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Wc: 6k
p.2 to this p.1
AN: thank you again for readingâproofread warning.
Warning: dub-con, jealousy, manipulative behavior, controlling behavior, smut (MINORS DNI), degradation, demeaning, rude gojo-like bad boy, bad, just not healthy my dude. Read with caution
Again.
Satoru, of course, had heard everything. The menace he wasâheâd wound you up hoping to draw a confession from you. But like always he managed to get carried away. He couldnât say he was upset with the outcome. Heâd been able to see you so deliciously vulnerable right before his eyes. The way you squirmed beneath him, your beautiful doe eyes practically begging him to fuck you. And the second heâd heard your footsteps prattle away, a moan coming from your room, he knew it was all worth it.
His feet carried him straight to your door, long forgetting the food. He quietly approached, leaning in closely to listen. Your moans mixed with the wet squelches made him stutter out a breath he didnât know he was holding. His dick painfully hard in the confines of his pants. The image of you shuddering beneath him still burned into his mind. Heâd pushed you, yes. But it was worth it to see the jealous look smearing your pretty features.
And now, his prize and punishment. Just out of reach. The sound of your vibrator, your whimpers and moans, and finally the sound of your climax. You filled the entire apartment with your sinful sounds.
His head rests against the door, his palms flexing. He put himself in this position, yet he wasnât mad about it. His ear tinted red as he tried to imagine what your face looked like when you came. Heâd thought long and hard, leaning against your door like that.
Satoru left the house soon after that. And when heâd arrived home, the lights were out in the apartment. He saw you had eaten the curry he left out for you, as he listened in for any sign of life. You were likely asleep. He brought the bag back to his room, locking the door before digging in. Heâd bought several things that night, and was itching to put them to good use. Ordered some more to come in the next day.
You on the other hand were suffering from post nut clarity. What had you done? What had he done?
Would he pretend this never happened? He left the house before you could work up the courage to go talk to him about it. Heâd been the one to push you, though. Would you even be able to face him. Explain to him the actions of your stupid horny brain. You had wondered if he really hadnât heard you. Would you just be embarrassing yourself by bringing it up? And what about your conversation at the island table?
When you left for work the next day, you hadnât seen him at all. Usually heâd be in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you. Youâd typically eat together, laugh about the movie youâd watched the night before, then say your goodbyes for the day.
But his bedroom door was shut. So you left. The change in routine was more noticeable than you thought. You didnât realize how accustomed you were to having Satoruâs presence around you, that it just threw your whole day off.
When you got home that evening you immediately noticed something was off. You spotted more artwork on the walls. More furniture in the previously bare environment. It felt warmer than before, as you placed your bag by the door. More like home.
You heard rustling in the kitchen, making your way to the source of both the noise and the delicious smell. And there he was. In all his handsome glory. Who made him that attractive? You think spitefully.
âOh! Youâre home?â The word home hung a little more heavier than it did before. âYeah, I just got back.â
He nods, as you take your seat in the island chair. Your mind flashes back to your position there yesterday night before he speaks up.
âHow was your day?â The conversation remained light. You talked about each of your days, excluding the awkwardness of the morning.
âWhatâs with all the new decor? Itâs nice donât get me wrong, butâŚâ
âAh I wanted to liven the place up a bitâŚyou can add whatever you want. Itâs your place too, yâknow?â
The words hang there. Should you address it? How would that conversation even go?
âShould weâŚshould we talk about yesterday?â He remained playful and easygoing, âwhatâs there to talk about?â Was he being serious? He was just going to ignore it? Your confusion mustâve shown on your faceâ
âI think I was pretty upfront. You arenât leaving. This is your home as much as mine.â That was only the tip of the iceberg, and you didnât know how to approach the topic that would change the entire basis of your relationship.
âWhat are you expecting from me? Some kind of friends with benefits?â Your voice attempting nonchalance yet failing to hid the bitterness. He just didnât seem the type for relationships. But a situationship did seem right up his alley. His smile tightened as he addressed you coldly, head tilting.
âI donât care what label you put on it. Long as you arenât seeing other people. Long as you stay here.â You decide to drop it there, not liking how cold his eyes had gotten. Eating in strained peace.
You shower off before heading to bed, but not before running into him in the hallway. His eyes shamelessly skimmed your body, which thankfully was still wrapped in a towel. You nodded at him before scurrying to your room and closing the door quickly. His gaze still made you so flustered.
You moved to grab your clothes before noting the framed landscape painting on the wall in front of your bed. It was somewhat awkward knowing that heâd been in your room while you were away, but it is his apartment, right?
You dress in your pajamas before tucking yourself in bed. The room was dark as you snuggled in the overly soft comforter.
That was before you heard him.
A low groan, followed by another. You sat bolt upright in bed. His room was on the other side of the wall, so you didnât need to strain much to hear it. Continuous strings of moans, groans, and pants. You werenât sure you were hearing right. You wait a few moments, unbelieving. Was he really doing this? Your face flushed red as you lay back in bed. You reach down between your legs feeling the dampness over your clean panties. Damn.
All it took was his voice. You touch your clothed pussy, feeling the damp spot grow. His groans and panting heavier as he begins moaning out your name.
You to freeze up, heart hammering. He was playing so dirty.
Too warm. You pulled the covers back, pulling down your shorts and underwear. The cold air hits your slick pussy and you rub meticulously. Your other hand stifles your moans before they can come out.
Satoru was playing dirty and he knew it. The second he was in bed, his mind never left how you looked walking around in that small towel. The water droplets clinging to your hair, and the smooth expanse of your creamy skin on display.
You were a fucking minx walking around like that. Pulling that stunt yesterday. All he had to do was imagine you, and the rest was history.
He was sure his moaning carried through the walls. He wanted to give you a little something for the day before. A few minutes go by before he pulls out his phone, clicking his new home security app. Heâd placed cameras around the house. Expensive ones. Ones you wouldnât see, hiding behind the decorative paintings heâd placed everywhere. Including your room.
You were lying there on your bed, your finger on that perfect gushing pussy. The camera quality, crystal clear. He couldnât stop the groan from his mouth, calling out your name softly again. The satisfaction rolled in waves at the movement of your hips, no doubt in response to his voice.
This had been the best investment heâd ever made.
Tensions had been high around the apartment. Much to your displeasure. Satoru was still very friendly with you, spending much of his free time around you. Still very touchy, yet never crossing that line of too much.
He still never addressed your silent war of loudly masturbating in your roomsâ a war which you both seemed to continue after that first day. And it was not something you were going to comment on first, especially if he was being stubborn. Youâd spent more time out of the house, feeling that tension stifle you. But youâd wanted more from it. Wanted more from your relationship and he didnât seem like he wanted to talk about it.
He would complain when you stayed out for long periods of time, but it was better than addressing the shift in your dynamic. And you could only stand to see his face so often when you frequently heard him climaxing in the next room over. Your name a constant on his tongue.
Youâd met up with your childhood friend from home. Youâd known him for years, having grown up together.
Satoru had met him tooâfunnily enough. Heâd been the catalyst for Satoruâs possessive best friend hugging era. That friend.
Heâd came into town, and messaged about a meet up. Heâd only be there for a day or two. On the way out of the apartment that morning, you let Satoru know you wouldnât be back for dinner, not wanting him to set the plate. He looked bored when heâd ask where you were going. Even when you told him who you were meeting up with. And he said nothing when you left the house to go to dinner that day.
All of this to say, you now found yourself very shocked. That conversation had only been a few hours ago, though it felt longer. Here you were sat across from your childhood friend.
And to your right was Satoru Gojo.
In the flesh. The look on your friendâs face was nothing short of awkward. He hadnât expected you to be bringing a plus one. And judging by the look on your face, you hadnât expected Satoru there either.
Maybe this wouldâve been more comfortable had it not been for how Satoru was acting.
Satoru sat back in his chair, legs sprawled out beneath him, and was possibly the only comfortable looking person at the table. His smile broad, eyes easy going. The only tell for his own irritation was the tension in his shoulders.
âSooo, whoâre you again?â His underlying tone, condescending, boarding on mean, but still managed to keep his playful persona.
âSatoruââ âAh my nameâsââ You shoot your friend a look for him to shut up, giving him a light kick under the table. âSatoru, you know his name. Stop teasing.â
You give him a pointed look, still unsure why he was even there in the first place. With the way he was acting you had no doubt heâd wanted to make it awkward. Youâd found out he was just quirky that way.
âWhyâre you even here? This wasnât supposed to be a group thing-â He hummed out your name in a singsong voice, his arm swiftly clapping around on your friendâs shoulder, yanking him closer. âHe doesnât seem to mind, mm? Whatâs your problem with it?â
He pouted out his lips, feigning innocence. His tone doing nothing but stoking the small flame of annoyance in your chest. His puppy eyes were on display, seeming to plead his case with you, but you wouldnât give in this time. You wouldnât have minded him joining in, but it was the fact that he just showed up with no word. It was painfully rude. Especially when he seemed less than interested that morning. Your eyes flit to your friends, pitying his position, âSorry for him-â
âSorry for what!â Satoruâs loud voice rang out, âIâm a delight!â His voice indignant. You huff out, before hearing the waiter approach the table. She eyed your situation, before flushing at Gojo. Ugh.
âWhat can I get started for you~?â Her pitch was a bit grating to your ears. Maybe you were being too critical? But the way she eyed up Satoru solidified your critique. Absolutely grating.
Satoru smiled at the soured look painted across your face. It only got worse when the waitress came over, practically tripping over him. It did nothing to help his ego, and he pat your friend on the back, a little more forcefully than he intended before letting go. He was irritated that you were here. That youâd chosen a little date with this waste of space sitting next to him.
His grin was wide, as he made sure to eye you downâgauging your every reaction. But your eyes were on the waitress. Not him. And that annoyed him even more than he cared to admit.
âMmmâ he hummed out, turning his charm up. He hadnât meant for it to sound soâŚHe leaned over the table, resting his head on one hand, making eye contact with the waitress,
âWhatâs your sweetest dish?â The question was innocent enough. His tone lightâsomewhat suggestive, he knew you wouldnât like it. The waitress flushed, and she looked away, giggling. The sound was a bit annoying, heâd admit.
He didnât like playing this game, but he couldnât control his actions when it came to you. His eyes flit back to you-just marginally, hoping heâd find you looking over at him. But you wouldnât turn your fuckinâ head.
He reminded himself that it was fine. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to remind you who really mattered here.
His competition was sat to his right, his grin uneasy and uncomfortable. Satoru could tell he was a fish out of water, and it satisfied him to no end knowing that he knew. He knew he could never size up to the Satoru Gojo.
If you didnât see it, heâd just have to show you. Show you that he was the more desirable option. The better pick.
If others showed some interest in him then maybe youâd see it? He contemplated flirting some more, giving you a taste of your own medicine. He eyed the waitress shamelessly, hoping you saw him. Only for a moment.
But his thoughts were racing, and he felt somewhat desperate and out of control. You still refused to look at him, and it really was starting to drive him crazy. If only you hadnât come out to see this fuckin shrimp.
He wouldnât wait around for you. He didnât need you.
But that was a lie. And he knew it. He was just jealous. And he didnât know how to convey it.
But he knew how to get your attention.
Instigating obvious sexual tension for weeks. Act nonchalant when you spoke about your childhood friendârandomly, your supposed dinner plans with him. Pretend to ignore you as you left the house dressed up that sleek form fitting black dress.
â¨Show up when you least expected it.⨠Make your friend uncomfortable, putting you in an awkward position. Flirt with the waitress right in front of you when he felt like you hated him. When he felt like you preferred someone elseâs company. And now?
What else could he do to garner your attention? He could make good on his comment from before, bringing her home and fucking her right next to your bedroom door.
But the thought disgusted him. He couldnât even picture it. And when it reached his mind, he pulled back from the flirting immediately. You glared at him now, your arms crossing over yourself in a self soothing gesture. He couldn't understand how you were able to come out like this. Not when he revolted at the idea of even touching another woman. How could you so casually sit across from another man and eat dinner like it was nothing?
And like always, Satoru took it too far. But damn if it didnât get him results.
Your eyes were back on him.
âRight, I think Iâll be leaving nowââ you stood up, not even having placed your order. The waitress caught off guard by your sudden announcement. Before you could finish raising from the chair, Satoru followed suit. Standing up frighteningly fast, causing you to stumble back. His quick reflexes caught you on instinct, straightening you back upright. You shrugged him off, not feeling too fond of the white haired sorcerer at the moment.
You looked over at your friend, âIâm so sorry, weâll just meet up next time, okay?â
Your voice so sincere it made Satoruâs chest hurt. His cursed energy licking up his insides. He could barely reign in the emotions he felt kicking back up. He watched the exchange with growing annoyance, as your friend slowly stood up, agreeing. He hugged you before parting ways, and before Satoru could utter a word, you were flying past him, the opposite way.
âHey, wait!â His long legs catching up with you quickly. You ignore him, opting to pretend he didnât exist in that moment.
You were still fucking hungry. And now you were cold, the nighttime air biting at your exposed legs. You walked for a few blocks, as Satoru silently tailed behind you. He hadnât said a word, and you hadnât bothered looking back to check if he was still following. Youâd been looking for a decent food stall you could buy some noodles at.
Sure, Satoru hasnât specifically come out and said heâd refrain from talking to other girls. But you didnât think heâd be so blatant with his flirting. And right in front of you. Right in front of your friend? How embarrassing.
Your conversation flitted back into your mind, remembering the possessive tinge to his words. As long as you stayed with him. And as long as you didnât see anyone else. No labels needed.
You so badly wished heâd been more forward with his intentions. It almost felt like he was stringing you along. Did he even care about you the way you cared for him? You hadnât even kissed him yet. But youâd heard the way heâs climaxed. Those two didnât fit together, you thought.
But you werenât sure you wanted to kiss him with the little tantrum heâd thrown earlier. And his blatant disregard for your feelings. Did all of that not apply to him? None of it made sense.
And now he was invading your other friendships, putting you in shitty positions by making you look bad. All you wanted was a chill night out. Catching up with a long time friend. Hearing about the new gossip around your hometown. Itâd be ages since youâd gone out.
âYou ready to talk?â His voice irritated you to no end, your head snapping back to look at him. Only to find yourself looking up. When had he gotten so close? Youâd been so surprised you stumbled. âWhaââ
His cocked head back, looking down at you with icy eyes, stopping you in your tracks. Was that malice?âHe pulled you off the side of the road, tugging you by your arm into a dim alleyway. You stumbled over your heels before you felt your back hit the freezing wall. He had you caged again, his hands on either side of your head.
âLetâs talk.â Heâd decided for you. Voice dipping low, you felt a shudder run up your back. From the cold? or him? you arenât sure. âSatoru-â âAre you doing this on purpose.â His voice heavy, still maintaining a teasing lilt to his voice. Always teasing.
âDoing what?â
âPlaying these little mind games.â He seemed to seethe, now, âMind games?â You parrot, dumbfounded at his accusation. What the hell was he on about?
âYesâ he hissed out, laughing, âyour little games.â His tone boarded on hysterical now, blindsiding you in seconds. The whiplash inevitable. He seemed to break at your lack of adequate response. Where was this coming from?
He leaned in closer, breath tickling your ear, âI can put up with the moaning and the whimpering coming from your room. The slutty clothes you wear around the house. The sly little looks you give me. The way you call my name in your sleep.â His voice teetering on the edge. âBut I wonât have you running around in that skimpy outfit, meeting up with other men for dinner.â words harsh, and blunt.
Was that really how he saw you? Some needy whore he put up with? The thought made you cringe. Whyâs he being so mean?
âIf you didnât want me there then you should have said something, Satoru.â You spat his name out like it was a rotten bite of food. Ignoring the fact that heâd finally addressed what youâd been skirting around these past few weeks.
But youâre too moody to deal with his bullshit right now. You go to move, wanting to just go home, âits none of your business what I wear, and who I go out withââ He uses his body weight to his advantage pressing you back against the wall, his leg slitting between yours, easily riding up your dress. This position feeling uncannily familiar. His hand finds purchase in your hair, yanking your head back to look up at him, holding you in place.
âNone of my business? No, Sugar. Iâd definitely have to disagree.â His voice cold, any trace of teasing long gone. You struggled a little now, not knowing where he was going with this. But his eyes seemed to be swirling. He had to be going crazy. You refused to respond to this. He wasnât acting like himselfâ âShould I just lock you up? Chain you to my bed?â You choke on your own spit. Maybe itâs just a bad joke? But that tone. And his eyesââYâknow I could, right?â But he isnât joking. This feelingâhis cursed energy licking up your sides, pooling off of him. He wasnât reining it in. This wasnât your best friendâ âwouldnât even need your permission. Got a whole place where noooo one else would hear you.â Heâs talking to himselfâat you. You couldnât find the words to respond. âYouâre lucky Iâm so nice.â
Youâre shaking now, feeling his cursed energy press into you from every angle. He was suffocating, and for the first time you felt really felt scared of him. That strength always there but heâd never pointed it at you. This felt like a bad dream, your stomach twisting in knots. You just wanted him to stop.
âNo other man would let his woman leave the house like that. Dolling herself up to meet some other guy. Whoring herself out-â âSatoruâŚplease.â His eyes seemed to finally refocus on you.
Your trembling form, the tears pooling in your eyes. From any other manâs perspective, itâd be the right thing to pull back, and let you breathe. If he were any other man, he mightâve given in and given you that comfort you so desperately craved right then and there.
And if it had been any other situation he would have.
He stood between your legs, your tight black dress bunched up high on your thighs. You were straining for some stability. He could feel your heat through your panties, and it made him feel that much more feral. Tears pooled around your eyes in the most provocative way, your lips twisted up like you were ready to cry. The image of you had been burned into his mind. He remembered how pretty you looked when you cried.
Your form trembling beneath him, gave him back all the control heâd lost when he was back at that table. You couldnât have had any other ideas, coming out tonight looking like that. And to think if he hadnât shown up, youâd still be sitting there across from another man. Having to watch you doll yourself up for anyone but him.
He hadnât thought long about it before. What heâd actually do if you decided to try and find another partner. He was always so sure youâd be there for him. By his side. Heâd always been the best. The strongest. Who wouldnât want Satoru Gojo as a partner? Heâd been waiting for you. Waiting for you to make a move, for you to come to terms with your feelings and give him more to work with. Flirting, in the only way he knew how. And he thought itâd been going pretty well. Considering how you responded to all of his advances.
But now. Now he couldnât stand it. The concept of you leaving the house. The concept of you going on dates. The days leading up to tonight, youâd been going out more. Something he couldnât stand. Youâd gone too far this time. Satoru had already come to terms with all of his feelings. It was about time you did too. But he didnât intend to play nice after what youâd done.
âWhatâs wrong?â He feigned a comforting tone. You began sniffling, trying to keep it together. âYou gonna fuckinâ cry? After stringing me along like that?â
Looking up at him with those eyes. It made him fuckin insane. Your voice was shaky, âI didnâtââ âI know youâre not gonna say you didnât try and play me. You wouldnât be that stupid to think this whole mess was a good idea? That youâd forgotten what I told you before.â
You didnât know what to say, your mind so hazy and frazzled from your oncoming mental breakdown. He wasnât helping it either with his incessant badgering. He was easily overcrowding you, his frame blocking your field of view. Your breathing picked up as you felt your vision closing in. He was everywhere. And all in between.
Youâd wanted to tell him you really had only been going out to see a friend. And you really didnât think it was that far off to assume you and Satoru werenât together. But it was a little silly saying that. To not feel somewhat responsible for this. He was jealous of your friend. Fine. You could work with that. But were you dating? Did he consider what youâd had an actual relationship? You hadnât even talked about it. Really talked about it. You kept repeating to yourself that you could fix this. You struggled to find the breaths and the words to voice your placations.
âI-Iâm sorry.â You whisper, your voice somewhat breathy from panic. âHuuhh~â his voice drawn out, boarding on cruel (in your opinion) âWhatâd you say?â He leaned closer, voice lowering. âyouâre too quiet.â
âIâm sorry, Satoru.â Your voice wobbled, as you tried not to cry. A tear made its way down your cheek despite your best efforts. You still loved him. Despite how much he was scaring you right now. You still loved your best friend. âAww~â his thumb wiped away your tear, âyou think a âsorryâs gonna cut it?â You couldnât stop the trembling now, his actions boarding on unpredictable. He wasnât being the best right now, but when this was over, it would all be ok. Everything would be ok.
Satoru had to think quickly. And his mind was running a mile a second. He had you pinned against himself and the wall, the alleyway hidden from flooded roads.
It was late, and the odds of being interrupted were low. He wouldnât let the moment slip. He had to solidify his place in your life. Had to push past your thoughts of him being friendly or playful. Heâd say anythingâdo anything if it meant no one elseâd have you. And that thought terrified him. He was positive that if another man touched you, heâd rip his throat out. Without batting an eye. Heâd been ready to do so had your âfriendâ given any slight hint of wanting to hook up. He had been so sure heâd scared him away last time, but it seems he hadnât taken the hint.
You watched Satoru carefully, his words sinking in. You still had no idea what he wanted from you. Had he not wanted an apology? Was he teasing you again? âSatoru, I donât knowââ he quickly leaned inâkissing you. His teeth nearly knocking against yours as he further dominated your space. His hand still tangled up in the back of your hair.
He groaned into you, rocking himself closer against your cunt. You were so out of breath, you opened for air, only to have his tongue push through your lips. The feeling of him âall of himâwas enough to make your head spin and your mind go blank. His proximity calmed your nerves in a way that made you feel more antsy than ever before. His hands left your hair, and began to roam. Feeling, clinging to places he hadnât been before. At least not âintentionallyâ.
Giving you a second to breathe, his eyes darted, trailing his hands, his head resting on your shoulder. He was panting like a dog now. Heâd never felt so riled up. It was only when he was with you. Only with you.
Heâd easily found his way under your dress, tugging the fabric up to expose you to the cold night air. âW-wait, pleaseââ Your tugging on his arm did nothing to stop him, as his free hand found its way around your neck. A firm warning to shut up. His other hand, groping at your pillowy thighs, making their way up your side, fingers toying the underside of your bra. He shifted his thigh, pushing it right against your clothed cunt. Youâd let out a breathy moan at this, as he loosed his hold on your neck.
He could see the way you responded to him. You were just as desperate as he was. He could feel you grind your hips against his thigh. The fabric of his pants dampening from the contact, as he released a string of curses. Your nails clawing into his shoulders as he started leaving wet open mouthed kisses against your neck. You felt so fucking good. He could feel himself succumbing to your needy whimpers, placing his clothes cock right where your entrance was hiding. His hips setting a rhythm that left you whining against him. He never wanted this to end.
All those nights spent listening to your sirenâs call through the walls. All of those nights spent listening to your needy whines and whimpers. Begging for someone to come fuck you. Watching you through those cameras. Fucking his fist so hard, til he became his own needy pathetic whimpering mess. So close, yet he wasnât ever able to touch. You were a fucking tease. And he loved every bit of you.
You were panting again. You felt yourself grow wet, your thighs seeking some friction against his leg. You needed to hold onto something. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
âYou wet, baby?â His voice was teasing again, loving the way your pussy seemed to beg for him. Heâd slotted himself fully between you, holding one of your legs up only to grind against your soaked pussy. When you donât respond, his fingers curl around your neck tighter. You nod, breathlessly. âyes, yes, please, feel sâgoodâ youâre fighting to stand, balancing on one leg, but you were sure heâd catch you if you stumbled.
