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#(âĄâ ) ・â .ďžââ Luchino Diruse#I'm shaking rn I'm not even joking when I saw this I had to calm down#stay quiet and watch in silence#I feel like walking in circles around my room rn#oh my god. oh my god#COA video dropped and#on stage play Luchino is a gentleman and I've already got used to that but. but. but. but#this is different in so many levels#oh my god#I want to be passenger princess PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE#I DON'T CARE IF WE CRASH#i need to calmm down fr#helpme#Magnolia come here and tell him to calm down#ALSO THE BAND THING???? HELLO????#He looks different and I can't properly tell why idk#I TOTALLY DON'T MIND THO I JUST#ERMMMMRMRMMRMRMRMMM#hee...hej...h.eee..looks.....h..h.hhh....hhh.hh...h..ot#đłď¸ // blah blah
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#life is just. so incredibly sad and confusing and empty these days#however#i have felt as held as i could possibly feel#i have a mother who answers my three daily phone calls#and i have the baristas at my usual spot who make my usual coffee and don't ask why it's just been me recently even though they notice#i have friends who've let me stay in their home when my home wasn't bearable#friends who bundle me up and rub my back and watch me cry for the first time since meeting me#friends who bring me my favorite flowers without even knowing they're my favorite#and help me take my shots because i'm not done needing help#and friends who've let me go completely radio silent because this situation is more complicated than anything has ever been#and just explaining even the facts is too overwhelming#and i have a stupid cat who sleeps under the covers with me every night#and i have plants to keep alive#and i have the library to sit in when i need quiet but not silence#and i have my enormous gigantic heart that loves so hard it knocks the wind out of me#and i have whoever's going to love me next waiting around to meet me when it's time#and i have this healthy body and this almost-healed chest and two lungs and two hands#i have even more than all of that too#anyway
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hello one more infodump before bedtime
i am soso excited for the gem fwhip n fae stuff to go down much fun much character development to ensue (i will give the girlfailure an identity crisis)
but something i just sort of thought of since I saw this soldier poet king trend spilled to our lil discord is how gem is a soldier who wanted to be a king
(copy pasted straight from the discord server out into the world now)
gem was given a duty to her kingdom from the start she's their princess! but she brought upon the kingdom's downfall and was told so time and time again she is a curse, a disaster, a punishment. and she so desperately doesn't want it all to be true and tries to prove it wrong by fulfilling that duty she never got a chance to fulfill
but whats duty to the kingdom if there's no kingdom so shes rebuilding it and fighting against the very thing that tore it down in the first place. the curse, the corruption, her, the things she brought in the first place and she doesn't know any other way to keep it all away other than with her sword. do she fights and fights and fights and she is tired of it all but this is duty. this is duty to her kingdom but it's become the duty of a soldier instead of that of a king.
oh i absolutely love your writing style..... i love the rhythm of it. it's so lovely it's like a poem you'd read in your bathroom in the morning, your voice echoing and faltering and breaking. i really really love that . yeah
i am going to be. so emotional about her,, dude genuinely, if you ever want to dump gem lore on me i am more than happy to receive
(seconded to everyone else! i. absolutely love learning lore about peoples' characters. it's genuinely one of my favourite things, so please feel free to slip into asks or dms or whatever!)
#the tragedy of trying to be who you were built into.#i have a character who's a spy. and she's been a spy all her life#usually it's fine. usuallyâ she sits and watches over the princeâ or the town; carries out her duties as orderedâ as always.#but there are quiet nights where she is sitting alone. and she thinks very softly that she might like to read a book or to sing#(or to mourn.)#but there is no book she has ever read for the purpose of reading. no song she has ever sung that was not a performance#(there is nothing to mourn. nobody had ever existed to mourn.)#(it's one thing to grieve a personhood you've lost; another altogether to grieve who you could have been but can never achieve.)#and so she just sits there. in the silenceâ and darkâ and cold. just. waiting.#i . feel like your gem might be similar to that#just. one fight to the nextâ trying desperately not to stumble in between#she is the curse and she is the cure and she is killing her kingdom and she is dying and she is alive. somehow.#and despite it all. despite everything. the voice in her head that can only be selfish thinks quietly that she wants to stay that way.#. that's the way i'm reading that at least#whether i'm right? who knows pffsgfds#asks#eswap#eswap au
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Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader đđ
đđ synopsis. youâre the only one deserving of lord sukunaâs.. direct affection.
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called âdoll.â
youâre standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. youâre all awaiting the one person youâre serving; ryomen sukuna.
itâs silent. the women donât dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraumeâs presence. youâre thankful for them. you really donât want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.
youâre all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. itâs official business, but youâre needed as a sign of your lordâs high status. youâre basically his trophies that he likes to show off.
âinteresting choice of clothing,â sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that heâs addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, âwhoâs chosen that for you?â
you glance down at your kimono. itâs a beautiful redâsuiting the color of sukunaâs eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.
him.
âmy lady-in-waiting, my lord,â you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. theyâre dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasnât paid them any mind. not even a glance.
sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.
âlord sukuna,â uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, âweâll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.â
itâs a gentle reminder, but thereâs some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyesâhe may have some official business, but heâs not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. âsilence,â he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.
your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukunaâs hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naĂŻvetĂŠ is making him want to destroy it.
youâre unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your bodyâyour waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.
itâs rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.
youâve tasted him. youâve felt his tongue slither against yours. youâve had his saliva mix with yours. youâve had him grunting in your mouth.
youâve had it all.
no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukunaâs grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. itâs his favorite thing to do.
âpretty thing,â sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that youâre still outside and surrounded by othersâwho are basically waiting on you two to be done.
youâre embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukunaâs chest. but he will not let you until heâs had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.
