon, hm?â Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You canât help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way heâs stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.
Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like itâs his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds youâre making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.
He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.
You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.Â
Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.
You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.
Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"
Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That wasâŠ"
"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.
âYeahâŠThat was crazy,â You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that youâre both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you canât drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.
So, instead, you close your eyes.
Youâll deal with it in the morning.
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pair: boss!sunghoon ă
employee!f!reader | warnings: smut, secret relationship, age gap (sunghoon is 10 years older), semi-public s.x (?), hoon is a needy boi, coercion, quickies, dirty talk, piv, no lube, no protection (donât be like them!) | words: 1.4k
imagine boss!sunghoon being so needy n desperate for you at all times, he just canât seem to keep his hands off you.. just needs to cop a feel whenever he can bc heâs that obsessed w you ;( heâs also willing to skip important business meetings just so he can bring you into his office when no oneâs around and have you bent over his deskâ loving the way your curves hug the work uniform in all the right places..
this is my very first ever post on enhablr !
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âplease?â sunghoonâs desperation grew as time went on, nothing but lust clouding his judgement. he had you pushed up against his desk, caging his arms around the slope of your waist, hindering you from any retaliation, utterly defenseless in his hold.
âi promise iâll be super quick..!â he pleads even more, pressing wet kisses all over your face, his pouty lips still lingering along the rim of your jaw afterwards. âjust need you, so so sooo bad.â
sunghoon has been ânegotiatingâ with you for the past ten-ish or so minutes, playing every trick in the book he possibly can in getting you to fold like a sunday lawn chair for him. what may have prompted all this you wonder ? well, he simply got hard at the sight of you and now youâre the one in âtroubleâ because he canât function while being bricked up at work. you two had an odd relationship to say the least⊠he was your boss, the man you reported to every day and pick up his morning coffee before he arrives at 8 AM sharp, but you also sleep with him sometimes?? (you thought it would be just a one off occurrence but sunghoon wanted it to be a more frequent, fwb type of deal..)
you were seriously hoping that heâd leave you alone today, you had a lot of work that needed to get done within a short timeframe and distractions werenât going to do you any good, however, you couldnât just say no to park sunghoon. there were dozens of other women whoâd kill to be in your position, they already tried to seduce him one, two many times beforeâ except you of course. you were like the golden employee who always followed orders, listened to directions the first time, and did everything the right way, heâs never really had to reprimand you and even on the rare chances you do mess up, heâd handle it with you in private; just like how heâs doing now.
hell, sunghoon makes it excruciatingly hard to resist him. especially when his breath inched beneath your ear, silky strands of jet black hair tickling your chin as he begs for your touch.
âi told you i was busyâ hoon, s-stopp !â you helplessly whine, your mind kept telling you to refuse but your body was saying a completely different story. he knew exactly where to pull the pin, knew just how to make you give in to his not-so-safe-for-work desires.
âoh are we now ?, too busy for me ? what happened to wanting to get that new promotion, huh ?â he cocks his head to the side, turning arrogant all of a sudden now that he can use something as leverage over you. itâs a shame that he has to stoop to such low levels but heâs willing to try whatever method thatâll get him exactly what he wants.
as he whispers in further detail all the naughty things he wants to do to you, your legs were brought to a tight close, wanting nothing more than to relieve the ache you felt between your plush thighs; you feel dirty, disgusting for wanting your boss to fuck your brains out, itâs unprofessional, you shouldnât be doing thisâ letting him have access to you whenever he wants almost felt dehumanizing.
though, you be lying if you said he didn't strike a bone in your body, maybe 3, or 4.. 10 at most. hell, maybe even all of them. some days you were able to keep your cool and act as though he had zero effect on youâ however, he was just so unable to resist at times. you couldnât help but be attracted to him; even if he was an asshole sometimes, you secretly liked it in a sick, twisted kind of way. if he was going to play this little game then you may as well play right along, plus you weren't gonna just walk around with soggy panties without getting something in return, right ? right.
âoh ? giving in already, guess you really do want it that bad, huh ?â he smirked childishly as you finally cave in, rubbing up against him, spreading and burying his knee between your thighs.
âshut up, do you wanna? or not ?â so over his annoying little antics, you gradually wiggled your hips against his toned, muscular thighs.
âitâs cute when you act all needy for me.â his hands caressed your waist, taking your leg to his hip, in effect your pencil skirt riding up your thigh.
you felt his clothed dick against your core as he pressed his body against you. sloppily taking your tongue against his.
you've always wondered how this man could get you so hot and sweaty all over a few words. then again, as long as youâre pleased; does it really matter ?
âfuck..â you spoke, hand grabbing at his tie, the melody of his luxury belt being unwrathed gave you a tsunami of chills. âquickly, i have a meeting in..â you checked you wrist, reading the analog watch that sat delicately along your veins. â15.â you heaved heavily, he tugged down your tights physically prepping himself with his hand.
âthats enough time to make me bust twice.â he chuckled. his length entered your puffy, dewy pussy.
âquick busser !â you laughed, knowing it'd strike a chord within whenever you tease him.
taking your ass in his hands before he paces himself. âyou love when my dick coats your pussy in a thick coat. so, suck it.â he groaned, kissing onto your collarbone to keep himself quiet.
his office wasn't what people would call sound proof, but at a good distance from the door, nobody could be able to hear you. but keeping you quiet would deem to be the most difficult part.
sunghoon bear hugged you keeping you tight against him, he thought fucking you in your work attire, especially your tights, had to be the sexiest shit to dance on this earth. it's honestly why he's here. the way the thin black fabric wrapped around your thighs, he could just picture your sloppy pussy, wrapping around him. balls deep. and you took him so. so. so. well.
âugh, yesyesyes..â your ragged breathing swam through his ears, giving him an ounce more of stamina. âshit !â your clit throbbed at his lower abdomens slight back to back friction, you grind up onto him, to feel more of that reminiscing release edging you.
he nibbled at your lips before taking them against his. âshut the fuck up. you dontâ hell..wanna get caught do you ?â he swatted your thigh, thrusting himself at a slower, but rougher notion.
âfeâfeel so good, nggh.. hoon..â you whispered, biting at his ear.
your forehead glistened with sweat, the buttons of your shirt leaving your perky breasts opposed and exposed. you threw your head back at the pulsating between the two of you, you could feel him. throbbing, and hardening inside of you, and it turned you way the fuck on. just as your pussy throbbed against his hard.
âc'mon mama.. you wanna drench your bossâs cock? huh ?.. wanna make it all gooey with your cum ?â he pushed you closer and closer with his words, as if him ramming into you wasn't enough.
âyes.. wan' make it gooey, baby !â you whispered under your breath. throwing your head back, leaving your boobs to bounce under the escaping light of his blinds.
âthen cum, be a good girl..â sunghoonâs breath quickened, he was near the edge himself, if not on it.
the two of you, moaning into each other's lusty mouths, aching for more. your groans becoming quickened and hoarse as the burning knot in your stomach leaves you in discomfort. until a strong stroke came to pop that growing bubble inside you, releasing you of all your numbness. you came onto his thickness.
sunghoon, lost it at the feel of you tightening around him, lays you down onto the desk, pushing down on your stomach. he could feel himself through passing through your entrance. just thinking about it, left him blissful.
âfuck, fuck ! 's fuckin' right, squeeze me baby..â he finally broke, leaving all his pellent inside of you, slowly pumping himself a few more times before sliding out. his figure, breathing heavily, leaning onto your heaving chest.
you could hear him chuckling after awhile of comfortable silence. âlooks like you're gonna be late for your meeting miss. y/n.â
âyou so owe me.â you glare up at him as if this was all his fault.
âi do ?â he kissed your tummy.
âyeah, you do actually.â
âand what may that be?â he raises his brow, pushing up his thin framed glasses.
âa real date.â
âcan i take you back to my place after ?â he kissed your tummy through your shirt once more.
âdeal.â you grinned, catching your breath.
you were a dirty mess. a mess that sunghoon, had absolutely no problem with cleaning up.
#enhypen smut#sunghoon smut#sunghoon scenarios#enhypen scenarios#enhypen drabbles#sunghoon drabbles#sunghoon x reader#enhypen x reader
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pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
part two of after all this time
summary: you try to make sense of everything after that night with gojo satoru, the slytherin prince, but as much as you try to run away from it, it seems to follow you more. but he has to hate you for it, right? that could be the only explanation for why he seeks you out...right?
warnings: 18+ mdni all characters are 18, gojo slight angst, messy makeout, gojo eating pussy like his life depended on it, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
word count: 12k
note: yay! part two is done! please comment and reblog, it's really appreciated. thank you @jadeisthirsting for beta reading! <3
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If there was one thing you grew to understand about Hogwarts, it was that the castle was entirely unpredictable.Â
From the moving staircases, the random ghosts that would appear out of nowhere, to the disappearing portraits that sometimes only reappeared to listen in on student gossip, you knew you had to expect the unexpected when it came to ancient school.Â
But never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that you wouldâve kissed Gojo Satoru.Â
You couldnât even pretend that it didnât happen, despite the fact you wanted so desperately to obliviate your mind and move along with your life.Â
You could still feel his lips on yours, even days after it happened. You could feel his hands on your body, the way he held you to him, the way he kissed down your neck. You could still hear the way he said your name, breathless, almost desperate.Â
âFuck,â he had whispered, heavy on your lips as he dipped down again to kiss down your chin tilting your head up to expose the column of your neck, âFuck,â he said once more, diving down as he sucks and bites at your skin, his movements growing faster and more erratic once he hears the soft and sweet mewls that escape your swollen lips.Â
You tried to blink it away.
âSatoru,â he had said against your skin, âNot Gojo. Not you.âÂ
Not you.Â
That Saturday and Sunday you refused to move from your bed, huddled under blankets as the other girls in your dorm came and went. You could hear the loud party they held after yet another win at the quidditch game, so you just cast a silencio charm around your room, feeling your mattress create a permanent dent in the fetal position you were lying in.Â
One of the kinder girls of your dormitory, Celeste, crouched down to where your head peeked out from your swarm of blankets, her brown brows furrowed together with worry, but you promised her it was just a stomach flu, nothing to worry about, and told her to go enjoy the party.Â
That next Monday morning you made sure to go to the transfiguration classroom, glad to find that skipping breakfast helped to see that nobody except for Professor McGonagall seemed to be in the room, of course, aside from that little snowy owl perched atop her desk, its wide eyes blinking slowly at you as you walked in.
You remember how Professor McGonagall looked up briefly, annoyed that a student was here before classes even started, but she did a double take when she noticed it was you, welcoming you by saying your last name with a little bit of surprise.Â
âHow may I help you?â Her eyes looked at you over her glasses, her hands lay flat on her desk, next to the quill she was just using.Â
âProfessor, I have a request to ask of you.âÂ
A part of you was glad that you were such a good student, one who never asked for much and gave everything you had towards the work you did, especially for her class. McGonagallâs thin bow raised slightly, her lips pursing together as you motioned for you to continue. You swallowed thickly, pulling out the thick pieces of parchment tied together, your contribution to her essay, as you laid it down on her table.Â
âI would like to change my partnersâŠif possible,â your voice was shaking, âI have my work all done here,â quickly going to show her the work that you had done, but her hand outstretched, her slender finger grasping yours as you halted your movements.Â
When you looked at her face, the only emotion you could trace, which was one you had never seen on the older woman, was genuine concern.
âHas Satoru doneâŠsomethingâ She tried to find the right words, but you insistently shook your head, trying to act as if nothing was wrong aside from you.
âNo, no,â you sputter out, âItâs me. Heâs done nothing wrong. I just,â you sigh, trying to calm down your heart, noting that the large clock outside had struck three times and that her first-year students would be filing in any minutes, âPlease, Iâd do the rest of the essay alone if necessary.â You know that you were pleading with her at this point, but you couldnât care.Â
McGonagall looked you over once, noting the bags under your eyes, the way you actively looked like you hadnât slept in days, and thought for a long second before she nodded, waving you along as other students started to come in.Â
âIâll take care of it,â she said, a promise, and you thanked her extensively, bidding her goodbye as you ran across school to make sure you didnât miss Lupinâs riveting defense against the dark arts lesson about warding off vampires.Â
And she stuck to her word.Â
That day you sat in your usual seat, in the back, but instead of Gojo sitting next to you was a disgruntled Charlie Reeve, his arms crossed like a petulant child, depressed to be split up with his friend despite not having any work done.Â
You saw his flash of white hair, stopping in confusion when he saw the Gryffindor in his seat, your eyes locking briefly as his nose flared.Â
âOh, Mister Gojo, I had to rearrange some partners,â Professor McGonagall called out, motioning him to come sit up front with Benny Thompson, âSome people thought itâd be better to leave this essay until it was absolutely necessary.â She cast the two Gryffindor boys a knowing look, not necessarily a lie, and deep inside you felt grateful that she was able to find something believable.Â
And so, with all of your tedious efforts to make sure that you never bumped into Gojo Satoru, you went weeks without really seeing him.Â
Of course, it was difficult, increasingly so as it seemed that he was everywhere you went. When you went to the library, he was there, at your usual table, either reading or working on homework, which meant that you had to weasel your way into the astronomy tower to do your work.
And then he began to go to the astronomy tower, youâd see him looking over the ledge, his hair flickering in the wind, his back thankfully to the stairs as you quietly made your way down, running away to find somewhere else.Â
Sometimes when you were lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, unwillingly, your mind traveled back to that night. And it seemed like all your hard work was in vain because despite trying to act as if he didnât exist, he was something that you could never forget.Â
Gojo acted indifferent, however, which both helped and stung a bit. Helped because you were glad he went back to forgetting that you existed, and though you wanted him to act as if he maybe had feelings for you, you knew he never would, and so you blended back into the background
But despite it all, you found that somehow October bled into the unforgiving winds of November, which slowly turned into the winter of December.Â
Your classes were wrapping up, and teachers no longer cared much seeing that they too were looking forward to the long-awaited and deserved break.
You found that with the workload that was slowly dying down (for you at least, seeing how you had finished up most of your exams, and all the essays and projects the professors had assigned to you months in advance were done, unlike some people who believed in the power of magic enough to leave it to the last week), you visited Hogsmeade more. It offered you some solace to take your mind off of everything.Â
The snow was beginning to set both on the ground and on top of all the roofs and signs, making the small village look like a wonderland youâd see inside a snow globe. A part of you couldnât stop the happy smile that made it on your face as you walked through the cobblestone streets, looking inside every shop as if you had the money to spend.Â
On one of the Saturdays, you were able to give yourself a rest from the work you had to finish before the break started. You bundled up, a silver and green scarf wrapped around your neck, your old mittens (passed down from your mother, of course), and your thickest knitted sweater, went out for Hogsmade.Â
Hogsmeade is usually busy during December, which you like, pretending that you were somewhere far away, perhaps a little village in France, as you gently make your way around the eager students ready to buy things for their families for the holidays.Â
After a couple of years of visiting this place, youâve picked up some key knowledge. Never go to Honeydukes before seven, otherwise, itâs entirely ransacked and they sometimes stock up on Saturdays at half past seven. Zonkoâs is only good once in a while, otherwise, itâs too overwhelming, and Gladrags Wizardwear had something marked off if they went unnoticed for too long.Â
And, perhaps the best part of your visits to Hogsmeade, you had a pass from McGonagall, which let you stay an extra two hours. While most students made their way back before their ten oâclock curfew at night, you were able to get special permission from Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to stay till midnight.Â
You told them that you didnât do anything crazy and that the only reason why you longed to stay out late was really only for Saturdays because the three broomsticks sometimes brought in the wizarding jazz society, a group of witches and wizards who played live on their respective instruments. It was your favorite part of Hogsmeade, and after some negotiation, you were allowed out after ten.Â
But before then, you spent your time in the other shops, browsing for nothing in particular.Â
You found yourself admiring some of the intricately made quills outside a window that was on display. Surely expensive, but you simply looked at them, your face almost pressing up against the chilly glass to get a closer look.Â
There was a group of friends a couple of feet away from you, and you could hear the giggling now and then about something, but you didnât think itâd be best if you looked over to see what was going on, mind your own business.Â
You walked along, moving to the next shop window when you noticed that the giggling almost seemed to be following you.  Â
You felt yourself peeking over briefly, somehow not being shocked that it was some of the seventh-year Slytherins, the kids you had grown up with, looking over at you, the girls pointing to something near you as they laughed behind their hands.Â
Tough skin, you reminded yourself, trying to ignore it as you tried to look at the new cauldrons. At least, you wouldâve distracted yourself had you not heard a loud, almost animated rip.Â
You look down, but not quickly enough to see your bag tear open, some of your knuts fell out, along with your chapstick, your tissues, and some other miscellaneous things.Â
It didnât take a genius to glance over at the girls, to see one of them with their wands out as one of the other girls cackles, and while you were used to their antics, it didnât hurt any less.
You bent down, going on your knees, trying to find some of the things that had disappeared in the snow. One of the girls, Avery McKenna, who talked loud seemed to talk even louder, as if wanting to get your attention.Â
âSatoru! Satoru, look!â She spoke in a whisper which was louder than your normal speaking voice, and you looked from your lashes at the mention of his name.Â
And you saw him as one of the other girls shuffled around, tugging at his coat sleeves to direct his attention away from whatever shop window he was looking into as she pointed a finger at you on the ground. You quickly looked back down before you made eye contact with him, your fingers growing cold from the bite of the snow.Â
You didnât want to know what he looked like, what sort of smile would take over his face at the sight of you looking like this. You pick up your bag, putting it under your arms so that it wonât grow wet from the snow, inspecting the gash with a heavy heart, realizing that thereâs no way to mend it. It looks like a wolf had slashed its claws through the fabric, something that no needle and thread, or even a reparo charm could fix.
You shove the coins in your pockets, holding the rest in your gloved hands as you stand up, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you feel their stares on you, the snow seeping in through your pants, causing you to shiver as you try to find a place you could into to get this sorted.Â
Thankfully, The Three Broomsticks was just up ahead, and so you tried to mute out all the people behind you as you turned your back, walking up the street as you heard the snow crunch under your shoes, sniffing from the cold as you walked into the familiar pub.Â
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The Three Broomsticks was a Hogsmeade staple.Â
Inside the pub was a roomy place, a fire always lit in the corner, the flames crackling almost all the shouts and yells and drunk laughter. Up on the stone walls were photographs of famous witches and wizards who had visited the pub, paintings of people long past that used to frequent it, and family members of those who owned it. It smelled of ale and peppermint, the atmosphere warm and welcoming, something that you always enjoyed.Â
It was usually full, so you count yourself lucky to find a little empty booth near the back.Â
You got some water seeing how the last knut you needed to buy a butterbeer got lost somewhere in all the snow, and laid out all of your things on the table, including your mauled-up bag.Â
You wipe at your eyes, careful that nobody sees the stray tears, and allow yourself to sit against the wooden booth, shutting your eyes for a second.Â
You count to ten, allow yourself to calm your breathing down, and crack your neck, moving it around to your left and right side. The sun was nearly starting to set and it was already five, so it was going to be a bit before their usual jazz band came. Although youâd been looking forward to it since last week, at this point you just wanted to go back, have some soup, and then sleep.Â
When you open your eyes you find yourself staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply through your nose as you look back down, a surprised gasp escaping your lips to find somebody sitting in front of you. Â
âI-â Gojo starts but youâve already started collecting all of your things off the table, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you shove whatever you can in your pockets, sitting up as you try to leave. Â
But heâs fast, sitting up from his seat, blocking you with his tall body as you feel your heart in your throat, pounding away rapidly as you try to look away from him.Â
Heâs here, heâs here, heâs here.Â
His hand is holding your elbow, heâs holding you, and he seems desperate, his eyes searching yours, begging you to just listen to him.Â
Why is he here? Why is he holding you?
âCan we talk?â His white brows are furrowed, his lips parted as his thumb rubs up and down on your skin, âPlease?âÂ
What does he want?Â
Youâre looking at him, really looking at him for the first time in months, and despite not seeing him face to face for a while, you can still notice the little changes. There are bags under his eyes, he seems worn down. His eyes, the ones that you often dreamed about, were swirling with unspoken emotions. His lips looked like they were chewed raw, much like yours.Â
But he still looks like he did that one night in October, the way he spoke your name as if it were the only thing he could say, his hair tousled by the December winds, and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink.Â
âI n-need toâŠâ you swallow thickly, your mouth running dry as your eyes dart around to not look at him, âI need to go.âÂ
But you donât, and he knows that you donât.
âYour waterâŠmiss,â the waitress suddenly comes around with your mug full to the brim with water, looking curiously at you and Gojo as she sets it down on the table, giving you a small smile as she walks away.Â
âPlease,â he says one more time, and his voice is heavy, piercing through your chest and into your mind, working like a devilâs snare as it wraps itself around you until you are entrapped by everything that is him.Â
You look at the door of the pub, noting that none of his friends are either there or outside, and you look at him once more.