âAh, so honest. Where was this good girl earlier?â He felt his cock strain against his pants, almost painfully. âSo obedient now.â Your eyes glazed, you mind filling with lewd fantasies of him spanking you black and blue for disobeying his word. You werenât a virgin by any means, but you sure as hell werenât ready for this man. âWant me to fuck you here?â
His eyes watched you closely, scanning for any sign that you wanted him to stop. Though he doesnât think heâd stop even if you had wanted him to. Finding nothing but lust clouding your vision, his fingers press in between your legs, edging the spot you needed him the most. He traced circles across your clit, stalling his dry humping. He was tempted just to eat out your pretty pussy there and now, feeling the slick pooling on his fingers. âSatoru,â you let out a breathy whine, bucking your hips.
âThere you go. Look at you. Youâre drenched for me.â You didnât have the head space to be embarrassed now. When his fingers finally found your clit, it was game over. Your fingers dug into his back, desperately holding yourself up. His hand around your thigh offering some support as your knees buckled under you.
âDo you think you deserve to cum tonight?â Your gaze desperately snaps up to his. Your eyes pleading to let you cum. Begging him. Heâs smiling at you, a genuine lazy smile. But his eyes do all the talking. âAnswer me, pretty girl.â
You nod eagerly, feeling your hips push against his fingers again. Heâs circling, slow and steady, painfully slow, never dipping into your dripping hole.
âWhereâd that honesty go?â He narrowed his eyes, tutting. âThink long and hard about what you did tonight. Why you shouldnât have gone out with him.â His words continued to wrap around your haze ridden mind, his pace picking up finally. âwhy you shouldnât make me do unnecessary shit to earn your attention.â His voice nearing hostile now, as he rubbed your clit with damn near precision. âYou think I like seeing you with him? That I like other menâs eyes on this body.â He was relentless in his pace, you felt yourself close, body stilling and mind barely listening, nails biting into him. You tried so hard to listen to him. So hard to be a good girl. So hard not to cum. âYouâre mine. Everything that involves you, involves me. Every part of youâmine. Donât you fuckinâ forget who you belong to.â
The sound of his voice mixed with his fingers slotting against youânot even inside you yetâhad you climaxing hard. Your pussy clenching-pulsating around nothing. Satoru watch you come down from your high, transfixed on your face. On the way your hips pushed into him. The way your cum mixed slick coated his hand and fingers, dripping on his thigh. He was fucking obsessed. His fingers continue slowly circling your clit, maintaining a slow punishing pace. Your body going through shockwaves with each swipe, you desperately wiggle to get away, feeling heavily overstimulated.
âPlease-please stop, âToru, please, pleaseâ your whimpers and pleas going straight to his cock head. He couldnât stop himself from abusing your cunt, wanting nothing more than to watch you squirm in his arms. Heâd be nice.
He brought his fingers to his lips, taking a long digit into his mouth. Something heâd never wanted to do before. He just couldnât help the morbid curiosityâwhat did you taste like? And fuck you tasted amazing. He cleaned his fingers, eyeing you hungrily.
âWho knew youâd be so naughty? Did you even listen to me?â His tone taunting, as if he were scolding a child. He flipped you around, pushing your chest against the wall, practically bending you over. It was uncomfortable to say the least. When you tried to move, he pressed his chest up against your back, leaning over you. Locking you in place. You felt his dick pressed against your ass, his hands on your hips.
âStay still for me, yeah?â He rutted against you, letting out a strained groan.
âSânot fair.â He huffed against your neck, dry fucking you against the wall. Your previous slick trailing down your leg. You needed him inside you. So so so badly. âYou donât play fair.â
His hand finally made its way back to what you sure was a rats nest of hair. Heâd already tangled it up either way. He finally had enough of the teasing, pulling himself free from his pants. He slotted himself between your folds, gathering some least your honeyed goodness before brutally thrusting into you.
Heâd buried himself to the hilt, his hand holding your hip in placeâleaving you no where to go. Youâd wiggled to move away, and at your whimper, he all but growled into your neck, âtake it. Youâll take it til Iâm done. You hear me?â
He pulled himself to the tip before slamming himself into again, repeating the process over and over and over. The position had him hitting your sweet spot each thrust, the quiet whimpers turning into louder moans as his hand found its way to your mouth, fingers thrusting inside, gagging you. âYou forget where we are? Pipe down, pretty girl. Donât wanna get caught, do you?â He left his fingers in your mouth, fucking fiercely into you. Driving into you with a force that left you gasping. Each push pulled you closer to the edge as you felt like you were going toâneeded to cum again.
He felt your cunt clench around his dick, felt it more than you knew. He felt everything tenfold, his infinity working overtime on all of his senses. His cursed energy never dropping. Felt your cunt pulsating around him, heard every wet slap his balls made against your puffy clit. Felt how you clenched up when he spoke to you, and wondered if you were always like that. His skin was set on fireâevery part that touched you, burned.
âShouldnât even be getting off to this, yâknow? Supposed to be my turn.â Each word enunciated by a rough thrust into you, your hushed moans and pants spurring him on. He was convinced you were his everything. You were just so tight and so warm. He wasnât able to hold back when he pumped you full, his seed deep inside. He moaned out your name as he felt your cunt spasming around his dick. Sucking him in, milking his cock dry. His fingers slipping from your lipsâtightly gripping your neck, his other brushing your hip.
He hadnât bothered pulling out. Why would he? It wasnât like heâd planned on letting you leave in the first place.
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I feel like it would be so funny qhen the pogues find out jj already got a new job, and then find out is a job babysitting for kooks. I feel like everyone in the room would be speechless at first and pope would be like "babysit to what, a dog?" "no?? she's three. very cute by the way-and wait, is that even a thing?" "oh, poor kidđ¤Śđżââď¸" and altought they all suport each other, they're all kiiind of insecure reguarding jj's new "awesome" plan, because, well, they don't think jj is actually the most patient and responsible to be around kids. I mean, how did he even got this job? How could someone look at jj and think "wow, he's so good with babies"
but then they would all change their minds on the first time jj brings reader to hang out with them, and they witness JJ turn into a role different version of himself - helping reader do basic things like braiding her hair or eat her veggies, and even nap with her laying on his chest in the couch while the pogues are all staring in... awe and confusion? lmao I would be too
Wait, can I request something with this concept?
I can so imagine them being like "Nah, you gotta be joking." And then JJ pulls out his phone showing all the silly photos he has of you both together, being all smug about it too and the pogues are completely baffled looking at him like: đŚ
They're asking him various questions, like how's the pay? How the hell he managed to get a babysitter job, knowing this boy can't even take care of himself for all we know. How kooks trust JJ freaking maybank with their kid??
The pogues are concerned that their friend is being threatened to say that your parents are actually really nice and pay him well, so well that he doesn't want to bring it up.
Obviously they want proof of that and see it for themselves, so JJ asks your parents if he could take his friends with him next time he babysits before anything else and of course your parents said yes, why wouldn't they? They trust him.
And so the pogues finally meet the reason JJ has been rather busy lately as you come running from your room the second you hear his voice, crashing into his awaiting arms.
"Jayj! Missed you so much." You giggle as JJ stands up with you clinging to him, your legs dangling in the air.
"I was here two days ago." He reminds you with a chuckle and you pout.
"Still missed you!"
Then you notice his friends standing behind him, a smile growing on each of their faces. JJ sets you back down and you go to hide behind his legs, suddenly shy from all the new people as you whisper out a small 'hi'.
Kie and Sarah coo at how adorable you are, just wanting to pinch your cheeks. John B, Pope, and Cleo just give you a small wave, which you of course return.
"You gotta give her some time to warm up, and don't touch her until she says it's okay." JJ warns them, his hand ruffling your hair.
Some time later the others are actually impressed by how attentive JJ is with you, always answering when you ask something no matter how silly it is, playing with you what you want, even getting you to eat the nasty veggies.
Now you all are sprawled on the big sofa in the living room, your favorite movie playing on the tv but you're already napping on JJ's chest as he draws shapes on your back.
"I have to be honest, I really thought you were kidding us with this whole thing but damn JJ you really know what you're doing." John says, watching how gentle the blonde is with you, he's never seen his best friend being this soft with anyone, much less a kook.
JJ shushes him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Princess is getting her beauty sleep, don't you dare disrupt that, bro."
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This is a little idea about the post of @proneterror204 make sure to hit them up for the og post.
Danny was somewhere between bored, tired (which he almost always was) and generally not okay. How his parents had managed to draw the attention of Wayne Enterprise and get invited to a Gala that Bruce Wayne himself was hosting, was beyond him.
Granted he hadn't even known about it until about three days ago. Honestly he should be used to getting utterly blindsided by his parents âCome on, Danny. We are going to drive for the next three days. It's going to be funâ-type of surprises.
They had just left him enough time to lock down the portal, something his dad should have done, grab his suit that Vlad had gifted him. (As much as he dislikes the Froot Loop, Danny wasnât stupid enough to throw out a multi-thousand Dollar suit.) And then they were off.
He managed to sneak in a few texts to Sam and Tucker on the ride. So now he was here, halfway bored out of his head. He had already been talked to multiple times, and each time got mistaken for one of the Wayne kids.
Danny could see it honestly. Blue eyes, Black hair, decent build body and an air of exhaustion that hung around most of them like a cloak. It was probably the reason why they kept coming to him. Thankfully he managed to shake them off rather quickly.
He had finally found a quiet corner where he could lurk and eat some of the finger food that was laid out on the buffet. Going for thirds was tempting as everything was very tasty but sadly not very filling.
âMan, I could go for a burger.â
A snort came from next to him, which nearly startled him. The girl that had been in the corner before was putting a hand over her mouth in clear embarrassment.
âUhm. Hi?â Danny gave an awkward wave, not knowing how he should talk to her. In turn she said a quiet âHelloâ whilst also signing it. Danny of course immediately picked up on it.
âSorry to ask but are youâŚâ he gestured towards his ears, signing himself in case she was deaf. The girl looked at him with surprise before smiling softly. âNo, I don't like talking.â
âAh, perfectly understandable. I do know ASL, one of my friends is almost deaf but she got those fancy implants that let her hear everything.â
In lieu of the answer all he got was an âMhh.â He went quiet after, having no fucking idea what to talk about. Danny quietly wondered what the fuck he could even talk about, the weather? Either rain or fog. The city? Rockbottom in every poll except for crime. Thinking about it gave him an idea.
âSay, who is your favorite Vigilante?â
The question got her attention, making her think for a moment before quietly saying. âLike Wing. Yours?â Danny mused for a second, humming loudly.
âHmm, I think it's Orphan. I mean, have you seen her move? Just pure grace and elegance. I bet she is an immortal Vampire that simply got bored and decided to fight crime.â
He didnât see how she blushed, âNo.â
Danny just scoffed, âAre you kidding me? She moves with far too much elegance and grace to be mortal. Credit to the other bats but they move like mortals. She dances around both rogues and vigilantes!â
She turned away for a moment, trying to hide that she was blushing but it didn't really work. âOrphan. Is. good. What about others?â
âOh, hmm.â Danny looked up whilst tapping a finger against his chin. âWell thereâs Red Hood and Stabby Robin. Both are top tier, which should be a no brainer.â
She tilted her head in thought. âWhy?â
âWell. Stabby robin practices the art of the sword, a forgotten art in modern times. And Red Hood shoots pedophiles! Who doesn't like that?â Danny set his empty plate aside, looking around for a waiter with drinks.
Her answer drew his full attention back to her. âBatman.â
Danny scoffed at the name. âYeah, of course he doesn't like that. I mean have you looked at the costume of the very first Robin? Doesn't take much imagination why he dislikes Hood offing pedos.â
A crackle in her ear drew Cassâs attention away from him. âRed Robin here, Lantern and Superman are moving in to arrest his parents. Can you keep him distracted for a while longer?â
âMmm. You still want burger?â
âHuh? Uh, yeah? Do you know a good place?â The question itself caught him absolutely off guard.
âYes, take me out?â She tilted her head, giving him a cute look. Danny just shrugged, âSure, my parents are going to take hours to explain everything anyway and they keep getting sidetracked whilst doing so. I fully expect to still be here tomorrow. Might as well spend the time with a cute girl.â
She blushed visibly, then stuck out her hand. âCass, we date now.â He grabbed her hand, flushing a bit as well. âIâm Danny.â
âNo, not Danny. You boyfriend.â She hooked her arm with his and pulled him along. Danny quickly went along with it, not saying no to it.
In Cassâs ear Red Robin spoke again. âUh Cass? That wasn't the plan. You don't have to date him. Cass? Please don't make me explain this to B.â A click was heard as another com went to the same line. Batman growled out a simple. âFollow. Them.â before it went off.
Cassandra just put a bit more pep into her step as she pulled her new boyfriend towards her personal favorite Bat burger.
Nightwing clicked his comm on, âFound them. They are in the parking lot at main and fifth street.â
He spent a moment taking a picture of them. It showed them sitting on a concert divider, with Danny pointing up with his left whilst holding a half eaten burger in his right. Cass was sitting next to him,a bunch of fries sticking out of her mouth whilst she was grabbing a bunch more. She is also starring right at the camera. Her look perfectly said âif you ruin this date, i will end youâ.
Batman's voice echoed in his ear, âKeep your eyes on Danny. He might have the same ideology as his parents. Oa and the lanterns are already moving in on the Ghostly Investigation Ward. We might have to take him into custody if things turn bad.â
Dick was just about to answer when Cass abruptly stood up, dranging Danny up and then away.
âHold on, they just started moving again.â Nightwing got up from his perch and followed them quickly.
Tim worked on cutting through the strange rope, âOkay. Just to make sure I got everything right. Danny and Cass went to Batburger and had some takeout, then went for a walk in the park whilst you followed them, right?â
Dick who was trying not to wiggle, nodded. "Yeah."
âThen some weird ass shadow creature jumped you, tied you up and hung you from this tree, right?â
âYou are forgetting the part where I described it as a lady from the eighteen sixties, and the part where she said to leave âthe king of kingsâ in peace. Other than that you got it spot on.â
âYou know, I would make fun of you for that but considering that there is no knot in this rope and its tough as hell I will believe you.â
âGreat. Do we know where they went after I lost them?â
Tim looked him right in the eyes. âSteph found them, and considering how red she was when she came back, it's best to wait until morning.â
Dick opened his mouth to ask why before it clicked in his head. âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â
Danny woke up groggy, his eyes were crusted over and his limbs felt heavy. For a moment he just laid there, then did a full body stretch, stretching from toes to fingertips.
After it he laid there for a moment listening to noises in the room. He could hear cars and their horns. Some shouting down the hall and the shower in the bathroom.
That prompted the memories of last night which caused the âi got laidâ grin. He let out a satisfied noise, before crossing his arms behind his head.
After a moment Danny wondered if Cass would be up to âshareâ the shower only for him to freeze at the sight of the Batman in the room.
âUuuhhh.â
âDaniel James Fenton.â Batman growled out. âYou are hereby placed under investigation by the Justice League for potential violation of interdimensional rights. Your parents have already been arrested and are awaiting their trial. Do you have anything to say to that?â
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suductive AFAB villan x AMAB hero where they end up tied up and when trying to tease the hero the hero breaks free and decides to have their way with the villan
Fair Warning
Warnings: suggestive/ slightly spicy, knife play, mutual pining - yep, they're hot for each other
Hero coughs, spitting on the ground to get rid of the all-too-familiar sickening sweet taste of the chloroform. He runs the tip of his tongue over his busted lip, cursing under his breath as he slowly becomes aware of his body. His hands are chained up over his head, eyes blindfolded.
He swears again, practically growling as the recognition of his enemy's signature moves sinks in.
Villain is going to pay for this. Dearly.
He barely manages to finish the thought when something cold and rather sharp grazes the skin of his collarbone, causing a unpleasant shiver across his shoulders. Next comes a quiet snickering laugh, and Hero almost smiles sneers at the sound.
"You little-" he grumbles, but Villain cuts him off, musing into his ear.
"Uh-uh," the dagger presses into Hero's skin, drawing blood and a sharp inhale through his nose. Villain grins and, upon realising that he cannot, in fact, see her cocky smirk, pulls the blindfold off. "Hello there."
Hero cannot help himself as he rolls his eyes at her theatrics, watching as Villain purses her full delicious lips, feigning offense. "You're not gonna greet me? How rude."
Her dagger trails a tantalizing path along his jawline, earning a groan from the back of his throat and another reaction from farther down his body. One he is increasingly more aware of.
"Stop it," he warns, eyes dark as he takes in their surroundings, calculating an escape route in less than four minutes. Two minutes to free his hands, one to wipe that smug smirk off her pretty face and another to make it out of the window.
"Stop what?" Villain inquires, tilting his chin up with the blade, her lips dangerously close to Hero's skin when she leans in, speaking in a seductive whisper. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Not the word I'd choose," Hero roughs out, his voice hoarse. He bites the inside of his cheek as he tries not to focus on the scent of her hair that floods his nostrils or the growing discomfort in his pants. Maybe kevlar was not the best choice for a costume.
Villain hums, leaning back as her hand drags down his chest, mapping out his muscles through his shirt as she goes. "Mmm, what word would you use then?"
His eyes zero in on her lips until they curve into a smirk, the sight downright sinful. Hero coughs, trying to ignore the images flashing through his mind. Not the time, Hero. Not the time.
"What are you-" His question is cut short when Villain turns the dagger, slicing his shirt open for her eager eyes.
Hero inhales when his smouldering skin comes into contact with the cool air of her lair. Villain ignores his reaction, allowing her free hand to glide over his skin, relishing in the shiver that runs down his spine.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and do me a favour?" She asks, flattening her palm over his stomach before meeting his gaze, too distracted to notice the subtle movement of his fingers against the chain.
"You know the answer is no," Hero mutters, looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He has half a mind to agree and see where exactly she's going to take this but decides against it. For now.
"You haven't even heard it yet," Villain reasons, her bottom lip forming a pout that he's desperate to bite into. She steps forward, standing much closer than safety protocols allow.
"Doesn't matter," Hero shakes his head for good measure, his entire demeanour demonstrating conviction.
"Oh, but it does," Villain argues, her tone playful as her fingers trace the outlines of his abs in their descent down his body.
"No..." Hero warns, unsure if he's responding to her words or actions. Both would be an outright lie, but none of it matters when he finally manages to unhook his chain and avoid her noticing.
"But-" Villain makes one more attempt, but Hero interrupts her with a fair warning.
"Shut it," he snaps, jerking forward in a mock attack. "Before I make you regret drugging me and bringing me here, where no one can help you."
That statement earns a disbelieving chuckle from Villain. "Oh? You think you can?" She teases, narrowing her eyes as she watches his chest rise and fall in ragged breaths.
"Try me," Hero offers her a wolfish grin, tilting his head to the side, the challenge clear in his tone.
Villain licks her lips with an amused grin, leaning closer to him - exactly where he wants her.
"Asshole," she taunts, the tip of her nose brushing his.
"Brat," Hero growls, jerking forward again and smashing his lips to Villain's. Before she can process what's happening, he rips the chains down and apart, and, in mere seconds, it's her arms that are up in the air, wrists chained together in one swift motion.
"Fuck..!" Villain groans, earning a deep chuckle from her nemesis.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do to you," Hero assures her, shrugging his ruined shirt off his shoulders before stepping closer. His hands move to her hips, shifting her to the wall behind her. She meets his gaze, defiant yet clearly flushed. "Got something to say?"
"Yes," Villain nods, gasping when he hoists her up, pinning her against the wall with his body as his hands wrap her legs around his waist.
"What would that be?" Hero murmurs, plucking the dagger out of her fingers and holding her gaze as he uses it to cut her costume open down the front.
Villain glares at him for the payback, attempting an indignant look, but her hiss turns into a stiffled moan when Hero's head dips into the crook of her neck. She bites her lip, exhaling loudly when his hips buck against hers. "This was the favour."
"For me to have my way with you, baby?" Hero chuckles at her admission, his mouth attaching to her burning skin as his hands grip her thighs greedily. "I know."
A/N: Gosh, I've been waiting to write for so long, you don't even know... Thank you so much for reading (all of you) and for the request (whoever you are, I like your mind xD)! It had me typing wildly at 1 am. I hope I understood the requested genders correctly, but if it's wrong, please let me know.
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I was reminded of a tiktok recently
#tf2#heavy#tf2 heavy#medic#tf2 medic#heavymedic#medicheavy#red oktoberfest#scribbling#unfortunately i don't have a link to the video but i humbly present you this#oh look i managed to finally draw something
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WILD WILD WILD
Synopsis. No time like the first time, and his first time with you is enough to drive a man wild wild wild.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, first time fĂşcking you, PĂSSYDRUNK BOYS, BRĂEDING, pĂşssy-slĂĄpping, creampĂes, true form!Sukuna, dp, GOJOâS POWERS, mentions of having kĂds, spĂtting, praise, cĂşmplay, vĂrginĂty loss (Choso), proposals, slight chokĂng, slightly mean Geto, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Hoping you all have a lovely lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Oh baby, baby.
Youâve made it about five absolutely shattered condoms before Toji simply growls and flips you over with such a branding slap! to your cunt - as if it was your fault he hasnât gotten to ravage his pretty girl already.
Running his tongue over that sinful scar on his upper lip, heâs spreading your puffy pussy lips open with a slow swipe of his thick thumb. Mouth just salivating at that easy, languid trickle of your sweet sweet juices glossing down his wrist.Â
âWouldnât have even tried so hah- hard with those goddamn rubbers if I knew what ya were holdinâ out on me, doll.â Toji jeers from above, jostling your dangling legs even tighter around his slender waist. Before planting a drippingly wet smack! smack! smack! of his swollen, reddish tip right on the peak of your sensitive clit. âJust look at how drenched that makes ya.â
âTojiââ your honeyed, dragged-out whine makes him just twitch on top of you. Squirming at the way that has him gushing out a saturated puddle of sweltering hot precum onto your pre-soaked cunt. âWonât you just put it in alre- ah!â
And Tojiâs so fucking mean with the way he inches in just the very curve of his fat tip past your gummy entrance, shutting up those cute complaints on your tongue for the most delicious whine heâs ever heard.
âHeh, there we go. Finally- finally.â he gruffs out, moving over the grip of his long digits around his thickened base to wrap around your splayed-out thighs. Such an awful tease - making you do all the work shuffling down the silken sheets trying to milk his achy shaft. âOhhh yeah- oh my god, there we fuckin- go-â
A particularly harsh clench of your velvety walls makes him throw his head back deliriously. Hoarse, baritone moans wrenching from his chest, âYeah- you were so fuckinâ holding out. Heh, didnât know it could feel so good. Feels like heaven, ma. Think I could fuck this cunt for forever-â He drags a hazy kiss down your lips, âCould fuck a baby into ya-â
âHngh! I-if it-â youâre managing to mewl out, blinking back the big fat tears in your eyes to wrap your limp arms around his neck. â-if it feels so good then why arenât you fucking me properly.â
Another heated smack! has the imprint of all five fingers of his raising on your flesh, and Toji just shoveling the rest of his long, solid inches into your clingy insides. And- shit, heâs so jaw-droppingly massive. No matter how many times youâve seen him, taking him is a whole other feeling.
Fuck. This was heaven.