âmy lord,â you whine quietly. you know thisâll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. youâre unsure if itâs a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.
his mouth doesnât stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that heâs claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.
you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows youâre right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.
all that official business can suck his dick.
sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. youâre breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. youâre flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukunaâs chiseled chest. youâre sure thisâll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. youâll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.
the king of curses notices that you donât let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.
âwhat? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?â sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you donât let go of him since youâre still cooling off. youâve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.
you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. âno, my apologies, my lord,â you straighten the material of your kimono and donât even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since theyâre used to their lordâs antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once youâre back home.
sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. heâs nice enough to do so today.
âheh.â sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of youâthe others silently following, as do you. youâre right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, âjust so yâknow, iâm not done with you.â
you know sukuna isnât. you can easily tell by the way that he didnât even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. heâs wearing that stain like itâs a medal of sorts. evidence that youâre the only one heâs ever going to show such affection to.
either way; youâre in for one hell of a ride once youâre back from your little business trip.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n#jjk fluff#sukuna fluff
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pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader
summary: after one heated and spontaneous night together, aaron canât seem to get his pretty subordinate (or her pussy) out of his head.
content warnings: smut, 18+, minors do not interact!, pussy!whipped hotch, age gaps, dirty talk, rough unprotected office sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving in the past), choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, groping, some angst if u squint, love confessions and some asshole behavior, hotch is a munch and masturbates in his office.
word count: 6.5k (yeaâŚ)
a/n: this may seem a lil out of character for hotch? we all know heâs a professional thru and thru but the point is this is that heâs pussy whipped! also lots of flashbacks in italics whoopsies <3
Aaron was sure he was going crazy.
Or maybe he already was, and he was just starting to feel the effects of his craziness.
Aaron Hotchner, usually poised in a way that unwillingly intimidated others and made them back away from him, was unraveling in a way he had never done so before.
Having a one-night stand with his subordinate, the same subordinate he had been harboring painfully arising feelings for literal years, often led to such a reaction.
He could still recount every single detail from that night, from the moment the tension between you both began building itself up to the moment it actually snapped. It was as if he had everything engraved in his mind; the views he never thought he'd get to see to the things he never thought he would get to feel etched into his brain.
It had all been a blur that night, and a part of Aaron still couldnât wrap his head around the fact that you reciprocated his attraction towards you, letting him, not only touch you but also fuck you.
You two had stayed up late in your shared hotel room only to talk, really. After you and the rest of the team had wrapped up a somewhat good case, you only wanted to rant to one another. Aaron knew that you werenât a âwhiskey girl,â or whatever it was that you said, but he had offered you a drink either way.
Neither one of you had even gotten tipsy, so he couldnât even blame it on the alcohol. But the connection had always been there, though, one thing finally leading to another and all the unsaid words and stolen glances between you both began to surface.
It was as if everything you both silently felt for another was starting to seep through and everything that hindered you from telling each other no longer mattered.
It had felt so hot, from the way you held him close with your legs wrapped around his waist to the messy yet passionate kisses you shared, your bodies connected beneath.
It was everything Aaron envisioned it to be. But, as magical and heated as it was, he was the one to have ended things before they even had a chance at starting.
The morning after, as soon as you had both untangled your bodies from one another and got dressed to get back home to Quantico, he had done the stupidest thing imaginable.
âWe shouldnât do this again.â
You froze in your spot, half-way through tugging your pants up your legs. You blink at him from where he stood on the other side of the bed, already dressed, âThis?â
âYes.â Aaron says, voice awfully neutral.
You frown, jutting out your bottom lip that same way you did when you were thinking, âMay I ask why?â
He takes a deep breath, âIâm your boss,â he gives you a pointed look, as if he had to remind you after fucking you dumb, âand youâre my subordinate. This goes against several workplace regulations and if anyone were to find out we could both lose our jobs.â
Youâre quiet for several moments after that, and Aaron uses the silence to his advantage to prepare for any arguments you could be thinking of to use against him. He canât seem to read you, though, your expression pensive as you stare at the floor.
Then you shrug. âOkay.â You say, simple and nonchalant.
Aaron watches as you continue finishing getting ready and he doesnât know if he should ask if you were actually okay with it.
He decides that itâs for the best, not getting any pushback or having to argue on why heâs just subconsciously pushing you away after having one of the best nights of his life.
âOkay.â He repeats, giving you a small nod, even though you werenât looking at him. With one last glance to your surprisingly calm figure, he finishes collecting the rest of his things and heads out of the room.
Even after the team had checked out of their hotel and settled onto the jet, you didnât spare him a second glance. You hadnât necessarily moved to ignoring him or silently lashing out, but it was as if everything went back to normal, with no mentions or glances back to that night.
That should be what was driving him crazy; the way he didnât know if you were only calm because you were planning on going to the higher-ups, to HR, about what had happened. If you were secretly planning on putting him on blast out of anger or betrayal or telling him that he had coerced you to sleep with him and threatened you in case you didnât.
No. What was driving him crazy was that he couldnât get you out of his head, even after he broke things off.
Everything was engraved into his mind, from the sight of you on your knees, mouth full of his cock while you stared up at him with tear-pricked eyelashes and basked in his praises. Or the way your nails dug into his skin as he thrusted into you and the way you felt around him, all while he took pleasure in the sweet sounds he emitted from you every second.
He was going mad, and the already established feelings he had for you werenât helping, either.
Aaron stared at you from inside his office, studied your features from afar whilst you sat on your desk. Your face was set in a neutral expression, flickering your attention from your computer screens to the physical files in front of you, but all he could see was the same face and person morphed into the one that had been withering in pleasure underneath him.