You lick at your gnawed lips, letting out a defeated sigh as you give him a single nod, watching as his face breaks into a smile, his shoulders sagging from the release of tension as he helps you back into your seat and climbs into his own, across from you, and you set all your stuff back on the table.Â
His eyes follow your movements, look at your bag and the contents that used to be in it and he whips out his wand, going to cast a spell before you cut him off.Â
âReparo didnât work,â you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers as you awkwardly sink into your seat, watching him intently as if he had been a painting youâd been studying that suddenly came to life.Â
His eyes flicker to yours and he puts his wand away sheepishly.Â
âI didnât know that they were going to do that,â he finally says, breaking the silence.Â
You nod curtly, looking at your hands resting in your lap as you try to think of what to say. Of which emotion you should call upon to do the talking for you, which thing you had been itching to say to him ever since that night.Â
âItâs nothing they havenât before,â you finally say, looking up at him with a sad smile, watching as his chest rattles with an inhale. His fingers are interlocked with each other as they rest on the table, his green sweater resting snuggly on his muscular frame as he leans in, as if he were scared you were going to disappear.Â
He goes to open his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.Â
âWhy do you care?âÂ
His mouth shuts, his blue eyes shimmering brightly in the light of the fireplace. He doesnât seem angry or annoyed, just shocked.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You breathe roughly out your nose, looking away briefly as you click your tongue against your teeth, your fingers gliding across the mug, the little water droplets that slid onto the table creating a ring around the cup. You twist and turn it around by the handle, deep in thought.Â
âWhy do you care so much? Why do you care about what happens to me?â You press, your head tilting to the side. You try to look fierce, trying to channel the anger, the pain, the hurt that youâve been feeling not only since October but since you first stepped foot through that castle.Â
His lips parted as if he were going to say something, but his head dipped, his fingers playing with that gold ring on his finger, the one of his family crest.Â
âIâŠâ Gojo canât seem to finish, canât seem to find the words. But thatâs fine because youâre finding them for him.Â
âIâll find a new purse and Iâll move along with my day because Iâm used to this Gojo,â your voice is slowly growing, âIâm used to your friends, to you and your pureblood hierarchy. So stop acting like youâre this hero that should get rewarded with whatever it is you want from me by talking to me o-or pitying me,â you ramble, your voice dripping with venom, your eyes stinging as you try to control yourself, âJust please stop acting like you care.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, his lips pressed together tightly, his jaw ticking. His eyes reflect a storming sea right now, one a sailor would never return from.
âThat night, when you kissed me,â your voice was loud enough to be a whisper, but he hears you, his breathing hitching as he most likely thinks back to that night, âWere you able to cross off another check mark on your list? Did you finally fulfill all the crazy things you wanted to accomplish?âÂ
âStop,â he seethes out through clenched teeth, his eyes daring you to continue.Â
Youâre glad that the pub is so busy and so loud to cover the two of you.Â
âDid I taste different than the pureblood girls? Than Alicent? Than Eliana?â You pushing him, pushing at his buttons because this has to be it, this has to be when he finally tells you that you were some bet that he made with his friends, that kissing you was worth some extra galleons to fill his pockets as he came back gallivanting to the other Slytherin purebloods.Â
His eye twitches, his breathing heavy as he murmurs another stop but you just shake your head, hoping that he doesnât see the gloss covering your eyes, the way your lips are trembling thinking of all the possibilities.Â
âYouâre mean, Gojo,â the words fall from your lips, heavy, pointed straight at him, and you can feel a tear drop down your chin, splattering on the table, right next to all the water droplets from your mug, âA-and you donât even realize it. Or maybe you do, I donât know,â you shrug, âThose weeks when we were working on that essay I sent an owl to my mum and she sent one back saying how happy she was that I finally had a friend.âÂ
Thereâs a beat of silence.Â
You canât stand to look at his face.Â
You helplessly wipe at your cheeks, looking away as you heaved in a shaky breath, nodding confidently for your own sake as you stood up.
âI need to go,â you mutter, your water sat untouched as you made your way around the people standing and talking, made your way out the door, and let your tears loose.Â
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The break couldnât come by any faster.Â
You occupied your time and mind by doing everything possible.Â
You found a broom closet that was big and comfortable enough for you to do your work, and most days you found yourself there. You ate your meals alone, as always, and made sure that wherever Gojo was, you werenât.
One of the only things you could look forward to was when the holidays came and when everybody left. It meant that only a handful of Slytherinâs stayed and that meant that you could finally have some moments of quiet to yourself.Â
Hogwarts was a different kind of magical during Christmas time, and you tried to take time to appreciate the dozen trees, the floating candles that had red ribbons tied around them, the little snow clouds that sometimes followed you around, and the mistletoes that some of the fifth years thought would be funny to hang up around the castle.Â
And when the breaks finally came around, you watched as people bid each other farewell, their bags packed sufficiently enough for the two-week break as they made their way out of the school and to the train, waving at each other until they departed.Â
You watched from the stairs, knowing that you too could go home, but seeing that your mom picked up more shifts around the holidays, youâd just be spending these two weeks alone rather than surrounded by strangers, which you still preferred.Â
The professors seemed to be in a better mood around this time as well, and it helped with distracting you from all the other thousand thoughts that were running through your mind.Â
The Slytherin common room was always empty around this time of year. Seeing that most of the kids went to their families, it gave you some time to actually enjoy the amenities you usually miss out on during other times of the year.Â
The room itself was decorated with a large Christmas tree near the large, arching window that looked out into the black lake, and stockings on the fireplace of those students that were staying.Â
Despite Slytherin and their hatred for the color red, the room was a nice mix between the two clashing colors.Â
After dinner, on the first night with everyone gone, you made your way down to the dungeons, muttering out the password as the large doors swept open, allowing you inside.Â
Your first thought was to sit in front of the fireplace on one of the couches and catch up on reading, but seeing that there was almost nobody here you decided to go change into something more comfortable.Â
Making your way up the stairs that led to the girl's dormitories you noted that most of those who were staying were relays from years before, some fourth and sixth years, a couple of first years, and rounded the corner that led to your room.Â
Well, that wouldâve led to your room had it not been blocked.Â
âSorry!â You cry out in surprise, a little shocked, and then your shock melts away as you feel like banging your head against the stone wall when you see that it is none other than Gojo.Â
âI need to tell you someth-â
âThe train left!â You cry out, feeling like dragging him out by his hair.Â
âIâm aware-â
âThen why arenât you on it?â You push past him as you go to open your door, feeling him right behind you.Â
Youâre glad that all of your other roommates are gone because Gojo doesnât seem to be giving it much thought as he comes in as well.Â
Your arms are crossed as you look around, looking for something, anything, that you could use to ward him away. Heâs standing awkwardly at the doorway, wringing his fingers in a way that he never does.Â
Heâs wearing a loose sweater, gray in color, and it seems to make his eyes even more striking. There are still bags under his eyes, but his face seems a little more flushed as if he was slowly coming back from the dead. His white hair is tousled, and you note that he hasnât styled it in a while.Â
âIâve been thinking ever since the three broomsticks,â heâs talking and youâre pacing around the room, trying to act like you donât care that heâs here, âAnd I have some things I need to tell you.âÂ
Youâre rummaging around in one of your cupboards, but he knows what youâre doing, and he steps a little closer to you, shutting the door behind him as you glance up at him briefly, raising a brow.Â
He swallows, running a hand through his white strands as you turn your back to him, looking through your jewelry box as you begin to take off your earrings.Â
âI saw you, this summer.â
You stop.Â
Gojo continues.Â
âMy parents had some ministry work to do, and we went to the city. I was walking around one day, trying to figure out where I was supposed to go when I saw you,â Gojo sounded nearer, his voice more desperate, âI saw you through a window. You were working⊠I think. You had this apron on and you were walking around this little restaurant.âÂ
You swear you could hear your heartbeat.Â
âAnd you were smiling at something this guy said, and you just looked soâŠhappy,â he pauses, âAnd prettyâŠyou looked so pretty and I didnât know what to do because Iâve never felt this strange feeling in my chest whereâŠâÂ
Where everything just stops, then starts moving in tandem as if there had been a loose screw the entire time until now.Â
âAnd I think Iâve always felt this way, you know?â Heâs not stopping, and youâre scared that if you look at him youâre going to believe him, believe that heâs telling the truth and that this isnât some sort of dream youâre forcing yourself to see, âIn our fifth year, when you were telling the class about your happiest memory, you had this smile on your face. Or last year, when we were in potions and Nanami said a joke, youâd laugh and I just felt soâŠlost.âÂ
Heâs lying.Â
âN-no, no, youâre lying,â you croak out, moving past him as you keep your head down, going over to your bed as you sit at the end of it, needing something to sit down on because otherwise youâd collapse.
âIâm not,â Gojo pleads, his voice behind you, âAnd for so long I thought I was lying to myself because I didnât know what I was feeling,â he takes a few steps closer, standing at your bedpost, âIâd never felt this way about anyone. A-and youâre right, you are different. Youâre so different from anybody else and I love it.â
Youâre shaking your head, your back to him as you sniffle.Â
âI donât believe you,â you mutter, your arms wrapped around your middle as your head dips down, lashes wet with tears.Â
He doesnât say anything for a few seconds and you realize itâs because heâs moving to where youâre sitting, and you see him clearly as he crouches down on the ground, his hands moving to hold yours as he forces you to look at him.Â
Itâs such a strange sight seeing the Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, the most stoic and composed person youâve ever met soâŠvulnerable in front of you.
âI know-âÂ
Youâre shaking your head at him, lips pouting together as you blink slowly, your nose scrunched up in frustration.Â
âYouâre lying-âÂ
âIâm not, Iâm begging you, please-âÂ
âYouâre lying, Gojo,â You say, your voice cracking as you feel your tears rolling down your, collecting on your chin before they splatter crudely on your bed sheets, âYou donât feel this way about me. Youâre either lying to me o-or to yourself becauseâŠâ you struggle to find the words, âBecause in no world would you feel this way about me.âÂ
His hands are warm, his thumb gentle as it rubs over your knuckles. And you donât notice it until he pulls them away to wipe at your tears, his fingers soft and slow against your skin as you hiccup.
âBut I do,â he whispers, his thumb cradling your cheek, âI do. Y-youâre so smart, and kind, and witty, and caring, and youâre so wonderfully you.â
This is too much.Â
âYou donât know anything about me,â you plead, wondering when he was going to give up the act and leave so you could be alone.Â
âYou only eat your eggs if thereâs a little bit of syrup on them,â Gojo says immediately, and your eyes shoot up to his, âYou put an extra flick on the dots of your iâs, you like McGonagall most out of all your other professors, you never change your necklace, you-âÂ
You push him by the shoulders, frustrated knowing that heâd never stop, changing the subject.
âIf you cared about me you wouldâve done something,â your voice isn't yours and you canât recognize it as it escapes your windpipes, âI mean, you only had three years. Y-you called me a mudblood, your friends never stopped when they were doing, you - you,â deep inside, your breath is lodged inside your lungs and you choke on it.Â
Gojo cradles your head, pulling you into his chest, and for some reason you let him. You melt into his warmth, into the way he holds you as if you were the thinnest piece of glass, and you canât remember the last time somebody held you like this.
His hand rubs up and down your back, and you feel your tears and snot wet his sweater, but he doesnât seem to care.Â
âI did,â his own voice shakes, âI did, and IâŠâ he swallows his bile, âI wish I could go back and take it back, take all of it back. If I could trade everything I have to turn back time and change the past, I would. Iâll spend my life making it up if youâd let me. You have no idea what I would doâŠâ for you.
You pull away from him, and he lets you.Â
âYouâre all Iâve ever been able to think about this past year. And especially ever since that night, I couldnât get you out of my mind,â his hands go up to hold your face, tracing your features with the most delicate touch, âYour eyes, your nose,â his finger glides down the slope of it, âYour lips, your skin, your hands.âÂ
âBut,â your hands go up to his wrists, pulling them down and he lets you rest them on your lap, hanging off your every word as if you were religion, watching you preach as he remembers every word, every syllable, every tone and inflection you have as gospel, âIâm a muggle-born,â you laugh wetly and painfully, âAnd you hate muggle-borns.â
And for once you see him break into a small and melancholy smile that's full of years of longing, of confusion, of wanting, and his white strands fall on his face. Unconsciously you move them out of the way so that you could see his eyes.Â
âMy parents hate muggle-borns, and Iâm their only son,â your eyes drop to that gold ring, and he notices, âI believed them, and for so long I felt so confused because you werenât like anything they described,â his lips quivered, âI donât hate muggle-borns, and I donât hate you,â he raised your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them, âI could never hate you.â
You inhale shakily, your heart thumping in a strange, new rhythm.Â
âWhat about the others?â You ask shakily, âYour friends, your parents, everybody else?âÂ
He shrugs, looking indifferent as he plays with your fingers.Â
âIâll get new friends,â he shoots you a small smile, âAnd I can just buy new parents.âÂ
You snort, rolling your eyes at his antics, and he brightens up seeing your change in demeanor.Â
âYouâŠlikeâŠme?â You ask finally.Â
He lets out a little bit of air in a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âI like you more than the air I need to breathe,â he kisses your knuckles again and you snort, rolling your eyes as you wipe at the corners of them.Â
âThen how have you been breathing all this time without me?â You ask a bit teasingly, wondering how you never noticed that his eyes have little specks of green in them, or how the blush on his cheeks sometimes traveled up to his forehead.Â
âHorribly,â he says and you give him a small laugh, âBut it feels like I just took my first breath after eighteen years.âÂ
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After that, Gojo could not be separated from your side.Â
He sat next to you during all of your meals, throwing nasty jinxes at anybody who looked at the two of you weirdly. Sure, people couldnât stop talking, but after the first three people who left with a red ink-looking stain on their face, they learned to keep their whispers low.Â
When the two of you were in the common rooms he laid next to you as you read, or vice versa, pulling you into his chest as he told you stories from his childhood.Â
And of course, it took you a while to warm up to him, but slowly and surely you felt at ease around him, feeling like you could be as true to yourself without any fear of repercussions because he loved you wholly, and he had no cares about anything else.Â
âWhatâs that youâre reading?â Heâd say sometimes, looking over your shoulders to scan whatever book it was that you were reading. Thankfully you still had a couple of days till Christmas, and another week of break after that, so the common room was empty, spare for a few stragglers.Â
The fireplace crackled in the background, the smell of cinnamon and cloves heavy in the air.Â
âVoyages with Vampire,â you reply, turning the page as you hear him groan next to you.Â
âLockhart? The fraud?â
You giggle, shoving him a little bit, eyes never leaving the page as you try not to lose your spot.Â
âYeah, but his books are interesting.âÂ
And Gojo didnât care too much, because as you got to read your book he got to be with you, which was all heâs ever wanted since he was fourteen.Â
Other days heâd take you to Hogsmeade, his hand holding onto yours, letting you steer him into the different shops you wanted to look at, a content smile on his face. He loved the way you looked, bundled up in your scarves and sweaters, and he loved that it was mainly just the two of you, seeing that Hogsmeade was unusually empty with everybody gone.Â
And sometimes heâd squeeze your hands a couple of times just to let you know that he was there, and youâd squeeze back twice, looking behind your shoulder so that you wouldnât miss his boyish grin.Â
He mentally noted all the things you picked up, asking if you wanted it, but when you saw that he was beginning to pull out his wallet you shook your head sheepishly, putting it back as you began looking at other things.Â
âLet me just get this-âÂ
âNo!â you cried out, embarrassed as you moved away from whatever shelf it was, hearing him let out a sigh of frustration, laughing at his childish antics.Â
âBut I can just-âÂ
âNo, Gojo,â youâd tell him, your voice a little sterner, âI donât like you because you have money. Too much of it, might I add.âÂ
And heâd pout, his arms circling your waist as he petulantly stays in place, resting his chin on your shoulder so that you canât move.Â
âBut I just so coincidentally seem to have it,â he pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you tried to look at something else, trying to act like you didnât turn to jelly in his hands, âWhy wonât you take it?â
You giggled, angling your head to look back at him.Â
âBecause I donât need a bursting raspberry delight,â you chided him and heâd groan, pulling you even closer to his chest as he outstretched one of his long arms, picking up something in front of you, inspecting it as he showed it to you, putting it back as you shook your head, âAnd I donât need cockroach clusters.âÂ
And you smiled, feeling happy, genuinely happy as you continued to look around the store with Gojo latched onto you. You felt normal for once, felt the way youâve been wanting to feel ever since you were eleven.
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The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms the night before Christmas, sitting on the couches, facing Gojo as you listened to him talk about all the things heâd been wanting to tell you.
The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms with Gojo the night before Christmas, letting him play with your hair as you leaned up against him on the couch, reading another book.Â
âDid I ever tell you how Benny Thompson didnât know what an animagus was?â Gojo says randomly and you gasp, looking over your shoulder as he nods as you lay your book down on your chest.Â
âYouâre lying,â you say and he shakes his head, twisting and turning that ring on his hand the way he usually does when he likes to fidget.Â
âAnd he asked me if the books in the library had all been written in the actual library,â he continues and you let out a loud, shocked laugh, holding your hand over your mouth in disbelief.Â
You put your book on the table so that you could move up closer to him so that you wouldnât have to crane your neck so much.Â
âWell, to be fair, I think he was just a bit disgruntled to be moved away from his partner in crime,â you move some of the hair out of his face as helmets you sit on his lap, his hands resting comfortably on your waist as you lean in to whisper, âSeeing how I saw them hooking up in one of the broom closets.âÂ
Gojoâs lips part, eyes wide in shock as you nod slowly, a smug grin on your face.
âMakes sense,â he finally muttered and you snorted, thinking back to how the two boys literally couldnât be away from each other for too long before they made a fuss about it.Â
Most of the other students had gone up to their beds, excited for the early morning theyâd be having with presents and such, but you liked staying up this night, liked watching as the presents slowly appeared under the tree.
His mouth opened in a small yawn and you moved slightly, feeling guilty for keeping him up so long.Â
âDo you âwanna sleep?â You offered, twirling some of his white strands around your fingers as his eyes traced over your features.Â
His hands moved up and down your back, holding you close to his body.Â
âBut the presents?â Gojo started, looking at the big Christmas tree near the fireplace as you giggled, noting how he was trying his best to control the yawns that were threatening to spill from his lips.Â
âIâll just look at them tomorrow,â you promise with a giggle, swinging your legs off from him as you stand, stretching your arms above your head as you let out a tired yawn of your own, rubbing at your eyes as you bookmark the page you were at, watching as he stands up, doing a little stretch of his own.
He slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him as he presses a kiss against your forehead, letting you lead the way back to the dormitories.Â
âPromise to wake up early tomorrow?â You say, looking at him with a raised brow, watching as he crosses his hands across his heart.Â
âSwear on it,â he assures you with a little cheeky grin, his shoulder playfully knocking yours as you snort.Â
The two of you walked in comfortable silence, your eyes taking in all the festive decorations, not noticing how he couldnât stop looking at you. The girl's dormitories were on the left, and down the hall, youâd find the boys, which meant that you were the first to depart as you neared the top of the stairs.Â
You move to stand in front of your door, your book in your hands as you stare up at him, noticing the pink flush that never seemed to leave, all over his cheeks. He looked so pretty like this.Â
âThis is me,â you say jokingly and he chuckles softly, his hands back on your waist as you feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He never pressured you to kiss him back, always leaving small yet thoughtful pecks either on the crown of your head or on your face, wherever heâd find that you didnât squeal as he tried to kiss.
He says your name quietly, looking down at you as you meet him in the middle.Â
âMerry Christmas Satoru,â you whisper, and you see the wide, boyish smile that breaks across his face when you say his name, loving it only when he hears it from your lips.Â
âMerry Christmas sweetheart,â his voice quieter than usual, kinder, and in a lovesick way that not even amortentia could replicate.
You look up for a brief second when you sense something is off, and you giggle at the little green and white plant that is forming above your head.
âMistletoe,â you mutter.Â
âHm?â He sounds confused until he looks up when he sees it growing, itâs green leaves and little white flowering buds, looking back down at you.Â
And again, just like that night in October, you donât know which one of you it was that moved closer to bridge the gap, but either way, only seconds later did you feel him press his lips against yours, and you were gone.
He was gentler than the last time as if he was savoring your lips, your taste, the way you moved against him. Gojo wrapped an arm around you, tugging you to him, his other hand fumbling with the door handle as the two of you tumbled inside, his foot raising to kick it shut as you tangled your fingers in his hair.Â
âS-satoru,â you whine, needing more of him, needing him in a way youâve never felt, your eyes fluttering shot when he bites at your lips, his tongue prodding past your lips as you let him, your stomach fluttering delightfully, âMore, need more,â
His eyes flicked open for a second, ensuring you were okay, and he grinned.Â
His lips resumed their movements, sucking and yours, teeth nipping as your face became of a mess of spit, moaning slightly as he nudged your jaw up with his nose, your head tilting backward as you gave him more room on your neck.Â
Mindlessly you reach for your wand in your back pocket, waving it near the direction of your door as you lock it and cast a muffliato charm, something you would thank yourself for greatly later.
Gojo was relentless as he pressed kisses and sucked harshly on your skin, needing to mark up what was his, needing people to see that you were his, and you could only whine as he left dark marks on your skin, soothing them with little pecks as he moved down.Â
His scent was all-consuming, the way he held you made you go dizzy, and if only you knew that what you felt, he felt ten-fold more. Gojo was so crazy about you, that if you told him to jump from his broomstick heâd gladly do it.
âIs this,â he sighs, trying to catch some air, âThis okay? Do you want me to stop?âÂ
And you quickly shake your head, muttering out no, no, as he chuckled darkly, moving your (his) sweater away from your shoulders so he could kiss down there too.Â
Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, fell to his chest, pushing at his sweater as you wanted to paw at the skin, wanting to feel more of him, and you heard his breathing stutter, his lips pausing momentarily at the feeling of your hands on him.Â
He says your name like a mantra like heâs been waiting his entire life to say it, and you catch his eyes once again like heâs asking for permission to continue, and you nod, smiling up at him as you let him.