He grunts, âMight be the first time but yer suckinâ me up so- well.â
Itâs like your poor pussy was gaping around him, being molded along every tiny crevice of his cock. That slight upwards curve was just spearing into the very spongy depths of your cervix head-on, drawing wet, glossy glides across your g-spot.Â
You were finally, finally being fucked by him.Â
And it was maddening.Â
âSay that again, doll?â he quirks his head down at you after a few heaving breaths to try and stop that pathetic cracking of his words. âBecause I think you were hah- s-saying something.â Each word is punctuated by a ruthless thrust, making a sloppy mess of your insides until you could feel the thundering throb of his pumping cock, the sticky thwack of his cum-filled balls on your ass. Toji leans down until his entire body weight was pinning you against the damp mattress, holding you hostage to the way he tugs on your ear lobes with his sharp canines. âOr are ya just too hngh- cockdrunk for it already?â
Smack!Â
As if you could speak.
Jaw dangling open, hulking body hunched over, his big beefy arms cage you in. âAwww, come on now. Answer me. Donât tell me you were ah- begginâ for my cock so badly for weeks nâ wonât even gimme your pretty compliments?â
Youâre barely even able to keep up with his syrupy sweet words, locking your ankles around his waist.
Toji hisses when that slight movement has him jolting even rougher against the bulbous bullseye of your sweet spots. âI-I didnât-â
âI-I-I didnât-â he snickers against your lips, swiveling his hips into slow sultry swirls until his fat girth was dragging his prominent veins along all your sweet spots. Youâre just keening at that, making your back arch up sluttily into Tojiâs muscled chest. âHonestly. If all it took was my ngh- d-dick to make you forget those good girl manners, Iâd have done this- much- sooner-â
Heâs babbling out just as deliriously as you no matter how much heâd like to pretend he isnât. Because oh Toji Fushiguro was no match for your pretty pussy.
No match for the way each of his ramming thrusts had every shred of rationality flying out of his honeyed mind, puffs of breath coming out more feverish. Heavier. Words slurring and jumbling together at every fresh coat of your slippery slick down his raw length.Â
âShit.â His eyes lock on your utterly fucked-out expression, he canât even bring himself to look downwards at how well youâre taking him. âLetâs see how much of a cockdrunk slut ya really are- open that mouth, ma.â
And Toji could almost laugh at how readily your spit-glossed lips sag open for him. Taking it all in one go when he spits out a hot, steady stream of spit right onto your pink taste buds.Â
âYeahh, heheh-â heâs grinning darkly, feeling his tight balls squeeze painfully. Gliding the soft pad of his thumb down that translucent trickle of drool along the corner of your mouth. âNow swallow.â Rock-hard tip mashing against your g-spot in a way that only makes you head his instructions without a second thought.Â
âGood. Now you realize-â His rough hands wrangle your boneless legs on top of his broad shoulders, bending down, down, down into the meanest mating press possible. â-that I was serious about fuckinâ a baby into ya, right?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âMarry m- take it.â
âKen- Kenââ your sultry mewls only grow louder, batting those teary eyes up at where Nanamiâs got you folded into the firmest little mating press heâd allow himself. âI want more.â
Oh, and he thinks he could pass out. He thinks heâs stopped breathing. Nanami thinks with all his bleary head and his achy, furious dick that heâs going to marry you right here, right now on these expensive silken sheets.Â
Heâs leaning in close enough to kiss his forehead against yours, sweat-slicked lips clashing into yours in a way that makes your knees weak. Hushing out, âShhh, sâalright, my love.â And his tone is so sweet that you almost forget the absolutely mean way Nanami was splitting you apart. Your sopping pussy bulging out at the intrusion of his fat, hot girth. âGood girl, takinâ me so well for the first time. Tell me- hah- tell me where.â
And all you can do is dazedly guide his massive hand along your tummy, so warm and comforting. Pressing down where he gets to the lewd little nudge of his thick tip, sheathing in deeper and deeper and-
âH-hereââ youâre mewling, big fat tears streaming down your eyes now. Ones that he wastes absolutely no time licking long, languid stripes to taste. He groans at the salty flavor. âCan feel you right here, Ken. Didnât- hngh- didnât think youâd be in so- deep-â
Those simple words have Nanamiâs body shivering, sucking in a deep, shuddering inhale when his leaky tip just twitches. Convulsing in a jagged little line along the spongy crevice of your sweet spots, he huffs out an exasperated laugh. âWhat did ya expect, darling?â He purrs, tucking his face into the sensitive crook of your neck. âMâgonna be in even deeper soon yâknow-â
And if you thought that he was already rummaging inside you brandingly, he was barely even halfway in yet.Â
âShhh you got this.â Feeding you inch after inch, itâs like it was never-ending. Youâve never been stretched out to this extent ever before, having your cunt all gaping and spread wide open for him. Nanami didnât even have to crane his head to eye down at you glistening hole, winking up at him sluttily. Just filling you to the brim, the very tip of his drooling cock shoves against your g-spot in an addicted little kiss. Each collision has you slamming further and further up the bed, struggling. Because while Nanami Kento acted the part of a gentleman - his achy dick sure didnât.
You hips jerk so prettily when he runs a calloused thumb over the very peak of your neglected clit. âYou alright, my love? Need-â
âMore!â you cut him off with such a cute whine. And it makes his cock act in a way heâd be almost embarrassed about, puncturing deeply into your plushy walls. Leaving a harsh sting of the very divot on his thick tip along your cervix. But it still wasnât enough. âPlease- Wanâ more more more- faster, Ken.â
By now, Nanami knew he was going to marry you.Â
Oh, how he was going to fuck you exactly like this on your wedding night. And every night after that and after that and-
âFuck, I love you-â he sputters out, stealing a few lingering kisses on your needy lips. Depraved. Filthy. Bruising with just how fast he was pistoning into you. âLove you love you- gonna marry you, yâknow?â His eyes roll to the back of his head, head throwing backwards when you clench. âGonna buy us a house, make yâmy pretty wife- ah- fuck fuck fuck-â
Whateverâs left of Nanamiâs rationality knows how ridiculous he sounds - the first taste of his pretty wife- well, future wifeâs pussy and heâs already babbling about marriage. Fuck.Â
But you only kiss him back as drunkenly as ever, hungry. Bucking your hips up in a wild way for more. âMhm- wanâ you to- ah- fuckââ Drool drips down the corner of your mouth, and your eyes are drooping such after every smashing kiss against your g-spot. Itâs all you can do to whimper, âMâso close ah- think mâsoââ
âMe too-â he grits out, jaw clenching. âMe too me too- hah-â
The raspy baritone of his voice shakes with the incessant smack! smack! smack! of his painfully heavy, cum-filled balls against your skin. Riotous and relentless. Only accompanied by your sweet ah! ah! ah! and those slurping noises from below.Â
âCum inside me, Ken-â you moan, voice shaking into a whine. âDonâ want you to waste a drop, p-please cum inside-â
âThen take it-â he gasps out. Heâs clinging onto you so tight, so deep. Fingers moving before his useless mind when his thumb grows steadily sloppier on your clit. Tight circles patterning into a rapid M-A-R-R-Y-M-E-M-A-R-R-Y-M-E-M-A- âTake it like my ah! good lilâ wife.â
And you donât know whoâs cumming first, but it only takes a few more throbbing strokes before Nanami just fills you to the brim with all his warmth. It seeps out of you - thick, velvety ropes of his potent seed that canât stop spewing from his furious, weepy tip. So red and jolting with each of your constricting squeezes.Â
You gasp, waves of your own high crashing into you over and over with every piston of his hips. And leftovers of Nanamiâs cum gushes out of you with each buck of your needy ips.
âO-oh my god-â youâre whimpering, dragging your nails down his flexingly broad back. Babbling away cockdrunkenly, âHow am I so- full ah-â
Nanami heaves out ragged sighs, pulling out his twitchy tip ever-so-slightly to let his cum form a glossy sheen of milky white between your legs. And heâs so gone, so utterly fucked-out when he swipes his thumb across that creamy puddle. Bringing it up to plug it into your slack-jawed mouth, âThink I s-skipped a few steps into making you a pretty momma before I made you my pretty wife, darling.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - KEEP UP!
âIs that-â Geto hisses, gritting his teeth ferociously, and itâs all he can do to not just throw his head back pussydrunkenly. To all but grip your trembly thighs in two of his rough hands, peering up at you through long, dark lashes. âIs that all you got, gorgeous?â
The only response he gets are your hips grinding down in sticky swivels to smack against his toned ones. Getoâs thighs come up behind you to just squeeze your glissading body, gyrating up even deeper.Â
âW-wellââ you whine at his mean smirk, your hands greedily dancing upwards to smooth and knead all over his pale, sculpted skin. â-youâre not doinâ any ah- better-â
Fuck, was that the understatement of the year.
It was only the first time Geto was sinking into your sweet, sweet pussy and heâs already so fucked-out. So hungry for more with the way his hips just up ravenously, heady scent making your head spin. Making his head spin - the only thing on his mind right now being why the fuck didnât he fuck this pretty cunt of yours sooner?
âHeh, thought you said you werenât all that affected, Sugu?â youâre giggling smugly, which only makes his rosy lips slack open. Wet, gurgling moans being wrenched out with each snap of his hips. Itâs only then that you realize - he didnât even mean to say that out loud. âWait- Youâre not serious, are you?â
âShut up.â
That vice-like hold on the plush of your hips turns bruising, Getoâs entire body just wracking with a violent shudder until heâs sitting upwards. Hauling you along with him to be splayed out all prettily on his lap, mashing his lips in a simpering kiss.Â
âShut up shut up shut-â he spits against your glossy pout. The only thing he can do is thrust, letting his mouth foam with each rut into your sopping wet walls. Growing harder and harder with each jiggle of your ass against his tightly thwacking balls. âShut up nâ just let hah- let this cunt speak for herself, mâkay?â
His words catch you by surprise, and the relentless squelch! squelch! squelch! of your slobbering cunt rings in your ears.
You lean down to kiss the very tips of Getoâs reddening ears, âSo mean.âÂ
At your pouty huff, he bullies in two of his fingers into your drunkenly slacking mouth. Forcing you to suck. To shut up. âSo mouthy.â he spits. âSo soââ
Geto trails off with a guttural groan, big beefy arms wrapping around your convulsing body until he has you pinned to him like some perfect cocksleeve. Heâs whining, âOh, I canât- I canât I-â
And before you know it, heâs pulling out all at once, leaving you whimpering at the hasty drag of his thick cock down your clingy walls. Missing him already.Â
âI canât- I need to-â Snap! Getoâs rock-hard dick only engorges even bigger when he tugs on the thin rubber condom covering it, the slap of cool hair mixed with your syrupy sweet juices driving him wild. Rubbing his angrily raw length along your drenched slit, âPlease- let me. I need to feel ya for real, please, gorgeous.â
âYes.â you mewl. âYes yes yes-â
Heâs purposefully leaning backwards on the mattress to shove every inch of himself into your deepest, most sensitive depths. Rummaging his weepy erection inside you until heâs kissing wetly against your sweet spots. And even through his slender fingers hitting at the back of your throat, your whimpers get louder. Pitching up higher. More slutty.
âHah- ya scream even with my fingers hah- inside your pretty mouth.â His nose breathes a slow, delicate trail down your thundering pulse. âAnd you say Iâm the one fucked-out with jusâ one t-taste.â
He stutters. Geto Suguru stutters.Â
The one always so sharp with his tongue, and quick with his words canât stop his voice from cracking. From bearing you with the full brunt of his pussydrunken gaze, and immediately Geto bites down on his lower lip. Pathetically trying to stop any more of his pretty noises from reaching your ears.
âHngh- Sugu-â you manage to mumble out around his digits. Dragging up one of your hands to pull roughly on his long, inky hair. âSo mean.â
âYouâre the hah- m-mean one, my girl.â Getoâs next words come out absolutely ruined. Disheveled strands falling all around your face and sticking to both of your sweat-sheened bodies. His dark brows scrunch together, mouth dry like heâs starved. âSo mean- taunting me with such a-a perfect pussy. Holding it-â Those dripping wet fingers inside your mouth make their slow, sloppy trail down to toy with your puffed-up clit. Rolling over gently, and back again. â-back from me for so- hah- so fuckinâ long. Yâknow how fuckinâ long Iâve wanted to fuck you like this-â His kiss is messy - salty, it hits you each each juttering slam that heâs tearing up. â-Oh, if you knew youâd be scared.â
Heâs sounding desperate. Ruined.Â
Each and every one of his sultry swipes into your g-spot making his head throw back, abs clenching with every blissful shiver. You were so hot. So soft. And Geto fucking cursed the days he spent not fucking you right then and there from the moment he first saw you.
âY-you said that-â your greedy hips push downwards against his saturatedly cum-filled balls. Sparks of pleasure making something so hot coil at the very bottom of your stomach. â-out loud again. Sugu- ah-â
âAnd?âÂ
With a smugly smacking kiss against your lips, heâs plowing on, âCan feel how ah- badly ya wanâ me to fill you up. How wet how wet it hngh- gets you to see me s-so ruined like this-â Cold rings of his fingers swirling coolingly inside your mouth - deep. â-my little sadist.â
You moan uproariously, which only makes him chuckle. Low, and hoarse. Dangerous. âAnd you best believe that when I cum-â Patting your bulging cunt, â-mâgonna have another taste.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Too sweetâŚ
âO-ohââ
Choso canât even bring himself to be embarrassed at the pathetic way his deep voice cracks, the way his pretty pink lips fall into a lewd oh! Eyes rolling to the back of his head, thighs shivering after each shuddering little hump.Â
You let out a drunken giggle, feeling the sloshing of his sopping wet precum splatter all along your inner thighs. âSomething wrong, Cho?â
âNo!â your dear boyfriend is gasping, dewy eyes just wrenching open in a panic. Long, jittery limbs so fearful of losing even an ounce of that hot drag of your puffed-up pussy lips against his swollen tip. âNo no no-â His strong arms come around your body, pinning you against where he had you on all fours. âPlease donât take this heavenly pussy a-away from me, baby.â
The words are so hastily spat out, like it hurt to even say them.
Youâre whirling your head over your shoulders, glassy eyes spying down at that ragged rouge blush all over Chosoâs face, that pussydrunk trail of drool down his lips, the way his achy cock hung so angry and heavy between his legs. Between yours.Â
So pretty.Â
âWell then, Cho.â His bruised lips just wobble at your sweet, sweet nickname. âWhy arenât ya putting it in already, then?â
âB-because-â his breath comes out in a hot puff against the back of your neck, and Choso takes the languid time to leave such a wet stream of kisses up your arched back. âBecause mâworried sânot gonna be all you want, my baby.â
And he sounded so desperate. So needy, holding himself back.Â
A deft hand of yours tangles its way into his dark hair, pulling until your pretty boyfriend just keens. Dragging the sweltering hot tip of his swollen cock along your dripping wet slit. It mixes your honeyed juices together with an obscene squelch!Â
You steady yourself to just push - ever-so-slightly - down the plush mattress to take a mere inch of him.Â
And oh that turns him into such a babbling mess, moans hitching in his rumbling chest. Gasping and stuttering out sultry curses while Choso grabs his hands onto the curve of your waist. Hips reeling - forwards.
It only takes a mere moment before Choso slouches over, pinning you into him until you couldnât move your filthy hips anymore. But the damage was already done.Â
And before you know it, heâs cumming - before he knows it, heâs cumming. Plugging in your tight hole with just his fat tip, heâs sobbing out thick, potent ribbon after ribbon of cum into your overstuffed pussy. So much of his slippery slick seed, hitting your spongy cervix, knocking on your womb. The sheer volume of it that sticks all around his cock in a creamy ring.
âWait- oh-â he whimpers, voice shot. There was just something about the way your soaked, gummy walls were closing in on him, trying to just suck something delicious out of him that made it unable to stop himself. âWait- I canât oh-â
Muscled thighs spreading out even farther on the plush bed, he gives absolutely no warning before just pounding into you ruthlessly. No rhythm or reason at all. Just reveling in the way your slobbering cunt molds all around him, that jiggling smack! of your ass as he fucks you from behind.
âIs thisâŚâ he breathes out unsteadily, chest heaving. Hiking up one of his legs to drive his fat tip against the very bottom of your pussy even deeper. To drill across in thorough, wet glides of splashing cum. In wonderment, âSo is this what you f-feel like, y baby- hngh! Is this ah- what- what sex feels like?â
Heâs so sloppy, and heâs not even trying to be. Having that glossy puddle of cum spread wider and wider underneath your fervently ramming bodies.
âMhmmmââ youâre batting your lashes at him.Â
Choso mashes his lips into yours, groaning out with each sharp hit of his hip bones against the curve of your ass. Whining, âDoes- does it feel as good for you?â The hefty swell of his balls grind up greedily into your pussy, getting messier and wetter with every cascade of your juices down his eager length. His long fingers dip down to rub the very tip of your clit. Languidly. âT-tell me, baby.â
And just one swipe of his trembly thumb against your sensitive nub is all it takes for you to just clench, to throw your head back and arch into him even more sluttily.Â
âHngh! Feels so good, Cho-â you mewl, big fat tears of stimulation welling up behind your eyelids. âK-keep going-âÂ
âOh.â he sucks in a shaky breath. And you feel the rotund curve of his cock expand even girthier, stretching out the already-taut channel of your pussy. Roughly, Chosoâs grabbing a handful of your ass, kneading. And if you didnât know any better youâd have said his moans were almost pained. âWait donât squeeze me like that- fuck fuck fuck- feels too good donât-â
And when have you ever listened to your poor boyfriend?
It only takes a long, hard clamp around his heated cock before Choso sees stars behind his eyes again, throat run raw with moans of your name. And then heâs cumming - again. At least, whatever sense is left in him thinks heâs cumming.
âBaby, youâre- youâre so mean-â Choso lolls out his tongue deliriously, sucking on your own. Steady tears of his splash onto your skin with each sticky leftover dredge cum shooting out, and youâre left taking each of Chosoâs jackhammering thrusts. Leaving you whimpering, being held back to paint your entrance even messier. Until heâs shooting out blanks. âSâonly mâfirst time nâ already so mean.â He swipes a hand over your now-bloated tummy, coating his fingers all over with the absolute sin oozing out of you.
Seconds later, those syrupy fingers bully between your lips. And in a hoarse, husky whisper Choso continues, âYou hafta t-take responsibility, yâknow?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Twin b*tches, twin b*tches
âBoth.â
âBrat-â
âBoth.â
And while the infamous King of Curses can do nothing but stare down at you with one of his dangerously quirked eyebrows, you take it upon your stubborn self to bite down on Sukunaâs lower lip. Tugging, âDid I stutt- hngh!â
Whatever bratty sentence on the tip of your tongue is being fully overtaken by such one of the most cockdrunken moans that Sukuna has ever heard. Forcing from your syrupy lips as soon as heâs ramming his angry cockhead upwards into your melty insides.Â
âHeh, I think ya did stutter.â heâs leering down at you, feeding your drooling cunt with inch after hefty inch of his cock. âFirst time actually takinâ my cock and you want both? Ya wanna die, woman?â
âN-noââ youâre whining out. âI j-just want all of you-â
In milliseconds, heâs flipping the two of you over - having you thoroughly and deliriously straddled on one of his swollen cocks. You feel Sukunaâs other erection stacked behind twitch at the curve of your ass, gushing out such voluminous amounts of steaming hot precum seeping into your skin. Skin that absolutely thrills when he plants a harsh smack!Â
âDonâ say things outta ya slutty pussy, lilâ human.â he growls. Shutting you up with pound after pound, engorged shaft stretching every nook and cranny of your gummy cunt open. âSâgonna end up with me havinâ ta take care of your cockdrunk self and you-â You squeal when one of his four large hands wrap snugly around your throat, hauling you to his snarling lips. â-very, very pregnant with my heir.â
If that was meant to be a threat, Sukuna already knows that it didnât work.
Because it only made your dripping pussy more drenched, more swelteringly tight around his girth.
âOhhh ya liked that, didnât ya?â he grins such a feral grin that shows off those sharp canines. And Sukunaâs taking his lazy, blissful time thumbing your bulging pussy open. âMight jusâ be the first to ever want to take both, greedy lilâ thing.â
âK-unaââ you push up your ass against his other matchingly rock-hard cock. âDonât care. Just wanâ you so bad.âÂ
âAww, jealous are ya?â Throat hoarse, chest heaving now, the bulbous tip of his other cock kisses insistently and wetly at your puckering cunt. He laughs, âHeh- No need, brat. Because- here-â
In true Sukuna fashion, he barely even gives you any warning before just hammering up with both cocks into the very bottom of your heated pussy with a pressurized thrust. Twin heads twinging so harshly that they knock against each other, nudging against your g-spot twice.Â
He knew what you wanted.
And you were finally getting it.
âOh.â Sukunaâs red, devilish eyes roll to the back of his head at the way your dripping wet walls were so welcoming. Rubbing up against himself with each shuddering thrust, heâs gripping your chin with another hand, pressing wet kiss after kiss. âOh you realize that- that mâgonna be filling this cute cunt up hah- twice as much now, hm? Sânot too much for yer t-tight pussy the first time takinâ your king?â
He sounded almostâŚconcerned. BenevolentÂ
And all you can do is nod, taking the sloppy staccato of both cocks spearheading you like no other. Feeling stuffed so full, it was like he was knocking up into your lungs.Â
âLungs, huh?â heâs tittering, and it barely even registers that youâre speaking out loud. âDidnât think youâd be this cockdrunk.â He babbles away, feet planting flat on the mattress to fuck up even impossibly deeper. âGonna give ya my heir- two heirs. Hah-â
Just the very thought of it has you stumbling through the very filthiest of bounces on Sukunaâs cock, pathetically trying to meet his feral pace.Â
âCâmon now, look at me.â he spits out, leaving harsh bites down your lips, your jaw, your neck. Anywhere and everywhere he could reach without stopping that incessant mashing up against your g-spot with his thickening, throbbing cocks. Youâre forced to peer into his greedy gaze. âLook at while I breed you- yeahhââ
âMâso close- Kuna-â youâre mewling, lolling your bleary head down on Sukunaâs push pecs. âMâgonna- hngh- cum-â
For this, youâre rewarded with another stinging smack! onto your ass, before Sukuna easily grabs a handful to drag your drooling cunt up and down his length. âHeh, what a brat. Begged for both my- hah- cocks nâ youâre gonna cum already?â Fucking into you so hard now that you were sure heâd left two matchingly circular bruises on your cervix. âWhatever, cum for me then- but-â His cocks hit the back of your g-spot, making you painfully light-headed, â-ya better give me twins after this, my queen.â
And when you cum, oh it was like you couldnât stop. Not with Sukuna still dragging you through your high, achy cocks so hard it was like they were about to burst.Â
Smoothing against your sweetest spots once, twice before he himself cums from one of his lengths such a throaty moan of your name. And for each white-hot jolt of pleasure, Sukuna was painting you all white inside.Â
âSh-shit-â you whine, pulling him into the messiest types of kisses that you knew he loved. âMâso full- so- so full-â
Not enough, apparently.
Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that his second, equally as filthy cock was streaming out thick spurts of cum. Staggeringly steamy hot inside you, those sticky sloshes reach your very womb, just slamming up into you mind-numbingly so that Sukuna can be sure it reaches each of your buried depths.