âHotchâŚâ you whine, a hand wrapped around his bicep as he dipped a finger inside your glistening pussy.
He watched as your back arched off the bed, throwing your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his thick digit inside you, âWhat, sweetheart?â He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue easily. âWhat do you need? Hm?â
Your hips stuttered as he inserted another finger, thrusting them in and out you, âY-You. I want you. Inside me.â You peered at him through your fluttering lashes, your mascara smudged underneath your eyes from the tears that had slipped out while you were sucking his cock.
âYeah?â His voice is filled with amusement and bewilderment, one part of him indulging in seeing you this wayâall disheveled and needy for himâwhile the other was still stunned at the whole thing. âWant my cock inside you after you just had it in your mouth?â
You nod meekly at his words, a sweet pout adorning your flushed lips.
Despite the heat and tension that suffocated the room, Aaronâs heart fluttered at the sight of you. The way you were asking for him ever so bashfully after just giving him the best head of his life tugged at his heartstrings and made his cock twitch.
âPlease,â you whisper, bucking your hips upwards. A stuttered gasp emits from your lips when you feel the tip of his dick prod at your sopping entrance, âAaronâŚâ
Aaron lets out a low, throaty groan at the sound of his first name mumbled in desperation, and he thinks back to all the times heâs thought about you like this. How many times heâs dreamed of having you underneath him, encaged by his broad figure and whining for him.
âI got you, sweet girl,â he says promisingly. He lifts himself to his full height on his knees, lining himself up with your entrance and holding onto the meat of your thigh. Another groan utters from the back of his throat, mixed in with your gasps and puffs of breath as he begins to sink inside you.
A knock on his office door forces Aaron to snap out of his train of thought. He looks down at himself, registering the painfully hard boner he was now sporting. Quickly, he scooted further into his desk so that the tent in his pants wouldnât be visible by whoever was knocking on his door. Clearing his throat, he lets out a somewhat proper âcome in.â
In walks Garcia, and Aaron doesnât know if he should be thankful or mortified it was her out of all people.
âSir?â She asks politely, files in hand and head tilted in an ever so Penelope manner. âWeâre ready whenever you are.â
Right. It was barely nine in the morning and Aaron was already sporting a growing tent in his suit pants.
He nods, doing his best to feign being busy, âIâll be there in five, Garcia.â
He wants to think he comes out as somewhat normal, but panic surges through him briefly when her expression turns into a curious one.
âAre you alright, sir?â She takes a step forward and Aaron has to hold himself back from screaming for her to stay where she is. âYou look red and pale at the same time.â
He shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively yet good-naturedly, âIâm fine. Jack is coming down with something and I think I might be, too.â
Great. Now he was using his innocent son as a scapegoat for his own horniness and bad decisions. Some father he was.
Garcia nods, looking convinced enough before bidding him a nod shuffling out of his office and closing the door behind her.
Aaron lets out a breath he didnât even know he was holding in. His boner had softened the slightest bit, and he was conflicted in trying to make it go down completely or taking care of it right here and now. But the thought of having to face his team after fucking himself into his fist mortified him. Of seeing you, right after fucking himself into his fist to the thought of you after leaving you hanging coldly.
He opted out of it, though it took more than five minutes to settle himself before heading over to the conference room. Once again, he tried to play it as casual as possible while he walked to his seat with everyone staring expectantly at him, including you.
âLetâs get started.â
The teamâs briefings went on as so, everyone presenting their perspective cases and discoveries within them. It was a bit easier to lose focus of what he was thinking earlier when the gory crime scenes showed up on the TV screen each time someone went up, but all focus was lost when it was your turn.
You stood from your seat, taking the control from Penelopeâs hands and talking everyone through the case you were currently focusing on.
Aaron held his fist up to his face as he tried to focus on the details of the case instead of you and your entire being. Your hair whipped out and into your face each time you looked from the screen and back to the team. The top part of your dress twisted with each turn and motion you made, the bottom part of it creasing along with it. Was it a new dress?
Didnât matter. It didnât compare to the pajama shorts he had slowly, almost tauntingly, pulled down your legs beforeâ
â...makes me think heâs keeping them in a secluded space. He obviously likes the control and the pleasure of having his victimsâ screams and cries for help to himself, so Iâve advised police to search condemned and empty areas far away from the city and even on the outskirts of the town.â You finished with a nod and once again Aaron was snapped away from his unholy thoughts.
While everyone else added their own commentary and advice, Aaron realized he had been the only to have not said anything during your presentation, too preoccupied with you once more.
âAdding in the possibility of him keeping them outside of the main town the victims have been found in was a smart move,â He quickly added, trying his best to comment on what he had paid attention to. His breath hitched when you turned to look at him. âLaw enforcement might have missed that and can collaborate with police from the next town over. Good job.â
You smiled softly and nodded in appreciation, âThank you.â
Fuck. How were you so nonchalant about this? Aaronâs mind wandered back to the probability of you getting back at him by going to Strauss about your rendezvous. It was only early morning Monday, the first day back in the office after said events, so it wasnât a surprise he hadnât heard anything from her. Yet.
He nodded back in response, though, casting his gaze downwards and collecting his things, âGreat. I expect everyoneâs reports to be on my desk by tonight, please.â
Everyone stood from their seats, shuffling out of the room with mumbled conversations. Aaron held back, taking his time in looking through his files and stacking them together while you did the same, leaving the two of you alone once everyone else had gone.
He wanted to say something, gather the courage to ask you something. Anything, just to make sure you were alright. If the two of you were still right, in spite of everything.