Your fingers grasp at the hem of his sweater, tugging it upwards so that you could see his skin beneath, the muscles sitting nicely, a glimpse you sometimes saw when he was moving around too much, and your heart stumbled.Â
He helped you, tugging it upwards and over his head as he discarded it somewhere on the floor, and for once you feel the air get knocked from your lungs.Â
Heâs built. Long, muscular shoulders, soft skin that shouldnât be as daunting as it looked right now, but he wasnât even focused on that, his nimble fingers running across your waist where your sweater had hitched upwards, and you just know that you need more of this.Â
Youâre not even thinking as you shed it off of you, joining him on the floor, and his eyes widen, swallowing thick as he sees what he only thought heâd be able to see in the back of his mind as he dreamed.Â
You were stunning, and suddenly he thought back to the statues he saw in Italy when he traveled there as a child. He thought back to how those ladies looked, and how the sculptors must be twisting and turning in their graves when they couldâve had you as their muse.Â
âStopp,â you whine, embarrassed, your hands going up to cover your naked skin, but he gently pushes them down, kissing your collarbone, the skin above your breasts which were still hidden with your bra as he shakes his head.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he mutters, the words escaping him as if his mind is working faster than any other part of his body, âSo beautiful.âÂ
He dips his head back down to kiss you, and a surprised sound escapes your lips, but you welcome it nonetheless, feeling entranced by him, by the fervor in his movements, as if he wouldnât survive without this.
His hands worship you, slow and careful as they run against your naked skin walking you back so that your knees hit the back of your bed.Â
âYouâre pretty good-looking too,â you try for a joke but it falls short from your lips because itâs true. Youâd read stories of Aphrodite and Persephone fighting over Adonis just because he was the most gorgeous man they met, and you were worried that if the gods were real youâd have to hide him away forever.Â
He hums in the back of his throat, as if he didnât believe you, and gingerly laid you down on your bed, his massive body looming over you as you smile, a gleeful smile on your face as you try to make sense of what your life was.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Gojo teased, pressing little butterfly kisses on your cheek, the tip of your nose, your chin, and you couldnât stop smiling, feeling ticklish when he kissed your neck again, a light giggle falling from your lips that made his ears turn pink.Â
âNothing,â you said breathlessly, squealing when he bit the skin in the middle of your tits, swatting at his head as he grinned, pressing a soothing kiss to the spot.Â
âNo, it has to be something,â he argues, kissing down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, never breaking eye contact with you as you swallow thickly, no longer laughing as you feel a heat growing in your stomach, âIs it funny when I kiss here?â He presses a kiss above your navel, âOr here?â Heâs reaching the top of your jeans, pulling them down slightly to kiss your hip bone, âOr maybe here?âÂ
And you shake your head, want and desire in your eyes and he chuckles darkly, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he slides them down your legs, his heart sputtering in his chest when he comes back up to see you all sprawled out for him.Â
You feel self-conscious about your choice of undergarments, both old and nearly falling apart at the seams, not matching in any sense of the word, but Gojo doesnât seem to care. He looks at you as if youâre a painting thatâs suddenly come to life, and he doesnât know how to handle that.Â
You reach behind yourself to work at the old clasp of your bra, sliding it down your arms as you lie back down, looking sheepishly at him as you realize youâre far more exposed at the moment than he is.Â
But Gojo seems to have gone to another world, not moving from where he was as his eyes donât leave from your chest.Â
âDonât look at me like that!â You shout, trying to cover up your bare chest with your hands but he gently tugs your wrists away, his blue eyes wavering as he groans, getting closer to you before he glances up.
âDonât hide from me then,â heâs pleading, beginning, âPlease.âÂ
And you canât, because the way he presses gentle kisses to your bare breasts is unlike anything youâve felt before. Youâre breathing hitches, and your head falls back to your pillows as his mouth closes over on your nipples, a moan ripping from your throat.Â
âOh,â you say, breathing shakily through your nose as his other hand goes to your other tit, his thumb flicking over your nipple as you feel yourself grow wetter down there, terrified that thereâs going to be a pool when he looks.Â
He sucks, bites, marking up this territory that only heâs going to see, his pink lips switching to your other one as you whine out loud, feeling lightheaded as he presses three kisses to your hard nipple, worshiping you like you were his deity.Â
âYouâre going to be the death of me,â he says with a mouthful of tit, pulling up from your chest as he kisses you briefly, kissing down your body one more time before he settles in between your legs, âAnd no man has been more willing to die than me.âÂ
You whine when his hot kisses trail up from your calf to your knees, wet as they glisten in the candlelight as if he was making his path visible up to where you were burning, needing for him to meet you.Â
âYou talk a l-lot,â youâre trying to sound steady but you canât when heâs looking at you like that, but he just kisses the inside of your thigh for a second long, his nose nudging at your clothed cunt as you whine.Â
Youâve only heard about the other girls talking about sex, feeling embarrassed as they acted out what the other guys did with them. They talked about how they threw them around on the bed or how they pushed their heads down into the pillows but they never mentioned anything about this.
âYouâre right,â he murmurs, âI should stop.âÂ
And he doesnât give you any warning as he presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear, your little gasp of surprise going straight to his dick. He hitches your legs on his shoulders, looping a finger around the waistband of your panties as he slides them down, a deep, guttural groan almost punched from his lungs at the sight of your glistening cunt.Â
Fuck, he thought to himself, you actually were going to be the death of him with the way he still canât properly breathe around you.Â
âPerfect,â Gojo whispers, his head dipping down, âYouâre perfect.âÂ
And before you can chide him again, he dives down, his tongue licking and sucking at your pussy lips, your back arching off of the bed as your fingers grasp onto his head for support, unknowingly pushing him even further into you.Â
Heâs fast, tasting you as he groans again, your saccharine essence bursting against his tongue, and he canât control himself. Itâs so messy and wet, and you can see your juice shining on his chin when you glance down briefly to look at him.Â
âO-oh,â you stutter when he pushes a slender finger inside your walls, clenching down on him as his lips find your clit, suctioning at it as you whine for him to go fast, âOh god,âÂ
He smiles against you, his finger slowly moving in and out, his lips kissing your clit, feeling the way you grew tight around him and didnât stop.Â
When he added his middle finger you felt like you were going to die, not knowing how youâd be able to handle all of him if this was just you losing yourself on his fingers, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care right now.Â
His fingers are long and reach deep within you, something youâve never felt before, but knowing that youâd surely die without it if he stopped.
âS-Satoru,â youâre mewling, and he thinks he could just cum with the way youâre saying his name, âDonât stop, please, f-faster.âÂ
And he kisses your cunt to tell you that he hears you, his fingers positioning in and out of you, his tongue alternating from where his fingers were to going back up to your little bud, your eyes screwed shut as you feel that rope grow tighter and tighter in your stomach.Â
His unoccupied hand travels up your stomach to toy with your breasts, flicking your nipples back and forth, the added sensation along with everything else causing you to nearly lose whatever sanity it was that you had left.Â
Your toes curled, your fingers gripping onto his white strands even tighter, feeling bad for how hard you were pulling at him, but he urged you, loving that sting.Â
âHow do you feel?â He takes a break, his voice a little muffled, his fingers not stopping as you whine helplessly, âEverything okay?âÂ
And you can tell heâs just teasing you because when you push his head back down he goes willingly, acting as if you were his last meal on this earth and he just couldnât wait for the sweet release of death.Â
âGood,â you moan, âS-so good,â and your voice is egging him on, making him go faster and faster, your toes curling as he switches between his fingers and his mouth, doing something heavenly that you never knew you could experience.Â
Youâre growing tighter around him, your chest heaving as you feel something strange, unlike anything youâve ever felt before, coming.Â
âW-wait, âToru, IâŠâ and you canât stop it, your eyes going white as he doesnât stop either, his fingers pistoning in and out of you with no remorse, âI donât knowâŠfuckâŠcoming, IâŠâ and youâre just babbling mindlessly now, your back almost off of the bed as something snaps and youâre gushing around his fingers.Â
Itâs euphoric, the feeling. You canât breathe but somehow you can breathe better than you have in your life, your walls clenched around him like a vice, your thighs shaking as you cum around his fingers.Â
You wailed out a hopeless moan, your hands covering your mouth as if that could silence you, fat tears dotting your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling and you were trying to fill your lungs back up with air as his mouth never stopped sucking at your clit until he was sure your climax was over.
When you finally calmed down and sank back onto the bed, Gojo sat up from between your thighs, his hair messy, chin and lips soaked with his spit and your release, his eyes a bright cerulean blue.Â
You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, cleaning you off of him, moaning like a whore at the sight. He dipped back down, kissing you feverishly, letting you kiss yourself on him as you whine, feeling like a different person entirely.Â
When he pulls away thereâs a line of spit connecting your lips, and heâs never looked happier.
âAre you feeling good?â Heâs rubbing soothing circles on your hips, âWant to stop?âÂ
You groan, swatting at his shoulders.Â
âYouâre too attentive,â you say, and he snorts, kissing in between your brows as he pecks your lips one last time, reaching down to unbutton his pants, and throw them somewhere along with the rest of your clothes.Â
You watch in a love-sick haze as he tugs at his boxers, his fingers quick as he discards them too, and suddenly, the two of you are bare before each other.Â
He is Adonis, you finally decide when you get to get a full look at him, thereâs no question.Â
His legs are just as toned as the rest of him, his thighs huge with pure muscle, something necessary to be quidditch captain as well as one of the best seekers Hogwarts has ever seen. The v-line that leads down to hisâŠoh god.Â
Heâs huge, and while you havenât been with any other guy, you can tell that heâs big. His dick sits hard and angry against his stomach, his pretty pink tip leaking with pre, curving slightly. Your mouth waters at the veins that start at his base, his white hairs trimmed, and go upwards.Â
How would he fit in you?Â
âDonât worry,â Gojo assures you, as if reading your mind, âIâll go slow. Tell me at any point if it hurts, okay?âÂ
And you nod, your mouth watering as he climbs atop of you, his hand near your head as he presses one final kiss to your hairline, wrapping your leg around his waist as his other hand goes down to finger his dick, plunging two fingers into your wet pussy, lubricating it in your wetness as he looks down at where the two of you met.Â
âReady?â He asks, and you can only whine, murmuring out a needy yes as he chuckles, your legs spreading open to accommodate him, and he lines his tip up with your entrance.Â
You feel like the air that you had so tirelessly gulped back seconds ago was punched out of you at the feeling, and he stays true to his words, going as slow as humanly possible so that you could get used to his length.Â
He pushes past you gently and carefully, your walls clenching around him, memorizing every vein he has, the curve of his dick, and you watch as his hips press into yours, the way his abs tense as he tries to go slow.Â
It stings, but in the most delicious way possible. Your eyes dot with tears, but you need him to move, not knowing why he was taking so long.
Gojo balances himself above you, and you grow wetter and wetter the more he sinks into your warmth, your legs circling his waist to pull him in even closer, your arms tangling around his shoulder, into the hairs at his nape.Â
âMore,â you whisper, needing him unlike anything youâve needed before, âM-more, âToru, please,âÂ
His eyes look at you with slight apprehension.Â
âAre you s-âÂ
âYes,â you cut him off, your legs tightening around him as he groans, his dick pressing more into you, sinking into you completely until all of him was sheathed inside your cunt.Â
You could feel him in your stomach with the way he was pressing up into you, feel the outline of his dick against your skin, and his head dipped down so that you couldnât see his face anymore, his breathing stuttering as he tried to regain his composure, trying his best to not pull out and slam back into you.Â
Gojo gives you a couple of seconds to grow used to him and tries to be as much of a gentleman as he can be, but with every other tick of that clock on the wall he thinks heâs going to go inside, not recognizing himself anymore.Â
Your chest heaves, and you nod.Â
ââM ready,â you say finally, and his head draws back up to you, his brows furrowed together, trying to make sure that you werenât just saying that for his sake, but you nod again, âIâm ready.âÂ
And god, he feels like heâs finally seen the light as he pulls out of you, nearly all of his dick from your snug cunt, your juices shining in the light, and he pushes himself back in, groaning out from deep inside his chest as you clench around him.Â
He does it again, and again, and again, and before you know it heâs slamming his hips into yours.Â
âShit,â he moans, his voice deeper and lower in pitch, âF-fuck, youâre so tight, you haveâta,â he lets out whine when you clench around him, âYou have to relax, please sweetheart, youâre killing me.â
His hands are leaving bruises on your hips from how hard heâs holding onto you, your moans mixing with his as your ankles dig deep into his back, your back arching so much that your tits were pressed up against his chest, gleaming with sweat.Â
âMhh, âToru, oh my g-god,â you canât even recognize your own voice, âS-so good, sâbig âToru,â
You watch as he drops a hand in between your two bodies, his fingers rubbing at your clit as your mouth opens in a silent scream, sweat dotting at your forehead as you bit your lip to keep in your debaucherous moans.Â
He bites down on your shoulder, leaving yet another mark, his nose inhaling at the last remnants of your perfume, making sure heâd never forget a single thing about tonight.Â
His fingers along with his dick are driving you to ruin, and you feel that same coil coming back, being pulled taunt deep within you far quicker than the first time. Heâs relentless against your clit, kissing your tits gently as you cry out.Â
âShit, IâŠâ you can barely breathe, his own groans and moans filling up the room, âI canât, I feel likeâŠ!âÂ
âI know, I know,â he says, knowing what youâre meaning, what youâre feeling, because heâs not too far from his own release either, âCome on, let go, Iâve got you,â he muttered against your glistening skin, edging you on even more.
Your fingers tangle in his white strands once again, pulling him closer to you as your lips lock with his, the kiss messy and not even coherent but you donât care because as his tongue mingles with yours, his hips never stopping and his fingers picking up pace, you moan out loud, lewd and wanting into his mouth as you come.Â
This time is even more intense than the last time, and you canât stop clenching around him, your cum coating his dick, making it even more wet as you spasm around him, your eyes seeing stars, feeling a loud thumping in your head and chest.Â
It doesnât help that he doesnât stop either, your orgasm lasting even longer as he chases his own high, his head thrown back in an instant as he pulls out to finish on you, white spurts coating your heaving chest, painting you like his own portrait.Â
âFuck,â he sighs out, his white lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he looks at you, underneath him, covered in his cum, and feels something primal surge in his chest at the sight, like youâre his god and heâs finally in heaven.
Even after he pulls out you feel yourself pulsing around nothing, already missing him as you whine absentmindedly at the loss.
When you finally calm down, you crack your eyes open to see him sitting on his haunches, pushing back his sweat soaked hair away from his face as he shoots you own of his wide grins, your own face breaking into a smile as you throw and arm across face.Â
You feel the bed dip, and peek out to see him walking away.Â
âWhereâŠ?â You croak out, your voice hoarse, and he throws you a wink from over his shoulders, finding a clean towel in your little bin that you keep at the end of the room for when you and the rest of the girls need to shower.
He brings it over to you, grabbing his wand, casting a small aguamenti charm on it, only to get it slightly wet, as he comes back to where you were lying.Â
You silently watch as he gingerly drags it across your body, cleaning you up between your legs, wincing at the way you inhaled sharply, still feeling raw, and kissing your stomach in an apologetic manner. He then dragged it across your chest, making sure he got everything, throwing the towel in the dirty bin as he climbed up to bed with you.Â
âThirsty?â He asks, and you nod meekly, graciously accepting the cup that he fills with the pitcher near your bed stand, gulping it all down as some of the water droplets fall on your chest, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you set it to the side, falling back in your bedÂ
The bed isnât really meant for two people, especially one with his size, so you have to cuddle close together, but you donât mind the way he pulls you closer to his chest, pulling the blanket above so that it rests on your naked body.Â
âGood?â He asks simply, and you nod again, craning your neck to look up at him as you smile gleefully.Â
âGood.âÂ
â
That morning, you were the first to wake.Â
You blink slowly, sitting up, wiping at your eyes as your mouth opens in a loud yawn.Â
You look over to Gojo next to you, his hands still strewn across your waist, his lips parting slightly as he sleeps gently.Â
You donât want to wake him up, not used to seeing him so at ease, but you remember that itâs Christmas morning, falling back down to your mattress as your fingers tap on his bicep, watching as he cracks one blue eye open.Â
âHmm?â He hums tiredly, annoyed that you had moved away from him, pulling you back to the furnace that was his chest.Â
âYou promised youâd wake up,â you say with a whine, giggling when his eyes snap open, never wanting to break a promise he makes to you, sitting up suddenly as he looks around the empty room.Â
âIâm kidding,â you tease, âI donât usually get much, come back to sleep.âÂ
Gojo yawns, rubbing his hands across his face, and gives you a knowing look. Your brows furrow together in confusion, tilting your head to the side.Â
âWhat?â You ask, sitting up next to him as his thumb traces against your knuckles.Â
âNothing,â he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and then finally your lips, âItâs just that I think that the majority of presents under that tree are for you,â Gojo says with a grin, watching with a smile as your face breaks into the cutest grin, your eyes bright as you tug on his fingers.Â
âReally?â youâre already getting out of bed, the smile on your face never ending as you tug on your jeans from the floor, âReally?âÂ
âReally,â he says, handing you your sweater as you pull that on mindlessly, your movements fast and hurried, excited for Christmas morning for the first time since you were a kid.Â
âOh, and,â he holds onto your wrist, stopping you momentarily as you try to pull on a sock over your feet, âI have something I wanted to give youâŠin private.âÂ
Your eyes squint together, trying to see if he was going to say a dirty joke or if he was actually serious.Â
When he releases your wrist, he unfolds your hands, taking your ring finger as he slides a ring across it, something that he mustâve had hidden in his hand for a good second because you never saw him get anything.Â
âWhatâŠ?â You turn your hand around, only to see his gold ring, embellished with his family crest, shining back at you.Â
ââToru, IâŠâ You were shaking your head, going to take it off, but he stops you, his blue eyes shimmering a light sky color, creasing upwards as he gives you one of the smiles that he only reserves for you.Â
âItâs yours,â he says, closing your fingers into a fist as he brings it up to his lips, kissing it softly, âAnd besides, itâs just a placeholder.âÂ
You let out a disbelieving chuckle, looking at the ring once again as you glance up at him.Â
âPlaceholder for what?âÂ
Gojo gives you another knowing look, as if you should know the answer to this question.Â
âYouâll see,â he promises, and you laugh, helping him put on his own clothes, messing with his hair, pushing it back so that it wouldnât be so messy.Â
âYou want to be my husband?â You say teasingly, walking to the door as you cast him a glance, âBecause you should know that I need to get a stable job and house and everything before I even think of marrying. Are you sure youâll want to wait that long? After all that time?âÂ
He pulls you in for a hug, kissing the crown of your head.Â
âEven after all that time,â he murmurs against your hair, âAlways.â
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warnings: groping, oral (sevika recieving), bottom sevika, one slap on the ass, cum sharing?, im not proof reading anything ever
"hey, you," you mutter against sevikas neck, sliding up behind her where she finishes putting some dishes away.
"me doing your dishes wasnt enough for you?" she asks, though you can hear the small smile in her voice as she leaned back into your hold around her, enjoying the small kisses to her neck.
"i cant simply want to thank my woman?" you cant help yourself as your hands find and gently knead her tits through her wife-pleaser.
"mmh... you usually want something from me, baby."
"its hard not to."
with a final squeeze you let go, running your hands down the expanse of her strong stomach, humming with appreciation before they find her hips to pull them back against you, your own grinding against her ass.
sevikas hand reached back to cradle your neck, brushing her warm fingers against your hairline.
"you gonna let me kiss you? or are you still on a strike?" you ask her as you inch in, the warmth of her breath mingling in with yours. of course she scoffs a little.
"maybe brush your teeth sometimes," she mutters half-heartedly against your lips before pressing a lingering kiss onto them.
you stood on your toes to reach her with your tender kisses, softly licking into her mouth and swallowing up her sighs as your hands wandered over her impressive physique. unashamedly you reached down to grab her ass, her mouth opening against yours with a ragged breath as you squeezed.
"you're so beautiful," you cant help but whisper into her mouth while you reach around her to work off her belt.
"come on..." she complains quietly, though she helps detach the straps around her waist, turning her face away from you to watch your nimble hands work her pants off.
"i mean it, sevika."
you kiss down the nape of her neck, touching your lips to where her bone had began to protrude after countless nights of hanging over her work, while your hand squirmed its way into her pants to cup her pussy through damp fabric.
"handsome, then..." you re-work your wording, fondling her. sevika was so easy to rile up, be it anger or arousal, it took next to nothing to get her going and satisfied.
nudging her forward she bent over, her forearm resting on the counter, her head onto her arm again. your hand stayed nestled in her pants, wetting themselves on her, as your hips ground forward, pushing small sounds out of the woman.
her back was something to be deeply admired as her muscles worked to keep her upright and grinding back against your movements. your free hand tracing over her back, you couldnt help but groan, landing a small slap to her ass while removing your hand from between her legs.
sevika glanced over her shoulder at you, a small harmless glare situated on her face. she shook her head and looked back down onto her arm on the counter as you pulled her pants down over her hips, laughing at her reaction.
"you slap my ass all the time, dont be a kill-joy."
she only grumbles at you while you continue your fondling of her, pushing your fingers and palm into her soft flesh as you practically make out with her shoulder, licking and sucking onto her dark skin.
the wet kisses moved back to her neck as your hands moved back to her tits, pushing her shirt up to get a proper feel of her. sevika pushed herself up slightly with her hand placed firmly on the counter, moaning so softly she might just not have been at all.