âWould ya look at that.â Sukuna whispers, reverant, almost. Sounding for all the world like heâs so utterly fucked. You follow his line of sight to the creamy sheen of seed drooling from between your thighs, glossy puddle forming underneath you two.Â
Still-hard cocks jutting up into you without warning. Hard.âOne more. I wanâ both of âem to cum at the same time.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 360°
âItâll be just hah- just the tip.â Gojo puffs out hotly against your ear, powerful hips jittering up in a way that made him feel like such an animal. Rubbing his leaky tip rawly between your swollen folds, âPromise- promise ah-â
Your dazed, blinking eyes stare right up at the absolutely ruined strongest. His cerulean eyes all watery and drooping shut with every tentative swipe up those puffed-up pussy lips of ours. And your head throws back with each pretty peck of Gojoâs rotund head against your clit. Sticky. Depraved. Oozing with precum and the lust to fuck into your cute cunt exactly the way heâs been dreaming of for so long.Â
âWhat are best friends for, r-right?â he whines against your neck, snickering delightedly at the way your squirming hips buck up mindlessly into his. No matter how much you tried to huff and puff your way into pretending that you donât want it as much as heâs dying for just a taste right now.
âToruâŚâ you start, in a scolding tone that already makes him twitch. Entire body jolting with excitement, and you feel his heavy balls rested against your thighs squeeze almost-painfully. âWe stopped being just âbest friendsâ about twenty make-outs ago.â
And Gojo only rubs his head along your skin like some overgrown cat, sighing out. âExactly.â
Biting your lip, you can only watch when he shoves apart your thighs even wider roughly. That thick, red tip positioned precariously between your lips weeping and weeping angrily.
Youâre rolling your eyes, âToru just fuck me-â
And then heâs sinking in - pushing past that first ring of resistance, stretching out your elastic cunt so mind-numbingly wide. You can feel him thrust in sticky, filthy little pushes and pulls of his hips - but you canât see it, no.
Because just a single inch sunken inside your hot cunt was enough to drive Gojo mad. Eyes blowing wide, breath being just heaved in, and the last thing you caught was the briefest little flicker of blue lightning in his eyes before those seductive bedroom lights just burst.
It wasnât going to be just the tip - and both of you knew it.
âHah- Woah.â Gojoâs mouth felt dry, heart thundering when he blindly grips your body with a bruising hold. He sounded almost angry, âI didnât know it could feel so fuckinâ good.â Voice higher pitched and unstable, he winces when it cracks ever-so-slightly at the end. âHahaha- ohhh fuck, sweetheart. Remind me why we didnât hngh! do this sooner?â
Oh, the intensity of it was too much.Â
Six eyes was rushing at him in full force, and Gojo just hiccups being able to see that outline of his swollen cock enter and split your pussy open. He couldnât stop. The way that fat, rounded curve was jostling and invading your insides, having your walls melting pliantly around him so good- âTakinâ me so well, especially for the first time. Greedy girl.â
âOh- oh my god-â youâre chanting, and you feel his cock thicken with each whimper. Blood rushing forwards to mold your walls even wider after each one, gushing out wet honeyed wet precum that sticks to you like a second skin.Â
âJusâ Toru sâfine.â he titters, sinking his sharp canines into the side of your neck. It was like a claim. A little message, because after that Gojo was well into rummaging all around you gripping walls. âThough- I donât mind if ya call me âbabyâ or-â Smoothing his rosy lips over in a kiss against your forehead, â-your âhusbandâ.â
You smack his sculpted chest, with only half as much strength youâd put into it than usual. âGettinâ s-so ahead of yourself- hah.â
This makes him glide a greedy thumb along the outer edges of your bulging cunt, your pre-soaked slit- all the way up, up, up to where he could see himself knocking up against your g-spot.Â
âOh, my girl.â he whimpers into your mouth. Those electric sparks of purple and blue lighting up that drunken look in his eyes, the way his abs flex and contort with each ravaging push fucking you into the bed. âWith a pussy this sweet mânever lettinâ ya go.â
One of his greedy thumbs come up to nudge at that curving head of his cock, head throwing back deliriously at the lewd little massage.Â
Youâre just whimpering tearily when his other long, slender fingers dance upwards to tease your sensitive clit, soft pads of his digits unapologetically pinching it. Hard.Â
âWait- are you-â you gasping, sitting up on your two elbows at the sudden jolts of electricity. That tiny humming vibration of jujutsu that sparks all the way from your pre-soaked clit - from those big hands toying with it. It makes you just gush, airy and light-headed when youâre coating him in all your saturated juices.
He was fucking you like he was out of control - just long, animalistic drags of his fat cock down your plushy walls. Massaging himself on each and every one of those gooey crevices at your insides, you were so goddamn addictive. And Gojo was hypnotized.
But he wants more. He needs more.
âShit- shit shit shit-â Gojo already sounded so utterly wrecked, body bowed on top of yours. His face was unabashed - feral, looking at you like he wanted to positively devour you. âHope yâknow I can u-use Six Eyes to tell whether this pretty pussyâs gonna ah- take- to my seed, pretty girl. Whether yer gonna- ah be bred properly like you should be.â Heâs nuzzling at your neck, âSo get ready for a mess-â
Cutting himself off with a moan, another sloppy stroke that meshes messily with your g-spot. Gojo grins oh he grins, and youâre suddenly reminded why so many fear him. Why heâs the strongest. In the bleary distance, you think you hear another light just explode. Whispering raggedly, âBecause I intend to use it.â
A/N. I feel like every time I write for Sukuna I just HAVE to make a reference to that song.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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i could not tell you what this is. i wrote it all in one sitting. enjoy or whatever
It starts with the graffiti.
Scribbled in thick, permanent marker across the boys' gym lockers.
STEVE HARRINGTON FUCKS EDDIE MUNSON
The custodian tries half-heartedly to scrub it off, but he only manages to get about a letter and a half off the locker before his shift is over. It's back up by the next day anyway.
Half the school is walking on tiptoes around Steve, waiting for him to blow up and demand a manhunt for the culprit.
The other half is snickering and laughing as he walks by in the halls.
Steve doesn't give two shits. He holds his head up high and walks onwards, ignoring the laughs and the kissy noises. He needs to graduate. He needs to not get eaten by a terrifying monster from an alternate reality. More pressing things happen to Steve Harrington than grade school graffiti.
Until he turns the corner and sees Eddie Munson glaring furiously at his closed locker.
He doesn't speak to him. Even if the graffiti isn't a big deal, there's no need to add any fuel to the fire.
Eddie finally steps forward and wrenches open his locker door. The crowd milling in the halls begins to laugh.
Papers spill out, dozens of them, cascading over the floor and burying Eddie's shoes. One slides all the way to Steve's feet.
He looks down automatically.
There's an atrocious drawing of two stick figures bent over each other. The one on the bottom has two lines of curly hair, while the one on the top has a singular swooping line of graphite.
Great.
Steve swiftly scoops it up and crumples it in his fist, shoving it in his pocket. He'll toss it out later.
As he hustles past Eddie, steadfastly not looking in his direction, he thinks he hears Eddie mutter, "Every class period."
Steve turns a corner, and the train wreck that is Eddie's locker is gone.
He slides into his seat, knowing the band girls who sit in the back corner of the classroom are whispering about him, but finding he couldn't care less.
The teacher starts class.
He reaches into his pocket and slides the crumpled paper between his fingers, over and over.
Steve raises his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
The teacher nods and waves him away, and Steve scrambles out the door, rounding the corner.
Eddie's still there, kneeling by his locker, trying to scoop up papers.
Steve kneels next to him. "Hey."
Eddie jumps like an alley cat that's been spooked. Steve could swear his hair starts bristling, puffing up.
"Your majesty," Eddie finally says, glaring back at the pile of paper like Steve'll disappear if he doesn't look at him. "To what do I owe the pleasure."
It's not really a question.
Steve answers it anyway. "Came to help," he says simply, picking up a piece of paper that has EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON written on it in bold letters, surrounded by stupid little hearts. "After all, my name's on half this stuff."
"How kind," Eddie said. "Keeping me distracted while your buddies key my van or something?"
Steve reels back. "Huh?"
"I'm not dumb, Harrington," Eddie says, crumpling up another sheet of paper. Steve can barely catch EDDIE HARRINGTON on it before it's balled in Eddie's fist. "I get this is a prank or whatever. I just can't understand why you'd involve yourself with me. The King and the Freak."
"'Cause I'm not the King anymore." Steve says, standing to drag a nearby garbage can closer. It's already half-full of papers. "You sure don't listen to gossip, Munson. Billy beat my ass and I lost every friend I had. So. I think it's a prank on both of us."
"Oh."
Eddie, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, shuts the fuck up. Steve had seen people lose their meals to his impassioned school cafeteria rants, but it only takes Steve Harrington to shut Munson's infamous mouth.
Wait, that sounds wrong.
They keep cleaning in silence - relatively. Steve starts balling up the papers and tossing them at the trash can, unable to stop himself from hissing out a yes! if he makes the throw.
"Impressive," Eddie says dryly. "Can you do this?" He raises one hand in the air like he's about to take a pledge, and in the other he folds and rolls a slip of paper until it's shaped like a joint.
Steve chuckles. "Nope." He takes the fake joint, and it comes undone in his palm, revealing the same crude stick figure couple from earlier.
Right.
Steve had forgotten what they were doing here.
Evidently, Eddie had too. He looks down at the drawing, then snatches the paper from Steve, tossing it in the trash, two spots of pink high on his cheeks.
He scoops the last of the papers into his arms, dumping them in the trash can. "You can go back to class," he tells Steve, settling down with his back against the locker.
"What are you doing?" Steve says, slightly caught off-guard by the dismissal.
"Seeing if those pricks will try to do it again." Eddie says, folding his knees up to his chest. "They do it all the time. I think there's a jungle's worth of trees just being used to make shit for my locker."
"You're just gonna guard it?" Steve asks.
"Sure," Eddie says, picking at a piece of lint on his shirt. "What else have I got to do?"
Steve plops himself down next to Eddie. "I'll guard with you," he says stubbornly.
"Seriously?" Eddie asks, like Steve's particularly slow. Steve's gotten that tone of voice a lot in his life.
"Yeah." Steve says. He parrots, "What else have I got to do?"
"You're just gonna fuel the rumors, dude." Eddie says. "My name's mud around here. You know that damn well."
"Sure," Steve shrugs. "But it hasn't been half-bad hanging out with you, and I don't care what these jackasses think of me anymore. Bigger things to worry about."
They settle into a comfortable silence, watching the students pass by, their whispered comments and curious glances bouncing off the duo. Eddie taps his fingers rhythmically on the ground, humming a tune Steve doesn't recognize but finds oddly comforting.
He reaches into his pocket to feel the small paper, then tugs it out. Is it dumb that a stupid drawing is making him think about himself this much?
"Hey, Eddie," Steve starts, hesitating. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," Eddie says idly.
"How do you... I mean, when did you know you were gay?" Steve asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Eddie's expression turns to one of suspicion, but he answers anyway. "I guess I always knew, deep down. But I really figured it out in middle school." He looks at Steve out of the corner of his eye. "Why?"
Steve bites his lip, considering his next words carefully. "I think I might be... different too. I mean, I've only ever dated girls, but lately, I don't know. I feel... something."
Something means he worried for weeks when Billy beat the shit out of him because suddenly all these feelings were tugging at his brain. Feelings for people like Eddie Munson.
Eddie's eyes widen slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. (What? Steve's not looking at his lips. Huh?) "Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High, might not be straight? Now that's some gossip I'd actually pay attention to."
"Shut up," Steve mutters, but he's smiling too. "I'm serious."
"Well..." Eddie trails off. "We can try it out?"
Steve's heart skips a beat. "Huh?"
"We can try it out." Eddie repeats. "But, uh," he leans close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Steve's ear. "Just so you know, I prefer to be the one on top."
Weeks later, the school is overtaken by a new kind of graffiti. Papers plastered to every surface, a spiky handwriting (usually used to write setlists and D&D character sheets) adorning each and every one of them.
EDDIE MUNSON FUCKS STEVE HARRINGTON
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#slightly suggestive#steddie fic#steddie fanfiction#stranger things#don't ask i don't know. fucking enjoy#also i normally don't give tumblr fics titles but like. i did not want this to show up in my notes as 'steve harrington fucks eddie munson'#so everybody talks it is
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SLOWLY LOVING YOU â SUGURU GETO.
ŕŞââ´ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesnât know how to slow down.
ŕŞââ´ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.
ŕŞââ´ word count: 4,2k
ŕŞââ´ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!
âYaga says thereâs a newcomer,â Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white hairedâs head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.
âHey!â He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.
âSwallow your food.â Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasnât really sure how to feel about it. Itâs not that he wasnât good with new people (he wasnât), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise theyâd just get in the way of everything andâouf, this was too negative.
Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.
âI wonder if itâs guy or a girl,â Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.
âIt wonât really change much, I just hope theyâre good at what they do,â
âOh Suguruuu,â Gojo whines at his friendâs negativity, pushing him but not too hard. âDonât be such a kill joy, Iâm pretty sure that theyâre good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldnât look so excited.â
âWhy are you the one telling me to be nice?â The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didnât have ketchup on it.
âYou rubbed off on me,â Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.
âDonât.â Suguru presses, but itâs too late to stop his friendâs funny joke.
âThatâs a little fruityââ
âFinish your food.â
When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, theyâre pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you werenât that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.
Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.
âHey, think thatâs the new girl?â
âI mean, it looks like it,â Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.
âYou finally decided to show up,â Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.
âThe mission took us way too long,â itâs Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguruâs lips.
âYeah, but we managed to get it done with. Thatâs all what matters,â if it wasnât for Satoruâs love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldnât bother. But itâs fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.
You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.
Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.
Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.
âYou can laugh, they wonât be offended.â You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.
âYou can introduce yourself,â oh, heâs talking to me. Youâre suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.
âHello, my name is (name) and Iâmââ
âThatâs boring!â The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, thatâs offensive. Before you could even glare at him, heâs approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.
âShow us your technique, thatâs a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,â your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.
âOh, okay then,â
Suguruâs eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.
Suddenly, the air feels a little differentâwhy is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasnât imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.
You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your techniqueâa little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.
âWhat theââ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curseâthe clone knew about his technique?
Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundingsâand that was the beauty of your technique.
Everyone looks amused by Suguruâs confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyoneâs spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.
âThat was rather impressive, wasnât it?â Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.
Maybe itâs because I looked like a bitch.
He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldnât quite decipherâwere you getting shy?
His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.
âSorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.â
Oh, not anymore.
âThat to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.â Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like thisâwith so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didnât care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.
Geto couldnât shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeksâyou were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.
âWhat do you say, Suguru?â He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didnât he?
âSorry, I zoned out.â It wasnât entirely a lie, but he wasnât going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didnât like this, he didnât like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.
âI said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?â Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. Youâre almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorableâoh fuck, no.
âYeah, we will.â
He was officially and totally fucked.
--
Itâs been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamicâor worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.
While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.
And then there was Geto.
Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.
He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.
Things werenât exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they werenât that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.
âWas gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.â Youâre almost shocked that heâs even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.
âAre you sure? He does like sweets,â you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.
âWell, you ate it immediately. Seems like you donât care.â
âWell, he did piss me off too today,â youâre grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.
âWas it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean heâs not entirely wrongââ
âStooop,â you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.
Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojoâs sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.
How come Suguruâs was so accurate on day one!
Do you have something to share with the class?
It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.
âI just need more practice,â you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.
âHm?â
âYou donât hate me, right?â He couldâve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it wouldâve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.
âHate you?â
âIâm aware that hate is a big wordâitâs a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.â Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didnât necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didnât resent him for mysterious reasons.
âI donât hate you,â you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. âUh, just nervous.â
Now, why did I say that? Itâs one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but itâs another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.
âNervous?â At first, heâs scared that the word has a bitter taste to itâbut it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.
It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.
âYou are kind of intimidating,â the small smile painting your lips eases Suguruâs nerves despite having another word describe him. But heâs heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.
But he didnât want to have this kind of effect on you. You didnât need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcererâhe wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.
Slowly that is.
âIf Iâm intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?â Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.
âYes.â You donât hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.
âWow, you didnât even hesitate.â Wow, I made him laugh.
âBut he is scary! I mean, heâs very nice⌠but I donât think Iâd wanna piss him off like Gojo does,â you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.
âSatoru pisses off everyone, so youâre safe.â
Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasnât that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you werenât complaining. Â
--
Over the last few months, youâve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.
But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.
Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru mightâve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldnât get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.
The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.
Sitting across from each other, you couldnât help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.
The guyâs just trying to sleep
Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for youâhow could you not fall for him?
But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.
âWeâre there,â you were so lost in your thought, that you didnât feel the train stop. Only Suguruâs hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.
âOh sorry,â you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.
âDid you manage to get some sleep?â He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.
âNot really, I wasnât that tired.â
âOh but you will be after the mission, thatâs always how it is.â He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.
âThank god heâs not here to drool on my hair,â you say with a hint of annoyance, but itâs harmless.
âOh, you never know,â the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.
You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smellâgod, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.
âGod, it smells horrible.â
âThen weâre at the right place.â Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.
âI have a horrible feeling about this,â you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.
âIt was an orphanage.â Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.
The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.
âDo you feel it?â
âYeah, I do.â Whatever took over this place was huge. It didnât necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.
Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at youâand fast.
Itâs too fast for its size!
Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.
âGo hide, Iâll take care of it.â You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you donât want that.
You donât want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasnât why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguruâs cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.
âYouâre gonna get killed if you donât move!â
âShut up!â The mist slowly morphs into something elseâsomething Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining andâhe was hallucinating.
And so was the curse. The technique mightâve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. Itâs messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what youâve just done.
I killed a huge curse on my own!
What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.
The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.
--
Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.
He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to moveâhe was filled with all kinds of emotions.
And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.
Youâre sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.
âYaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didnât worry youââ
âWhat you did was reckless.â Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.
âI know,â you donât apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.
âAnd I was very mad,â
âI know.â
Itâs silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.
âBut thatâs only because you scared me to death,â he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.
âYou have no idea how terrifying that was.â Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.
âI donât want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,â he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.
âThat was really cool,â your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.
âYou think Iâm cool?â your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks heâs never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.
âThe coolest.â
Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.
The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.
âSuguââ
âShhh, you look cute when youâre flustered.â
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Lover's Quarrel
Pairing: Dark (aged-up) Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader
âśÂ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female Reader
SUMMARY:Â You get away from Bakugoâs toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end.
WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
I just realized today is his birthday, so here it is :) hope you guys like this.
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â...you better damn pick up my calls, (Y/N). Iâm losing my patience here so you better get that fucking attitude out of your system or Iâll do it for you. Swear to god Iâm gonna drag your stupid ass back home if you donât come to your damn senses and if you fucking think that-â
You press a button, closing the voicemail with a sigh. Throwing your phone to the bedâs edge, you turn your back to it, curling yourself into a ball.Â
Your mind is an unstable whirlwind of thoughts and worries and a solitary tear rolls down your face. Itâs not fair.
None of this is fair.
You pull the blankets over you, but even their warmth isn't enough to calm the cold that scatters through your body.Â
A sob breaks your composure and you hastily push your face into the pillow, smothering down the ugly sobs and whines that break out.Â
It takes a long time until your eyes are finally dry and you have no more tears to weep.
But even afterwards, as you finally fall asleep, the heavy feeling still weighs on your heart.
Ding.Â
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.Â
Your friend looks at you and youâre quick to mute the notifications that pop up, eyes catching sight of the messages that Bakugo is spamming you before you black the screen.Â
âI know Iâve asked before, but is everything really okay?â she asks, ignoring the movie on display in favor of looking at you, a concerned wrinkle settling between her brows.
âYou seem⌠so distracted ever since you came. Is it about Bakugo?âÂ
You shift on the couch, uncomfortable.Â
âItâs nothing.â you hesitantly tell her, measuring your words carefully. None of your friends know about the depth of Bakugoâs dark side and youâd rather not involve them.
Even though youâre almost sure that she suspects something is up, especially with the unannounced way you dropped by unannounced a couple of days ago, asking if you could stay a few days.Â
âYou can tell me, you know that, right? Iâm not gonna judge or whatever.âÂ
You nod, giving her a small smile but no words come out of you despite the hefty weight on your mind. You donât want to burden her with your problems.Â
âI know, donât worry. Weâre just giving it some time. Loverâs quarrel and all.â you try to joke even though there's no humor in your smile.
"I see, okay." your friend draws a small smile, hesitating for a moment before letting it be.Â
Work drags far too slowly.Â
Boring paperwork to be filled, a few documents that need reviewing.
Nothing that actually manages to successfully distract you away from your current problems. If anything, it leaves you with far too much time for your mind to wander through your situation.
A definitive break-up is more complicated than what it seems as youâre aware that Bakugo wonât peacefully accept that.Â
Just the idea of having to deal with an even angrier Katsuki has you cowering further into your chair and you distract yourself by opening your work email, digging into the emails that need to be answered.Â
Youâll think about Bakugo later.Â
âLaterâ arrives much earlier than what you expect.
When the clock hits 6 p.m you reluctantly turn off the computer, gathering your jacket and your purse.Â
When you check your phone out of habit, the lack of messages surprises you. Strange.
Maybe Bakugo is finally catching the hints that you want to be left alone? You sure hope so.
You couldnât be more wrong about it and you almost jump when your co-worker shrieks in delight, nudging your arm as you retrieve your car keys from the purse.Â
âOh god, heâs so cute, damn. Seems like someone was eager to see you.âÂ
Your heart drops at the sight of the blonde man that leans against your car, crimson eyes fixed on you.
âYouâre so lucky. My boyfriend never comes to pick me up.â she whines before finally saying a distracted goodbye, throwing adoration filled glances at Bakugo when she walks away.Â
For a moment, you consider leaving your car in the open parking-lot. You could take the bus to your friendâs apartment. It would be no big deal, only half an hour before reaching her place.Â
But the impassive expression on your boyfriendâs face warns you not to ignore him and you donât doubt Bakugoâs ability to cause a overly explosive scene right in front of your workplace.Â
Your legs walk on their own towards him and he straightens up, pushing himself off the hood as he walks to you, meeting you half-way, far too close for your comfort.
Heâs wearing civilian clothes, you notice. They make his firm muscles bulge from beneath the thin material, the veins in his arms popping out with his hands hidden in the pantâs pockets, as always. Â
âWhat do you want?âÂ
âCan we talk?â he asks.
âTalk then.âÂ
Irritation seeps into Bakugoâs face. Heâs never had much patience.Â
âWe can talk in your car. The keys.âÂ
Despite his stretched hand, you donât deposit the keys in his palm. Itâs your car. Itâs your life. You have to fight for it.Â
âY/n.â
You take a step back, shaking your head.Â
âIf you wanna talk, then we can talk here. Out in the open.âÂ
The corner of his mouth twitches with ire, and it compels you to take another tiny step away from him.Â
âWill you stop fucking stepping away from me?â his voice booms loudly through the empty parking lot, eliciting a wince from you. âQuit acting like Iâm gonna beat you to a bloody pulp or somethinâ. Iâm just trying to take you back home, you idiot.âÂ
âBut Iâm not going back.â
âYou are.â
You clench your teeth, hoping it would help ease out the incoming flow of angry tears that threatens to spill at any moment now.Â
âI said. Iâm not going back.âÂ
Bakugo ignores your words, losing his patience upon your refusal.Â
âLike hell you arenât. Iâve had enough of this stupid attitude of yours.â
His hand latches to your wrist, holding it in a bruising grip, tight enough for you to feel the bones in your hands being painfully compressed together.Â
âAh, Katsuki, youâre hurting me!â you cry out, attempting to release his grip by using your free hand.