Only when you finished collecting things did he bring himself to open his mouth, a soft utterance of your name to get your attention.
You stopped in your tracks, a good couple feet away from him and the door. You stared at him, waiting for him to speak with a neutral expression on your face.
Not one of annoyance or irritation. Just expectant.
God, you really were driving him crazy.
You raised a brow when he didnât say anything, ââŚYes?â
He clears his throat again before asking, âIs everything okay?â
You blink and tilt your head, dumbfounded, âWhy wouldnât it be?â
Aaron grips at his files, guilt consuming him all over again. âWith us,â he clarifies, swallowing harshly. âIs everything okay with us?â
You blink a couple more times, eyes wandering to the side as if youâre trying to catch onto what heâs implying.
It makes his heart churn.
âOh.â You finally say, meeting his gaze. âYes. We both agreed, no? To what you said.â
Aaron canât decipher if the smile you give him is genuine or jeering, and he canât tell if what you say last is clarifying as his answer or if itâs something underlyingly petty.
Either way itâs something. Youâve given him something and heâll take it.
He nods finally, âYes, we did.â
You shrug, smiling a bit wider this time, âAll good then.â
He gives another curt nod, stepping to the side so you could exit the room. He moves to follow behind you, but he gets a whiff of your perfume as soon as you brush past him. The scent makes him halt and he has to hold onto one of the back posts of a chair to stabilize himself.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling the remnants that linger behind you for a moment.
He truly was going crazy.
The rest of the day goes by the same and hardly any work gets done on Aaronâs end. Heâd scribble whatever he needed to write down or fill out then get distracted by the void of you.
It was getting impossible for him to keep working with the relentless problem that was his ongoing boner. He was tucked into his desk all the way yet it hurt whenever he leaned forward or backwards while moving around. Oftentimes he tried to give himself some sort of relief by running a hand over himself, but it didnât help much, and the dirty thoughts about you certainly didnât either.
The sounds that filled the room were lewd, your gags and moans from below mixed in with Aaronâs grunts and words of encouragement echoing off the hotel roomâs walls. His large hand was entangled in your hair, pushing your head forward to take more of him, as if your jaw wasnât aching enough already.
Though there wasnât a way for him to tell, really. You gave no sign or indication that you wanted him to stop, your tongue swiping at the head of his cock each time he dipped your head even more. Saliva pooled from your tongue and leaked from your mouth, dripping into the carpeted floor and entailing a trail from your lips to your chin.
Aaronâs head was thrown back in utter pleasure and astonishment, bewildered that youâd ever be doing this to him. He didnât want to finish before you, but it was taking everything him to not give in and fuck your face the way he truly desired.
Heâd never received head this good, nor had he received it much recently. His legs were spread with you settled in between them contently. âThatâs it sweetheart,â he mumbled, brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face lovingly. âTaking me so good, such a good girl.â
His praises only edged you on even further, bobbing your head up and down a couple more times before pulling off of him with a slick âpop!â You rest your head on his thigh in an attempt to catch your breath, a shaky, stuttered sigh heaving from your chest as your hand comes up to continue the rest of your work.
Aaron has to run a hand over his face to try and keep his composure, his nails digging into the skin of his palm albeit their short length. He throws his head back against his chair, a grunt threatening to emit from his throat as he coercively runs his hand over his boner.
At least he wishes he can say itâs coercively, really itâs just a tainted image of you heâs embedded in his own dirty mind.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to give in and reach inside his pants, sparing another careful glance to his now locked office door before springing his painfully hard cock free. A low, pleased grunt spills from his pursed lips as he wraps his hand around himself. He gives his length a good tug, bucking his hips up instantaneously, the same way he did when you first wrapped your mouth around him.
Still, as cautiously and quietly as possible, he begins to stroke at his length, a hand covering his mouth as he continues to dart his eyes from below himself to his doorâas if anyone would walk in at any second and catch him jerking himself off in his own government-issued office.
He begins to imagine that his fist is you. That youâre sitting in the space between his legs with your hot mouth licking long stripes up his length and that your hand is toying with his balls the same way you did before. It only makes him pump at his fist even faster, the hand that was covering his mouth shooting down to the armrest of his chair, gripping at the cushioned leather as he began to reach his high.
âFuck, Hotch, fuck!â Your whines are eccentric, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Your legs wrap around Aaronâs waist, pulling him closer to you as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy.
Aaron groans loudly, silently thanking that his and yours room was placed further down the hall from everyone elseâs. His hands rest at the bottom of your thighs, his large hand gripping the flesh for support as he pounds into you relentlessly. Your pussy grips him like a vice and your nails dig into the skin of his biceps from where you hold him.
His sight is focused on you only, the way your tits bounce with each thrust and the way your mouth is curled into a wide âoâ from the pleasure youâre receiving.
âSo good for me, baby,â he mumbles, hand coming down to grab at your breast, squeezing possessively before leaning down to crash his lips against yours hungrily.
You whine through the kiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging while your other hand scratches at his back. A string of saliva connects at your lips when he pulls away, his head dipping down to kiss and suck at your neck while he grabs your hips to better pistol himself inside you.
A moan echoes through the room again and straight to his ear, your back arching into his chest, âFeels so good, Aaron, so good!â
Aaronâs release sputters everywhere messily and he has to bite at his fist to stop himself from groaning loudly. His come spills onto parts of his leg, his desk, and even onto the floor. He leans back into his chair, trying to contain himself and his heaving chest.
He takes a look at the mess he createdâthe mess you unknowingly entailed from him. Like clockwork, the paranoia and guilt from doing this begins to seep in and heâs quick to snatch a handful of tissues from the box he kept on the corner of his desk to clean himself up. He tucks himself back into his pants then moves to clean at his desk and his floor.