"fuck, youre hot," you groan into her skin, not able to help yourself. "just want to devour you."
her head bobbed at the suggestion, you just barely glimpting her lip catching between her teeth at your handling of her, you didnt treat her like this often enough.
it didnt take long for you to crouch down behind her to sink your teeth into the thickness of her ass, delighting in her low whine at the action, at her hips pushing back against you to urge you on.
it took even less for you to bury your face into her cunt, lapping up her tangy taste. god was it good, you moaned into her wetness while she widened her stance to get you deeper, moans tumbling out through her dark lips.
licking into her, your tongue pressed flat from her thrumming clit to her weeping hole, you hummed, pressing your hands into her cheeks to pull them further apart.
you moaned into her at her taste, sevikas own sounds almost drowning out around you, her whimpers as she gripped onto what she could while you licked at her pussy just about dissipating in your desire.
"make me cum, doll, make me cum," she groaned above you, more to herself than you if you were both being honest, her hips grinding greedily into your face to earn her more pleasure.
"oh fuck-" she whimpered, biting into her arm. your own arms wrapped around thick thighs as you ate out her poor cunt as if you depended on it. you moaned too, couldnt help yourself with the heat gathering between your legs, making you shift where you kneeled behind her.
you pressed your tongue into her, fucking her with it, one of your hands moving up to thumb at her hardened clit, rubbing slow torturous circles into it. all sevika could do was twitch against your hold, to push into you, to fuck herself on your tongue. her back arched with each whine that left her, hungrily humping your face.
you couldnt help humming into her pussy, moving back down to lick at her clit, sucking it into your mouth as she tried to starve off her moans by hiding against her arm. your nose pressed so closely against her you couldnt breathe without sevika filling you.
her humping became short and unmeasured, her hand pushing against the wall to help her grind back onto you. a sweet desperate whine left her as every part of her tightened, her pussy clenching on your tongue, pussy gushing onto your face. you licked her through it, as her hips twitched and her breath came out in small gasps following whiny groans and pleas for more and yes and god right there please.
you wouldve talked, ran your mouth and told her every filthy thing on your mind, that she was a slut, greedy, helpess with your mouth on her, that no one would treat her or eat her out the way you would, but youd rather die than pull away from her perfect cunt.
some things could only be imagined, as her mouth surely hung open, her brows furrowed, and her eyes slipped closed in her headless pleasure. fuck she wanted you inside her, wanted you to stuff her full until she cried, but she knew you, and knew within the hour she would be weeping on whatever you decided would fit her that night.
even once she was done you took to peppering kisses over her, from her clit to her hole to her bush and thinghs and ass. all of it. it was obscene the way you couldnt keep your tongue and mouth off her while she caught her breath.
"so fucking good," you murmured into the fat of her ass, licking a bite you had just left on her still twitching muscle.
"so perfect, so good... fuck youre good," you kept going, unable to stop yourself from just repeating it. because truly she was so perfect and oh so good, especially against your tongue, and especially with her wanton thrusts against it.
you stood up to bend over her back, grabbing her jaw to force her lips onto your cum covered ones. it was sevikas favourite part, it had to be, when you smeared her cum onto her lips, making her taste herself on your wild tongue.
sevikas brows furrowed while you licked into her again and again, her own tongue helping to suck onto yours, easily removing her taste from you to greedily have it for herself.
"take me to bed..." she murmured against your wet lips.
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dull domestication
A/N: s4 steve is WAY too babygirl like what am i supposed to do. he is literally begging to be domesticated. (gif creds: @emziess)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!AFAB!Reader
Summary: You and a sleepy Steve have a very domestic conversation about the future. 0.9k words
Warnings: domestic fluff, talk of pregnancy/children, cuddling, pet names (daddy /j, baby, honey), cursing
Steve's hair is mussed when he reenters the living room from the kitchen. You're not sure what exactly he got up to in there besides dishes, but you're sure he looks even more tired than when he left. And now, he's a heat seeking missile for your lap.
"Tired, honey?" you whisper just to see him nod and close his eyes halfway to the couch. And when he finally reaches you, he spreads his body weight completely atop yours, ear pressed to your heart and cheek smushed against your sternum.
He hums with your lithe fingers sweetly combing through his hair.
"Fuckin' exhausted. Don't even get me started on my shift," he grumbles.
"What happened on your shift?"
He sighs long and hard, rumbling your chest. It takes everything in you not to laugh at how it even shakes the couch a little.
"Robin ditched halfway through to go on a date with Vickie"âhe mocksâ"and I forgot my lunch."
"Aw, baby, you know I would've brought it to you."
"Don't feel bad, I only didn't call because I worked through my entire break because no one was there to remind me that I even had a break. Stupid. If I hadn't just gotten a raise, I fuckin' swear."
With every second, he seems to sink further into your embrace, bones becoming goo the longer he crushes you into the cushions. Even with the air running and the night chill cooling the house, he stills runs hot like an oven. If you held your breath, you could probably hear his veins humming to produce all that heat.
"I knew I should've visited today. I had a feeling," you say, fingertips soft on the back of his neck. He hums, pushing his hands up your sides and taking your top with them.
"I like when you visit me, baby," he says, "makes me happy. And way more productive."
"Except for the twenty minutes we spend doing nothing."
"Hey, we don't do nothing."
"Oh, sorry, the twenty minutes we spend staring into each others eyes and making out. How could I forget?"
"Dunno," he shrugs, hands now snug up underneath your shoulder blades. "You ever think about kids?"
"Like how loud and obnoxious they are? Yeah, sometimes."
"Yeah, that." But you know that's not all because his brow furrows, his face taut against your chest. He takes a deep breath and shivers when you dip your fingers into the neck of his shirt. "But also about how cute ours would be."
Fuck. For all the shit running through his mind, you're shocked that's all he let out. How cute your kids would be. You and Steve. Cute kids? No doubt. Have you seen his eyes? Of course they'd be cute. You just can't beleive he said it out loud. Like the though of getting older and settling down never crossed his mind as a kind of threat. Like that's the natural course of action for two young adult lovers. You've talked about marriage, sure, but children is a whole new ballpark.
"Honey?" he coos, lifting his head to meet your eyes. "Did I scare you?"
"No. No, no. Just... hadn't really thought of it.
But I agree. Our kids would be cute. Loud and obnoxious and cute."
Your heart gives you away, pounding hard against his cheek and against your will. It makes him blush to hear you say it. Makes him a little embarrassed he said anything at all. But, they'd be pretty cute, wouldn't they?
"We don't have to talk about it," he whispers. You look down at him, pushing all of his hair up past his hairline and covering it up until he looks hairless and then letting it all flop down in his face.
"It's okay, we can talk about it," you whisper, leaning in to kiss his forehead and pull away with a smile. ïżŒ
"I hope they have your eyes," he says.
"No way, you've got stunners. They better have yours, daddy," you say, grinning wickedly.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, daddio, better get used to it if you want to father our annoying yet gorgeous children."
He goes bug-eyed, staring you down in the dark, and then squinting when you cover your face to laugh.
"Not funny."
"I'm sorry! You should've seen your face, baby. Just a teensy weensy bit funny."
"You're my number one enemy right now."
"Fine, no babies for you."
Steve rucks up your shirt with haste, swiping his hand over your tummy before pressing his wet lips to the hot skin. And blowing a raspberry onto it.
"Steven! Get off of me!" you shout. He takes a very minor beating to his upper back before he laughs and wipes his mouth on his sleeve and settling his head back on your chest. You rub circles over the muscle you had attacked, whispering an apology and rolling your eyes.Â
"Okay, I hope they have your nose."
"I do have a great nose," you tease.
"Yes, you do," he says.
"I hope they all get a good mix of everything. Little franken-babies."
"I hope so, too. All six of them."
"Six??"
"Sorry, did you want more?"
"More???" you gasp. He chuckles.
"I'm kidding," he teases, plucking at the edge of your tee. "Six is the perfect number." You'd definitely be discussing that number later on.
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SINCERITY
Flirting with Suo is never a good ideaâyou can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now, not when his blood is all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. If Suo makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry. (Or: Suo, Nirei, and Sakura get into a fight in the red light district and go to you to get patched up. Suo takes the opportunity to tease you mercilessly.)
4.5k words, suo x reader with implied one-sided sakura x reader, sfw with mature themes. set post-canon (they are all 18-19 years old), non-canon backstory details for suo and sakura (speculative as of ch. 146). fem reader â references to gendered professions, e.g. hostessing; reader wears a dress for her job in a girlsâ bar. warning for inaccurate depictions of first aid! dividers by @/cafekitsune.
Suoâs never liked your job.
You suppose this is fair. The feeling is mutual. Youâve never liked the fact that Suo chose to go to a delinquent school rather than a proper high school, and heâs never liked the fact that you chose to drop out of your proper high school to go work in the red light districtâfirst at a kyabakura, and now at a girlsâ bar. His master, who also happens to be your master, has always told you that this was a natural reaction on his part. Having a secondary school certificate is important, after all. But Suoâs disapproval of your income sources, no matter how politely or subtly phrased, has always felt like it runs deeper than simple concern for your education.
Still, this has never stopped him from visiting you at your place of work, though he only tends to come by under the worst possible circumstancesâtonight worse than any other.
When you see the three of them limping through the clamour and heat of the red light districtâthe neon glow of the street making the blood smeared across Suoâs face shine vibrantlyâyou entirely forget that you're on the clock. You chuck your sign onto the ground (3000„ per hour! it reads) as you cut a path toward them, almost tripping in your stiletto heels. Your customer service voice gives way to your regular one, which is so outraged that it startles everyone around you.
âSuo, you motherfuckerâare you trying to lose the only eye you have left?!â
Suo is unbothered. His smile is calm and deeply shameless as you approach him. Itâs nothing like Nirei, who cringes at the furious look you give him, or Sakura, who looks like a deer caught in headlights when you round on him instead. Like he doesnât know what to do at the fact that someone is worrying over him, and especially not when that person is wearing an extremely revealing evening gown. For a minute, you think he's going to bolt.
But Suo keeps him there, grip tight on his arm.
âHi,â he says brightly, like there isn't blood all over his face and shoulder. âAre you busy? We might need to trouble you.â
âOf course I'm busy! I'm in the middle of a shift!â you fume at him. But you still extract Sakura from him, scruffing him by the neck before he can clam up and run. You pull him in the direction of your bar, and gesture for the other two to follow. âHurry up before my manager sees you.â
Smuggling three delinquents into the washroom of a girlsâ bar is not a skill you thought you'd ever need, but it is one that you've become an expert in. This is at least the third time you've done it. The Furin trio rarely ever loses fights, but they occasionally slip up in the part of the red light district that isn't controlled by Roppo-Ichiza. This is somewhat unavoidable, as Keyaki Street is a different beast from Keisei Street. It isn't just delinquents here, but bona fide criminals. âLike, actual fucking Yakuza,â you grouse at Suo for the millionth time. You wipe at the blood remaining on his faceâmost of it you've already rinsed off, staining the melamine sink with ironâand the paper towel in your hand blooms red.
âBut these guys weren't Yakuza,â he says cheerfully.
âThey still pulled weapons on you! Bladed weapons!â
âMm⊠well, that's true. I'm sorry.â
You scowl at him. âNo, you're not.â
âNo, I'm not.â Heâs still smiling. âIn our defense, we didn't have much of a choice. They were about to do something terrible to an innocent person,â he says, and you deflate a little, because you know Suo can't stand to see injustice. This is something you love very dearly about him, and also a quality of his that constantly raises your blood pressure. But then you roll your eyes when he happily adds, âAnd in my defense, itâs all our Captainâs fault!â
âOi!â Sakura yells from one of the stalls, where heâs sitting and holding a bag of ice to a knot on his head. âWasnât my fault we ended up fighting. They were practically begginâ to have their asses kicked.â
âYou did provoke them, Sakura,â Nirei says. He's in the other stall, trying to stay off his sprained ankle.
âWell, they were dangerous! Not like you wanted to just leave them alone either,â Sakura grumbles, and Nirei apologises, though Suo accurately points out there is no need for him to. After hearing this story, you can't help but agree, and you suppose you shouldn't have expected any differently. After three years at Furin, Sakura is no longer the type to pick fights for no reason. Whatever those guys were up to must have been pretty bad for him to start shit in unfamiliar territory.
Still. The red light district is what it is. Touts, street gangs, and Yakuza are constantly causing problems here, with violence of a scale and nature that Bofurin simply don't see on their own turf. Your street in particular makes someone like Endo look like a joke. âYou should still learn to exercise some restraint,â you say to Sakura. âAnd youââyou give Suo a miserable lookââyou know the area. You should have known better. At the very least, you should have called me for backup.â
âBut you were on the clock,â Suo points out, and you frown. Despite having absolutely no need, you take out an alcohol wipe and swipe it over his cut. He winces.
âI'm still on the clock now,â you reply, voice dry, âand here you are, distracting me anyway. My boss is going to be on my ass about it if I don't bring in any customers tonight, you know.â
âWe can be your customers,â Suo offers.
âYou aren't old enough to drink!â
âNeither are you, yet you work here.â His gaze has turned a little sharp. His voice too. You blink, suddenly mollified.
â...okay. If each of you buys a drink after this, Iâll call us even.â Then you glance down at his changshan, which is sliced through, the pearly silk stained red at the shoulder. Heâs insisted that the wound is unserious and said that he'd rather clean up his face first, and you're starting to question his priorities. âThat is, if you don't have to go to the hospital after this.â
âI don't.â
âI don't know if I believe you.â You pull out some polysporin. âCome closer.â
Suo could do this on his own. His hands aren't incapacitated. But he humours you, as he's always humoured you, and allows you dab his cut with the antibiotic. You feel a little sentimental as you do it, and almost a little sad. Doing this reminds you of when he was a kid who had just started learning martial arts. Granted, he never got any real cuts back then, but sometimes heâd scrape his knees or his elbows orâgod forbidâhis face, and you would plaster bandaids all over him when he did. But none of those were real injuries.
More than anything, doing this reminds you of when he lost his eye. The state that he was in after the accident. The way his face was bandaged after the surgery. The texture of the gauze against your fingers when you asked to try swapping out the dressings for him.
If Suo notices the way your lip is trembling, he doesn't comment on it.
âYouâre so meanâhow come you never believe anything I say?â he asks. You press the gauze to his cut with more pressure than necessary, and he blinks. He opens his mouth again, but then the door rattles violently.
âSorry!â you yell. âWashroomâs closed for cleaning!â You wince as you hear complaints in replyâyouâve been closed for half an hour!âand shoot Suo a sour look as the customer leaves. âIâm really risking it all for you three,â you remark.
âI'll make it up to you,â Suo says. âI'll stick around the whole night and buy as many drinks as you want. Your manager won't be able to hassle you about anything then.â
âNo way. You're not wasting that much money on the red light district.â You frown. âMaster will kill me if I let you piss away your inheritance like that.â
âIâm not wasting my money on the red light district. I'm wasting it on you.â
âWell, I'm employed at a girlsâ bar, so when you waste money on me, you are in fact spending it on the red light district.â
âThen you should quit so I can spend as much money on you as I want.â
âQuit and then live on what income?â You set aside the first aid kit and grab some more paper towel. âTake off your shirt.â
âOh? Right here? Right now?â His eye goes wide. âHow forward.â
Sakura coughs very, very loudly from the stall. If you weren't so used to Suo saying this kind of thing just to mess with you, you'd probably do the same. In fact, you'd probably choke on your spit and die on the spot. But as it is, you only sigh and start unbuttoning Suoâs changshan, starting at the high collar. Any sentimentality or concern you previously felt is quickly drowned out by annoyance.
âSuo.â
âDonât worryâI don't mind,â he adds. âI thought you'd never ask. I just didn't think itâd happen here. And so suddenly.â
âDonât do that. I can't do this today.â
âDonât do what?â he says innocently. He lets you slip his changshan off one shoulder. To your relief, the cut does look very shallowâheâs too quick for anything other than a bullet to land a serious hit on him, you guessâbut you still swallow when you see it. It looks like he's bled a lot more than he probably actually has.
Or you hope so, anyway.
âJoke like that,â you reply after a moment. âIt's very mean.â
âIâm not joking about anything.â You feel his eye on you as you start dabbing at all the red on his skin, the paper towel in your hands blotting crimson as if with ink. Your breath shakes as you study the wound. He lifts his hand, his knuckle brushing against your cheek. You smack it away, but he doesn't seem bothered. âI was being very serious,â he continues. âQuit working in the red light district and let me support you instead.â
âSuo,â you say, your voice flat, âthere is no job you could qualify for on this planet that will let you earn more than what I'm making now. If anything, you should let me support you.â
âAh,â he says brightly. âI get it nowâyou want me to be your trophy husband!â
Now you are choking on your spit and you do think you're dying. Sakura sounds like he's not doing much betterâsomething bangs loudly against the washroom stall, and you assume itâs his forehead. Even Nirei is affected, not-so-subtly clearing his throat.
âI do not want you to be my trophy husband.â
âJust a regular husband, then?â he asks. âThatâs alright. If I joined the Yakuza, I could make plenty of money. You could even stay at home if you wanted.â
âSuo you motherfucker you are not joining the fucking Yakuza! And I wouldn't be a stay at home wife!â
âOh? You wouldn't want to be?â
âNo, god! Do you know how much I could make if I scored a hostess gig at a high-end place? Why would I ever turn down that kind of money?!â
âAh, so you want us to be dual income?â
âOf course I would want us to be dual income!â
âYou could get a different job and we could still be dual income.â
âThereâs no other job that would pay as well.â
Suo sighs, and your brow twitches. You've always been suspicious about why he disapproves of your choice in career. Itâs not in his disposition to judge people, but sometimes you still worry that he's doing it to you.
âWhat,â you ask, âwould you be so against marrying a hostess?â
âNo, not at all. But I'd be worried if my spouse worked somewhere unsafe. What if you end up at a Yakuza-owned club?â
You pause, startled at the abruptly earnest tone of his voice. Suddenly you feel guilty.
âOh⊠well, I wouldnât work at a Yakuza-owned club.â
âHm⊠then I guess it's fine.â Suo nods, as if arriving at a decision. âWeâll get married, weâll be dual income, and neither of us will work for the Yakuza.â
âYes, exactly. Weâll get married, weâll be dual income, and neither of usââ Your eyes go wide as you realize what you're saying. You feel yourself flushing. âWait.â
âWhat? Is there a problem?â
âSuo.â
âDonât tell me you're going to change your mind now. That would just be mean.â
âI'm being mean?â you ask, flabbergasted.
âWell, yes. You don't think it would hurt if you changed your mind about marrying me? And so soon after agreeing, too.â
You stare at him in disbelief. You have a number of possible retorts that cross your mind, and somehow you pick the least relevant one: âYou can't trick someone into marrying you.â
âThen can I trick you into dating me?â
âSuo! I said don't do that!â
âDonât do what?â
âJoke about that kind of thing!â
âI'm not joking about anything.â
âYes you are? You don't actually want to date me. Stop saying that you do!â
Suo leans in. He stares at you, his gaze distinctly vulpine. It's very attractive, and also intimidating, and you should be used to it by now, but your heart rate ticks up anyway. You swallow thickly as his thumb glides along your cheek again, your skin scorching beneath his fingertips. You forget to bat his hand away this time.
âYouâre so mean,â he repeats, voice lilting, âhow come you never believe anything I say?â
He's baiting you. He's obviously baiting you, and you consider for a moment whether you want to bite.
Flirting with Suo is never a good ideaâyou can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now. His shirtâs stained with such a bright red that it keeps distracting you, just like the blood he's left all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. You think they'd go broke before they could spend enough money here to appease her, were she to discover the four of you. You might even lose your job. Then you wouldn't be able to support yourself anymore, let alone Suo, who cracks jokes as easily about being your trophy husband as he does about being Leonardo DiCaprio.
If he makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry.
âYou're not being very gentlemanly right now,â you finally point out. He raises a brow.
âNo?â
âNo. I'd even say you're being a menace, actually. Doing a very bad job ofââyou almost laugh as you say this, because you've heard this speech so many timesââengaging with my feelings. Not being supportive at all. Really falling off the staircase to adulthood, you know.â
Suo studies you. Something complicated passes through his eye before he pulls away, his expression now back to normal. It's deceptive how innocent he looks.
âSorry,â he says. âYouâre right. Iâll play nice.â
âNo, you won't,â you retort, and Suo smiles at you, not replying. But he does give you a break. You finish cleaning up the cut without incident, although you do get flecks of blood on your evening gown, which you hope won't be too noticeable against the black satin. You bemoan the lost cause of Suo's changshan tooâmade of Suzhou silk, a gift from your masterâand silently make a note to buy him a replacement sometime.
You're in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when the door clicks and swings open. Met face to face with your coworker, you freeze up.
Your stage name leaves her mouth in an angry bark. âWhat are you doing? I told you you're not supposed to be having sex with customers here, you should be doing that someplaceââ She stops, evidently spotting the blood on Suoâs shirt, and then the other two individuals locked up in here with you, one of whom is blushing violently and looks to be on the verge of dying from embarrassment. Beneath your hands, you feel Suoâs body go stiff too.
âOh,â she says before either of them can comment. âItâs just your delinquent boyfriend and his buddies.â Suo waves at her, and she nods back before squinting at the sink. âAre you going to clean that up?â
âYes,â you say quickly. âPlease don't tell our boss.â
âHave I ever ratted you out?â she asks. âJust get out of here soon. People do have to piss, you know.â Then she stops, looking at Suo with a dubious expression. âAnd make sure your boyfriend doesn't die.â
You're too tired to correct her on the nature of your relationship. âI've been trying,â you say, and she gives you a sympathetic look before retreating. You hear her laughing with a customer about people fooling around in the washroom, and I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, sir, and could you please go downstairs while I clean up. Youâre so relieved, you nearly fall to your knees. A calloused hand touches your back as you rub your temples.