But your fingers are far too weak to pull him away and he groans when your nails scratch him. It makes him grip your hand harder and you sob, body limpless following forward when Bakugo tugs you in his direction.Â
You bump into his hard chest, head sharply pulled back with his callous hand enveloping the back of your neck, his large palm easily covering all of it.
The tall hero doesnât even bother looking around, unafraid of the possibility of someone walking by. Bakugoâs never been one to be overzealous, much less now that the position on Pro Hero Number 2 belongs to him.Â
âYouâve had your fun these past days. But itâs over now, yâhear me?â the tips of his fingers dig into your neck, and youâre barely able to hold his threatening gaze, already knowing that youâre not coming out on top of this.
âYouâre coming back home with me. No fuckin' fuss, no complaining, and thatâs final. Like hell Iâm gonna let you get away from me, so you better start fixing that attitude.â Â
He squeezes your neck, looking at you with deadly eyes.Â
âYou hear me? Brat.âÂ
He keeps his hand on the back of your neck when guiding you to your own car, unceremoniously pushing you to the passengerâs seat before claiming the steering wheel for himself.Â
A few tears escape from your eyes and you turn your face to the window, ignoring the sharp looks Bakugo throws your way.
You hug yourself, all of your hope dissolving at the realization that youâre never truly gonna be free from him.Â
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#WRIOTHESLEY â Have I told you how good you look? wc: 0.4 fluff, kisses, potentially suggestive but idk up to you, Wrio being so in love ! â Can't have you thinking that I'm anything less than head over heels for you.
Itâs Nov 23 for me so!! Happy birthday Wriothesley <3 Thanks for being the sole reason I unarchived the blog before, and for being the reason i kept playing genshin đŠˇ
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
Wriothesley kisses you like a man starved, with his hands in your hair and his body against yours, pressing you into the plush of the bedâ as if he can't get enough of you.
"Wrioâ" You try with a giggle when you manage to get a breath, only for him to pounce on you once more, drinking the very breath from your lungs and savoring in the taste of your kiss. "Wrio!"
Finally, finally, he draws away just a hair. It's barely any distance, really. He's still close enough that his breath tickles your lashes, and the smoldering heat in his eyes is plain as day.
When he speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the beginnings of a blush mar his cheeks. "Yes, sweetheart?" Wriothesley asks, and oh, those two words travel through you, making you shake.
The hold this man has on youâ to make you react in such a way to just his voice. Unfair, really.
"What's gotten into you?" Your voice is breathless. Your lips a kiss-swollen smile and your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath. When Wriothesley takes too long to respond, enamored and enraptured and utterly besotted, you sneak a hand up to cup his cheek. Immediately, he melts into your touch.
"Just thought you look really good today. Have I told you how good you look?"
You roll your eyes. "You have. Probably a whole hundred times by now."
A wide, boyish grin graces his face and his eyes light up like stars when they look at you. "Just a hundred? Damn, I should really step up my game. Can't have anyone thinking I don't appreciate the amazing, show-stopping, breathtaking love of myâ"
You push at his chest, blowing a raspberry, and cringing bad at how fucking corny this dweeb is. You can't believe that this lovesick sap is the guy you fell in love with (but at the same time, you can't imagine falling for anyone else.)
"Shut up, oh my goodness. You're awful! Just... go back to kissing me again or something."
And Wriothesley laughs, rich and quick, but it still has your heart stuttering. His face comes close, nose brushing yours and his eyes trained on the curve of your lips. His lips pull up in a satisfied smile.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
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just for the weekend áŻáĄŁđŠ.á - franco colapinto
summary: your teammate has an absolutely ridiculous plan to bring your team back from the dead - but it might be just crazy enough to work w/c: 5.5k + some smau style tweets warnings: a little angst, some uncomfortable touching/kissing since it's fake dating (not too bad but better safe than sorry), some miscommunication - just two idiots in love i fear
a/n: WOW it's finally here, fake dating is literally a guilty pleasure trope for me so i hope yall enjoy this HAHA - also sorry to Williams fans bc there's a lot of slander in this but trust its all for the plot <333 (also holy shit this is the longest fic I've ever written WOW)
"You're actually insane."
"Oh c'mon, at least think about it for a minute, it's perfect!"
You fold your arms over your chest and try your best to look uninterested in whatever it is your teammate has to say. The two of you had been racing together for a little over half a year now, and you had witnessed him make (at least in your opinion) a grand fool of himself. Flirting with interviewers, winking at cameras, having absolutely no filter during press conferences - but this, this was by far the craziest thing you had heard come out of his mouth.
"A fake relationship?"
"Ah ah ah," he tuts, jutting a finger in your face, "a media relationship, one that will draw the attention away from how crap we're doing and onto the personalities of the team. Think about it, McLaren has whatever Oscar and Lando have got going on and Ferrari basically has two models for drivers. We need something to put us on the map, to make people care about us!"
You pause, and for a minute you seriously consider his outrageous proposition - he isn't completely wrong. For the two of you, making it into the points range was a rare occurrence, and even though the team always made sure to celebrate it like a podium there was something that stung about constantly being at the bottom.
"Do you realise how much trouble we could get into?"
"Ah," he sighs, and it's starting to annoy you how lightly he's talking about this, "ever the pragmatist."
"Well one of us has to be if the other's going to keep saying stupid shit," you huff before turning around and beelining out of his driver's room.
Seriously, a fake relationship? Had he lost his mind? Maybe if he focused more on his racing you wouldn't be constantly outperforming him.
"At least think about it, okay?" You hear him call out from behind you, and consider yourself lucky to be facing the other way so that he doesn't catch your obnoxious eye roll. Surely he had to be kidding because there was no way you were going to devote any amount of time to this ridiculous thought.
God fucking damnit.
It was frustratingly confusing, the kind of power Franco had. You had witnessed it first hand with how smoothly he spoke to anyone and managed to get his way almost instantly - but this was your first time experiencing it first-hand. It was another weekend, another country, another race, but the only thing you could think of was his stupid consideration - which, with each passing moment, seemed increasingly genius.
You had almost a year of experience with the team over your teammate, and with that, your fair share of embarrassment and disappointment. Sure, his idea was a little out there but you were close to being at your wits end and if nothing else, you hoped this would at least be a little fun. Plus you were pretty sure at this point if you didn't act on this thought soon, it would start interfering with your performance.
"Fine," you said a little breathlessly as you burst into his driver's room ahead of a race.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, looking at you with a shocked look, "whatever happened to knocking? I could've been naked in here!"
You roll your eyes before continuing, "You still up to the ..." You pause, thinking of how best to word it, "Fake relationship thing?"
His eyes light up immediately, "Ah, I knew you'd come around eventually."
Letting out a soft huff, just to let him know that you still aren't fully convinced this will work, you sit down on his couch. "I think we should lay down some ground rules first."
"Yes ma'am." He nods, straightening up and forcing a serious expression you can only assume is mocking yours.
"Firstly, no kissing."
"Understood."
"Actually no public affection at all, holding hands, hugging, nothing."
"Oh sure and how exactly are we going to convince people then?"
You pause, thinking for a little, "Okay maybe hand-holding and hugs are fine, but you better not push it - that goes for the pet names as well." He nods with a satisfied smile.
"And no one other than us two can know this is fake, alright? Otherwise, it'll spoil the plan."
"Trust me, I don't need anyone knowing I'm going along with something as ridiculous as this. It'll be our little secret."
"Our little secret," he repeats with a hum, a sly sort of smile spreading across his face as he gets up from his spot. "See you after the race, my love."
You sighed in exasperation, tossing your phone to the side of the couch in your driver's room where it fell with a light thud. You had about a thousand other things to be worrying about - your pretty disappointing result in qualifying for one - but for some reason, the main thing on your mind was your 'relationship' with Franco. Somehow, it had proved even more intense than you had expected, which planted a seed of worry in your mind as you realised how hard this was actually going to be to pull off. Since his not-so-subtle announcement to a hoard of hungry press members at last week's race, the media had managed up a flurry about the two of you.
There were supportive fans who liked you both enough not to see any problem with two teammates dating, as well as others who were more sceptical about how it might impact your performance. However, what really seemed to get to you were those who doubted you more than the relationship.
Your social media had been bombarded with comments and theories about the reason behind your relationship, doubting your place on the grid, and calling you names that - after shedding the status of 'first girl rookie', you thought you had left behind. Regardless, you feel a little stupid for being so unprepared for all this - not just the tweets but the harsh articles, the questions during press interviews and even shouting fans. Maybe if you had done a little more thinking about it first, you would've realised this was a stupid idea that should've been left at just that.
Throwing your head back you let out an exasperated sigh, trying to clear your head so that you could move on and focus on the race that was happening tomorrow. The last thing you wanted was for this plan to start impacting your driving. But Franco always seemed to have the worst timing - or best, depending on who you asked.
"Hello?" A couple quick knocks alert you of his presence before he cracks the door just wide enough to peek in. "There's my beautiful girlfriend." The way the pet names and affection seem to come to him so easily makes you simultaneously impressed and concerned, unsure of whether it's an indication of his great acting or flirting skills.
"What do you want?" You try to make it as obvious as you can that you're not in the mood, and he realises this right away.
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were free after this."
"You know I'm not really a huge fan of the big team dinners, especially not when we have a race tomorrow."
"Oh it's not like that, I was just going to go check out a restaurant near our hotel and wondered if you wanted to join me."
When you finally speak it's just above a whisper, "Is this a part of the fake dating thing?"
He laughs softly, his ability to find everything entertaining has always amazed you. "If you want to, it can be. If that gives you a reason to come hang out with me, though if you don't it's totally fine."
"No, I'll come, not like I've got anything better to do." You hate how every word you've said so far has sounded so pathetic.
"Great, I'll meet you by the paddock entry in ten?"
"See you then."
The street lights were dim, just bright enough to illuminate the street the two of you were walking down. The night was cool and still, and there were barely any people out other than you. You weren't sure why, but you had ended up telling Franco a lot more than you had expected. Maybe it was the extremely fancy restaurant you had initially gone to or the local one the two of you agreed to ditch it for instead, or maybe it was just the freeing feeling of being in another country.
The two of you had talked before, of course - as teammates it was difficult to avoid. But beyond the casual small talk, discussions about strategies or banter during challenges your relationship never extended beyond casual co-existence. It was one of the reasons you were glad your higher-ups had never tried to force the two of you into a professional friendship. There was something about Franco, his ability to strike up a conversation and maintain it even when the topic clearly strayed far beyond his interests, that made him so likeable, so easy to get along with. And the support he got from fans and the media reflected this well. You just never felt like there was any room for you in that equation.
But here, away from the cameras and shedding the roles of drivers, the two of you became normal people. You spoke, you laughed, you vented to him everything that worried you about your 'relationship' and he listened throughout all of it - all the while the two of you shared the biggest, best, pizza you had ever had.
"I have to say, I don't know if our engineers will appreciate the extra weight I've just put on," he jokes, breaking the comfortable silence that had been lingering around you two as you walked.
"Me neither, they might have to roll me into the car at this rate."
"You know, I think this is the first time the two of us have hung out, just us two."
You think for a little before answering, "You're right."
"Do you think there's a reason for that?"
"You mean besides us both being extremely busy people and already seeing each other pretty often? Not really, no."
"Good point, though with our little plan, we're definitely going to be seeing each other a lot more."
There's a beat of silence. "This is nice though, right?" He asks, and his voice is so tentative you almost find it endearing.
"It is nice, this was fun." You try not to think too much about the fact the two of you could be mistaken by any passer-by as a couple of lovebirds on a first date - or that fact that even to those who knew you, you were.
"I appreciate you telling me all that stuff, you know, about what people are saying about you."
"Oh, if anything I should be thanking you for listening to me vent about it."
"It is serious though, I'm so stupid for not even thinking about what you'd have to deal with."
"Well I don't think either of us gave it enough thought but," you pause and look up at him, "we're too far in to back out now."
He shoots you a comforting smile, one that shows how reassured he feels that you seem to finally be coming around to his idea. That is, at least, before his face morphs into one of discomfort.
"God, I'm so full."
"We're almost back at the hotel now, let's just sleep and then we can wake up early tomorrow morning to-"
"Wait, is that ice cream?" Franco interrupts you to point out a street vendor who's about to pack up for the night, and before you know it he's running up to the man eagerly. You can only follow suit with a sigh, knowing full well you wouldn't mind some dessert either.
"You two are lucky, you'll be my last customers for the night," the moustachioed owner of the cart says with a warm smile.
"Thanks," you reply kindly, before turning to Franco, "what flavour do you think you'll get."
"Hm, not sure, maybe chocolate?"
"Wow, boring."
He scoffs, "Oh yeah? And what exotic flavour are you going to get then?"
"Mint choc," you smile, but your face drops once you see your teammate's disgusted expression.
"You've got to be kidding me, that's like the worst choice."
You feign offence, "How dare you insult the best ice cream flavour of all time?"
"Ah, you two are quite the couple," the man laughs and you watch as Franco's eyes widen in embarrassment.
"Oh we're not-"
"Thank you," it's your turn to interrupt him, turning to the man with a smile. "One chocolate and one mint choc chip please."
You go to reach for your wallet to pay but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you.
"No, it's okay, I got this."
"Wh- Franco c'mon you know full well both of us could afford about a thousand of these ice cream cones don't be ridiculous."
"I know," he smiles and even though he's trying to be serious you know he's also trying not to laugh, "but I just figured you know, I'm the one who dragged you out here and like, got you into this whole fake dating mess."
You furrow your brows, a little confused at what exactly he's getting at.
"I guess I just want to say thank you, you know?"
"Alright, alright," you laugh softly, watching as he pays and takes both of the cones, handing you yours. Once you grab yours, you instinctively loop your arm around his, pulling him close and resting your head against his shoulder. The ice cream man laughs endearingly at the two of you.
"You're the best boyfriend ever!" you say in as high and cute a voice you can manage, cringing a little but determined to keep up the bit - you don't even bother to think about how fast you can feel Franco's heart race when you do.
Last night was really nice. You're sitting next to your race engineer, nodding along as she points to various multi-coloured dots and lines on the screen. You hear yourself agreeing with a couple quick "mhms", "of course" and "yep"s even though you can barely hear what she's saying. You're mere minutes away from getting in your car for a race, getting briefed on your strategy, and the only thing you can think of is the 'date' you had with Franco last night - if you can even call it that.
You had thought that getting everything off your chest, the hate comments, the doubt you had, would help you feel better and relieve any worries you had. And it did, at least until you got back to your hotel room alone and caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing your teammate again the next day. How, even as you washed up and got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking - pizza, ice cream, walking at night together, isn't that something a real couple would do?
"Are you listening to me?" your race engineer's voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts, causing you to straighten up immediately.
"Yes! Sorry," you mumble, but just at that moment, you see him walk into the garage, greeting a couple of the mechanics warmly. Before you realise it, he's beelining straight for you, his arm coming around your waist as he leans in close to your ear.
"There's a ton of cameras, I just wanted to be believable," he whispers, and when he pulls back you can see the smile on his face. You nod curtly, fully aware of how red your face feels over such a small interaction as he waltzes away.
"Okay, so as I was saying," your race engineer pipes up again, though you couldn't be paying her less of your attention - watching as your 'boyfriend' walks off, his brown hair illuminating in the afternoon light. For a fake relationship, the quickening pace of your heart felt far too real.
"Well you two have been teammates since the beginning of this year, can you tell us a little about when you realised you might be more?"
Your struggle was never-ending - or at least, that's what it felt like, finding yourself at the centre of an impromptu interview with Franco. Around you, the other drivers were getting questions about their place in their teams, how they felt about their current strategy and about their racing futures. And there the two of you were, getting thrown question after question about your 'relationship'.
"Well," you begin, before being saved by your teammate. You had to give it to him - he was great at making stuff up on the spot.
"Well, I think it was somewhere around a month after I first joined the team, and met her. It was just something about her, she's sort of electric in this almost untouchable way, you know?"
You try not to look too awkward standing next to him as he talks, feigning your best-interested smile - though a part of you is extremely intrigued by this fake story he's creating.
"At first I thought I just wanted to be like her, her passion and talent were just so respectable, but the more time I spent with her the more I realised it was something completely different."
He turns to look at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your expression falters a little as you're caught off guard by the sudden contact and as you turn away from the journalists and towards him, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of his pursed lips nearing yours. Before you realise it, his lips are against yours and you're pulling away as quickly as possible, face bright red. You're just barely aware of the thousands of flashing camera lights as you turn to quickly excuse yourself.
"Thank you all for coming, it was nice talking to you but, uhm, I have to go!" You hurriedly blurt out before slipping out of Franco's grip and darting off to your driver's room.
You hear his footsteps following closely behind you, as well as the sound of him calling out your name. When you near the door of your room, you turn around and grab his wrist to yank him in before you shut the door.
"What the hell was that?" is all you can muster out, "I thought we agreed no kissing?"
"Look, I can explain!"
You cross your arms with a huff, looking at him expectedly.
"I was just going to peck you quickly on the cheek, you know because we were getting all romantic and I wanted it to be believable! B-but then you turned, and then we," he's struggling not to ramble and his quickly moving hands do little to help. That's when you also realise his face is bright red as well, and he doesn't seem any less flustered by it than you do. "I'm really, really sorry I really shouldn't have done that."
You'd be lying if you said his explanation didn't make you feel any better. You're not actually upset about the kiss itself though, in fact, it's the opposite - actually, the grudge you're holding is doing little to help the internal struggle going on in your head. The kiss didn't make you angry, but the realisation that you wanted it to be real, did.
You sigh, rubbing your temples as you slump down in the nearest chair. Franco does the same on the adjacent couch, though his gaze stays carefully on you, almost afraid of what you might say next.
"It's fine, I think we just need to coordinate our PDA a little better then."
"Yes, of course," he nods quickly.
There's a beat of silence. "You're really good at acting though."
"What?"
"That whole story you made up about how you fell in love with me, it was really believable." You laugh lightheartedly trying to lighten the situation and alleviate the awkwardness that's settled between you two.
"Well it's pretty easy, I didn't need to make up much of it," his eyes catch yours and his gaze is soft when he smiles at you.
"What?" you're confused.
"Never mind," he scoffs lightly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost disappointed at something, though you can't realise what. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. I really am sorry about what happened before." You watch as he pushes himself up from the couch, his head hanging guiltily - looking almost like a scolded puppy.
"It's fine Franco, really, please don't feel too bad about it." He nods thankfully before slipping out the door, leaving you alone.
Being a driver, hotel rooms had come to be a companion you knew far too familiarly. Their high ceilings, plush sterile white bedsheets, the empty bathroom - almost everything about them felt a sign of loneliness, of temporality, a house that never felt like home. Even though you knew how ridiculous it would be to complain about something that others would see as a privilege, it was hard to deny the isolation you felt whenever in a new country, away from most of your family or friends.
Maybe that's why you had been so eager to latch onto Franco's idea - it made sense, he had become the person you spent the most time with so why not give yourself some ridiculous reason to be around him even more? However somewhere along the way you stopped needing the reason of fake dating, somewhere in between hushed conversations, planned posts and candid photos - and instead found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. It was a little strange and sometimes acted as a sour reminder of how lonely you'd become but more than anything it felt like a blessing in disguise.
You were reminded of this fact as you lay, wrapped in a plush white hotel robe, across your messy bedsheets - laughing to yourself at the tweets your boyfriend had sent you. They were all about you, or the two of you, of course. Comments on the tiniest things, the way the two of you looked at each other, the way Franco held your hand, the way you worried about him.
"I feel a little bad, they're all so gullible," you typed quickly.
"Oh, so now you feel bad?" His response was almost instant.
"Don't you?"
"It's fun, isn't it? All this playing pretend."
Right, pretend. You rolled onto your back with a deep sigh, staring up at the tall hotel ceiling. All of this was just so confusing - as if figuring out how you felt about someone wasn't difficult enough, the two of you had complicated it by tricking the entire world into thinking you were in love. Whether you truly liked him or not, the idea was doomed for failure - and the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like the former.
"You're right," you typed back, watching intently as the three tiny dots appeared, disappeared then reappeared. What could he be saying that would need so much thinking?
"Can we talk tomorrow, after the race?"
You felt your stomach drop, had he finally caught on to how obvious you were being about how you truly felt, and decided that actually it might be better to just drop this whole act and go on as just teammates? With trembling hands, you typed back.
"Sure, what about?"
"I'll tell you then, for now, we should sleep."
"Goodnight Franco."
"Goodnight mi amor." You laughed softly to yourself at the nickname he had given you, though a small part of you took it as salt to the wound - almost as if he was dangling the possibility of something that could never happen right in front of your desperate little face.
However, not like you had a choice - all you could do now was get ready for bed and brace yourself for whatever tomorrow brought.
You couldn't believe it. The sounds of celebration erupted around you, but you sat completely still in your car, silent, attempting to process what had just happened. Your first win, and, your first double podium, with Franco. Your head was spinning as the never-ending stream of thoughts raced through your mind. Suddenly, you heard a voice coming from above your car's halo, muffled by your helmet. You flick the visor up, lifting your head as highly as you could - locking eyes with your teammate.
"We did it! Oh my god!" The excitement on his face is enough to send a slight surge of energy through you as he offers you his hand, helping you out of the car. When you do though, you stumble a little - the nerves are almost too much for you.
"Woah, you alright?" Even through the fog clouding your mind you can make out the concern in Franco's voice and feel his arms steadying you.
"Yeah, just-" you mumble, gesturing to your helmet and making weak attempts to undo the clasps underneath it. It's almost suffocating you, and the chaos going on around you isn't helping the pounding headache.
"Oh, let me," he reacts immediately, dropping his own helmet and bringing his hands below your chin to swiftly undo the clasps and pull the helmet off of you. You take a deep breath of air as you pull off your fireproof mask, though it sounds more like a desperate gasp.
Around you, the crowds roar with excitement, both your team and others as they make attempts to gesture at the two of you to join them. Your head spins though, and you wobble backwards into Franco.
"It's too loud," is all you can stutter out, though he understands you almost immediately, a strong hand gripping your wrist and pulling you away from the noise and somewhere quieter. You're not entirely sure where he's taking you but at that moment you feel as though you'd follow him just about anywhere.
Luckily though, when your eyes refocus you're in his driver's room, and even though outside you can hear the cheers continuing, you're offered some solace here, the walls muffling the sound. You sigh, sinking into his couch as you throw your head back, panting still.
You feel like it's all just too much - not just the physicality of the race, but the feeling of winning it, winning it with Franco, just Franco himself. When you finally manage to catch your breath you lift your head to see him standing over you, watching intently.
"Better?"
"Much better, thank you." You smile earnestly, "Though I don't think we'll be able to hide in here much longer, there is a cooldown room for this exact reason."
"Oh, I mentioned it to someone, not sure who but he looked important, and he said it would be okay."
You laugh softly, amazed at how he can seem so calm even at a moment like this.
"We did it," you say, still not being able to believe it.
"We did," he smiles, sitting on the couch next to you, "a couples podium."