Clearly, he hadnât known what he was thinking. Not when it came to calling things off between the two of you before they even happened and certainly not now after he realized the spell he was currently in.
The last hour of the work day comes by agonizingly slowly. After his little session, Aaron finds it a little bit easier to get the rest of his work done (key word: a little bit). The rest of the members all begin to spill into his office to hand in their finished paperwork and files, all of them sparing him brief glances of curiosity and concernâthe same way Garcia had done earlierâbefore bidding him goodnight and leaving.
The only one that hasnât come to hand in anything was you. He knew you were still here, he could see you sitting at your desk from the view through his blinds, scribbling away casually like you had been doing so the whole day. After you had stalled to follow behind the rest of your co-workers, Aaron had gotten up from his desk and pretended to be walking around his office with a file in hand, lifting his head every few minutes to see if you were ever making your way towards him to turn in your work.
He wanted desperately to know what you were thinking. If you were secretly being tortured by the recollections of your hook-up, too, or if you truly didnât care about him basically dumping you after having sex with you and telling you that it could never happen again due to your perspective titles.
With a defeated sigh, he closes the file he was still pretending to read. His eyes instinctively travel back to where your desk was at and his breath immediately catches in his throat when he sees that you arenât there. He hears the sound of footsteps approaching closer and closer through the staircase that leads up to his office and you walk in soon after.
You freeze in the doorway when you see that heâs already staring at you. Your eyes flicker to a space behind him then back at him before you take a tentative step back and glance at the clock hung on the wall facing his desk, âUh, is this a bad time?â
âNo!â Aaron takes a step forward when you take another one back. He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, âNo, no, itâs not. I didnât know you were still here. Everyone else left almost half an hour ago.â
âOh,â you glance back behind you to the rest of the bullpen before looking back at him. âI was just finishing up the reports you said you wanted done by the end of today.â You jut your chin toward the stack of files you were carrying in one arm.
âRight.â He clears his throat, motioning to the pile of files the rest of the team had stacked on his desk. âYou can just leave them there.â
You nod, giving him a small smile.
He watches as you walk over to his desk, taking in your appearance while you double-check that everything was correct. He swallowed harshly, taking in the way your skirt hugged your lower figure perfectly the same way it did during the morning debriefing. Your hair flows ever so slightly and he takes in a good look at your side profile when you tuck a loose strand behind your ears while you continue to flip through the pages of your file.
Youâre breathtakingly gorgeous and Aaron doesnât know if what suddenly makes him start walking up behind you is from what heâs felt since sleeping with you or if itâs everything heâs felt since way before that.
You halt your movements when you feel his presence directly behind you, gasping when you turn and find how close he was standing.
âHotchââ you gulp, heat blooming through your cheeks albeit feeling confused. âW-What are you doing?â
Aaron takes in your tone and he can tell that youâre not asking in a disgusted, annoyed way, more so in a flustered way. He lifts a hand to brush the hair that frames your face past your face but doesnât actually move to do it, keeping it there to see if you push him away. But you donât. So he brushes it away.
âI canât get you out of my head.â He mumbles, eyes boring into the side of your face as you stare up at him as best as you can from your practically rigid figure.
You scoff, a sound filled with so much humor yet so little at the same time, âYou were the one that said this couldnât happen again.â You twist your head, trying to turn your body around more with the way he had you pressed against the front of his desk.
âThat was a mistake,â he whispers. He dips his head so that his mouth is by your ear, watching you shiver from the proximity.
âA mistake?â You repeat, brows raised. You lull your head to the side but you donât know if you do it to get away from him or to grant him access to your neck.
Aaron takes it as the latter and hovers his lips over your skin, the same spot where he had left splotches of pink and purple last time.
âYes,â he confirms, âa mistake.â
You want to ask why he said it then, want to press him for answers but you canât when his hot breath sends shivers down your spine and arms. Your legs go weak when he brings a hand around you to wrap at your middle, big hand splayed across your stomach to pull you in even closer, if possible.
âH-Hotch,â you clear your throat. âWe canât. You said so yourself.â You roll your shoulders back in a weak effort to push him away, but all he does is hold you tighter.
âI was wrong,â he mutters, pressing a feather-light kiss to the very side of your neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of your perfume again and letting out a pleased hum from the back of his throat. âI was so wrong.â
You gasp when he flings an arm out in front of you, proceeding to knock over the multiple things from his desk. Files, pens, and other trinkets fly off the hard wood and land on the floor with a loud crash. Aaron spins you around before you can process the whole mess, turning you around so that you were facing him.
âAaron-!â Your mind is a whirlwind as he grabs at your hips and easily sets you down on the edge of the desk. His lips crash onto yours messily and you hum, satisfied.
The kiss quickly becomes sloppy and hungry, muffled whines as you two practically devour one another. Your hands wrap around his neck while his own roam your body, curious hands searching for the zipper of your dress and bunching up the fabric in the process. You mewl when he finally finds it and slowly tugs it down. You break apart from the kiss in order to help him, scrambling from side to side so that it comes off from under you.
Aaron lets out a groan at the sight of you as he tosses the dress to the side. Youâre wearing a matching set: a lacy white bra that cups your breasts gorgeously and a lacy white thong paired with it. It takes everything in him to not come undone right then and there.
Holding your gaze, Aaron sinks to his knees, shrugging off his suit jacket as he kneels before you.
âAaronâŚâ
He immediately shushes you, discarding the jacket somewhere next to your dress on his office floor. âSpread your legs for me, sweetheart.â
Instead of obeying, you knock your knees together bashfully, the fat of your thighs pressing against each other.