âIâm sorry for worrying you,â Suo says quietlyâsincerelyâand instead of saying no, you're not, you reply, âI know. Iâm sorry too.â
Suoâs always hated your job.
Heâs always hated your job, your boyfriends, your apartment, and a lot of other things about your life that Sakura doesnât have any business prying into. And it's just as well. Sakura also hates your shitty job, and your shitty boyfriends, and considering that you live in the same shitty building as him, he isn't a fan of your rental situation either. Nireiâs too polite to say anything about it, but Sakura can tell that he disapproves as well. Itâs not like any of them are living the most comfortable lives eitherâSakura has personally been living from shithole to shithole, mostly alone, ever since his parents passedâbut your lifestyle does make them all feel poorly.
You're just a very easy person to like. And it's very easy to want nice things for you. So Sakura gets it, how Suo feels about you.
What he doesn't quite get is how Suo acts about you.
One thing heâs learned over the years is that Suo is very good at reading people. Sometimes he understands Sakura better than Sakura understands himself, and he can convince Sakura to do things which he himself didn't think were possible for him to do. He's done the same with Nirei, and about half the other people in their grade, and at least a third of the guys in Bofurin. Itâs frankly a terrifying skill. But Suo never uses it with youânot to get you to change jobs, or boyfriends, or even apartments.
At first Sakura thought that you were just immune to Suoâs tactics, but he's recently come to realise that Suo simply gets too emotional about you to know how to convince you of anything. Heâs even emotional enough to get kind of petty and a little mean with you, which is something that Sakura has only witnessed from Suo during fights. Really bad fights.
Itâs terribly uncomfortable, especially when youâre clearly head over heels for Suo.
Sakura doesn't have any business prying into your personal problems. Though truthfully, heâd be happy to thrash some random assholes for you anyway, if that would fix your heartbreak. (He's already done this to at least one of your exes, and it worked shockingly well.) The problem is, Suo is not a random asshole and Sakura isn't sure that you'd want him thrashed in the first place. But it's just fucking painful watching the two of you act like this around each other, so he ends up pulling Suo aside after you kick them out of the girlsâ bar, scowling.
Suo looks at him, surprised. âSakura? What's the matter?â
He doesn't mince words. âHow come you were being such a dick to your friend?â
Nirei goes stiff. âSakura,â he says in his panicked âwhy are you trying to pick a fight nowâ voice, âwhere is this coming from? I don't think Suo was being rudeâŠâ But Sakura can tell, as Nireiâs finishing his own sentence, that he's second-guessing himself.
âNo,â Suo replies. âI was being a bit terrible, wasn't I?â Thereâs no humour in either his words or his face, but the corner of his mouth lifts. He actually looks endeared. âI'm surprised you noticed, Sakura.â
âI meanââSakura feels himself going red, embarrassed at just the memory of how you looked at Suo; first so worried, then painfully fond, and then like you were going to burst into tears right there in the washroom and ask him to hold you, as if you were in a horrible getsuku dramaââit was kinda hard not to.â
Suo nods. âI suppose itâs natural to be sensitive to the feelings of someone you like.â
Heat floods his face. âI don't like her!â
âDid I say you did?â Suoâs mouth curls when Sakura can't answer. âDonât be embarrassed. She's a very easy person to like.â
Sakura tries his hardest to ignore Suoâwhich should be easy, because Suo lies randomly and pointlessly all the time, whenever he thinks it's funnyâand says, âIf she's an easy person to like, how come you act like you don't like her at all?â
âWas I acting like that? Or was she acting like it was impossible for someone to like her?â Sakura stops. Suo gives him a long look, then smiles. âYou would know how difficult it can be to accept being liked, Sakura. And how long it can take to understand that there are people who want to support you unconditionally.â
Sakura opens his mouth once, twice. A third time. Nirei sighs. The two of them watch as Suoârather than walking in the direction of the subwayâsteps over to a vending machine and buys a bottle of oolong tea.
âAre you going to wait for her shift to finish?â Nirei asks.
âMm, I think so.â Suo glances down at his ankle. âBut you should go home, Nire-kun. You canât fight like that. In case those guys come back here, I mean.â He opens the bottle, takes a sip. âThey had bladed weapons. It would be bad if you risked it.â
Nirei glances at the entrance to your bar, worried. âButâŠâ
Sakura understands without Nirei finishing his sentence. The security at your bar is terrible, and plenty of people like to exploit that. It was Nirei who noticed a group men eyeing you before anyone else did, following you all the way from Keisei Street to your place of work. And sure, Suo kicked the shit out of them in the end, did much worse to them than vice versaâbut who knows if there aren't more of them.
Suo hates your job. All three of them do.
âItâs okay,â Sakura says. âI'm sure the two of us will be enough.â
â...I'll ask Tsubaki if he's free,â Nirei finally relents. âAnd I'll text Kiryu and Tsugeura too.â
âThanks, Nire-kun.â
Suo gets a bottle of ramune after Nirei leaves, passes it to Sakura. Tsubaki comes by later, still in his pole outfit, with several pieces of taiyaki for them to shareâIâm always snacky after dancing, he explainsâand the three of them loiter in front of your bar until four in the morning. Tsubaki asks questions about you in a tone that has Sakura wanting to crawl into an alleyway just to hide, and Suo deflects masterfully with questions about Tsubakiâs new boyfriend. The guys from earlier don't show up. Maybe the sight of Roppo-Ichizaâs top fighter scares them off.
You're surprised to see them there when you emerge a little later. You give Tsubaki a happy but perplexed look as he hugs you.
âTsubaki? What are you doing here?â
âKeeping these two company,â he replies. âAnd I wanted to say hi, of course. You should come by the club sometime, you know! I haven't seen you in forever.â
âSure! That would be nice, butâŠâ You turn to Sakura and Suo, puzzled. âWhy are you guys still here?â
Sakura, on instinct, nearly recounts the whole evening to youâabout the men tailing you, about how they got into a fight, about the kind of things they said they'd do once they caught youâbut Suo answers first.
âTroubling you again,â is all he says. âItâs fine since your shift is over now, right?â
You give the two of them a long, curious look. For a moment, you look worried, but you're eventually disarmed by Suoâs expression.
âI guess it's fine,â you reply. You sound so happy. Suoâs gaze goes soft, and Sakura has to force himself not to look away. âLet's hurry up and go home.â
You smile at them, and it's the kind of smile that makes it very easy to like you. The kind of smile that makes it natural to want nice things for you. The kind of smile that would make anyone emotional, even if they're normally very controlled. It makes something in Sakura squeeze tightly, all knotted up and painful.
Heâs starting to understand why Suo acts the way he does around you.
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this wasn't meant to be a love triangle, my apologiesâŠ
this was also meant to be a very short piece (like 500w lol), but I kept thinking about what suoâs backstory might be, and why he was so comfortable in the red light district in the manga, and what these guys might realistically act like in an aged up, romantic context. that all coalesced into this very bizarre fic LOL. I'm not sure how it'll land, but I hope someone out here enjoyed it! I would like to write more about this triangle (+ nirei) but I'm not sure what the level of interest would be, or if it'll even make sense with the manga. I guess weâll see eventually!
in any case, thank you for reading!! <3
#hayato suo x reader#suo hayato x reader#haruka sakura x reader#sakura haruka x reader#wind breaker x reader#wbk x reader#i cannot believe this was 4.5k words...#yueshuo.fics#divider by @/cafekitsune
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RULE NO.1 - LN
summary : fewtrell!sister. The one rule Max keeps strict with Lando is to stay away from his sister! Lando has always teased the girl but as she returns from college to crash at Maxâs, itâs not so much of a joke anymore.
warning : kissing kissing kissing!
word count : 1740
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My brother has always had one rule with Lando, that is, âNo, Under so circumstances, can you ever do ANYTHING with my sister.â After I had my first kiss with said F1 driver, Max vetoed anything between us.
Of course there was nothing there, we were twelve and I had a tiny crush on him. But Lando is nothing if not mischievous.
He flirts. Thatâs the way he gets around the silly rule. His touches linger, his words tease me, and his eyes say anything he forgot.
Max absolutely hates it, especially with Landos track record with girls, itâs become a way to protect me and his own friendship.
I donât exactly hate it. Itâs a hot guy flirting with me, why would I hate it? Still, maybe my teeny tiny crush never fully left my mind. And with his meaningless words comes my own meaningful feelings.
âYou look good.â I can see Lando in the reflection of the TV. He sips his tea, and leans against the counter.
He's in running shorts and a Quadrant shirt.
âThank you.â I havenât seen Lando in more than a year. Iâve been in my last year at Uni and his career has been crazier than ever. I would be fine around him⊠except that the last time I saw him it was new years. And he kissed me.
He kissed me and itâs lived rent free in my head for over a year. Max doesnât know, of course he doesnât because Lando is still in one piece.
Our whole childhood I was just the little sister who sometimes would beat them at mario kart. Iâm two years younger, nothing crazy, yet Max seems to think itâs illegal for Lando to see me in shorts.
âWhereâs my brother?â I ask, turning the page of my book without reading any words.
âRunning.â He shrugs, âHeâs slow.â I hear Landos footsteps come closer, then his bent over body leans against the back of the couch, making our heads next to each other.
He's turned toward me, I refuse to take my eyes off this book. âWhy? You donât trust us alone?â
Fuck Max and his slow ass.
I turn to face him, not letting myself feed his ego, âI donât trust Maxâs judgment of us alone.â
Landos slow smirk that tormented me throughout my childhood drifts back onto his face, âHeâs right though.â
I sigh and close my book, getting up and walking to the kitchen, âHeâs not here, Norris. You donât have to play like that.â
âPlay like what?â He turns to face me, wanting me to say it. âOh iâm sorry, Your boyfriend wouldnât approve?â
I hate the way he knows me because he clocks the way my lips pull into a thin line immediately, âYou broke up?â
âIt was mutual.â I say quickly.
âYou dumped him.â He laughs out loud, walking closer to me, âGod, Y/N please tell me he cried.â he did cry, actually.
I pivot and grab an apple for myself. I bite into it and Lando takes the time to assess me. I suddenly feel naked in sweats and a tank top.
âYouâre one to talk. You cried after Kelly Allen kissed another boy on the playground.â
âThat was in primary school!â
I laugh as he gets defensive, âIâm going to bed.â
âWait! Come on, humor me a bit more.â He steps closer and I step backwards.
âGoodnight, Lando.â I turn around.
âGoodnight, Gorgeous.â His words make me spin on my heels.
âStop it.â
âStop what?â He fakes innocence.
âStop being a flirt! Youâre never serious around me and itâs getting annoying.â Something in his face changes then.
âWhy would you think Iâm not being serious?â
The door opens right as he says it, my brother stomping in as I back away from Lando, âI- Hate- You!â he pants as Landos whole demeanor changes to casually laughing at his friend. âOh- Y/N!â Max catches his breath, âLando is staying here tonight so⊠the couch is officially closed.â
I roll my eyes and lock myself into Maxâs guest bedroom. This is going to be a long night.
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I canât sleep.
I canât stop thinking about Lando sleeping right outside my door.
I need water, I decide.
I slip on my Brandy Melville shorts and adjust my thin tank top, walking out into the dark kitchen.
When I open the fridge I basically get blinded. Why the fuck is this light so bright!? Iâm not the only one it bothers because the body on the couch stirs, âHmm?â Lando groans and sits up, looking at me with sleepy confusion.
I grab the water pitcher and shut the door quickly, though by this time my eyes have adjusted to the dark and can properly see Lando.
Lando whoâs in gray sweats.
Lando whoâs in gray sweats, only.
âSorry.â I whisper, turning to face the cabinet and trying to grab a glass.
I didnât even notice he got off of the couch until I felt him behind me, reaching up to grab the cup that I couldn't reach.
âThanks.â I duck under his arm. He's not even that much taller than me!
âThirsty?â He says in a raspy voice. I pour my water with a slightly shaky hand.
âThat would explain the water.â I say in a sassy tone. He chuckles a bit and leans against the counter top, his hands holding onto the marble.
I turn to face him, sipping my water. He checks me out then. With no shame at all! His hot gaze sweeps across my body for the second time today.
âAmused?â I ask innocently as his eyes meet mine.
âWith you? Always.â He says without missing a beat, âI wasnât joking, you know.â
I donât know what heâs talking about.
âYou said I'm never serious around you. But I've never lied to you.â my heart rate raises. I'm grateful weâre in the dark so he canât see my pink cheeks.
âLando. You shouldnât say that.â I try to keep my eyes above his bare torso, I'm not doing too well.
âWhy? Cause of Max? Fuck Max.â Heâs closer to me now, he places his hands on both sides of my waist, bracing himself against the counter, âI think about that kiss every day.â
âWe were twelve, I think itâs time to get over it.â I shrug, teasing him. He puts his head down, shaking it.
âI hate you.â Our eyes lock again.
I can hear his breathing, âNo you donât.â
His eyes glance to my lips, âNo I donât.â I watch him hesitate, once. Only once. His lips are on mine in an instant after that.
He feels so familiar yet so changed. This isnât like how he kissed me on new years, this is new, this is right.
I grip onto anything I can, wanting him closer. His hands move to my hips, slipping his finger under the waist of my shorts.
âLan-â I try to say but he cuts me off by kissing me. âLando.â I say again, his mouth moving to my neck so I can talk. âWeâre gonna wake up-â
He stops kissing me and suddenly I'm lifted onto the countertop, the ice cold marble freezing my ass. âLove, youâre gonna have to not think about that. Alright?â The way he says it makes me want to squeeze my legs together.
I nod, unable to speak before kissing him again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and holds my waist tight. Landos touch makes me think I'm going to melt right onto the floor.
My head hits the cabinets behind me but I donât care, I wrap my arms around his neck, having him in between my legs still.
His hand moves to my cheek, kissing me desperately. He pushes his hand back into my hair, shamelessly tugging at it. I whimper as my head nods backwards. I hear his quickened breathing against me, his lips dragging down my chin and neck.
âFuck, do that again.â He presses wet kisses down my chest, gripping my boob under my shirt. Right on cue, I whimper again as he runs his finger over my nipple. âGood girl.â
Landos hand finds itself in my hair once again, wrapping it around his knuckles. I want him so bad and I hate him for doing this here.
When he pulls on my hair once more, I knew he fucked up. The moan I let out is raw and too loud for us trying to stay quiet.
He slaps his hand over my mouth, his eyes darting up to my face. We go silent, waiting for some sign that Max is awake or heard us.
We wait.
Nothing comes.
I look at him and lick his hand, âUgh!â He whisper yells.
I laugh quietly, âYour own doing.â
He shakes his head and lets it drop onto my shoulder as we fall into silent laughter. I poke his side, âYou like me.â
He just rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, still panting a bit, âYou like me.â
âWith the way you kiss, I better.â I smirk as he drags his hand down his face.
I watch him adjust his pants, earning me a raised brow and a smirk. I push his face away from me and hop off the counter, I attempt to fix my hair but Iâm still being stared at by Lando.
âYou really are gorgeous, ya know?â His words surprise me, making my already hot body even worse.
âI appreciate it.â
âLet me take you out.â
âWe havenât seen eachother in a year- what makes you think this year will be any different?â He bites his lip, holding onto my hips one last time.
âWe can make it work.â
âBut Ma-â I try to say.
Lando rolls his eyes. âHe never wanted us to fuck around-â
âLike we just didâŠâ I interrupt.
He keeps going, âBut I like you.â I canât help but smile, âAnd I donât care if he doesnât like that.â
âLook at you⊠sticking up to my brother.â
He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth before kissing me, âGoodnight for real, Gorgeous.â
He lets go of me as I turn around, âGoodnight, Lando.â
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baby, ride me to the darkness of the night
âF-FuckâUghhâcan you feel it, baby? Can you feel my big cock pounding into your pussy to the rhythm of the music?â
Of course you could feel it. Oh, you felt it all too well.
Falling for Gojo Satoruâs charm wasnât exactly a challenge. One glance from him was enough to have you slipping your panties down, wet and ready, waiting for him. And once he was inside you? The sensations heâd bring were like nothing youâd ever felt before.
You hadnât even wanted to go to the club tonight, but your best friend had insisted you needed to celebrate finishing your midterms with something fun. Begrudgingly, youâd let yourself be dragged along, realizing that the nightâs control was no longer yours.
At first, youâd rolled your eyes and sighed. But after a few shots, you felt bold enough to dance. On the dance floor, grinding against your best friend, collecting every wandering gaze, you had no idea the most dangerous one of all had already undressed you with his eyes and was fucking you senseless in his mind. Not until your friend leaned in, whispering about the blue-eyed devil watching you from upstairs.
People had given him many names: âThe Strongest,â âBlue-Eyed King,â âPerfect Face.â But to you, the only one that truly fit was âDevil.â
Devil always got what he wanted. Sometimes, he lured people into his games with wicked tricks. Other times, he simply waited, his prey crawling to him willingly.
When you glanced in the direction your friend indicated, it became clear the Devil had already chosen you for his game. And without a word of protest, you chose to be his willing sacrifice.
You had no idea when exactly his hand gripped your waist and pulled you away while you were dancing with your friend. You could feel the hardness pressing against your ass. In fact, it was impossible not to feel it. And you couldnât stop yourself from wondering just how much harder he could get.
Well, testing it wouldnât hurt, would it?
Turns out, the results were conclusive. So much so that the Devil himselfâGojo Satoruâcouldnât hold back anymore. Heâd dragged you into the womenâs restroom, pinning you to the wall, his lips devouring yours the moment you were alone.
And now? Now your legs were wrapped around his waist, your already too-short dress pushed up to your hips, while his thick cock plunged in and out of you.
Each thrust hit that perfect spot, leaving you delirious as the beat of âSĂŁo Pauloâ synced with the rhythm of his hips. Your back slammed against the wall with every stroke, driving you closer and closer to madness.
You were letting the club owner fuck you senseless in the womenâs restroomâsomething you never wouldâve imagined yourself doing.
âS-Satoruâsl-slow-slow down, itâs too much,â you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the pounding music outside.
âFuck no, baby. HaaahâI know you donât want me to slow down. You just want more, you filthy little slut. F-Fuck, yeahââ he growled, his masculine rumble sending a shiver down your spine as he thrust into you harder and faster.
The sound of your bodies colliding echoed through the bathroom, but not a single soul dared to interrupt. It was as if, even through the blaring music, your shared moans were enough to warn everyone off. Nobody wanted to interfere with the Devilâs play.
And they had no right to.
âMmmfpâIâmâIâm gonnaâOH GOD, Satoru, Iâm coming! Keep going!â you cried out, your voice trembling with the orgasm building inside you.
With one hand braced against the wall and the other gripping your hip, Satoru quickly moved his hand from the wall to your hip, using both to bounce you harder on his cock. It felt so good that you werenât sure anyone else could ever fuck you this perfectly again.
âShitâIâm coming too⊠Youâre going to take all my cum like a good girl. Like *smack* a *smack* good *smack* fucking *smack* girl,â he hissed, accentuating each word with a deliberate thrust.
With a guttural groan, he spilled inside you, his head dropping to rest against the curve of your neck as his hot breath fanned across your skin. You could feel his semen dripping down your thighs as your legs trembled around him.
You closed your eyes, trying to process what had just happened.
Youâd let the Devil ride you to the darkness. And it turned out, people were rightâdevil wasnât a little red man with horns and a tail.
Sometimes, he had striking blue eyes and a massive cock.
a little note: i was listening to "sĂŁo paulo" on the metro, and this idea came to my mind. this song definitely gives off Gojo vibes.
all rights belong to the @moonlitwitchdaisy do not copy, reproduce, or translate my work.
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Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader
18+ Minors - DNI
Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it â€ïž . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.
A/N: Yâall can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I donât even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.
Enjoy!
Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low.Â
He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his âjobsâ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower.Â
Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up.Â
Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called âTumblrâ.Â
Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter.Â
Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off.Â
Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.
But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasnât considered doing with you yet. Honestly, heâs been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time.Â
Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?
At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your âmasterlistâ.
It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth.Â
More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the âSelf-proclaimed DILF Smut Queenâ and an evil grin appears on his face.
Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.
You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had.Â
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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed.Â
Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and youâve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving.Â
Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.
Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see itâs your phone heâs scrolling through again without your permission.
You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.
Youâre so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.
You stop dead in your tracks.
Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what heâs actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands.Â
No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!
But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin.Â
âYou moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clitâŠ.âÂ
Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.
A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.
âOr how âbout⊠âTake it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/Nâ. âN-No daddy, please I canât cum anymore!â You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that nightâŠâÂ
You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldnât actually be happening to you right now.
âYa really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?â Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.
You of course had written all that ânasty shitâ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.
You really werenât one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.
Itâs not like you didnât eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else youâve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks.Â
Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.
Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.
Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away.Â
You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.
Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now.Â
âEarth to, Y/N.â Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.
"Where did my perverted babyâs little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you canât even respond to your own daddy.â
You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken.Â
But waitâ wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy.Â
Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.
Was he also into this?
The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.
Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.
âYouâve written 96 pieces of filth Y/NâŠâ
He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his âjobsâ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.
âYouâve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for yâerself, princess?âÂ
âI-I-I-â, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.
âI-I-I-â Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face.Â
âLost your words, Y/N?â
Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.
âBut you have so many words to say here, isnât that right slut?â
Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.
âSlut. Thatâs what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddyâs cock, yeah?â
You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a âthudâ. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.
He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldnât help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.
Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Tojiâs muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.
Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant.Â
âYouâre staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You arenât making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.â
You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.
âLook me in the eyes little girl...â Tojiâs hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.
âThis shy act wonât cut it anymore, slut.â
His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.
âYou didnât think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?â
You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.