You feel your heart skip a beat at the sudden reminder of your conversation last night, him mentioning he had something to tell you. Was this it? The two of you had achieved what you had been wanting this entire time, and there was no better time to let this ridiculous bit go than now.
You stare at the wall of his room, the gigantic flag of his home country, and let out a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to break the silence. "So..."
He turns to you, one eyebrow raised in interest.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" You're trying your best to keep your voice lighthearted, "it sounded serious."
"Oh, well about that," he seems to have forgotten it temporarily as well, but the fact that he turns to look at the flag as well, almost unable to maintain eye contact with you, isn't a good sign.
Maybe it's the adrenaline from the race, maybe it's the fact that both of you are going to be needed out on the podium in about ten minutes - or maybe it's the fact that you're so desperate to get out these feelings and make him understand how you feel, but you start talking before you even realise it.
"Look, Franco, I," you start, not entirely sure of where you're going to end up, "I know you asked me to do this whole fake dating thing with you and I completely understand if you want to end it now, I mean why wouldn't we? It's perfect!"
He looks at you confused, lips parted as if about to interrupt you but you continue anyway, stupidly.
"But, look, here's the thing," you turn to him now, and you're sure your face is bright red, "I don't want this to end!"
You let out a deep sigh, and clutch your hands together to stop them from shaking, though it doesn't help that Franco looks even more confused now.
"What?" he says, and your heart drops.
"I," you pause, struggling to find the right words, and struggling to get them out, "I think I like you, like, for real." Okay, not exactly the best choice of words but it'll do.
"Like, not for the whole fake relationship thing?" his tone is still concerned and he leans in a little for clarification.
"Yes! Okay, I know it's not exactly what we thought would happen and it'll probably jeopardise our relationship as teammates but there, I like you okay."
"When did you realise?"
"A couple days ago, I'm sorry."
There's a beat of silence, and you're left with the agonising feeling of your heart racing in your chest, waiting eagerly for his response - for him to laugh in your face, for him to get mad, for him to reject you.
But instead, you watch as Franco's confused expression melts into one of pure relief as he sinks back into the couch with a sigh. "Oh, thank God."
It's your turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he says, eyes fixed on the ceiling with the widest smile you've ever seen.
"Wait you mean you-"
"I win!"
You're absolutely speechless, not a single coherent thought on what is going on or how to respond. All you can get out is a confused sort of grunt.
"I win, I've liked you for longer!" he laughs, sitting up and grabbing your hands in his.
You feel as though your jaw is going to dislocate at how fast it drops, "I'm sorry?"
"Oh c'mon, we've been teammates for a year I know you're not that oblivious."
"Well, apparently I am because I'm really confused."
"I've liked you since the moment I met you, you idiot."
"Wh-" You're about to be offended at the name-calling until what he says finally hits you. He likes you. He has liked you. For ages. You idiot.
"Even when you proposed this to me?"
"Yep."
"Even when we went to get ice cream?"
"Yep."
"Even when you kissed me?"
"Y- well wait no that was completely unintentional," he holds his hands out in defence. You slump back, trying your best to process everything today has entailed, it's almost too much. That is until you feel Franco move a little closer to you, his arm stretching around your shoulders and gently moving your head to lay on his. At that moment, it all becomes clear, and you're suddenly unsure about why you ever felt confused about any of this.
"What now?" You say, barely above a whisper.
"We go and get our trophies," even though you're not looking you can hear the smile in his voice. "Though, before then."
You lift your head up off his shoulder to turn to him with raised brows. "Hm?"
"Now that we aren't fake dating, do the rules still apply?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'd really like to kiss you right now," he whispers, and there's a hint of nerves as you watch his eyes dart in between yours and your lips.
"Really can't wait can you," you tease, though you still move to close the space in between you to. But just before your lips can touch his there's a knock at the door, causing you both to slump back with a sigh.
"Hey, are you two in there?" it's your race mechanic, "you're needed, you know, on the podium."
You roll your eyes to show your obvious disappointment at being interrupted, though Franco just watches you with an endeared smile.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, not being able to hide your own smile.
"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you're going to look up on that podium, and how I won't have to pretend not to be in love with you anymore."
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James draws closer to you. The older, stern-looking woman youâre talking to glances at him. Itâs Jamesâ job to blend in with the wallpaper, but heâs shirking those duties now for one more important.Â
You follow the womanâs gaze, noticing him behind you. âOh, hi.â You smile at him. Itâs convincing, a good attempt at hiding how youâre feeling, but James knows you well. âIâm sorry, this is James. James, Linda.âÂ
âPleasure to meet you.â James gives Linda a smile of his own. He knows who she is of course, everyone here tonight was pre-vetted by his team and heâs memorized her face as one of the safe ones. He shakes her hand, settling the other lightly on your back. âSorry to steal her away, butâ âJames looks to youâ âcould I talk to you for a minute?âÂ
You give Linda an anxious glance, and he presses his hand more firmly to your back. A cue.
âOf course.â Your smile blooms again, this one apologetic. Theyâre all lovely, but James prefers the genuine ones. You say to Linda, âIâll find you later, okay?âÂ
âYes, please.â Linda gives your shoulder a fond squeeze, departing the conversation politely as James starts to guide you away.Â
Thereâs a smaller room not far from you, usually connected to this main one but curtained off for the event. No one notices you slip through the curtain. Your quickening breaths are ten times more obvious in the quieter space.Â
âItâs okay.â James supports you the rest of the way to the couch on the other side of the room. You sink down onto it on shaky legs. âYouâre fine, angel.âÂ
You donât move once youâre sitting, so he maneuvers your body for you, turning you sideways and bringing your feet up onto the couch so you can hug your knees the way you like to. Taking care of you is Jamesâ job, but he thinks he would do it either way. He canât imagine a life in which he isnât looking after you. He unzips the back of your dress and starts taking off your shoes. These straps always give him trouble; he doesnât know how you manage them.
You make a low, pained sound. James feels it in the back of his throat. âJamesâ"Â
âIâm not undressing you for everyone to see,â he says lightly. âOnly loosening things so you can breathe. Itâs just us here, yeah?âÂ
You nod, closing your eyes. Your breaths sound like they hurt. James doesnât know what set you off, but these attacks are something youâve dealt with before. He has a sense of what you need.Â
âSweetheart.â James finally succeeds in getting your shoes off. He clasps his hands over yours firmly, all piled atop your knees. âJust take a breath. One good breath.âÂ
You try, he sees you trying. But it seems like the air wonât settle in your lungs. Your eyes dip just south of his chin, as though you canât stand to look at him while they grow distant and shimmery.Â
âGood,â James praises you anyway. âYouâve got it, lovely, youâre okay. I know itâs hard right now, but can you do something for me? Tell me five things you can see.âÂ
You donât want to. You never do, itâs clearly a lot of work to focus in this state, but eventually James coaxes you into identifying five things in the room. One of them is the earpiece he uses to communicate with the rest of the security team, which makes him smile.Â
âI donât usually call it my spiral cord thing,â he jokes, âbut good job. Letâs do four things you can hear, yeah?âÂ
You get to three before you start crying. Jamesâ heart aches. He hates to see you cry, but sometimes it does help you. Youâre going to be upset about your makeup after, though. You fold your face into your knees, and he reaches over you to rub your back.Â
âI know.â Your skin is warm beneath his touch, the whole of you shaking. âI know it doesnât feel like itâs getting better, but it is. Youâre doing a great job.âÂ
âI canâtââ
âHey, you can. You can, sweetheart. Youâre doing it already, you just canât tell yet. Here, I have something for you.â James changes tactics, fishing in his pocket. He holds a bottle of lavender oil near your face. âSmell this.âÂ
You pick your head up, looking at the bottle before sniffing tentatively.Â
âMore than that,â he encourages. âBreathe it in. Itâll help.âÂ
You take the best inhale you can. Your nose runs and sweat glistens at your hairline, but you try for him. James praises you amply, taking deep breaths for you to copy. He isnât sure if you notice him doing it, but eventually yours start to match his, slowing and lengthening until youâre getting true lungfuls of the lavender scent.Â
James keeps it by your nose. With his other hand, he rubs your calf.Â
âYouâre okay,â he sighs. âHow do you feel now, lovely?âÂ
âOkay.â Your voice still shakes, but now more with aftershocks than true adrenaline. âSorry, I donât know why that happened.âÂ
âYou donât have to know.â James pinches your nose clean, something in his stomach tightening when you shy. âIâm sorry it happened, too, but itâs not your fault.âÂ
âI shouldâŚâ You take a big breath. James frowns and rubs your calf again. âI should go back out.âÂ
He makes a soft, reprimanding sound. âNot yet. Give yourself a few minutes. You need a break. Theyâll all be okay without you for a bit.âÂ
Your eyes go to the curtain separating you from the main room. You look at it as though you can see right through and every guest at this event is standing on the other side, tapping their feet and muttering about where youâve gone.Â
âTake a break,â James says again. âYou thought you were dying a minute ago.âÂ
âI really did,â you admit. âI thought it wouldnât feel so much like that after the first time.âÂ
James hates to see you upset. He presses a kiss to the center of your forehead and puts the oil away. Squeezes your knees in his hands. âAre you going to be okay if I go out there for a minute? I just need to grab a couple of things.âÂ
You nod but watch his hands ruefully as he stands and they fall away from you. âWhat do you need?â
âNapkins, mostly.â He gives you a sorry smile. âObviously you look beautiful no matter what, but I think youâre going to want to clean your face up.âÂ
âOh, god.â You touch your fingers underneath your eye, feeling the tackiness of smudged makeup. âThank you.âÂ
âStay right there,â James warns. âIf youâre doing anything other than breathing when I get back here, weâre going straight home.âÂ
You roll your eyes good naturedly. James feels relieved youâre feeling well enough to do it. âYouâre the boss.â Â
âIâm in charge of your safety,â he says. âSo, yeah, I am the boss right now. Stay right there.âÂ
You hold your palms up in a show of surrender. James is happy to report that as he goes out the curtain, thereâs a smile teasing your lips.
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strip poker â gojo satoru.
You leaned in a little closer, your voice dropping just enough for only him to hear. âAlright, Gojo Satoru. Since youâre so persistent⌠How about we make this interesting?â He raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips. âOh? Iâm listening to you, doll.â he replied, clearly intrigued by whatever you had in mind. You took a sip of your drink, letting the silence hang between you for a moment, watching as his eyes remained locked on yours, his curiosity practically radiating off him. âStrip poker.â you said finally, a mischievous glint in your eye. âJust you and me. What do you say?â
WARNING/s: NSFW (R18+), Fluff, Romance, Love at First Sight, Strangers to Lovers, Pet Names (Doll, Boy, Baby, Etc), Profanity, Stripping Clothes, Oral Sex, Fingering, P to V Sex, Kissing, Making Out, Humor, Flirting, Teasing, Mention of Stripping, Mention of Body Parts, Mention of Sexual Acts, Mention of Alcohol, Depiction of Sexual Acts, Depiction of Nudity, Depiction of Alcoholic Beverage;
WORDS: 7.8k words.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: lately a lot of my works were really long, so i realized people need a refreshing thing from me than my long story formats. i thought about this during a writing block and i just thought that maybe, satoru would be the type to enjoy something like this, you know? and i think shoko and suguru would just try to make gojo greet all the guests and he'll be pouty. unless its reader, because reader is loved by gojo a lot (he just met you at this party) but anyway, if i posted this, it means the majority poll meant gojo won. but anyway i hope you enjoy this!!! i love you all~ đŤś
ADDENDUM: with an hour left in the vote and the gap being wide â gojo does win đââď¸
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HE WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING EXCITING. Gojo Satoru leaned against the doorway, his drink swirling lazily in his hand, the dim light of the room casting playful shadows across his face. His eyes, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing at once, were fixed on you. You were standing with Shoko and Suguru, laughing at some private joke, and he couldn't help but wonder how he had never noticed you before.
It was strange. He knew everyone worth knowing, especially those who moved in Shoko's and Suguru's circles. But you... you were different. Your laughter was genuine, your smile bright, and there was a certain ease to the way you carried yourselfâa confidence that wasnât showy but quietly powerful, drawing people in without even trying.
As you spoke, he watched the way your lips curved into a grin, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. He could see that Suguru was captivated, leaning in to listen more closely, while Shoko rolled her eyes with a fond smile that suggested she was used to whatever game you were playing. Satoru couldn't quite hear what you were saying from where he stood, but he caught snippets of your voice, warm and inviting, tinged with a teasing edge that piqued his curiosity even more.
"How is it," he muttered to himself, "that someone like you has managed to slip under my radar?"
He took a sip of his drink, his gaze never wavering, trying to piece together the puzzle that was you. Maybe you were new to their circle, or perhaps you had always been there, hidden in plain sight, and he just hadnât been paying close enough attention. Either way, he was intrigued, and that wasn't something that happened often.
When Shoko glanced over and caught his eye, she raised an eyebrow, smirking as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. He gave her a playful wink in response, but his attention quickly returned to you.
Suguru, noticing the shift in focus, turned and followed Shoko's gaze, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Satoru, come here." he called out, motioning for him to join. "Why are you lurking over there like a ghost at a party? Come say hi."
Satoru grinned and pushed himself off the doorframe, making his way over with a casual, easy stride. "I wouldnât call it lurking, Suguboo." he said, slipping effortlessly into the group, his gaze still locked on you. "Just... observing."
You turned to face him fully, and for the first time, he felt the full force of your presence. Up close, you were even more intriguingâeyes bright and challenging, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Observing, huh?" you echoed, clearly amused. "Is that what theyâre calling it these days?"
His grin widened, loving the way you didnât shrink under his scrutiny but seemed to meet it head-on. "Well, you know, doll." he replied smoothly, "I like to get a feel for things before diving in."
Shoko snorted softly, rolling her eyes. "Translation: he likes to watch before he pounces."
"Careful, Satoru." Suguru added with a chuckle. "Youâre starting to sound like a creep."
Satoru laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe I am, Maybe Iâm not." he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. "But I like to have some good surprises for the interesting ones."
Your smile widened, clearly enjoying the attention, and you leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you. "So, am I interesting to you, Gojo?"
He felt a spark of electricity at the way you said his name, the way it rolled off your tongue like youâd known him for years. âOh, definitely.â he replied, his voice dropping to a low, playful drawl. âInteresting enough to make me wonder how I've missed you all this time.â
You laughed softly, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. âMaybe you just werenât looking hard enough.â you teased him. âMaybe you need to have a better look, donât you think?â
He leaned in closer, his smile turning sly. âOh, Iâm looking now.â
There was a beat of silence, charged with unspoken words and possibilities, and Satoru could feel the air between you crackle with an almost tangible energy. He was used to this game, the dance of flirtation, but there was something about you that felt differentâlike you were two steps ahead of him, and he was enjoying every second of trying to catch up.
âLetâs see if you can keep up.â you said, your eyes glinting with challenge. âBecause Iâm not that easy to catch, Gojo.â
His grin widened, excitement bubbling up in his chest. âOh, I do love a challenge, doll.â he murmured, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. âAnd trust me, Iâm very persistent when I sense something good for me.â
âThen am I good for you?â You grinned at him, eyes full of amusement.
He returned your grin. âWhy, the moment I saw you, doll â you were good for me and all of my lifetimes.â
Suguru and Shoko exchanged glances, their amusement clear as they observed the growing tension between you and Satoru. Shoko's eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama, while Suguru's smirk spoke of his own quiet amusement at the game Satoru was now fully immersed in. They didnât need to say a word; their silent communication conveyed everythingâthis was going to be entertaining.
Satoru, however, was oblivious to their silent exchange. His focus was entirely on you, his mind buzzing with possibilities. The playful challenge youâd just thrown at him had ignited a spark of curiosity and interest that he couldnât ignore. As he watched you, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and your smile held a promise of excitement, he found himself drawn in even more.
You leaned in a little closer, your voice dropping just enough for only him to hear. âAlright, Gojo since youâre so persistent⌠How about we make this interesting?âÂ
He raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips. âOh? Iâm listening to you, doll.â he replied, clearly intrigued by whatever you had in mind.
You took a sip of your drink, letting the silence hang between you for a moment, watching as his eyes remained locked on yours, his curiosity practically radiating off him. âStrip poker.â you said finally, a mischievous glint in your eye. âJust you and me. What do you say?â
"Are you serious?" Satoru chuckled, his grin spreading wide across his face. The light overhead cast a gleam on his white hair, making him look even more striking under the dim glow of the room.Â
"Dead serious, darling." you replied, eyes glinting with a playful challenge. "Unless, of course, the great Gojo Satoru is afraid of a little game."
His grin only widened at the bait. "Afraid? Not exactly my style. But I've got to admit, it's not every day someone proposes strip poker to me the first time we meet." He took a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving yours, scanning for any sign of bluff or mischief.
You shrugged, leaning against the table with an easy confidence that only intrigued him more. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting. And you looked like you could use a little excitement."
He laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained. "So, what's the catch? I lose, and you get a fun little story to tell your friends? Or do I win, and...?"
You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Who says I intend to lose? Besides, winning isn't everything. It's the fun in between, Satoru."
He blinked at the use of his first name, a small surprise evident in his expression. Most people would hesitate to use it so casually, but coming from you, it felt oddly naturalâlike it had always been meant to be spoken by you. There was something about the way you said it, with that hint of mischief and confidence, that made it feel less like an invasion of personal space and more like an intimate invitation.
For a moment, Satoruâs gaze flickered around the room. It was then that he realized Shoko and Suguru had somehow vanished. The two had a knack for disappearing at precisely the right moment, leaving him in a situation that was both intriguing and precarious. Typical of them, really. They always seemed to know exactly when to make their exit, leaving him to fend for himself in whatever delightful predicament they had orchestrated.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he looked back at you, his eyes twinkling with both amusement and a hint of challenge. âWell, it looks like weâre on our own.â he said, his tone light but laced with a playful edge. âI suppose that means we get to make our own rules now.â
You raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the turn of events. âSeems like it, glasses.â you replied, your voice smooth and teasing. âSo, what do you say?â
He grinned, the playful glint in his eyes growing stronger. âI think we should make the most of this opportunity, doll. Letâs not waste time,â he said, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âAfter all, itâs not every day I get to have a game of strip poker with someone as intriguing as you.â
His words were laced with a mix of flirtation and eagerness, his tone smooth and inviting. The term âdollâ came out with a casual intimacy, making the moment feel even more charged. You could feel the heat between you intensify as he closed the distance, his presence commanding and electrifying.
You met his gaze with a confident smile, your heart racing a little faster. âAlright, Gojo.â you replied, your voice low and sultry. He pouts. You returned to calling him by his last name. You liked teasing him, he thinks. âLetâs see what youâve got.â
âYou better watch it, doll.â he said, setting his drink down and crossing his arms over his chest, still grinning. âIâll bite. Letâs play. But donât expect me to go easy on you. And donât think for a second that Iâll be the one taking off anything first.âÂ
You laughed, a sound that made him feel strangely lighter, more at ease. âOh, Iâm counting on it.â you said, your voice full of playful confidence.
His grin widened, the challenge lighting up his expression. âYouâre so interesting, doll.â He chuckled, clearly delighted. âWhere have you been all my life?â
You tilted your head slightly, enjoying the way his words seemed to both flatter and intrigue. âWell, you knowâŚ.â you replied, your tone teasing. âMaybe Iâve been waiting for the right moment to make an entrance. And tonight, it looks like the stars finally aligned.â
Satoruâs eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity and admiration. âI have to say, Iâm glad they did, doll.â he said, leaning in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. âBecause youâve definitely made this night unforgettable.â
âYouâre quite the flirt.âÂ
âGotta shoot all the shots to win, doll.â He winks at you.
You shrugged, your smile teasing. âWell, you say this nowâŚ.but youâll lose to me too.âÂ
He laughed, a carefree, confident sound that made Shoko and Suguru glance over with a raised eyebrow from a distant space. âOh, I never lose.â he replied, leaning closer, his voice a low, tempting drawl. âEspecially not when thereâs something I really want.â
You rolled your eyes, but your grin didnât fade. âThen prove it.â you said, nodding toward a quieter, dimly lit room down the hall. âLetâs go.â
Satoru, for his part, didnât hesitate. He set his drink down with a casual flick of his wrist, his bright cerulean eyes still locked on yours as he pushed off the wall. He reached out and took your hand, his grip warm and confident.
âLead the way, doll.â he said, his voice dripping with playful challenge.
You felt a rush of excitement at his quick agreement, and you couldnât help but grin. You felt a thrill of excitement as you led him down the hall, the dim lighting casting soft shadows and adding an air of intimacy to the moment. With every step, the noise of the party grew more distant, replaced by the soft thrum of your heartbeat and the electric tension between you.
As you reached the door to the quieter room, you glanced back at him, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Gojo Satoruâs gaze was unwavering, his bright eyes reflecting a mixture of anticipation and admiration. He could feel the adrenaline in him. This was exciting. And he liked it. He liked you.
You pushed open the door, revealing a cozy, dimly lit space that felt almost like a secret hideaway. The room was furnished simply but comfortably, with a plush carpet and a few scattered cushions. It was the perfect setting for the game you had in mind.
He looked around, a playful smirk still on his face. âAlright, doll.â he said, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto a chair. âLetâs see what youâve got.â
You grabbed a deck of cards from a nearby table, shuffling them with a practiced ease. âJust donât say I didnât warn you, Gojo.â you teased, dealing the cards out between you.
Satoru sat opposite you, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was intense, locked onto you with an almost predatory focus. âI think Iâll take my chances, doll.â he replied smoothly. âAnd please, call me Satoru. Gojo is too formal for your gorgeous lips to mouth.â
You smiled, enjoying the tension that hung thick in the air between you, the game already beginning before a single card was played. "Alright then, Satoru." you said, your voice dripping with anticipation. "Letâs see whoâs getting undressed first."
He chuckled, picking up his cards and leaning back comfortably. âOh, itâs on now.âÂ
And just like that, the game was setâa battle of wits, charm, and maybe something more.
You watched as his long legs folded with a graceful ease that didnât quite match the competitive glint in his cocky blue eyes. He grabbed a deck of cards from a nearby table, his movements fluid, almost theatrical as he shuffled with deft, experienced hands.
You sat across from him, the distance between you feeling both vast and electric, like an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. The way you held his gaze, unwavering and unyielding, only made Gojo Satoru more intrigued. He wasnât used to people looking at him like thatâlike he was just another person in the room, not just some role people fit upon him or a man with a reputation that preceded him.
âSo, dollâŚ.â he began, dealing out the first hand with a practiced flick of his wrist. âHow do you know Shoko and Suguru? And why haven't we met before tonight?â
You picked up your cards, smiling slyly. âOh, Iâm sure theyâve mentioned me. Iâm just good at staying under the radar⌠when I want to.âÂ
He leaned back, considering your words. âMysterious. I like that. But I'm pretty good at picking up on secrets. Better watch out.â
You chuckled softly. âI think Iâll take my chances.âÂ
The game began, and with each round, you both played with a mix of strategy and daring. He tried to read you, his eyes narrowing whenever you made a bold move, but you held your own, bluffing with an expertise that surprised him. His usual smug grin faltered slightly, and you could tell he was trying to decipher the mystery in your gaze. The room seemed to shrink with the tension between you, each card dealt heightening the stakes.