Aaronâs eyes darken at your shy defiance. âI said spread your legs.â His hands come out to grab behind your knees and you gasp again when he spreads them apart forcefully, large hands holding them in place.
âOh, sweet girl,â he utters, gaze locked on your soaked panties. His palms slide down your legs, eyes flickering back up at you as he begins to kiss at your calves. Each peck to your skin leaves a wet trail from your earlier kiss and you whine in anticipation as he makes his way up before coming face to face with your pussy. His fingers hook themselves inside the thin fabric and you immediately get the message, lifting your hips once more so he could slide them down your legs
Aaron swiftly shoves the wet material into his pockets, wasting no time before diving straight in and burying his head in between your thighs.
His tongue swiping at your folds elicits a loud moan from you, your hands shooting out to grab at his head, âAaron!â You yell out, fingers tangling in his hair to stabilize yourself from the suddenness.
Aaron grunts from below you, the sound sending vibrations up your body and causing you to arch into his touch. He didnât know how he hadnât thought of tasting you that night in the hotel room, too preoccupied with the pleasure he had received from you. Butâdare he sayâthis was better than head, better than anything else he had ever gotten, tasted or even done. He wasnât even a minute into devouring you and he had already decided that this was the best pussy he had ever had in his whole life.
âFuck, sweetheart. You donât know how many times Iâve thought about this pussy.â He lapped at your juices, mouth hot on your dripping cunt. His hands continued to grip at your thighs, large palms still keeping you in place from where you were writhing in pleasure.
âA-Aaron,â you whimper, grinding your hips against his face. âPlease, I need you. Need you so bad.â
Your head was thrown back in utter bliss, hips stuttering with each nibble at your clit. Your fingers tugged his face closer despite the longing you had to feel him inside you, caging his head to keep him there.
Aaron couldnât help but bask in the sounds he was pulling from you. It was as if his mouth had a mind of his own and all it could focus on was licking up every single one of your juices, the taste nearly intoxicating. He flickered his eyes up to you, taking in the way your chest heaved and your breasts pushed against the cups of your bra, practically spilling out.
Without removing his tongue from your pussy, he reaches behind you and easily undoes the hooks.
You let the straps fall from your shoulders and aid him in tossing it somewhere in the room along with your dress. Desperately, you reach for Aaronâs hands and place them on your breasts, groaning when he rolls each already hard and sensitive nipple in between your fingers.
Your legs begin to shake and youâre quick to wrap them around Aaronâs head, the heels of your feet digging into his muscular back. âMm, fuck, âm gonna cum,â you toss your head back as the coil in your belly threatens to snap.
âYeah?â He teases, angling his head so that he could spit onto your cunt, all before diving right back in and swirling it together with your arousal. âYou gonna cum on my mouth, honey?â
You nod, feverishly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.
âGo ahead, pretty,â Aaron ushers, voice deep and rough from his non stop nibbling and sucking. âCome on my mouth, sweetheart.â
A certain bite on your clit immediately has you seeing stars and the office is soon filled with your cries of ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you violently. Your body shakes and stutters as you ride out the high on his face, leaning backwards until your back was resting against his desk.
Aaron doesnât relent even as you begin to come down from your high, enhancing the way your legs shook from where they were wrapped around him.
âNo, n-no more, Aaron, p-please,â you begged, keeping your back on the desk while weakly attempting to push him away.
âJust one more, honey. You can give me one more, canât you?â
You donât get the chance to answer, back arching off the desk as his fingers prodded at your entrance briefly before he shoved two inside. A high-pitched moan emitted from your swollen lips and your hips rutted against his face once more as he scissored the thick digits inside your gummy walls.
âThatâs it, pretty girl, thatâs it,â Aaronâs sultry words only encouraged you further, his face wet with your arousal and the release of your first orgasm. âIâm gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. But first you gotta give me another one.â
His thumb came up alongside his mouth to rub rough circles on your already sensitive, swollen clit and you immediately felt that coil snap once more, mixing in with the first orgasm you hadnât even properly come down from.
âAaron, Aaron, Aaron!â You mumbled dumbly, mouth agape and head hanging back from the desk as you rode out your second high on his face, the heavy wood shaking with every motion.
Aaronâs head was buried even further in between your legs, lips trying to catch every single drop that leaked from your hole, pulling out your fingers and cleaning them with a swirl from his tongue. He delivered a sweet kiss to your folds before standing, his knees cracking in response to being kneeled on the ground for so long.
He leans over, bringing a guiding hand to the back of your neck to get you to sit up, âYou good, honey?â Aaron asks, brushing away the stray hands of hair that had stuck to your face. âStill with me?â
You hum, nodding weakly, âNeed you, Aaron.â
Aaron chuckles at your fucked-out form, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, âI got you, sweetheart. Bend over the desk for me.â
You stand on wobbly legs and do as he says blindly, the need to have him inside you outshining your nearing overstimulation. You feel yourself salivate as the sound of him undoing his belt is heard from behind you and you look back to watch him pull himself out from his boxers.
He hears you gasp when his cock springs out and hits against his stomach, tip an angry red and leaking with precome. He wraps a hand around himself and groans at how painfully hard he was. He quickly lines himself up with your entrance, slapping his length against your dripping folds before easing himself inside little by little.
You whine from in front of him when he bottoms out, the tip of his dick easily hitting your sweet spot the same way it did before in the hotel. This time, though, it feels even better with how wet you already were, his cock glistening when he pulls out before shoving himself back in roughly.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to set a brutal pace, hands on your hips as he begins to pound into you from behind ruthlessly, a stark contrast from the way he had asked you if you were okay.