The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself.Â
âT-Toji!! Are you insane?!â You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken.Â
Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.
To your relief there was no one in sight.
Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.
âToji my ass bitch. Itâs daddy to you moving forwardâ,â he roared jerking you up off the ground, ââand we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.âÂ
Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.
Frankly, you didnât know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL.Â
âLetâs start right âere, eh? Did you think I wouldnât notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?âÂ
Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.
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âA-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!â You whined through gritted teeth.Â
You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.
You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldnât think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open.Â
Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing.Â
Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.
Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt. Â
The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony.Â
âT-Toj- Daddy, w-what âboutâ neigh-h-b-bor-s?â
You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldnât bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.
âPshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly donât have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.â
If you didnât know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you.Â
His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.
âB-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!â
âMmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you knowâ,â Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, ââSo you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you wantâŠjust, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.â
The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.
âHold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? Iâll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,â Toji breathed out huskily.Â
You realize youâve never heard him sound this needy before now.
âWhatâs next, in yâer lilâ story huh?⊠Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.âÂ
There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume.Â
You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.
â...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core fâer a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuuâah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.â
âHA! Is that soââ Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, ââguess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?â
You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear.Â
âI wouldnât worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydollâŠâÂ
The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate.Â
â...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddyâs needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.â
He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.
You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldnât care about shit else for real.Â
âGoddamn mamas, squeezing me so hardââ Tojiâs hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, ââyou want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way sheâs milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give âgumi a sibling. We wonât be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.â
Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.
His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. Youâve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.
You were so close to release.
âI-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,â you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.
âF-fill meâ fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want itâ want itâ w-want itâ!!!â
Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.
You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lilâ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.
âYa think it's too late now fâer prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while yâer still holding that phone.â
You didnât even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didnât drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.
Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.
The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age.Â
Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.
The old womanâs eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.
Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldnât give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.
âNah fuck it, weâre going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while yâer warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where yâer fucking the coach in the menâs locker room, whacha think baby?â
"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.
You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Tojiâs fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.
But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit.Â
âCum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that fâer me?â Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.
Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you.Â
You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.
"Fuck, thatâs it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."
The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you.Â
Losing track of time you werenât sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace.Â
âSo good fâer daddy babygirl,â he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.
âWarm bath, yeah?â
âSure, but you gotta carry me daddy.â
You yawned while Tojiâs already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer.Â
You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.
Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.
You canât help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!
You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment.Â
However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands.Â
Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.
â95 more fuckfics to go maâ, we donât have time to wasteâŠâ
Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble.Â
You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you arenât sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight.Â
Could there ever be too much of a good thing?
You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.
âYa know, Y/Nâ," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.
âIf I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, Iâm positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.â
However from the feral grin on Tojiâs face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.
You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that.Â
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A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as Iâve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.
Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.
This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji â€ïž
Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!
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Holy (Alexia Putellas x reader)
Summary: Youâd do anything for Alexia, thatâs why youâre her good girl.
Warnings: đ | praise kink, anal sex, bottom!reader
Word count: 3.3k
âShh, itâs fine. Youâll take it.â A pause, and then a question. âIsnât that right?â
Alexiaâs voice is soft, the hand that strokes up and down your side even softer, but it doesnât distract you from the blunt head of the dildo harnessed to her hips thatâs currently nudging against your asshole. She doesnât push in yet, maybe sensing your anxiety, but the silicone pressed against the tight ring of muscle is a gentle reminder of whatâs to come.
Realising that Alexia is still waiting for your answer, you gently breathe out and say, âYes.â
âYes?â Alexia echoes. âOf course youâll take it. Youâre always such a good girl for me.â
Sheâs already given you a teaser of what itâs going to feel like, already stretched you open with three of her fingers, but you donât think anything could have prepared you for the sensation as she starts to push forward with her hips. Itâs not so much the feeling itself, but the thought of what sheâs doing, the realisation that Alexia is taking your ass. That, and the look of wonder on Alexiaâs face as she watches where she ever so slowly enters you.
Youâve never considered yourself to be particularly religious, but the whole experience feels some kind of holy.
âAle,â you whimper.
She responds by hushing you again, then draws another noise from your throat as she starts rocking her hips slowly back and forth, even with just the head of her cock inside you.
âIâve got you.â Alexiaâs voice is low and calm. âIâm going to make you feel so good.â
With each gentle thrust, she sheathes herself deeper within you. You already feel so much fuller than you did with her fingers, yet itâs somehow still not enough. You want her to fill you, to fuck you, to take your ass in the same way she would normally use your cunt.
âAlexia.â You repeat her name, trying to urge her deeper. âPlease.â
Your hand reaches down and grapples at her hip, your fingers eventually wrapping around the hanging end of one of the harness straps, trying to urge her closer.
Her hips stilling, she swats at your hand, a little crease forming between her eyebrows as she shakes her head.
âEnough of that,â she warns you. âI can only make you feel good if you behave.â
You drop your hand obediently, instead trying to use only your eyes to implore Alexia to just move.
âGood girl,â she praises you, causing your pussy to clench around nothing, which only emphasises the stretch of her cock in your ass. âYou donât need to do anything except lie there and look pretty. Iâm going to take such good care of you. My perfect little whore.â
The way that Alexia says the word is reverent, like itâs a term of endearment. Youâd be willing to do pretty much anything to have her call you a whore again and maybe thatâs her entire plan, because she takes the opportunity to slide the rest of the way in until the entire length of her cock is nestled inside you, fuller than youâve ever felt before.
âHow does that feel, cariño? How do I feel inside you?â
âGood.â Your answer is brief, unable to string together much more than single words. âFull. Fuck. Ale, so full.â
She looks down at you with a hint of pride on her face, her hands stroking up and down your thighs where theyâre hooked around her waist.
âGood. Iâm going to start fucking you now.â
Alexia does this sometimes, she narrates everything thatâs happening while she fucks you like sheâs a casual spectator, not the one actually doing it all to you. And it drives you wild, hearing her voice so cool and level while you feel like youâre losing your goddamn mind with her buried to the hilt inside you.
She repositions slightly, pulling you right to the edge of the mattress so that sheâs standing at the foot of the bed with your legs wrapped around her. You let out a cry as the toy shifts inside you and she soothes you with another hush.
âIâve got you,â she says, even as she withdraws nearly all the way, before pushing back in almost as slowly.
Being fucked by Alexia is always the best kind of torture. She likes to tease and tonight has been no exception. She ate you out for what felt like an eternity before going anywhere near your asshole, working you up with her tongue on your clit until you were nearly trembling, only pulling away when you were right on the brink of orgasm.
Thatâs when she turned her attention to your ass. Youâve talked about it for a while but the first touch of her tongue against your rim, the stretch of her lubed-up finger breaching your asshole for the first time, is something that no amount of talking couldâve prepared you for. She worked you open slowly, adding a second finger and then a third only when she was absolutely sure you were ready for it, when you were pretty much begging for her to fill you up.
Even now, with the strap, she doesnât rush. Sheâs not hesitant, but itâs slow and measured. Sheâs in absolute control and you can only lie there and take as much as sheâs willing to give you.
âAle,â you whine.
Without breaking the steady push of her hips, Alexiaâs gaze meets yours.
âWhat? You want more?â She reads your mind but you donât dare nod in response. âAm I not fucking you well enough?â
She punctuates her words by somehow pushing deeper, but still just as slow. You can feel every inch of silicone stretching you open as she slides in and out.
Itâs the same as when she fucks your cunt, the same pleasurable stretch, the same feeling of having Alexia surrounding you and filling you up, yet itâs completely different too. The pleasure is more of an ache, bristling under the surface and only serving to remind you how empty your pussy is, how close you were earlier when Alexiaâs mouth was on you. Each thrust into your ass feels like itâs turning you inside out.
You love it and hate it at the same time. Love the way it feels to have Alexia filling your ass. Hate the fact that sheâs giving you so much and itâs somehow still not enough.
âPlease, Ale. Need to come.â
Alexiaâs hips still and she gives you a stern look that almost has you immediately cowering away and apologising for being so needy.
âPatience, cariño. Youâll come when I want you to come.â
You have no control over the whine that escapes from your throat.
âWhatâs the matter, bebĂ©? You trust me, right?â
You take a couple of deep breaths. Alexiaâs large hands are on your thighs, fingers splayed out against the soft skin and tracing tiny paths back and forth that certainly arenât helping to temper your need for release. But you do trust her. As torturous as each second that she denies you is, if Alexia says that sheâll make you come, then you know itâll happen.
Patience. Itâs never been one of your greatest virtues. Especially not when Alexia is involved. Especially not when youâve been wanting her to take your ass like this for what feels like forever.
Another deep exhale, then you answer, âYeah.â
Alexiaâs eyes soften, her fingers tighten appreciatively against the thighs that are still wrapped around her hips.
âSo you know Iâm going to take good care of you, donât you?â
You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her face.
âYouâll come for me, I promise. Just let me have my way with you first. Okay?â
Her voice soothes you, the lyrical way that her accent curls around each word. Thereâs comfort in having her so close and you manage to relax, even with her cock buried to the hilt in your ass.
Alexia must feel it, for she smiles and softly murmurs, âGood girl.â
She starts moving again, with more of a rhythm now. Still so full, still aching for something in your cunt or on your clit, but the feeling Alexia fucking you properly sends more endorphins to your brain with each slap of her hips against your thighs.
When she takes you like this, youâre reminded of everything you love about Alexia. The physical stuff - how strong she is, how powerful, how majestic she looks with lean muscle and sun kissed skin towering over you. But also how well she takes care of you, the reassuring softness of her hands on your thighs and the look of wonder on her face as she watches where her cock splits you open. How she knows your body well enough to give you exactly how much you can take and not a fraction more.
Alexiaâs hands slide around your thighs, pushing your legs up away from their resting place around her hips. You reach down to help her, a hand behind the crease of each knee pulling your legs up towards your head, spreading yourself wide enough that she can see everything.
Thereâs nowhere for you to hide.
âIf only you could see what I can see. Your pretty little asshole stretched open for my cock. Taking it so well.â
Her words of praise make you even wetter, if that were somehow possible. Or maybe itâs just the new position, spread out like this, that makes you feel like youâre dripping down to where her cock enters you.
Still fucking into you, Alexia doesnât even seem to be breaking into a sweat. Like this is all so routine for her.
Like she isnât taking your ass for the first time.
Youâd maybe think she was completely unaffected by it all, if it wasnât for the look on her face. Transfixed by the sight of you spread open, wet, and taking her so readily, youâve never seen such hunger in her eyes, like sheâs ready to devour you completely.
âYou were just made for my cock, werenât you?â She asks, her voice husky with arousal. âAll your holes, just begging for me to fill them.â
One of her hands moves between your legs, brushing across your sensitive clit and collecting your arousal on her fingertips, before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.
Alexiaâs voice seems to drop impossibly lower as her gaze flits up to your face and she says, âI bet you want something in here too.â
Thereâs a hint of a smirk on her pretty lips, coupled with a knowing look in her eyes. You hardly need to beg for her to know the truth.
But youâll do it anyway.
âAle,â you gasp, as her fingers toy with you, teasing, probing, but never dipping inside. âPlease.â
âOf course you do. Such a perfect slut.â
Her fingers tease you, the same way she toyed with your ass earlier while prepping you for the same cock that she still rhythmically thrusts into you. Giving you just a hint of what you want, but not enough to satisfy you.
âAle.â
âGo on,â she says, the curl of her lips taunting you. âTell me what you want.â
Alexia already knows what you want, proving it by pushing two of her fingers into you just as far as the first knuckle, but she withdraws them just as quickly to rub tiny circles around your clit instead.
âYour fingers.â
The fingers in question slide torturously slowly down from your clit, stopping at your entrance just as Alexia asks, âWhere?â
Sheâs such a fucking tease. Youâd perhaps call her out on it, if you werenât helplessly impaled on her cock. If you werenât reliant on her for the orgasm that your body feels like itâs needed for hours.
So instead you manage to helplessly whine, âMy pussy.â
Without breaking the steady rock of her hips, she starts to push her slippery fingers into your cunt. The stretch as she coaxes two of her fingers inside you steals your breath away. Youâve taken them countless times before, but never like this. Never with her cock already filling your ass.
âAleâŠâ
Her name passes your lips like a warning. A warning against what, youâre not exactly sure. Maybe that youâre never going to be the same after this. Or that she might have to fuck you like this every time for you to be fully satisfied.
Or that youâre going to come really fast now that Alexia is fucking both of your holes.
Each thrust of the strap into your ass is shattering your existence into thousands of tiny pieces, each press of her fingers into your cunt is reassembling those splinters into a different version of yourself.
âAle.â
She ignores you, though you could swear that the snap of her hips against your ass speeds up just a fraction after you breathe her name like a prayer.
When she presses her thumb against your clit each time she curls her fingers inside you, you know that youâre a goner.
âAlexia, Iâm going to come.â
âNo,â comes Alexiaâs immediate reply. âYouâre going to wait.â
âI canât.â
Her free hand comes up to your jaw, with her thumb on one side and her fingers splayed across the opposite cheek. Her grip is gentle, yet firm enough to lift your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet hers.
âYou can.â Alexia tells you, before she throws it back to you with a question. âCanât you?â
Maybe youâre drunk on the pleasure of her stretching you open in two places, maybe itâs just the intensity of her eye contact that is compelling you to agree with her. But Alexia has given you absolutely no reason to not trust her tonight.
As much as you can with her fingers gripping your jaw, you nod.
âGood girl.â
Until now, Alexia has been so careful with you. Despite the supposed vulgarity of where sheâs fucking you, itâs never been about taking something from you, instead what she can give you.
Only now does she start to be a little more selfish.
She leans over you, one hand still wrapped loosely around your throat like a necklace and the other curling two fingers into your cunt. Her hips pick up the pace, finally taking her own pleasure.
Alexia fucks you hard, hips snapping against your ass, but you can take it. You want it, you want her, and thereâs just a split second where you appreciate how skilfully sheâs primed you to be able to take her like this, before it overwhelms you.
Alexia is everywhere all at once. The pleasure almost smothers you, or maybe it is Alexiaâs hand around your throat cutting off your air supply. All you know is that suddenly youâre holding your breath as you try not to come before she allows it. Every muscle in your body is tightly coiled, ready to snap at any moment. Your thighs shake from the exertion of holding it all back.
âAlexia.â You manage to choke out her name in another warning.
âYes,â Alexia hisses, even as she continues to fuck you. âDios mio, youâre so good for me. Giving me all your precious holes to fuck. Letting me own you.â
âAle ⊠canât âŠâ
âMy perfect girl.â
Her thumb on your clit already had you teetering on the precipice. But itâs her praise that pushes you headfirst into your orgasm.
The pleasure of it wrecks you. Youâre spinning through space and time, no idea which way is up and which is down. As your back arches and your body shakes, all youâre really aware of is Alexia, her hands on your neck and inside you cunt, her cock still filling your ass. And sheâs the only thing that matters, that and the way she makes you feel.
As the pleasure bleeds away into pure affection, you realise that Alexia is still rutting into you. You feel the stretch more than ever, especially as the aftershocks have you still clenching around the toy, and you open your mouth to ask her to slow down, when you realise that sheâs close too.
The signs are unmissable. The little crease between her eyebrows, the glaze in her eyes, the tiny grunts she lets out with each thrust.
âYes, baby,â you encourage her. Her fingers slip out of your cunt and she leans further over you, single-minded as she fucks you with one goal in mind. âCome for me. Come in my ass.â
As well as she knows your body, you know hers too, and you know exactly what to say to tip her over the edge into her orgasm. Sure enough, just a couple of thrusts later, her hips are stuttering inside you as the climax hits her.
You wrap yourself around Alexia, hands flat against the back of her shoulders and legs hooked around the small of her back, holding her as close as possible while she shudders through her orgasm. Alexia responds by pressing herself into you, swathes of hot skin against yours and her face nuzzling into your neck as the last few aftershocks tremble until she falls still in your arms.
For long moments, the only movement is the steady rise and fall as you both catch your breath. Your breathing syncs up with Alexiaâs, until youâre both relaxed and heavy-limbed.
âWow,â Alexia exhales, when she finally pushes herself up onto one arm so that she can look down at you with a warm smile, her eyes glowing with affection. Her free hand sweeps away some of the hair that is plastered to the sheen of sweat on your forehead. âYou are just incredible.â
You feel your cheeks heat up, because in the wake of your orgasm, being praised by her is somehow more reason to feel shy than the fact sheâs just taken your ass.
The thought makes you clench around the toy thatâs still inside you, except that the sensation is much less comfortable than it was when you were brimming with pleasure and desperate to get off.
Alexia must see the wince that you try to conceal, because she presses her lips against yours, then murmurs, âI need to pull out. Iâll be gentle.â
She eases the toy out slowly, perhaps with even more care than she took to fill you. Part of you wishes that sheâd pull out in one swift movement, like ripping off a band-aid, but soon you feel the toy slip free and finally, finally you can relax.
Alexia makes quick work of the harness, expertly unstrapping herself and tossing the toy to the floor beside the bed with a thud, before she settles on her back and pulls you into her side, her strong arms wrapping you in their cocooning warmth.
You settle against her, your head resting on her shoulder and your leg hooked across her hips, wondering when you became so lucky to get to call yourself hers.
Alexia, clearly, has other thoughts on her mind.
Her lips press against your temple, then she murmurs amusedly against your skin, âWeâll try a bigger one next time, no?â
Youâre perfectly content like this, perfectly in love with this incredible woman, and youâd probably let her take you in any which way she wants to.
Right now, however, youâre too sated and exhausted to think of anything except sleep.
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Ale,â you mumble sleepily into her shoulder.
You feel her lips curl up in a smile where theyâre pressed against your forehead as her arms squeeze you closer.
âAmor, thatâs not a noâŠâ
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The Monster Under Your Bed
Yandere Sleep Demon x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, kidnapping, somnophilia, sleep magic, delusional yandere, implied future stockholm syndrome, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 779
Lately you had been struggling with some of the weirdest dreams. Some were nightmares, some were even erotic, but most of them were just odd. As time went on you had gotten pretty good at just ignoring them.
The reason for all of your strange dreaming was the monster who dwelled under your bed, Rix. Rix was not an incubus, but he did get energy from the sleeping when he made physical contact with them. His kind was a somewhat common occurrence in older homes that had built up a lot of ambient emotional energy within their walls.
He used his magic to cause you to sleep deeply when he put his hands on you so that you would never find out what was happening. But one night things didnât work out as well as they normally did.
You had been away for well over a week for work and Rix was extremely hungry. The ambient emotions radiating from the old walls sustained him, but just barely. He could have gone to seek out another source of nourishment, but he was rather attached to you.
It would have felt⊠improper⊠for him to feed off of someone who wasnât you. He had a bit of a crush on you. It was rare but not unheard of for sleep demons to fall in love with someone who they were feeding from. It made sense, they were ingesting emotional energy, thoughts, and dreams. It was a very thorough way to get to know someone.
Rix was convinced, justifiably so, that the feeling would not be mutual. You were a human, he was a demon. He had a tall hulking form, scary tusks, shaggy black hair, and yellow eyes that glowed in the night. The only time you had any notion of him was from fleeting visions of him in some of the dreams you had while under his spell. A consequence of the magic and nothing intentional.
When you returned from your work trip Rix was too hungry and did not have the normal presence of mind to use his magic to its normal strength. As a consequence you ended up waking up while he leaned over you with his hand on your cheek. He went wide-eyed and silent, but you just looked up and gave him a sleepy smile and briefly placed your hand on his cheek in a mirror of what he was doing to you.
You just thought you were dreaming again so you mumbled something in a sweet and gentle tone that he couldnât make out but it made his heart melt. Then you just grabbed his arm and snuggled up to it as you fell back asleep. Maybe you loved him too? Or at least liked him a lot from what you saw of him in your sleep? Either way it was clear there was something he could work with.
The more he thought about how you had brushed his cheek and then snuggled up to his arm the more delusional he became. He began inserting himself consciously into your dreams. You were never mean to him and always regarded him politely. It fueled his passion for you.
Rix decided to gently pick you up and pull you into the realm that existed beneath your bed, a place normally only accessible to him. He began to use stronger sleep spells on you so he could get away with exploring your entire body, even going so far as sliding his dick into you after carefully stretching your delicate human entrance.
The few times you had awoken while he was fucking into you, you didnât have a bad reaction. Sometimes initially a bit startled, but once the pleasure won you over you got settled in and just enjoyed it. Of course you assumed that everything you experienced was just part of your erratic dreams. The two of you had sex in every position imaginable and on practically every surface of his otherworldly home.
But as Rix slowly started to wean you off of his sleeping spells and you spent more and more time awake, something began to seem off. This wasnât a dream. Rix wasnât a figment of your imagination. When you confronted him he quickly came clean, he just couldnât lie to you directly.
You begged to go free but he refused to give in. He could keep you here for eternity and eventually you would turn to him out of loneliness. Besides, you had to fall asleep sometime, and he could do whatever he wanted to you once you did.
Your life may have become a nightmare but for Rix it was a dream come true.
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"Haven't I given enough?"
Character: Jason Todd x Reader
Content: Hurt with comfort
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: First post?!? I've written a few of these and published them anonymously on AO3 but figured I'd give it a shot on here as well.
Jason was troubled. It was a label that others had branded him with, but one he never tried to deny either. He thought it was true. He was screwed up, his body marked by years of scars and his mind equally as traumatized with the kind of scars you couldnât see but definitely knew were there. It didnât mean he couldnât be kind or gentle, especially to you, but sometimes, the only way he really knew how to cope was through doing something physical.