Satoru leaned forward, his gaze never leaving your face, a playful yet challenging spark in his eyes. âYouâre a lot harder to read than I thought.â he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling upward in amusement. âBut I like a good mystery.âÂ
You smirked in response, feeling the heat of his stare, knowing he was trying to unravel you with every glance, but determined to keep him guessing. You were sure that soon enough, a pile of discarded clothing would grow between you steadily. But so far, there has been little, with your little ties. All you had removed were little, like a hair tie or a necktie.Â
You agreed it was still part of clothes. But then again, you just both wanted it to last a little longer. One after the other though was tossed aside with a flick of your wrist or a slow, deliberate grin from him, marking the razor's edge between victory and defeat.Â
The room little by little crackled with tension, the air thick with challenge and heat, and every turn of a card seemed to bring you closer, like magnets drawn together by an irresistible force. The game had become something more than a little fun thing â it was a dance with a Russian roulette where every bluff was a whispered confession, every raise a daring promise.Â
Your pulse quickened with every sly smile he threw your way, every calculated tilt of his head, and his eyes bore into yours, gleaming with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. The stakes climbed higher with every move, the line between a win and a loss blurring into something electric, something tantalizingly close to dangerous.Â
You could feel it in your bones â this was no longer just about cards or luck; it was about who would yield first, who would surrender to the inevitable tension simmering in the space between your bodies. And you like winning. But so did he. Winning was after all, a different sort of drug to be enjoyed.
Neither of you spoke, but the room was filled with a silent conversation, an exchange of glances and gestures that spoke volumes. The game wasnât just about winning â it was about who could push the other further, who could tease out the truth hidden behind those guarded eyes. Neither of you wanted to lose, not when the real prize was so tantalizingly close. And as another card fell, you knew this was only the beginning.
"You're not bad, doll." he admitted, his shirt still firmly on but with a hint of pink on his cheeks, likely from the alcohol. âBut Iâve been known to turn the tables.â
âI wouldnât have suggested this game if I didnât think I could win, Satoru.â you replied confidently, leaning forward. The playful spark in your eyes never left, and it only seemed to fuel Satoruâs competitive spirit further.
Round after round, pieces of clothing slowly came off. A shoe here, a sock there. He was still confident, leaning in closer as he laid down another hand. "Full house." he declared, his grin downright wicked now.
You glanced at his cards, then backed up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nice." you said, sounding impressed, before laying your cards down with a flourish. "Straight flush."
He blinked, then laughedâa genuine, delighted laugh that came from deep in his chest. "No way! You littleâ"
âLooks like someoneâs going to lose a little more than just their pride, Satoru.â you teased, enjoying the way his grin faltered for a moment, his confidence taking a tiny, amusing dip.
He leaned back in his chair, pretending to think deeply, then slowly began to unbutton his shirt. âAlright, alright. Iâm a man of my word, doll.â he conceded, though his eyes never left yours, sparkling with mischief. âBut donât get too comfortable. The gameâs not over yet.â
As he shrugged out of his shirt, you found yourself momentarily distracted by the unexpected sightâhis lean, toned frame catching the dim light. Satoru noticed, his smile turning sly. âSee something you like?âÂ
You shrugged, keeping your expression neutral. "Just waiting for my next win."
He laughed again, a sound that seemed to fill the room, light and unburdened. âOh, this is really crazy. I like that.â he murmured, leaning in closer, his voice dropping slightly. âI like you.â
You raise your glass, meeting his gaze with a bold smile. "The feeling might be mutual, but don't think for a second that means I'm letting you win."
For the first time in a while, Gojo Satoru felt a genuine thrill that had nothing to do with curses or danger. Just the electric spark of a moment, a challenge, and the intriguing mystery of the person sitting across from him, daring him to come closer.
The game continued on, the air thick with anticipation, each round upping the stakes. Satoru was completely absorbed now, his usual nonchalant demeanor replaced with focused intensity. For every card dealt, every sly smile exchanged, he found himself more drawn into this unexpected encounter.Â
As the rounds progressed, it became increasingly clear that you were holding your own. The playful banter between the two of you had turned into something sharper, more personal. It wasn't just a game anymore; it was a testâa test of wills, of understanding, of reading between the lines of every look and laugh.
Satoru tossed his next set of cards on the table. "Three of a kind." he said, tapping his fingers lightly against the table, eyes flickering with amusement. "Not my best, but not bad."
You looked down at your own hand, considering your options. "HmmâŚ." you hummed, tapping your chin thoughtfully before placing your cards down. "Four of a kind."
His mouth fell open in exaggerated shock. "No way! Youâre cheating!âÂ
You laughed, a carefree sound that seemed to light up the room. "Maybe you just need to step up your game, Gojo Satoru."
He tilted his head, pretending to look hurt, but his smile was as bright as ever. âOh, I see how it is. You're trying to humble me. I can't let that happen. I have a reputation to uphold.â
He reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it with deliberate slowness, making a show of every movement. "You really want to play with fire, huh?" he teased, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. "Careful, you might get burned."
You met his gaze head-on, your smile never wavering. "I think I can handle the heat."
He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âYouâre something else, you know that?â He leaned forward, elbows on the table, close enough that you could feel the faint brush of his energy, his presence suddenly more intense. âBut Iâve got a feeling youâre not here just for a game, are you?â
Your eyes sparkled, the corners of your lips curling up just slightly. âMaybe Iâm here to see what all the fuss is about. People talk about you, you know⌠like youâre this untouchable legend.â
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest with a playful smirk. âAnd what do they say?â
You tilted your head, pretending to think. âOh, you know⌠that youâre the strongest, the smartest, the most arrogantââ
âHey!â he interrupted, laughing. âIâm not that arrogant⌠just very self-aware.â
You laughed too, feeling the tension between you soften into something warmer, more familiar. âSure, keep telling yourself that.â
His grin widened. "You think Iâm a show-off, huh?â
âI think,â you said slowly, leaning in just a little closer, âthat you like being the center of attention. And I think youâre not used to people seeing through that.â
Satoru blinked, the playful glint in his eyes dimming just slightly, replaced by something more genuine, more intrigued. âAnd what do you see when you look at me?â
You paused, considering your answer, letting the silence stretch just long enough to keep him guessing. âI see someone who likes to keep people at a distance. Someone who hides a lot behind that smile.â
He tilted his head, his expression softer now, almost contemplative. âAnd you think you know what Iâm hiding?â
You shrugged. âNot yet. But I think you might want someone to try and figure it out.â
For a moment, he was quiet, watching you with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see everything and yet reveal nothing. Then, slowly, he smiledâa softer, more sincere smile than before. âMaybe I do.â
The tension in the room shifted again, this time to something less tangible, a mix of curiosity and possibility hanging in the air between you. The game had become secondary; it was clear now that something deeper was at play. Satoru leaned back, his grin returning, though his eyes were still searching for yours.
âAlright, doll.â he said, voice vibrant and light. âOne more hand. Winner takes all.â
âAll?â you echoed, arching an eyebrow. âAnd what exactly is âall,â Satoru?â
He leaned forward again, his smile turning mischievous. âThatâs the fun partâwe get to decide. Maybe itâs another game. Maybe itâs just a walk under the stars. Or maybeâŚâ
âMaybe?â you prompted, leaning in as well, feeling the pull between you tighten.
âMaybe, dollâŚ.â he said softly, his voice almost a whisper now, âitâs just finding out who you really are, and why you make me feel like Iâve met you before, even though Iâm sure I havenât.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected honesty in his words. This was not the Gojo Satoru youâd expected, not quite. But maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something neither of you had anticipated.
âDeal.â you said finally, holding out your hand for him to shake.
He took it, his grip warm and firm. âDeal.â
You felt the warmth of his hand linger longer than necessary, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. Neither of you pulled away, your hands still clasped together, as if testing each otherâs resolve.
âAre you trying to distract me?â you teased, but your voice came out softer than you intended, betraying the flutter of anticipation building in your chest.
Satoruâs smile widened, a hint of something darker and more thrilling sparking in his eyes. âIs it working?â he asked, his voice low and velvety, closer now, his breath brushing against your skin.
You held his gaze, feeling the air between you grow thick with tension, the kind that made your pulse quicken. âMaybe a little.â you admitted, and his grin grew even more wicked.
He didnât release your hand, instead using it to pull you closer across the small table, until you were only inches apart. âGood.â he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill down your spine. âBecause Iâm curious⌠What else could I do to distract you?â
Before you could answer, his free hand reached up, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, his touch gentle but purposeful. âIâve got a few ideas.â he continued, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his eyes following the movement like he was memorizing every detail.Â
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as his fingers moved down, tracing the curve of your neck, his touch feather-light but sending sparks of heat through your veins. âYou talk a big game,â you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady, âbut can you back it up?â
His eyes flashed with amusement and something elseâsomething darker, hungrier. âOh, I think youâll find Iâm very good at keeping my promises.â he replied softly, leaning in until his lips were a breath away from yours. âEspecially the fun ones.â
And then, without warning, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft at first, almost teasing, before deepening with a sudden intensity that made your head spin. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, and you felt the world around you disappear, leaving just the heat of his mouth, the press of his body against yours.
You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that sent a rush of heat through your body, your skin tingling everywhere he touched.Â
He broke the kiss, just enough to murmur against your lips, âYouâre full of surprises,â before diving back in, his kiss rougher this time, more insistent. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift movement. You gasped against his mouth, feeling the firmness of his body beneath you, the heat of his skin through the fabric of your clothes.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a low groan from him, a sound that sent a delicious thrill through you. âSatoru.â you breathed, his name slipping from your lips like a secret, and his response was a grin against your mouth, wicked and knowing.
âYeah?â he asked, his voice a low rumble in his chest, his hands roaming up your back, sliding under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that left trails of fire in their wake.
You didnât answer, just kissed him harder, pressing your body against his, feeling the heat building between you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. His lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you gasp, your head tilting back to give him more access.
He chuckled softly, his breath hot against your neck. âSensitive, are we?â he teased, but his voice was strained, as if he was barely holding himself back. His hands slid lower, gripping your hips and pressing you down against him, letting you feel exactly how much he wanted you.
You let out a soft moan, your fingers gripping his shoulders for support. âMaybe,â you whispered, your voice breathless. âBut I think you like that.â
He laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down your spine. âOh, I do,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. âI like everything about you⌠so far.â
You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, seeing the raw desire there, the need that mirrored your own. âThen maybe, Satoru, baby.â you whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against his, âYou should stop talking and show me.â
He grinned, a wicked, knowing grin that made your heart race. âChallenge accepted, doll.â he said, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss consuming, his hands exploring, leaving no part of you untouched, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you.Â
You looked at him and grinned. âLet me make you feel good, boy.âÂ
âMake it happen then, lovely.â He steps out of his pants and you sink to your knees on the plush carpet beneath you, licking your lips as he frees his member.. Your eyes meeting him.
You held his gaze, your grin widening as you saw the anticipation flicker in his eyes, a mix of mischief and hunger that mirrored your own. âOh, I will,baby.â you promised, your voice a low purr that seemed to send a shiver down his spine.
You let your gaze trail down his body, taking in the sight of his lean, toned form before letting your eyes settle on his length, now freed and hard. A spark of excitement danced through you, and you licked your lips, feeling a wave of heat wash over you as you dropped to your knees on the plush carpet, every movement slow and deliberate, keeping his attention locked on you.
Satoru watched you, his breath hitching, and you could feel his intense gaze on you, almost like a physical touch. Your hands reached up, fingertips brushing lightly against his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms as you leaned in, your breath ghosting over his length. His eyes widened slightly, a soft exhale escaping his lips, and you could tell he was already on edge, trying to maintain his composure.
You looked up at him through your lashes, meeting his gaze with a wicked grin. âReady, Satoru?â you teased, your voice soft and sultry, letting the anticipation build for a moment longer.
His eyes darkened, a soft growl escaping him. âStop teasing, doll.â he muttered, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, his fingers tightening slightly, betraying his eagerness. âDo your worst.â
Without another word, you leaned in, your tongue flicking out to tease the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Satoru sucked in a breath, his hips jerking slightly at the contact, and you felt a rush of satisfaction at the effect you were already having on him.
Slowly, you wrapped your lips around him, taking him inch by inch into your mouth, savoring the weight of him on your tongue, the way he filled your mouth completely. His hand moved to your hair, fingers threading through your strands, not pushing, but just holding, grounding himself in the sensation of your warm mouth around him.
You started to move, your mouth sliding up and down his length with slow, deliberate strokes, your tongue swirling around him, adding just enough pressure to draw soft, breathy moans from his lips. You glanced up at him, his head tipped back slightly, his mouth parted as he tried to keep his breathing steady.
âFuckâŚ..â he breathed, his voice strained, the hand in your hair tightening just a bit. âThatâs⌠youâre good at thisâŚâ
You hummed around him, a low, vibrating sound that made his hips twitch, his fingers tightening in your hair. You felt a surge of triumph, your movements becoming bolder, faster, as you took him deeper, letting him feel the heat, the slick slide of your mouth, the way your lips tightened around him.
Satoruâs breathing grew heavier, and you could hear the soft sounds of pleasure escaping his lips, his usual confidence wavering under the intensity of your attention. His hips began to move with you, small thrusts that pushed him deeper into your mouth, and you welcomed it, matching his rhythm, taking him deeper still.
You felt his muscles tense under your hands, heard the low growl building in his throat, his fingers gripping your hair tighter as if he were holding on for dear life. âGod⌠youâre driving me crazy, doll.â he muttered, his voice thick with desire, his control slipping.Â
You pulled back slightly, just enough to speak, your breath warm against his length. âGood.â you whispered, your voice a husky murmur, âbecause Iâm not stopping until you come undone for me, Satoru.â
He looked down at you, his eyes blazing with need, and you saw a flicker of surrender there, a flash of vulnerability that made your heart race. âThen donât stop, doll.â he whispered back, his voice a low command. âMake me lose control.â
You grinned up at him before taking him back into your mouth, your movements faster, more deliberate, determined to bring him to the edge and push him over. You felt his body tighten, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hips thrusting in time with your movements, and you knew he was close.
With a few more strokes, a few more swirls of your tongue, you felt him shudder, his whole body tensing as he let out a low, deep moan, his release hitting hard and fast. His hand tightened in your hair as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his breathing heavy, his eyes closed, his lips parted in a satisfied grin.
You pulled back slowly, watching him as he came down, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his skin flushed, his hair tousled. He opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face, his gaze soft and full of something you couldnât quite place.
âDamn.â he breathed, still trying to catch his breath. âYouâre⌠something else.â
You smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, feeling a flush of your own. âTold you Iâd make you feel good.â you replied, your voice light, teasing.
He chuckled, pulling you up to your feet and closer to him, his hands resting on your hips. âI think youâve more than proven your point.â he murmured, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips, his smile warm against your mouth. âBut now⌠itâs my turn.â
A soft gasp escapes your lips as his touch moves with a deliberate, tender pressure. The sensation sends ripples of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch. Your back arches instinctively, your body pressing closer to his. Every touch, every movement feels electric, your emotions swirling in a beautiful, overwhelming storm.
His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Each kiss feels like a spark, igniting a fire that grows with every passing second. His hands glide along your back, pulling you closer still, as if he wants to feel every inch of you against him. Your breath quickens, matching the rhythm of your racing heartbeat.
His gaze meets yours, a mix of tenderness and something deeper, something that makes your heart flutter. âI want to make you feel everything, baby doll.â he whispers, his voice low and filled with promise.
You feel a surge of anticipation, your senses heightened, every touch sending a shiver down your spine. He takes his time, exploring every curve and contour, as if memorizing you. Youâre lost in the sensation, in the way he makes you feel cherished, wanted, and entirely his. The world fades away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of shared intimacy and unspoken connection.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he responds with a soft, satisfied hum, his smile widening against your skin. âStay with me, âtoru.â you breathe, the words escaping almost involuntarily, a plea and a declaration all at once.
His hold on you tightens, and he nods, his eyes filled with an emotion so intense it takes your breath away. âAlways.â he promises, sealing his vow with another lingering kiss that sends a wave of warmth through your entire being.
His hands roam down your sides with a deliberate slowness, tracing every curve as if savoring the feel of you beneath his fingertips. His touch is both gentle and insistent, a wordless reminder of the connection between you. As his lips move back to yours, the kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more consuming, his tongue teasing yours in a dance that sets your nerves alight.
You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his warmth enveloping you like a blanket. Every movement is careful yet filled with an undeniable urgency. His fingers slip beneath the fabric of your clothes, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. Your breaths mingle, becoming heavier, the room thick with the electric charge of your shared desire.
He pulls back just enough to study your face, his gaze intense and filled with a hunger that sends a thrill through you. âYouâre so beautiful, doll.â he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. âEvery part of you.â His hands move lower, caressing the sensitive skin of your waist, drawing a soft sigh from your lips.
You could feel the edges of your nails dig deep into Satoruâs back, leaving red marks once after another in the canvas of his supple skin. Each breath comes out in a shaky gasp, and you can feel him shiver beneath your touch, his skin heating under your fingertips. He groans softly at the sensation, the sound vibrating against your lips as he kisses you deeply, hungrily.
ââToruâŚbabyâŚ.â you gasp out between moans, voice trembling with need. âYou feel so good, godddddâŚâ
Your hips move instinctively against his hand, seeking that delicious friction, chasing the elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach. You wondered where he has been all your life, where has this pleasure been all your life.Â
He smiles against your lips, his voice a low whisper, almost teasing. âIâve got you, doll.â he murmurs, his fingers pressing deeper, moving with a slow, rhythmic intensity that makes you cry out softly. âLet me take you there.â
Satoruâs thumb circles gently, adding a different sensation, his eyes fixed on yours, watching every expression, every shudder of pleasure that passes over your face. His other hand is firm on your waist, guiding your movements, coaxing you closer, pulling you toward that edge with a deliberate slowness that drives you mad.Â
You feel the tension build inside you, every nerve ignited by his touch, his name spilling from your lips in a breathless whisper. âSatoru⌠baby....pleaseâŚâ you beg, the need in your voice is unmistakable.
He chuckles softly, his breath hot against your ear. âI love hearing you say my name like that, doll.â he whispers, his touch becoming more insistent, more purposeful. The heat between you grows, every sensation amplified by the intensity of the moment, his pace quickening, matching the desperate rhythm of your heartbeat.
Your body arches toward him, every inch of you attuned to his movements, and you feel yourself spiraling, that sweet ache within you growing sharper, hotter. His fingers find that perfect spot, and suddenly, youâre lost to the wave of pleasure that crashes over you, your body trembling, a moan of pure ecstasy escaping your lips as Gojo holds you close, his name a soft prayer on your lips.
âIâll eat you out later, doll. I promise.â Satoru whispers against your ear, his voice laced with a playful promise that sends a shiver down your spine. âBut right now⌠I need to be inside you.â
He positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his member against your hungry, slick folds, rubbing himself gently against you. Each movement is torturously slow, spreading your wetness across both of you, the friction drawing a gasp from your lips. He watches your reactions with a smirk, his bright blue eyes darkened with desire.
Looking up at you, Satoru grins, his expression mischievous and full of intent. âLetâs do something else for now.â he murmurs, his voice low and inviting. He starts to push into you slowly, stretching you inch by inch, his gaze never leaving yours.
The sensation is overwhelming, your body instinctively arching to take him deeper. You can feel every part of him, the way he fills you perfectly, the way your body molds around him. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as he moves further, a low groan escaping his throat. âYou feel incredible, baby doll.â he breathes, his voice rough with pleasure, his control hanging by a thread.
Your nails dig even harder into his shoulders as he continues to push in, stretching you, filling you completely. He pauses for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
âAre you okay?â he whispers, his breath hot against your lips, his voice softer, seeking reassurance even amidst his own urgency.
You nod, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. âIâm okay⌠more than okay, âtoru.â you murmur, a breathy moan escaping you as he begins to move again, slowly pulling back before thrusting in, setting a rhythm that makes your toes curl.
His pace quickens, each thrust more intense, more deliberate, as if heâs determined to draw every sound, every sigh, from your lips. His name falls from your mouth in a mix of gasps and pleas, and he responds with a low growl, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.
Satoruâs hands wander, one sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, the other gripping your hip, guiding you into his rhythm. Every movement feels perfectly timed, perfectly in sync, as if he knows exactly what you need, where to touch, how to move to drive you to the brink of ecstasy.
âGod, I love the way you feel, doll.â he murmurs, his voice rough and desperate, his forehead pressing against yours as his pace becomes relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Your body tightens around him, drawing him deeper, the heat between you building to a crescendo, and you feel yourself start to unravel.
âDonât hold back.â he urges, his voice thick with need, his eyes locked on yours. âLet go, doll⌠I want to feel you come undone.âÂ
And with those words, everything inside you shatters in a wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure. Your body trembles, your breath catches, and you call out his name, your world reduced to the feeling of him moving within you, holding you, as you both reach for that beautiful, shared climax.
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epilogueÂ
You were exhausted. But you still had a curfew and your mother would be looking for you by now. When Satoru heard that, he immediately jumped up and said he'll take you home.
As you both fumbled to put your clothes back on in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, Gojoâs mischievous grin didnât fade for a second. His white shirt was still unbuttoned, hanging off one shoulder, and his pants were inside out â not that he seemed to care.
You tugged your shirt over your head, smoothing down your hair with a breathless laugh. "You look like you got dressed in the dark." you teased, glancing at the ridiculous state of his attire.
Gojo chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle your neck, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, to be fair, I was a bit distracted by you, doll."
Rolling your eyes, you gave his chest a light push. "Sure, blame me for your lack of coordination."
He winked and, with a dramatic flair, flipped his sunglasses back on, even though it was well past midnight. "Oh, definitely. Itâs always your fault when I can't keep my hands to myself."
You both burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation washing over you. Finally, Gojo took a deep breath, still grinning but with a hint of sincerity creeping into his voice. "So⌠now that I've seen you at your best â and, uh, at your most undressed â how about a date?"
You blinked, caught off guard. "A date? Like⌠a normal date?"
He nodded, his expression surprisingly earnest despite the disheveled hair and the inside-out pants. "Yeah, you know, the kind where I take you out, we eat something that isn't each other, maybe even talk about our feelings."
You snorted, trying to stifle your giggles. "You sure you can handle that, Satoru? The whole talking thing sounds like a lot of work for you."
He dramatically clutched his chest as if wounded. "Ouch, doll, that hurt. But yes, I think I could manage⌠if it means I get to see you smile like that again."
You pretended to consider it for a moment, then shrugged, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Fine. But Iâm picking the place, and youâre wearing your pants the right way this time."
Gojo laughed, pulling you into his arms. "Deal. As long as you promise to wear something that makes me lose at poker again."
You smirked, leaning in close. "Oh, I think I can arrange that."
And as you both laughed, tangled in each otherâs arms, the idea of a "normal" date didn't sound so bad after all.
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Rolling Over - Dad Megumi
âAlright, letâs try again.â You began to laugh as Megumi set your four month old daughter on her stomach â something she absolutely despised. âStay strong, Meg.â you teased him softly, laying on your stomach along with your daughter to try and ease her whining.Â
âYeah yeahâŚâ softly, under his breath but just loud enough for you to laugh again. You had been on the floor for the last thirty minutes trying to get your little girl to roll over. She was four months old after all, it was time to start hitting those huge milestones.