âFuck, sweetheart. You have no idea how crazy youâve driven me since I first fucked this pretty pussy,â Aaron grunted form behind, fingers digging so hard into your hips he was sure there would be an imprint there. âHad to get myself off in my own office, thatâs how crazy you had me going.â
You donât answer. You canât answer. Your mouth is wide open, small huffs the only noise you can make while a line of saliva drools from your tongue. Itâs only when you feel him wrap your hair in his hand and pull your back flush against his chest that you squeal, the angle pushing his cock further inside you.
âYou like that, pretty?â He asks deeply, voice hoarse and gravely as he continues to pound into your pussy, the squelching that comes from beneath scandalous. âLike getting this pussy fucked by me, huh?â
You nod dumbly, too fucked out to properly answer him. A harsh slap against your ass makes you cry out, the sting somewhat snapping you back to reality.
âAnswer me,â Aaron commands, tugging at your hair and making your back arch even further against him. âDid I fuck you dumb like last time?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble, legs shaking even in your standing position. âI l-love it, Aaron. Feels so g-good.â
He chuckles against your ear, the way you could barely register his questions only making him quicken his pace, âYou gonna come on my cock, sweetheart? Gonna give me one more wrapped around me?â
You nod with as much fervor as possible, âYes, y-yes, can I, Aaron? Want you to c-cum inside me, please.â
âYeah? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?â He asks. He doesnât bother to correct you when you donât answer, instead snaking his hand to your front and down to your pussy.
The feel of him rubbing circles on your clit is the final push you need before youâre clenching around him, body trembling against him as he continues his assault on your swollen bud.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to spill his own release inside you, giving you a couple more shallow thrusts as he comes down from his own high.
You whine when you feel him pull out, a string of your mixed releases following suit on the tip of his cock.
âSo good, baby,â he praises, wrapping a hand around your neck gently and pressing soothing kisses on your cheek. âDid so good for me.â
You lean your head against his shoulder as he reaches for some tissues to clean you up, âSo I guess weâre definitely doing this again?â
Aaron laughs, a pink adorning his cheeks, âYes. Yes, we are. In fact, Iâm telling everyone to work from home tomorrow so I can take you on a proper date. Iâm not risking going crazy again.â
You suppress a giggle, âYou went crazy? Over my pussy?â
He sighs, âIf only you knew.â
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how do you sleep?
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more
warnings: 18+ MDNI, jackson era, soft!joel, comfort, undefined relationship, getting together, mentions of nightmares & insomnia, smut, unprotected piv, slow/intimate sex, creampie
word count: 3.3k
âWhasâwrong?â
You didn't mean to end up here again. It's the third night this week you swiped Joel's key from under the doormat and found yourself standing in his bedroom doorway.
"Can't sleep," you reply, barely above a whisper. Exhaustion seeps into your voice, permeating your limbs the longer you remain standing.
He already knows why you're here. Ever since you, Joel, and Ellie arrived in Jackson and were offered homes of your own, rest evades you more than it ever did on the road. It's too quiet here, and your racing mind fills the silence with the horrors of a life lived in constant fear.
You know you're safe now. You know that, but it's not enough to convince your body or quell the ever-present tightness in your chest telling you to run, to hide. Your fears are more potent in the dark, and the shadows creeping from wall to wall have sharper edges. Teeth that threaten to tear you apart and rip away everything and everyone you've fought so hard to protect.
The walls and floorboards creak with life that shouldn't be present in an empty, two-story homeâtoo big for a single person, and yet still yoursâand quickly begin to sound like impending death.
Nowadays, more often than not, you seek out a different kind of shelter. The familiar, comforting embrace of the man who kept you warm and protected through harsh winters and from monsters prowling in the night. That's where you belong.
Crisp bedsheets rustle in the dark and then you hear Joel pat the mattress twiceâan invitation to occupy the space beside him, the one he always leaves empty just in case.
"Well, c'mon then. Hurry up," he grumbles, still half-asleep. But he isnât frustrated. He's tired, just like you, and he'll probably sleep a lot better knowing both of his girls are resting soundly under his roof.
You trudge over and waste no time burying your face in his bare chest, breathing in pine and cedar wood shavings before exhaling a heavy sigh of relief. Throwing a leg over his thighs, you mold into him, rubbing your cheek into coarse curls and marveling at the calm, steady rhythm beneath you.
It feels good to be home. You're not sure why you let Maria give you an entire house to yourself when everything you could ever want or need was right across the street. Every time you end up back here, you wonder. And every time you leave, you wish you'd stayed.
He wraps you up in his arms and tugs you into his side, murmuring your name with soft lips that tenderly caress your forehead. They're so warm, just like the rest of him, and you find yourself aching to feel them on yours. It's a line neither of you have ever crossed, but tonight's been rough.
For what felt like days, you were forced to watch as your worst nightmares came to bloody fruition. You were dragged through the most brutal outcomes of events you already survived and could do nothing more than pray you'd wake up soon. When you finally came to and checked the clock, it had only been an hour and a half since you'd passed out. The moon was still high in the sky, taunting you with the promise of more. More dread, endless brutality.
Joel can make all of that go away, if only for a few hours. He always does, but tonight...you don't want to talk about it tonight. You don't want to think about it, about anything at all. You just want him.
You'd feel selfish asking for more if there wasn't already something between you. Something nurtured and gradual that's been building for months, beginning on your travels across the country and coming to an unignorable head here in Jackson.
Back then, it was stolen glances while you bathed together in streams and fleeting touches in your shared sleeping bag under star-filled skies. It's more intimate these days. He holds your hand when you're anxious, and you kiss away the frown lines and frustrated wrinkles that mar his skin.