At first, that was running, or hitting something. Even going to the salvage yard outside of town to scream for a while. Thatâs what he had always done when things got really bad. Then, slowly he realized youâd be there and you could take him. Literally. You could tolerate him fucking all his stress out through you. Using you.
Sometimes he felt bad about it, but you always seemed so sure that it was okay. That even if he happened to leave bruises (like he usually did) they never hurt too bad. You enjoyed too, so he kept doing it. Not often, just on the particularly bad nights.
Nights like the one he just had.
When he slammed the door shut behind him all the lights were off in the apartment and he was worried you might have been asleep. He really hated the idea of waking you up, but God, he was so...unexplainably upset. Angry, frustrated, sad in ways his mind couldnât quite comprehend.
His mind was a mess and to be completely honest, he was so worked up he couldnât figure out what to do. Kicking something, screaming, maybe crying. No, definitely not crying. Even if he could feel a few tears pricking in the back of his eyes he choked them down, refuses to let them fall. Instead, he walked towards the bedroom, just hoping you were still awake.
You were, of course. But even if you had been asleep, the door slamming would have woken you up.
He pushed the door open and his expression immediately softened upon seeing you, sitting up in bed, wearing one of his shirts.
âYouâre home late,â you remarked, closing yourâhisâbook and setting it on the nightstand. âDid something happen?â
He knew you knew something was wrong. You could always tell. But you were too nice to outright tell him how shitty he looked and instead sat up even further, causing some of your hair to fall over your shoulder, grazing your collarbone.
âNothing I want to talk about,â Jason replied. He hated talking about his feelings in general, but would do it occasionally, under the right circumstances. These were not them.
He kicked his shoes off by the bedroom door and started pulling his clothes off as he walked towards the bed, dropping his gloves on the floor alongside his pants and the rest of his things. He could see the shift in your demeanor; you knew what he wanted. To forget, to let you take away all of his anger and pain so he didnât have to deal with it for the night. He wanted to get lost in you and forget about how bad everything hurt. Physically and emotionally.
He sat on the bed, instantly reaching for your face, pulling you towards him, kissing you harshly. His teeth scraped yours, noses bumping against each other as the tightness of his shoulderâs coiled further, the action seeming to make things worse. Still, he didnât stop.
Jason pressed his other hand to the back of your head, pushing himself further into you as your hands instinctively began to roam his abdomen. âBad night?â you mumbled just before he bit down on your lip, tearing a bit of skin.
âBad night,â he responded succinctly, grabbing your waist, squeezing it tightly. His head was a jumble of loud thoughts, for some reason harder to ignore than usual but he kept trying.
Reaching for the bottom of your shirt, he pulled it up over your head you let him. To his dismay, you had a bra on under it, and panties too.
Wrapping your arms around his neck as he laid you down on the pillows, his body pressing into yours firmly as your lips locked again for a moment. Jason kissed down your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin eliciting a gasp.
For a split-second, the voices were quiet. They always were when he heard you moaning and whimpering or saying his name over and over. The pain always stayed though, but usually he could tolerate it if he just focused on the motions, on pushing you as deep into the mattress as possible, on rutting his hip into yours until he physically ached from something other than sore bones and old scars.
His hands groped the soft flesh of your waist and hips as he tugged at the top of your underwear, his hand slipping inside.
Jason froze.
His hand still in your underwear, his lips paused against your neck, breathing heavily as the heavy silence made his ears ring.
That had never happened before. Ever. But in that moment, he couldnât think, couldnât move.
He couldnât do this with you, not tonight.
Quickly, he removed his hand, pushing himself off you until he was sitting up. He couldnât breathe. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller than he always remembered it being. Had it always been so cramped? Or this hot, for that matter. Did you turn the heater up tonight?
Jason swallowed, his throat feeling dry and heart hammering in his chest. âI- Iâm sorry,â he apologized as he got up. âI need to get some water.â
âWait a minute-â you sat up as quickly as he had, grabbing his wrist. You knew he could easily pull away, but he didnât. He didnât turn to face you either, though. âWhatâs wrong?â
Jasonâs chest heaved as he tried to breathe, it felt tight, it ached. He hated it. âI just canât do that tonight,â he managed to say.
He remainedâmostlyâcalm as he kept his eyes glued to the floor. He hated to envision the look on your face. Was it confusion? Was it anger? Something worse, like pity? He didnât know which of those options seemed preferable.
âOkay,â you agreed easily, tugging on his wrist lightly. âWe donât have to do anything,â you assured him. âJust come lay down.â
He shook his head, swallowing again, his heart still thumping rapidly. âNo- no I have stuff to do, Iââ
âJay,â you said calmly, the sound of his voice soothing him slightly. âYouâve been working all night and itâs late. Just lay down.â
Jason bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at the ground. He could feel it, the tears pricking in his eyes again. It had been like that all night and each time he kept pushing them down and now he heard your voice, so gentle and sweet and it made them reappear again.
He took a deep breath. You wouldnât let this go. If he left the room, youâd follow him and stand with him in the kitchen while he drank his water. He didnât want that. He wanted this day to be over as soon as humanly possible.
But... âIâm not tired,â was all that came out of his mouth.
Exhaling, Jason turned around, barely able to look at you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you with your haired messed up and your neck covered in two or three small bruises on your neck, your chest falling and rising as you caught your breath as well.
Should he hand your shirt back? Apologize again? Leave?
Before he could decide, you were sitting up onto your knees, reaching for him, trying to pull him back towards the bed. Back towards you. He reluctantly let himself be moved, taking a heavy step closer, then another. He sat back down, his gaze falling to the blanket.
âDo you want to talk about it?â you asked, even though you both knew it was futile. He shook his head, his jaw clenched tightly to remind himself to keep it together. At least in front of you. You held his hand, your thumb swiping over the back of his knuckle as you nodded slowly, taking your other hand and placing it on his shoulder. âJust lay down,â you suggested.
Jason nodded and tried to move to his side of the bed, but you wouldnât let go of his hand. Instead, you gently pulled him forward, laying back down, insisting he follow. He hovered above you, unsure of what to do. He didnât want to hurt you.
âLay down,â you repeated gently, your eyes softening even more.
âI donât wanna crush you,â Jason confessed.
âYou wonât,â you assured him.
He hesitantly lowered himself down, pressing more and more of his body weight against you. He could feel the mattress dipping as he did. Heâd pushed you into it plenty of times, but not like this.
With his entire body weight on top of you, he exhaled, propping his chin on your chest, staring at you for a few seconds, not quite sure where else to look or what else to do with his hands or legs.
You fixed that.
Jason could feel you tangle your legs with his, wrapping your arms around him, one of your hands finding the locks of his hair to fuss with while the other traced random shapes on his shoulder.
Suddenly, the heat from before that felt like it was suffocating him evaporated, replaced by the warmth of your bare skin against him. He carefully wrapped his arms around you. Heâd sure they would go numb soon, after all his entire weight, plus yours were laying on top of them now that they were under your back.
He wondered if that was uncomfortable for you, if maybe he should pull them away and just with them by his sides but before he could ask your hand was tugging at his hair, gently pressing his face into your neck. Not to kiss or mark it. Just to lay there, to breathe you in and hold you.
âIâve got you,â you promised him, running your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
Jason nuzzled your neck slightly, inhaling deeply, the scent of you filling his senses. Before he knew what was happening, the tears in his eyes started to fall without warning.
He didnât have the chance to fight them at first, a few dampening your neck, but the second he realized what was happening he pulled away, pressing his forehead against the valley of your breasts while taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. âSorry,â he whispered, his voice cracking. The sound was so pathetic it made him hate himself even more.
You shushed him gently, still playing with his hair as your other hand laid flat on his back. âItâs okay,â you assured. âYouâre okay.â
That was the final straw, the supportive tone of your voice broke the dam he had built and his tears started to fall as he shook his head. âIâm not okay,â he confessed, his words spoken into your skin. âNothing is okay.â
Your heart broke for him, feeling his grip on you tighten even more. You let your hand fall from his hair, wrapping around him, trying to pull him closer or at the very least keep him from leaving like you knew he was contemplating doing.
What could you say that would help? Nothing seemed good enough, so you just let him bury his face in your chest, holding him as he shook from the tears, muttering apologies and words of self-deprecation.
âIâm right here,â you swore. âYou donât need to apologize for anything. Not to me.â
Each word you spoke was like a dagger to his chest, the soft reassurance and whispered praise mixed with how firm your grip on him was made his chest swell as all the pain he refused to let himself feel hit him all at once with an overwhelming force.
Jason hated the burning in his chest, the sting in his eyes, the weakness he felt. Most of all, he hated feeling all of this in front of you. But more than that, he refused to pull away or deprive himself of your touch. He needed it to damn badly. It was the only thing keeping him afloat most days.
âIt hurts,â he told you. âSo badly. All the time.â
Your arms tightened around him again as you tried to keep yourself from crying with him, the sound of his sobs escaping making your heart hurt more with each failed attempt to make himself stop.
âLet it,â you breathed, resting your jaw on the top of his head as he hid his face in your breasts. âJust for tonight.â
Feeling the pain seemed like a foreign concept to him, but you made it sound so appealing, to just let himself feel weak. Just this once. Just for tonight. He could do that. The only reason why was because you were holding him, comforting him as the pain in his chest grew and grew until he was nearly hyperventilating.
Once again, you were shushing him, your hand softly stroking his hair. âBreathe,â you murmured, inhaling deeply, hoping he could feel it while laying on you. âI know itâs hard, I know it hurts. Just breathe.â
Jason sniffled, taking a shaky breath, timing it at the same time as your own deep inhale and holding a few seconds like you did before exhaling.
âAgain,â you whispered, your nails trailing up and down his spine in a soothing motion. He listened and you could feel his body calming down just a little. âJust like that.â
His continued to cry, this time much softer. Like a residual that he needed to get out. Your skin now wet with his tears, but it didnât matter much.
You placed a kiss to the top of his head. âI love you,â came out in a small whisper as you nuzzled the dark locks of his hair. âSo much.â
Jason sniffled again, lifting his head to look at you. He was ashamed to. He felt weak and pathetic and hated to think of you seeing him like that, but he needed to say something and he needed to see your dace when he did.
You could see the redness in his eyes, a stark contrast to the dark purple circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. His nightmares had been particularly bad lately, no doubt contributing to the mountain of problems that led to his breakdown.
âI donât know how you can love me when Iâm this messed up,â he confessed, his voice sounding vulnerable and raw from crying.
You pushed the white streak in his hair away from his face, gently running the back of your knuckles over his cheek. âEveryone is messed up, baby,â you told him quietly. âBut Iâm not going anywhere.â
Jasonâs hands had gone numb underneath your back, so he couldnât feel them, but he was fairly certain he was trying to squeeze you harder. Thatâs what he thought heâd be doing, at least.
He dropped his head, kissing the middle of your clavicle where your collarbones met. Just once. Softly. He could the salt from his tears on your skin and it made them prick in his eyes again. He didnât fight them as hard this time.
Laying his head in between your breasts, he inhaled and exhaled, closing his eyes. Another tear rolled down his cheek and he let it, choosing to instead focusing on the feeling of your skin. Your bare stomach against his, your arms around him, your nails scratching his scalp and back.
This wasnât what he wanted when came home tonight. But falling asleep in your arms, using your chest as a pillow, listening the sound of your heartbeat and feeling the steady rhythm of your breathing was so much better.
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FILM 01. OOPS! WRONG ROOM!
â sum. because of yuujiâs stupid prank, you decided to give him the taste of his own medicine and prank him in the middle of the night. but, because, sometimes, in the middle of the night you lack common sense, you accidentally climb the wrong room and end up in his older brotherâs room.
warning. non-sorcerer au, fluff, harsh-words (curse, etc), crack, sukuna accidentally slap you :').
â , DECEMBER, WHEN WINTER FINALLY COMES
11 PM.
you stand in front of the two-story house, a determined look on your face and a backpack slung over your shoulder, weighing heavily with the tools of revenge you brought along. the night has fully settled, with the sky draped in inky darkness, only broken by the faint glow of the moon. a cool breeze brushes against your face, making you pull your jacket tighter around yourself as the branches of nearby trees sway and scrape against one another, filling the quiet night with an eerie creaking sound. in the distance, the faint chirping of crickets echoes through the silence, adding to the sense of stillness.
you glance at your reflection in the darkened window of a parked car, catching sight of your hair in the moonlightâa sickly shade of blue that catches your eye and makes you clench your fists. âyuuji itadori,â you mutter under your breath, teeth clenched. the anger flares up in your chest again, hot and insistent. it was all his fault. that idiot and his stupid pranks. youâd thought you could trust him, that he was just being nice when he suggested a âfunâ hair treatment. but now, thanks to him, your hair looked like a mess, a ridiculous blue that was nothing like the color youâd agreed on.
tonight was the night for revenge.
you sling the backpack higher on your shoulder, its contents shifting slightly, and mutter to yourself, âsay goodbye to your precious hair, you fucking bastard.â you know yuujiâs going to regret the day he ever thought of pulling a prank on you. your feet carry you to the side of the house, stepping lightly over the grass as you survey the windows. in all your visits here, you realize you never actually paid attention to where yuujiâs room is. that oversight might slow you down, but it wonât stop you. the anger bubbling in your chest is more than enough to keep you focused.
determined, you scan the side of the house, eyeing each window in turn. your gaze falls on a room with a tiny balcony, faint light seeping through the curtains. you pause, hearing muffled laughter. a grin spreads across your faceâof course, that has to be his room. the laughter sounds like yuujiâs, and who else would be awake and laughing at this hour? you take a deep breath, suppressing a triumphant chuckle of your own.
carefully, you approach the thick, sturdy tree beside the house. its branches stretch outward like bony fingers, offering you a path up toward that balcony. your fingers brush against the rough bark as you grab hold of the lowest branch and hoist yourself up. the tree is old, its bark rough and uneven, making it easy to grip, but the branches are high enough that you have to stretch and carefully pull yourself from one to the next. the creak of wood under your weight fills the air, and for a brief moment, you freeze, afraid that youâve made too much noise. but the house remains silent aside from the faint sound of yuujiâs laughter filtering through his window.
one branch at a time, you climb higher, your heart pounding harder with each step. the wind catches your hair, making the blue strands sway in the breeze, reminding you exactly why youâre here. the closer you get to that balcony, the more your grin widens. this is it. youâre almost there.
as you near the last branch, excitement pulses through you, but itâs quickly overshadowed by a rush of fear as your foot slips on a patch of moss. in a split second, youâre thrown off balance, and your heart skips a beat. you gasp, feeling yourself sway, and instinctively, you blurt out, âoh shit!â
your hands fly to the trunk, gripping it tightly as you hug the rough bark, holding on for dear life. your heart hammers in your chest, pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, the reality of what almost just happened sinking in. the cold bark scratches against your cheek, but you donât dare move, frozen in place, caught between relief and lingering fear.
after a few seconds, you force yourself to loosen your grip slightly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. glancing up, you see the branch you were aiming for, just a bit higher. itâs within reach, but now, your legs feel a little shaky. the thought of slipping again makes you hesitate, but your anger and determination to get back at yuuji push you forward.
with renewed caution, you carefully adjust your footing, triple-checking each step, and finally manage to reach that last branch. once youâre stable, you let out a sigh of relief, silently thanking whatever luck you have left. hugging the trunk one last time for reassurance, you shift your focus back to your missionâyuujiâs room is just within reach.
at least thatâs what you thought.
finally, you reach a branch that stretches close to the balcony. itâs a little risky, a bit of a jump, but youâve come this far. you steady yourself, crouching on the branch as you judge the distance. taking a deep breath, you lean forward and make the jump, landing on the narrow balcony with a soft thud. you quickly grab hold of the railing to steady yourself, glancing at the window to make sure your entrance hasnât been noticed.
through the gap in the curtains, you can just make out yuuji lying on his bed with his back on you, his phone in hand, laughing at something on the screen. completely oblivious. perfect.
you reach into your backpack, pulling out the can of temporary neon green hair dye. itâs obnoxious, bright enough to be seen from space, and will make yuujiâs hair look ridiculous. it wonât be permanent, but heâs going to have a hell of a time trying to wash it out. satisfied with your plan, you pop open the lid, taking a quick glance through the window to make sure heâs still distracted.
you carefully, silently ease the window open just enough to slip inside. his laughter continues, completely oblivious to the danger creeping up beside him. your footsteps are soft as you step onto the carpeted floor, your eyes locked on yuuji as he scrolls through his phone, still chuckling to himself. you canât help but roll your eyesâof course heâd be laughing when heâs about to get pranked himself. irony at its finest.
but. . .
your heart stops as the person on the bed snaps around, and before you can even react, a startled scream tears from his lips. his hand flies out in reflex, catching you square across the cheek and sending you sprawling back onto the carpet with a sharp, stunned yelp. pain radiates from your cheek, your vision blurring slightly as you clutch the spot where he struck you.
âoh, fuck!â you groan, the sting spreading across your face. you struggle to sit up, blinking away the dizziness. the reality of the situation hits you hard as you finally look up and realize⊠this isnât yuuji.
no, itâs his older brother, sukuna.
he sits on the bed before standing up in quick motion, his eyes narrowing as they bore into you, a mixture of irritation and dark amusement flickering in his gaze. his face is almost identical to yuujiâs, but the atmosphere is entirely differentâcold, intimidating, and absolutely confused.
sukunaâs eyes rake over you, taking in your presence in his room. it quickly changes from surprise to annoyance. âwhat the hell are you doing here?â he snaps, tossing his phone aside. he crosses his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing. âand how did you even get in here?â
you can feel the tension in the room growing palpable. heâs clearly not happy about your unexpected entrance, and your cheek is still throbbing from where he hit you. you swallow hard, struggling to find your voice amidst the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.
sukunaâs eyes are fixed on you, his brows furrowing as he takes in the sight of you, sprawled on the carpet. his irritation is apparent, but thereâs also an underlying hint of curiosity, like heâs trying to figure out what to make of this unexpected intrusion. âcare to explain what youâre doing in here, sneaking around like a damn rodent?â sukuna growls, his voice sharp and impatient. âyuuji didnât invite you here tonight, did he?â
sukuna stands there, hands planted firmly on his hips now, sharp eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. he recognizes you vaguely; heâs seen you hanging around his house on occasion, always with yuuji and his usual group of idiotic friends. though heâs never bothered to learn your name or really acknowledge your presence, your face has become familiar enough to him that he can place you instantly. he watches you carefully, as though trying to piece together why you would take such a risk to sneak into his room, of all places, with such an audacious plan.
your head shakes in small, hurried movements, your hand still pressed against your cheek, trying to muffle the sting from his slap. ân-no⊠yuuji didnât invite me,â you manage, your voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out awkwardly as you bite your lip to keep from wincing aloud. your fingers press gently against the sore spot, feeling the heat rising under your skin where his hand had connected.
âi thought you were him,â you admit, the explanation sounding weaker with each passing second. sukunaâs gaze doesnât waver, his eyes flicking from your cheek to the blood at the corner of your lip. he just stands there, one hand on his hip while the other falls flat on his side, eyes narrowed, sizing you up like heâs assessing a stray cat thatâs somehow wandered into his territory.
sukunaâs eyes narrow, watching every move you make, his irritation not softening in the slightest. he moves to sit on the edge of his bed, crossing his arms over his chest once again, looking down at you with a mixture of annoyance and mild interest. his gaze flickers from your swollen cheek to the faint trace of blood on the corner of your lip.
âyou thought i was yuuji?â he repeats, voice laced with disbelief, as if the very idea of being mistaken for his younger brother is an insult in itself. âhow do you even confuse the two of us?â his tone drips with condescension, his gaze searing into you as you struggle to sit up, holding your cheek to ease the throbbing pain.
the adrenaline is still making your head spin, and your cheek stings with every slight movement. âi donât know, iâŠi just came to prank him,â you mumble, voice barely above a whisper as you bite your lip, trying not to whimper at the soreness radiating from where he slapped you. âi thought you were him.â
sukuna scoffs, clearly unimpressed with your explanation. he stands up, towering over you, placing his hands on his hips once again as he gives you a once-over. âright. and now you look like a kicked puppy,â he mutters, almost like heâs annoyed that he feels the slightest bit of guilt over the reflexive slap. he rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh, as if your injury is an inconvenience to him.
âyouâre bleeding, you know,â he says with a grimace, nodding toward your lip. âmight want to do something about that.â
your hand flies up to your mouth, fingers brushing over the blood at the edge of your lip. you wince as the pain flares up, and sukuna watches with an unreadable expression as you dab at the spot, failing to hide the pained hiss that escapes your lips.