She had gotten close a few times but Megumi couldnât stand to let her whimpers turn to cries and would pick her up right before she teetered over and successfully completed the task.Â
âCâmon baby girl, roll over.â You encouraged softly, watching her little face contort in dislike as she realized she was yet again belly down on the floor. âTurn over so you can see your daddy.â you added as her wide eyes shifted from the floor to your face. âCâmon little girl.â
At the sound of Megumiâs voice, her head raised a little higher, becoming more alert. You laughed softly âGotta love the lack of object permanence.â If Megumi was out of her sight, she was convinced he was fully gone. But, hearing his voice, she was beginning to rock back and forth in effort to look for the source. âThere you go, you're getting there!âÂ
You smiled widely as her little face contorted with the effort to figure out how to get to her back. âIâm right behind you, roll over for daddy, hmm?â Megumi cooed softly, hands resting by her sides just in case she figured out how to turn but turned too fast.Â
After another moment of struggling, you notice her face morph into the one she makes right before she starts crying. âCareful, Meg. Sheâs about to start.â You hated her crying just as much as Megumi did, swearing youâd never heard such a sad little cry in your life. But you both needed to remain strong or sheâd never hit this crucial milestone in her development.Â
âWonderful.â Megumi grimaced as her first little whimper reached his ears. The sound managed to break his heart every time, he didnât even think that was possible. âCome on baby girl, you just gotta roll over and daddy will be right there.â You tapped your fingers on the floor right by her face, drawing her attention for a moment to distract from the crying.Â
Again, she began to teeter in one direction, trying to gain momentum to roll herself onto her back. âIâm right here, my little love.â You smiled at Megumiâs nickname for your daughter, it was so soft and genuine everytime it slipped past his lips.Â
You both expected her to start crying again, but, as if by some miracle, she got herself halfway towards a roll before falling back into her original stance. âOH!â You squealed softly, careful not to startle her and destroy any progress. âKeep talking to her, Meg!â He blinked a few times to recollect his thoughts, pride already swelling in his chest at her near-accomplishment.Â
âYou almost got itâŚâ he encouraged softly, moving to bend down. You watched with a grin as Megumi moved to lay beside her, watching her little head wobble before turning to meet his gaze. At the sight of her daddy, a gummy little grin appeared on her face followed by a breathless little giggle. âHi my love.â He smiled sweetly at her, making your heart ache at the cuteness.
âCan you roll over for mommy and I?â he questioned her, pouting to mimic her own as she seemed to seriously contemplate his question. âCome on, one roll and we can be all done.â he tried to bribe her, glancing at you with a smile. âMmhmm, daddyâs right, baby. One roll is all we want.â You had to admit, it was already impressive that she had gone this long without crying.Â
It seems you and Megumiâs distraction attempts were really working.Â
Your little daughter rocked herself again, teetering in Megumiâs direction once, twice, and then finally she was on her back. You and Megumi froze, the room so silent you swore youâd hear a pin drop. After a second your eyes locked, laughter bubbling in your chest as you reached forward and scooped her up. âThere you go! Mommyâs so proud of you!âÂ
You squealed, showering her face in kisses as your eyes watered. Even the smallest things have you tearing up nowadays. It seemed Megumi had also gotten caught by the sniffle-bug, wiping his eyes quickly as he pushed himself into a sitting position. With your daughter in your arms, you scooted over to Megumi so he could congratulate her too.Â
âYouâre my smart little girl, hmm? You rolled over for the first time ever.â He smiled at her, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. Your back pressed to his front, melting into his embrace as you held your daughter in front of you. She clearly didnât understand the significance of her achievement, but seeing her mommy and daddy had a smile on her face yet again.Â
âStop growing up so fast.â Megumi whispered, voice a little hoarse from getting choked up. You had to admit, even though she was only four months old, you had to agree. âIt feels like just yesterday we realized we were having you, and now youâre rolling over.â Again, she didnât understand the significance, but hearing her parents voices had her cooing in response.Â
âSheâll be off to college before we know it.â Megumi sighed, head resting on your shoulder as he nearly made himself sick over the thought. âYouâre starting to sound like Gojo, quit getting ahead of yourself.â You chided, laughter in your tone as Megumi audibly groaned from the comparison.Â
âI guess I should text them, your Auntie Nobara, Uncle Yuji, and your honorary grandpa will be thrilled.â Gojo had been adamant on being anything but grandpa, which made grandpa stick even further. Even Yuta, Maki, and Panda were referring to him as grandpa Gojo.
âOh shit, we should have recorded it.â you sounded a bit defeated at the realization. âNah, sheâll roll over plenty of times after this. Her first will be our memory.â You sunk further into his embrace, pulling your daughter close to your chest as she began to doze off.Â
âYouâre right. Rolling over is tiring work, how about a family nap?â You giggled softly as Megumi melted into you. âSounds amazing.âÂ
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i fantasize about it all the time !
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toji pays rent on time, she cleans up after herself, she's great company, she also fantasizes about you under her writhing in pleasure but hey! they were just roommates right ?
it is almost 2 am when you hear someone ring the bell. it was a warm night, you had shed layers of clothes opting to wear a tank top and shorts. the air was thick with humidity, a layer of sweat making your body glow under the dim lights of your apartment. you get up from your comfortable position on bed â legs curled and on your side scrolling on your phone. stretching your sore arms you walk to your front door. you look through the peephole and see none other than your new roommate toji. you both met for the first time in a cafe after she answered to your post looking for a roommate to split rent. she was truly a sight to behold. decked in comfortable looking clothes, a pair of baggy jeans and a form fitting t-shirt that fit her large frame perfectly, a hint of her calvin klein boxers peeking through. she was charming, and nonchalant and you decided at that moment that you would not mind sharing an apartment with her.
you open the door and you are met with the sight of a very drunk toji.
"... i think i'm going to throw up."
girl.
toji's eyes burn as she throws up into the toilet bowl, stomach churning with nausea already. she can feel the beer make it's way back up to her mouth and she swears that she'll never drink again.
she feels your soft hand on her back as you coo at her plight. you draw soothing circles on her skin as she heaves again.
"s'okay toji, it's almost over." you say as she pukes her gut out for the final time and collapses on the bathroom floor.
you help her up and get her to brush her teeth. up and down, side to side. the foamy sounds growing louder as you move the toothbrush. she's taller than you, by a lot of inches than you can count so to reach up to her is a struggle, arms cramping up with the effort.
she's still very drunk, bubbles of her intoxication bursting around her.
you bring her to her room when you notice her outfit. she's wearing a black tank top, a little too tight on her skin paired with leather pants that seem a little too warm for the weather.
she seems to realise that too because the next thing you know she's tugging off her pants, sliding it off her long legs.
you quickly turn your back to her, fingers pressed against your wandering eyes.
"toji! y-you can't just do that!!" you whisper-yell, hoping she would stop nearly stripping in front of you.
"was too hot, fuckâ" she mumbles, "âm never fucking wearing leather again."
"are you dressed ?" you sigh in defeat, back still turned.
".... yeah, look at me baby."
toji was a flirty, sleazy and oh so mean drunk.
you turn to see her only wearing her thong and a graphic tee that is conveniently pulled over the curvature of her ass.
she looks at you face flushed and still manages to sneak in a wink.
".... i'm leaving."
she gets up and grabs you before you can leave pulling you into the bed with her. she holds you close as your face is pressed impossibly close to her chest, close enough to hear her beating heart.
"nooooo ... stay with me, please."
the next morning toji wakes up with the kind of headache that makes her want to hit her head against the wall. she groans as she gets up, back all kinds of fucked up. she rubs her eyes, sitting cross legged on the bed. once her vision clears, she notices something on her bedside table.
' your head probably hurts a lot rn >:( , so here's a painkiller and some water. take it after you eat the soup i've made. it's in the fridge ( heat it up for 30 seconds ) ! take care ~ ⥠p.s - your phone should be at 100% now , it's charging in the living room '
oh
she heats the soup and it tastes just right, making her feel a lot better. her phone is not dead and fully charged, her room definitely cleaned up and she realises even her makeup from the night before was removed. she takes the painkiller and heads to the couch where she pulls her phone out to text shiu.
t. fushiguro : i need to fuck my roommate shiu đž : girl, that's gay t. fushiguro : ...
it becomes unbearable for toji to be around you. her once 'super nice!' roommate becomes the star of every single one of her wet dreams. it doesn't even take a lot from you for toji to bite her fist in frustration.
you wearing a checked apron ? wet. you kissing her cheek goodbye ? horny. you passed out on the couch snoring ? she wants to eat you.
you were just so fucking cute.
she also starts wishing that you stopped becoming comfortable around her. just the other day, she was grabbing a quick bite from the kitchen when she's met with the sight of you wrapped in a fluffy turkey towel coming out of your shared bathroom.
"t-toji!" you yelp in surprise with her sudden presence. her heart beats so hard, as you come closer. your hair dripping wet, bare faced and a soft smile painted on your lips. the towel doesnt do much. its wrapped tightly around your breasts and she can see the soft peaks of your nipples. the towel was also way too short to cover your glistening thighs. fuck.
she thinks about the way you looked that one time as her fingers push deeper into her cunt. she tries not to think of you like that. you were too sweet to be the main character of her perverted fantasies. she imagines your eyes screwed tightly as she fucks deeper into you with her strap. she imagines every single one of her wildest fantasies.
would you bite ? would you scratch ? she thinks how delicious the drag of your manicured nails against her back would feel ? would you cry ? sob as she plays with your pretty clit ? she wants you under her already.
all of her fantasies manifests into existence on a normal saturday. she comes home to you seated in the dining table, with your lips pursed. you barely notice that toji's back home, mind clearly distressed.
"everything alright roomie ?" she asks, startling you. your eyes widen animatedly and you gasp.
"toji!" you take a deep breath in, "we need to talk."
fuck, toji thinks to herself. you probably found evidence of her debauchery somehow and wanted her to leave.
she clambers over to you and takes a seat, palms clammy. "y'er scaring me, doll."
you shake your head, anguished. "toj' we can't be roommates anymore..." you drop your head down, like a kicked puppy.
"oh."
"is it because you found my stash of your stolen pantâ" "i am attracted to you tojâ"
HUH
your mouth hangs, jaw dropped. toji is quick to turn red. she curses her stupid mouth. why didn't she wait till you talked ?
"you STOLE my panties ?"
"you are attracted to ME ?"
both of you fall silent. situation way out of both your hands.
"we should fuck now, obviously."
"you can't just say that !!"
toji had imagined you in 38 positions, 53 different outfits and 120 separate plot lines all involving you with your eyes rolled up your head with pleasure.
none of those fantasies even came close to the feeling of you sat on her lap, rubbing yourself against her thighs, your mewls don't go unnoticed as she bites your nipples, soft cries echoing through the room.
your nails raked against her naked back, eyes crossed in the simple pleasure of her thigh getting you off. she could feel you throbbing through the thin layer of frilly pink panties that you still had on.
you stop and look at toji, she almost worries that you don't want to continue this little game.
"toooji," you sound drunk, eyes lidded, "please let me taste you."
toji has you on your knees, carpet rubbing against your soft skin. her legs are sprawled out to the sides of your head, you vision looking straight at her pussy. she looks at you, elbows supporting her just so she can watch you try to give her head.
you start off slow, kissing her sensitive inner thighs. you take your time to press your lips softly against body, moist with arousal and sweat from the sweltering heat.
with precision, you lick a strong stripe along her slit. this action is enough to pull the softest sounding gasp from toji. you pull back, strands of her arousal attached to your lips. you calm your beating heart and try to ignore the way toji looks at you.
"go on, you were begging for this." she mocks you. you slowly use your fingers to spread her lips apart, a resounding squelch bounces off the walls.
"you are so wet toji....," you sigh dreamily as you press your lips to her clit. toji's hands make way to your head and pulls your hair, making you moan into her skin.
"y'er so nasty, so dirty for me, only me right baby ?" you nod and begin to make out with her cunt. you begin to drool as you taste her, the tanginess of her juices igniting your brain on fire.
you cry out together with her when you push your tongue into her pulsing hole, fluttering around the wet muscle that invades. she groans, pushing your head impossibly closer to her cunt.
you continue to eat her out, till her thighs begin to shake from exhaustion. you suddenly stop, looking up at toji with the widest doe eyes she's ever seen.
"please use me toji, wanna make you feel good."
that's all she needs to hear before she drags you back to her cunt, this time her hips grinding against your face. your nose bumps into her clit and she reels you in deeper.
"fuck, doll," she whispers, "i'm so fucking close." you hold on to her thighs as she fucks your mouth. your tongue is strained from the attention you give her, the wetness of her arousal like music to your ears. she does not pull you off when she squirts, painting your face with her juices.
your pants create clouds of heat against her skin, face flushed and content. suddenly you are flipped, eye to eye with toji caging you beneath her. her tits, enormous as they are, all for you to take in with your eyes hangs above you. there's a glint in her gaze that tells you that she's going to devour you.
"now, my turn."
toji has you in a mean mating press, as she fingers you. she grabs you and holds you close with a single hand on your waist. you know very well tomorrow you would wake up with the bruises of her rough padded fingers blooming on your skin. your legs ache from their bent position on her muscled shoulders.
"toooooji," you whine as you feel her spit on your cunt, "m' sensitive." you tremble with over sensitivity. your teeth clatters as she brings you closer to another orgasm, thumb working quickly against your sticky clit. she grins victoriously at your ruined state, makeup running down in streams as you look at her with stars in your eyes.
"fuck! don't look at me like that." she grunts as she shoves her thick fingers deeper into your aching cunt. she looks at the base of her knuckles, rings of your creamy release making her grow wetter with the anticipation of your release.
"baby, please, let me use my strap on you." she nearly begs, voice scratchy with need. you whine with embarrassment, eyes prickling with tears of humiliation as you nod.
"use your words," she taps your sloppy pussy. "tell me what exactly you want."
"stop teasing me..." you mewl, "please fuck me with your strap toji." you say with our fingers covering your eyes, streaming in vision of toji's satisfied face.
toji has you arched, ass rippling as she fucks into you with her emerald green strap. she grinds her hips against you. she bends over, hands massaging your tits and the way you would whimper whenever she rubbed your nipples between your fingers fell on deaf ears.
"atta girl, move against me just like that," she grouses as you throw slow circles against the strap. you feel her reach all the way up to your gut, the stretch nearly splitting you into half.
"hah! nghâ," you moan as you feel her bully her strap against your g-spot, nestled all the way in you, "âs'too much toj!" you try to say as you run from her strap. her pelvis bruises your ass with the force of her unforgiving thrusts. she cackles at your plight, suddenly flipping you to your side so she can fuck deeper.
the angle she has you in makes you feel like youve ascended heaven, the mean grind against your poor cunt as she slams her strap in a way that no one could withstand. all hours of her working out in the gym were paying off as she sees you sob, praying for release.
the plap-plap in the room doesn't stop until you squirt all over her strap, making a mess of your pink sheets.
"fuck! baby, that was amazing," she whispers at the wetness dripping off her body, she didnt know you could squirt. you crawl away from her before she grabs your ankle and pulls you back against her body again, "â awww baby, you didn't think that was all, right ?" she fills you up until you can't breathe, the wind knocked out of your lungs.
"once more, you can do itâ" you can almost feel her throb, "fuck, you look so pretty." this time she brings her nimble fingers to work on your pretty clit, sticky and gooey as she rubs circles on it.
"i'm so close !â" you cry out, her fast fingers making you taste your release. you cry out, eyes closed tightly from the pleasure of orgasming for the fifth time that night. she whistles as you squirt again, body giving up from the buzzing between your legs. your lashes flutter ready for a quick nap.
"i love ya' toji." you mumble out as you fall asleep, feeling toji pull out. her cleaning you up is all a fuzz, wet cloth wiping away all the fluids using your body as a canvas. you swear on life that at some point, she whispers a 'i love you too baby.' but you chalk it up wishful thinking.
when you wake up from your nap, you see toji on the bed next to you opening up a package. she looks happy, small smile on her scarred lip. she's still half naked, wearing a green satin robe left untied. she looks beautiful as the moonlight hits her.
"oh, you up? " she says as she holds the scissors in her mouth to use her hands to rip off the tape.
"what do you have there ?" she doesn't reply until she brings out the product.
its curved, pink and looks like a double ended dildo with ridges on them.
"pink is your favourite colour right ?"
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Good Cop, Bad Cop
Parenting with various Haikyuu men - sometimes you're the good cop, sometimes you're the bad cop.
Featuring: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader, Oikawa Tooru x reader, Tsukishima Kei x reader (okay, you're both kind of the bad cop in this one), Hinata Shouyou x reader
(Reader is referred to as Mom in Tsukishima's, the rest are gender neutral)
Ushijima Wakatoshi
You've just gotten home from the grocery store, and are attempting to put the groceries away while simultaneously preventing an all-out fist fight in the middle of the kitchen over the box of applesauce pouches. It's just the kind of day it's been.
Another shriek splits the air, and you massage your aching temples wearily. Normally, your son and daughter get along pretty well, but today is one of those days when neither of them is in a very good mood, and they've been taking it out on each other all day. Refereeing has become exhausting, and the headache pounding in your skull isn't making things any easier. The sound of the door latch has never been more welcome.
"What is all the yelling about?" The sound of your husband's deep voice immediately silences the squabble, your two children suddenly blinking up at him with the box still clutched between them. Oh, you are so jealous of this ability Wakatoshi has. "Applesauce?" He asks incredulously, plucking the box from their fingers and looking down at them with a frown.
"Sorry, Dad," They chorus meekly.
"Why don't you go to your rooms?" He suggests, in a voice that doesn't invite any arguments. "Start thinking about your actions today, because we'll be having a discussion about it later." They glance at each other before silently turning to do as they're told.
You sigh at the sound of their bedroom doors closing. "Tough day?" Wakatoshi asks, voice turning soft in a way that's only ever reserved for you and the kids. He cups your cheek in his hand, and you nod against it, leaning into his touch.
"Just what I said in the text," You murmur, referring to the exasperated message you'd sent him earlier that afternoon. "They've been at each other's throats all day. I wish I could manage them like you do."
"You do just fine," He runs his hand down your arm comfortingly. "I know they respect you and love you very much."
You nod again, though you're struggling to believe it right at the moment. "I just don't have your gift," You shrug, managing a small smile now that he's home and doing this with you.
"That's why we're a team," He says matter of factly, finally drawing you to him and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I'll get you some pain pills for that headache. After they kick in, we'll have a talk with them together."
"Thank you," You say softly, leaning in for one more kiss. You truly can't imagine doing this with anyone else.
Oikawa Tooru
You've just finished cutting the second apple and put the slices on the plate when your husband dances into the kitchen, your daughters bobbing behind.
"Okay," He sticks his head in the freezer, rummaging around a bit before pulling something out. "Who wants fudge ripple?" He holds up the carton of ice cream as your daughters bounce on their toes.
"Me! Me!" They wave their hands excitedly.
"Tooru," You say his name quietly, gesturing to the apples you'd just finished plating. "We're having apples for a snack tonight," You announce more loudly, plucking the box from your husband's fingers and tucking it back in the freezer.
"But Daddy said we could have ice cream!" The oldest pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Did he?" You ask lightly, quirking an eyebrow at your husband, who shrugs sheepishly. "Did you happen to tell him that we had ice cream this afternoon after we went to the park?"
Suddenly very interested in her toes, she murmurs, "No."
"Oops," He says quietly, shrugging and mouthing a sorry over the tops of their heads. You shake your head with a sigh.
"Sounds like we're having apples tonight, my loves," He says quickly, corralling them to the table to have a seat as you set down the plate of apples. "Why don't you tell me about what kind of ice cream you got this afternoon?" They sulk, but by the time they're tucked in bed, the incident seems mostly forgotten.
"Sorry about the ice cream thing," He apologizes after you've tucked yourself on the couch next to him. "They're sneaky!"
"They certainly are," You huff a soft chuckle, "I wonder where they got it from?" You muse, elbowing him gently in the side.
"Hey," He pouts, a mirror of your girls' pouting faces from earlier. "I won't be tricked next time." He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"We'll see about that," You murmur, knowing your daughters too well to be convinced, but too comfortable pressed against Tooru to care.
Tsukishima Kei
"It's just not fair!" Your son huffs, stomping louder than necessary through the kitchen. "You said Kaito could come over this afternoon, but now all of a sudden he can't?" He's glaring at you across the room.
"I said he could come over if you cleaned your room," You correct, "And you obviously haven't."
"What if I clean it now? Really quick?" He begs, "Then I don't have to tell him you lied to me."
You open your mouth, trying to formulate a response to that twisted logic, when Kei's office door opens.
"No," He says firmly, and your son turns to him, but can't get a word in before he continues. "Kaito is not coming over today, especially after the way you just spoke to your mother. I know you're smarter than that."
"But-" He says weakly, snapping his mouth shut when your husband's lips press into a thin line.
"I know you're not talking back to me as well." He says icily. "First, apologize to Mom. Then you can go clean your room from top to bottom. I want to hear the vacuum running."
Your son nods slowly. "Okay." He turns dutifully and looks at you. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"Thank you," You accept his apology with a nod, and that quickly he's off to his room. You close your eyes for a few moments, trying to quiet your exasperation.
"Sorry I butted in," Kei speaks from beside you though you hadn't heard him move across the room. "I just couldn't stop myself after what he said." His hand goes to the back of your neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there.
"It's fine," You sigh, "It was kind of getting away from me," You admit with a wry smile.
"Sometimes I wonder if this some sort of punishment for what an asshole I was as a kid," He says with a smile pulling at his lips, and you can't help the laughter that bubbles out.
"Well, I'm not sure what I did to deserve it, because I was a perfect angel," You reply smugly, pressing in to kiss him before he can argue.
Hinata Shouyou
You've been hearing slightly suspicious sounds for the last few minutes, but a sudden crash is finally enough to make you put down the shirt you're folding and follow the sound, dreading what you'll find.
"It didn't break!" Your daughter is saying, setting one of the lamps back up on the end table. A volleyball rolls to a stop at your feet, and you look from it to your daughter and your husband.
"Please tell me this isn't what it looks like," You say in a measured voice, "Because it looks like you were playing volleyball in my house." It's hard to say which of them looks more frightened.
"We weren't playing volleyball!" She pipes up nervously, "Dad was just showing me how to dig a spike like the one Bokuto-san made in yesterday's match."
"Oh?" You turn to your husband, who looks like he'd willingly jump in a hole if it were to open up in the floor. "Shouyou," Your voice is still even, which seems to make him squirm even more. "Can you tell me why, for even a moment, that seemed like something to do in the living room?"
"I, uh, didn't think about it?" He releases a nervous chuckle. "It wasn't her idea at all, I swear. It was all me." He valiantly takes the blame.
"My darling," You turn your attention to your daughter, "You should know better than to listen to your dad sometimes." You sigh. "Just take this back to the garage, okay?" She grabs the ball and dashes away, glad to be free from your disproving glare.
"I'm really, really sorry, baby!" Your husband immediately gushes, "I know it was stupid! It was, but she asked about it and I was just so excited to show her, I didn't think about it." You're trying hard, but it's almost impossible not to soften at the anguished look on his face.
"Feels like I have two kids sometimes," You can't help a small smile as you step toward him, letting him take your hands.
"I'm really sorry," He repeats, genuinely. "It won't happen again. Volleyballs belong outside," He repeats what has become your mantra.
"Very good," You smile a little wider, unable to resist pressing a small kiss to his lips.
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