âfor someone sneaky enough to climb a damn tree and break in, youâre pretty fragile,â he comments dryly, his eyes still fixed on you as if trying to make sense of the situation before fixed to the spray hair dye beside you on the floor for a second. âwhat the hell were you planning to do, anyway? spray yuujiâs hair while heâs sleeping and hope heâd just laugh it off?â
you nod, feeling a little foolish now under his intense gaze, the can of hair dye still lying on the carpet where you dropped it. âit was just supposed to be harmless fun,â you mumble, glancing down, feeling a bit exposed under his scrutiny.
sukunaâs lips twitch into a smirk at your explanation, his annoyance softening into amusement, though itâs laced with a hint of disbelief. âharmless fun?â he repeats, raising an eyebrow. âso, you thought it would be funny to sneak into our house and mess with my brother while heâs sleeping?â
his tone is sharp, the words falling from his lips with an edge that stings more than the slap, his eyes never leaving you as you sit there, holding your cheek. itâs obvious heâs not buying your excuse, but heâs too damn entertained to show it.
you let out a long sigh, resigning yourself to the ridiculousness of the situation. shifting to sit cross-legged on the carpet, you look up at him, feeling a spark of defiance flaring back up. âdid you see my hair?â you ask, gesturing at the strands of blue cascading down your shoulders. âitâs all yuujiâs fault.â
sukunaâs brow arches, his smirk widening as he watches you, clearly intrigued but still not entirely convinced. âis that so?â he drawls, folding his arms as he leans slightly against the bedpost, his gaze never leaving you. âand what exactly did he do that made you think you could just break in here?â
you roll your eyes, the memory of yuujiâs previous prank making you scowl slightly. âoh, he thought itâd be hilarious to dye my hair neon blue while pretending to help me dye my hair,â you explain, crossing your arms in annoyance. âi was just trying to get him back. didnât expect the wrong itadori to be here.â
sukuna lets out a scoff, a sound that might be a stifled laugh. âso you wanted revenge, huh?â he says, his smirk growing wider. âand you thought breaking into our house and sneaking into my room was the way to do it?â
he steps closer to you, his eyes scanning over your figure, that smirk still dancing on his lips. âyouâve got guts, iâll give you that,â he mutters, his voice a mix of annoyance and grudging respect. âbut damn, couldnât you have chosen a less idiotic plan?â
as sukuna takes a step closer, the sudden shift in his expression sends a jolt through you. instinctively, you scoot back, clutching at the fabric of your clothes as if thatâll somehow guard you from the piercing intensity in his gaze. the smirk on his lips is still there, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething unreadableâthat makes your heart skip a beat.
âw-what are you doing?â you stammer, trying to sound firm, though your voice betrays you with a slight tremor. you donât break eye contact, refusing to let him see any weakness, but your pulse is racing.
sukuna chuckles, low and dark, as he watches you. ârelax,â he drawls, tilting his head with that infuriating smirk of his. âif i wanted to kick you out, i wouldâve done it already.â he pauses, gaze flicking over you once more, as if heâs sizing you up. âjust curious, thatâs all. you break into my house in the dead of night, sneaking around like a cat burglar, and then you get all jumpy when i walk up to you? if anything, i should be the one asking what youâre doing.â
you grit your teeth, trying to steady your breathing. âi⊠i told you, it was just a prank for yuuji. i didnât expect you to be here.â you try to keep your voice steady, hoping the indignation overshadows the nervousness bubbling under the surface. âand can you blame me for being cautious? you slapped me as soon as you saw me!â
his gaze softens, just for a moment, like heâs remembering the slapâand the faint tinge of guilt flashes across his expression before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. he gives a half-shrug, still smirking. âmaybe i overreacted,â he admits. âbut you barged into my room.â
sukuna lets out another scoff, this time a little softer, almost amused by your obvious discomfort. he takes another step closer, closing the distance between you even further, and again, you involuntarily shrink back. the smirk on his lips grows wider, as if heâs enjoying how unnerved you are, despite your best efforts to hide it.
ârelax,â he repeats, his voice a low, taunting rumble. âi wonât bite.â
his eyes never leave yours, studying your every reaction keenly, like heâs trying to catch every flicker of emotion that crosses your face. âyouâre trembling,â he comments, a hint of mockery in his voice. âwhy, are you afraid of me?â
a pause as he crotch down, leaving just a few inches between you. his hand reaches out, moving towards your face, and you reflexively flinch at the unexpected touch. sukuna pauses, his fingers pausing just a breath away from your skin, before brushing over your swollen cheek. âdoes it hurt?â he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle, almost concerned.
you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you muster up a dry, sarcastic tone. âwhat do you think?â you snap, meeting his gaze without flinching this time, though your cheek still throbs from the sting. his fingers linger on your cheek for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if contemplating something. the concern in his voice had surprised you, but now youâre more annoyed than anything, wondering if heâs just toying with you for his own amusement.
sukunaâs lips twitch into a faint smirk at your response. âfeisty, arenât you?â he murmurs, clearly amused by your defiance. âguess youâre not as fragile as you look.â you huff, trying to ignore the way his hand feels against your skin, warm and oddly gentle. âdid you expect me to just sit here and whimper?â you fire back, arching an eyebrow at him. âmaybe you should work on your welcoming skills.â
he chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver up your spine. âi donât usually have uninvited guests,â he replies, his smirk widening. âespecially not ones with the guts to talk back.â the tension between you both lingers, charged and heavy, as his hand falls away, leaving you to realize how close he is, still crouched in front of you.
sukuna reaches into the drawer by his bed, pulling out a small box and setting it on the carpet in front of you. you watch as he opens it, revealing a surprisingly well-stocked first-aid kitâcotton swabs, antiseptic wipes, bandages, and more.
âwhat⊠are you doing?â you ask, eyebrows raising in disbelief. the idea of sukuna, the one who slapped you moments ago, now tending to your wound feels too surreal. sukuna doesnât answer immediately, his eyes focused as he pulls out a cotton swab and some antiseptic from the small box. he glances up at you briefly, his gaze unreadable, before he dips the cotton in the antiseptic. âhold still,â he says, his voice quieter, almost like heâs trying not to scare you off.
you feel your brows knit together, watching him suspiciously. âwhat are you doing?â you ask for the second time, shifting slightly as he leans in closer, his intense gaze making it hard to look away.
âwhat does it look like?â he says, a slight edge of irritation coloring his tone, though he doesnât break eye contact. âiâm cleaning up the mess i made.â he reaches toward your cheek, you instinctively tense up, but his touch is unexpectedly gentle. the antiseptic stings slightly as he dabs it onto your skin, and you canât help but wince. he moves the cotton swab across your cheek, waiting a beat to make sure you wonât pull away.
âdonât be a baby,â he mutters, though thereâs a faint trace of amusement in his tone. you roll your eyes, trying to keep your composure. âmaybe if someone didnât slap meâŠâ you mumble, unable to resist throwing some sarcasm back his way.
sukuna lets out a snort, his lips twitching into a half-smile. âmaybe if someone didnât sneak into my room in the middle of the night,â he retorts, the edge to his voice lessening slightly as he continues tending to your wound. âcanât blame me for being startled, now, can you?â
his eyes are fixed on your face, his expression serious and focused as he works, and you struggle to keep yourself from reacting to his touch. despite his previous aggression, his movements are oddly careful, almost as if he was worried about causing you more pain. âiâm taking responsibility, arenât i?â he retorts, but his voice is noticeably softer than before.
he continues to clean up the wound on your cheek, his gaze never leaving your face. his touch, despite the initial start, is careful and precise. thereâs something almost tender about his actions, but his expression remains composed, revealing nothing more than mild annoyance. âyouâre surprisingly docile when youâre quiet,â he notes, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.
sukunaâs eyes flicker up to meet your gaze, the hint of a knowing smile on his lips as he continues to gently apply the antiseptic, his touch both tender and precise.
his words take you by surprise, the uncharacteristic compliment causing your cheeks to flush slightly. you open your mouth to shoot back a retort, but for some reason, the words donât come as easily as they did before. âi⊠just donât want to give you another reason to slap me,â you manage to stammer out, trying to sound defiant but instead finding yourself a little flustered.
sukuna lets out a chuckle, his eyes narrowing amusedly as he sees your flustered reaction. âyouâre not as tough as you act,â he says, a hint of mockery in his tone. âiâve seen scared rabbits with more backbone than you.â
he stops applying the antiseptic and sets it aside, his hand moving to grab a small bandage from the first-aid kit. his gaze drops back to your cheek, his expression strangely serious as he carefully applies the bandage. âyou lucked out that i was in a good mood,â he adds, his voice quieter.
you roll your eyes, letting out an exaggerated scoff as sukunaâs words sink in. âoh, i feel so honored,â you reply sarcastically, the dry bite in your tone impossible to miss. you lift a hand to feel the freshly placed bandage on your cheek, not sure if youâre more irritated by the sting or by the smug expression heâs wearing.
with a glare, you turn to really look at him, noting for the first time just how much he resembles yuujiâthe same face shape, the same strong build. but the similarities end there. where yuujiâs face is open and kind, sukunaâs is sharp, his features only intensified by the black tattoos and those unsettling deep crimson eyes that seem to pierce right through you.
your gaze holds his, and you let out a low murmur, almost daring, âso... what would you do if you werenât in a good mood, then? eat me?â you quirk an eyebrow, attempting to match his intensity, though thereâs a part of you thatâs not entirely sure if youâre joking.
sukunaâs lips twitch at your sarcastic response, his smirk widening as he watches your reaction. his eyes follow your hand, watching you touch the bandage. he notices the hint of irritation in your expression, but he seems to revel in it, his gaze sharpening as you meet his eyes.
at your question, his smirk turns into a wolfish grin, his eyes gleaming with an almost feral glimmer.
âmaybe,â he replies, his voice dropping to a purr-like grunt, âif you keep testing my temper, who knows what i might do.â he tilts his head slightly, studying you with a mix of irritation and mild amusement.
sukunaâs smirk widens and his eyes roam over you with that bold, shameless look, you can feel your cheeks heating up against your will. his tone is low and teasing, each word laced with a dangerous, sultry undertone that makes your stomach flip.
you feel your cheeks flare up, and you canât hide the way your body reacts to sukunaâs bold comment and the way his gaze trails over you with that dangerous glint. that smirk of his only gets wider, more amused, as he takes in your flustered expression making your stomach crunches. itâs like heâs toying with you, fully enjoying the effect heâs having.
when he drops his voice and mutters that sultry, âiâll make sure you feel good, though,â it sends a shiver through you, one that you quickly shake off. ignoring the warmth rising to your face, you roll your eyes and lift your foot, giving him a swift kick to the shoulder. itâs not hard, but itâs enough to send him sprawling back onto the carpet. âugh, fuck off, you pervert,â you huff, crossing your arms as you glare down at him.
sukunaâs eyes widen slightly at your unexpected kick, stunned for a moment before he lets out a laugh, his body thudding against the carpet. he lands flat on his back, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. he doesnât sit up right away, just lies there, the smirk on his lips growing wider as he looks up at you, obviously finding your reaction very entertaining.
âpervert, am i?â he quips, raising an eyebrow as he runs a hand through his hair. âbig talk from the one sneaking into my room at night, hm?â the smirk still on his lips as he gazes up at you, his eyes narrowing in a way thatâs both infuriating and captivating.
sukuna pushes himself up to leans on his two elbows, looking up at you with that infuriating smirk still firmly in place. âseems i touched a nerve,â he purrs, his voice smooth and low. âall i did was say iâd make you feel good. you canât honestly say that was perverted.â he pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering up and down your body in a way that feels almost like a caress. âi wonder,â he continues, his voice dropping to a murmur, âwhat other buttons i could push to get those cute little reactions out of you.â
your eyes widen as his words sink in, a mix of embarrassment and irritation flaring up inside you. with a gasp, you instinctively cross your arms over your body, as if shielding yourself from the weight of his gaze. âare you serious?â you sputter, heat creeping up your cheeks.
you quickly gather yourself, and before he has a chance to react, you reach out and give his shoulder a solid shove, enough to make him fall back onto the carpet with a thud. âyou are such a pervert,â you snap, your voice laced with annoyance as you glare down at him.
sukuna lets out another laugh, unbothered by your shove. he lands back on the carpet, his body sprawled out once more. he doesnât make any move to get up again, just lies there with that irritatingly smug expression on his face.
âyouâre so sensitive,â he teases, his tone mocking. âi havenât even done anything, and youâre already blushing. makes me think you secretly like it when i talk dirty.â he props himself up on his elbow, tilting his head with a smirk. âor maybe itâs just my charming presence.â
your eyes narrow at him, cheeks burning as you bite back the urge to say something that might fuel his ego even more. âshut up,â you snap, your voice laced with irritation as you glare down at him. sukunaâs smirk fades slightly as he looks at you, a curious glint replacing the usual cockiness in his eyes. he studies you for a moment, almost as if heâs seeing you in a new light. then, with a slight tilt of his head, he sits up, resting his elbows on his knees.
âwhatâs your name?â he asks, his voice a bit softer, though thereâs still that edge of intrigue. you blink, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. itâs rare to see him ask something so straightforward without a teasing or mocking tone. for a second, it feels almost... genuine, like he actually wants to know.
âwhy?â you retort, trying to keep the edge in your voice despite the way his gaze makes your heart race.
he chuckles, leaning back slightly. âcanât a guy be curious?â he shrugs, his eyes not leaving yours. âi see you hanging around here often enough. figure i might as well know what to call the bold little intruder.â
thereâs a playful glint in his eyes, but underneath it, thereâs something that feels almost⊠sincere. you look at him with a mix of suspicion and surprise, narrowing your eyes as you try to gauge his intentions. why was he suddenly so curious? sukunaâs never exactly struck you as the type to care about formalities, much less asking someoneâs name without some ulterior motive. but, still, under that sharp gaze of his, you feel a small sense of obligation to answer.
ââŠitâs y/n,â you mumble, the words slipping out almost involuntarily as you avert your gaze, feeling oddly self-conscious under his stare.
at the sound of your name, sukunaâs smirk softens into a slight smile. ây/n,â he repeats, testing the sound of it on his tongue. the way he says it makes your stomach flutter, like the smooth sound of a purr. the syllables rolling off his tongue like a low, appreciative rumble. thereâs something about the way he says your name that sends a small shiver down your spine.
he eyes you for a moment longer, his gaze unreadable as he studies your face. his expression is surprisingly soft, the usual sharp edge of mockery missing from his eyes, replaced by a subtle warmth. ây/n,â he murmurs again, almost to himself. then, he grins. âa pretty name for a pretty girl.â
the compliment takes you off guard, your cheeks feeling warm under his gaze. you open your mouth to retort, to brush off his comment with some snarky response, but the words get stuck in your throat. sukuna clearly notices your reaction, his smirk widening into a cocky grin. âmmm, cat got your tongue?â he teases, his voice low and silken. âcanât handle a little praise?â
you feel your heart race as sukunaâs gaze lingers on you, his words lingering in the air like a heavy, unexpected compliment. it catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're left speechless, your mind struggling to come up with a response. you try to brush it off, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays the effect his words had on you.
âshut up,â you manage to stutter, but the words come out far softer than you intended. flustered, you quickly grab the nearest pillow and hurl it toward him with surprising force. it smacks him in the face, but youâre already on your feet, desperate to put some space between you and him.
âgod, youâre such a pain,â you mutter, though itâs barely audible as you try to walk away, still feeling the sting of his compliment on your skin. sukuna lets out a low, amused chuckle as the pillow hits him. he sits up properly, grabbing the pillow from his face and holding it in his lap. his eyes follow you as you hurry to put some distance between you, a small smirk playing on his lips.
as you mutter your frustration under your breath, sukuna watches you with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. your flustered reaction to his compliment, the way you tried to flee, only piqued his interest further. âaww, where are you going?â he calls out teasingly. âcome back here, donât be shy.â
you pause mid-step, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to ignore the way his amused tone makes your pulse quicken. crossing your arms, you tilt your head and give him a skeptical look, masking your own lingering embarrassment with a cool expression. âare you enjoying my company now?â you ask, your voice laced with dry sarcasm. âi thought you were annoyed that i showed up unannounced.â
sukuna grins at your reply, leaning back against the side of the bed, his demeanor relaxed and at ease. he holds the pillow up in one hand, absently tracing the edge with his fingers as his gaze locks on you.
âcanât it be both?â he responds, his tone nonchalant. âiâm annoyed at your lack of respect for personal space, but i gotta admit, youâre not entirely unpleasant to look at. or be around, maybe,â he pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering over your figure. âand it was kind of funny watching you squirm just now.â
you let a slow smile spread across your face, folding your arms as you tilt your head, watching him with a mischievous glint in your eye. âoh? should i stay a bit longer then?â you say, your tone light and teasing, each word a subtle challenge.
sukuna lets out an exaggerated groan, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance as he pushes himself up to stand. he shakes his head, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. âdonât push your luck,â he mutters, but thereâs a flicker of something almost playful in his voice that undercuts the warning.
you let out a soft chuckle, uncrossing your arms and let it fall down to your side âoh, come on,â you say, a teasing smile playing on your lips. âi thought i was at least ânot entirely unpleasantâ to be around. maybe youâre warming up to me.â
sukunaâs eyes narrow ever so slightly as you respond with a smirk of your own, a flicker of amused irritation crossing his face. he lets out a low scoff, not quite able to hide the hint of amusement in his voice.
âdonât get cocky,â he retorts, the warning tone in his voice contradicted by the playful glint in his eyes. âjust because i called you pretty doesnât mean i donât find you irritating.â he takes a step toward you, his gaze never leaving yours as he crosses his arms across his chest. âand i never said i was warming up to...â he trails off, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a moment before shifting back up, meeting your eyes with an intense look. âi was just stating a fact,â he continues, his voice lowering to an almost whisper. âyouâre not bad to look at, thatâs all.â
you roll your eyes at him, letting out a small scoff. âasshole,â you mutter, crossing your arms defiantly. but before you can get too comfortable, you feel sukunaâs hands on your back, firm and insistent, as he starts to nudge you towards the window you came through.
a pout forms on your lips as you drag your feet, resisting slightly. âcome on,â you whine, looking up at him with a mock hurt expression, knowing itâll only irritate him more. âi still want to stay. youâre such great company, after all,â you add with a smirk, your tone dripping with sarcasm.
he lets out an exasperated sigh, his grip on your back firm but not rough as he tries to shove you out. âdonât push it,â he growls, his patience clearly thinning. you can see the twitch in his jaw, and the way his eyes narrow, as if heâs seconds away from throwing you out the window himself.
but you just laugh, twisting around to look up at him with a mischievous grin. âwhy are you so eager to get rid of me, huh?â you tease, leaning back slightly to stall his efforts. âis it, maybe because you just canât handle my charm?â
sukunaâs eyes narrow at your relentless stubbornness, his grip on your back becoming even more firm as he tries to guide you toward the window. but you resist, planting your feet like a stubborn mule, and his irritation only grows. as you whine and pout at him, throwing sarcastic jabs at his expense, sukuna grumbles, his patience stretching thinner with every word you speak. he leans in, his face close to yours, his eyes locking onto your defiant gaze.
âyour charm?â he mutters, his voice low and laced with annoyance. âmore like your irritating persistence.â he gives you another forceful shove, pushing you closer to the window. âjust go,â he says, his voice carrying a hint of finality. âbefore i change my mind and shove you out myself.â
you cling to the railing, balancing precariously on one leg as you tilt your head up at him, a playful pout on your lips. even with half your body hanging out the window, youâre determined to get one last rise out of him. batting your eyelashes dramatically, you lean in, giving him an exaggerated, innocent look. âare you sure you wonât miss me?â you ask in a sing-song tone, your eyes glinting with mischief. you can see his jaw tense, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he glares at you.
sukunaâs eyes narrow, his jaw clenching at your relentless stubbornness and irritating persistence. he's tempted to throw you out the window right then and there, but your dramatic pose and exaggerated puppy dog eyes give him pause. âoh, please,â he mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. âyouâre a headache, a nuisance. what would i miss about you?â
heâs clearly trying to hold back, to keep his emotions in check, but your audacity and lack of fear continue to rile him up. his eyes dart to the window, considering whether it would be better to simply push you out and be done with it, but thereâs something about the cheeky sparkle in your eyes that makes him hesitate.
you let out an exaggerated sigh, clutching the railing as you give him your best pleading look. âcome on, sukuna,â you whine, batting your eyelashes, âcanât i at least leave through the front door like a normal person?â
his expression darkens, an irritated smirk tugging at his lips as he leans in, his hand pressing firmly on your shoulder to keep you steady but clearly inching you closer to the edge. âyouâre leaving the same way you came in,â he mutters, his voice low and laced with annoyance. you canât help but grin, finding his exasperation oddly satisfying. âaww, donât be like that,â you tease, âi thought maybe youâd warmed up to me by now.â
his jaw tightens, and he gives you another nudge, his patience clearly wearing thin. âiâm this close to tossing you out myself,â he growls, but thereâs a flicker in his eyes, almost like heâs holding back a reluctant smile. with a little laugh, you swing one leg back over the windowsill, making a show of dragging out your departure. âfine, fine,â you say, raising your hands in mock surrender. âiâll go. but i know youâll be thinking of me after iâm gone.â
âout!â he barks, finally giving you a proper shove that sends you stumbling backward onto the balcony. as you regain your balance, you canât resist flashing him one last smirk, blowing him a kiss just to rile him up one more time. his eye twitches, and he slams the window shut with a huff, leaving you on the balconyâbut not before you catch the faintest hint of amusement in his expression.
sukuna stands by the closed window, his hands clenching into fists, his jaw taut with irritation. he glares through the glass, his eyes fixed on your smirking figure. the last bit of patience he had snaps as you blow him a kiss, his expression darkening further. he slams his hand against the window, the sound echoing through the room. âget lost, dammit,â he mutters to himself, his voice carrying a hint of frustration.
you roll your eyes at his dramatic display, taking your sweet time as you turn toward the branch you used to climb up. âseriously,â you mutter under your breath, half amused, half exasperated. âheâs such a bipolar jerk.â
with one last glance over your shoulder, you see him still standing there, fists clenched and glaring daggers through the glass, as if youâd somehow infiltrated his inner sanctum and messed with his world. it almost makes you laughâyou can practically feel the annoyance radiating off him even from here.
âgoodnight to you too, sukuna,â you mumble sarcastically, stepping onto the branch. as you begin to make your way down, you hear a faint, frustrated huff from inside. with a small, victorious smirk, you descend, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having left him riled up and flustered in his own room.
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