Every day, you skirt the line between platonic companionship and whatever's starting to simmer below the surface. You're scared to hope he feels it too, but the thought of remaining in this undefined middle ground scares you even more.
The furnace drifting in and out of consciousness next to you radiates with an addictive heat you've told yourself to ignore for a long time, but it's quickly becoming an impossible feat. Pressed into his side, you're trying and failing not to writhe against him. But he's starting to notice.
His hips jerk every time your core drags against his bare thigh, a slow, repetitive grind you really shouldn't continue, but feels so fucking good combined with the slick pooling between your legs. You should stopâreally, you shouldâbut his breathing's changing and hitching, catching in his throat every time the growing tent in his boxers meets the friction of your inner thigh.
Then, he gasps something cognizant and urgent, and you know you've been caught. His hand snakes down to your ass and traps you against his side with a grip so firm, plush skin spills between his fingers.
âWoah, hold on there," he breathes out heavily, and his gaze drops to yours curiously. His eyes are wide open and alert, shining with the faint reflection of moonlight streaming through an adjacent window. Bright and yet pitch black as his sleep-addled brain struggles to catch up with his body. "What's goin' on with you tonight?"
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, debating whether or not to ask for his help. His expression is gentle but otherwise unreadable, and there's a chance this could go very, very badly. Maybe you'd be better off apologizing, but you don't want to. You're not sorry for needing him.
And the longer he waits for an answer, the more his body convinces you that he wants the same things you do. His hand is still on your ass, kneading as he urges you to rock into him, but he doesn't seem to realize he's doing it. Then, his thigh flexes and a rush of wetness coats your already soaked underwear. His expression falters, and you know he can feel it.
His voice is tighter when he speaks again, but that tinge of concern is still there. He wants to make it all better, but he can't unless you tell him how. Your hand tenses where it lies on his chest, and he covers it with his own.
"What can I do? Just tell me how to help youâwhatever it is, I'll do it," he murmurs, brushing his thumb reassuringly across your skin. You tilt your chin up and suddenly you're close enough to breathe his air. Closer than you've ever been and yet still not close enough.
"I need you to...," Fuck me. But it sounds too crude. A quick fuck isn't what you need right now. You need to be full of him, to hold him deep inside you and keep him there for as long as this night will allow. "...make me feel safe again."
"Tell me how," he repeats as you struggle to bite back a moan. He's working you against him intentionally now, encouraging you up and down his leg, and it's making your brain go a little haywire. "What do you need, baby?"
"Joel," you whine at the endearment, an intense heat building at the apex of your thighs. That's new. You want to hear him say it again, to devour every word as he buries himself inside you over and over. You will him to understand. "I need you."
He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, steeling himself before nosing into the hairs at your temple. The gesture is so tender and affectionate even as he bucks into your thigh, and it's painfully obvious how hard you're making him. He nods slowly and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his chest rising and falling more rapidly than before.
"Okay, baby. I got you," he murmurs, his lips trailing down to your eyelids, then the apple of your cheek. "I'll make it all go away, alright? M'gonna take care of you."
And you believe him. He rolls you onto your back and you gasp as his entire weight presses you into the mattress. It's more than just comforting. You feel protected. He's shielding you from this horrible, broken world, somehow managing to prove that there's still goodness to be found. And it's on top of you, broad and strong, and wanting you just as badly as you want him.
Big hands cup your cheeks and his lips meet yours, so much different than the familiar press against your forehead or the top of your head. You're in unknown territory, but he guides you carefully and moves slowly, taking the time to explore and savor. The taste of spearmint begins to overwhelm your senses as the kiss deepens, and you lick into his mouth impatiently, already craving more.
But after years of quiet observation, Joel knows better than anyone how to temper you. Ducking down to bury his face in your neck, he kisses along the underside of your jaw, regaining control of the pace with a sharp, halting suck. And while he refuses to let your urgency rush him, he still allows your hands to roam his skin and tug at his boxers, letting you take what you wantâlike his only goal is to make sure this lasts long enough for him to fulfill his promise.
A disgruntled groan bubbles in your throat, and you feel him chuckle. "Y'know, patience is supposed to be a virtue," he mumbles, amused, his beard scratchy and grounding against your skin. You huff in response.
Tonight doesn't feel like a night for virtues. Not when things are finally changing in your favor. After so much time, so much running, you actually have somewhere to goâand stay. You're not running away anymore. You're moving towards something that feels real, and dependable, and safe, and you're doing it together. And now that you're so close you can taste it, you're done waiting.
"You're really gonna start caring about virtues now?" you ask skeptically, slipping your hands past the waistband of his boxers to grab his ass.
He hesitates, then huffs out a quiet laugh. "Fair enough."
And with that, you both know the time for talking is over. Something shifts and you're on the same page, ready to take as much as the other is willing to give.
Joel begins to drag your shirt up to reveal more, but suddenly feeling stifled, you take over and remove it completely. The look on his face makes it more than worth it. It's not the first time he's seen you naked, but as his eyes rake over your bare curves, it feels like it could be. Reverently, he returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before charting a path lower.
His mouth feels hot as he laves and nips across your collarbone, and he shimmies further down the bed until he's just barely ghosting the swell of your breasts. You gasp, burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks a bruise below your nipple and soothes the sting with his tongue. Licking a wide stripe past the darkening mark, he captures the bud between his teeth, another hand sliding up your stomach to cup your other breast while he alternates between swirling and sucking.
Your entire body feels like it's on fire. The ache between your thighs worsens the longer he continues, but instead of squeezing them together for relief, you wrap your legs around his waist and tug him onto you. By now, you're so wet, there's no way you're not soaking right through your underwear and into his boxers, and you hope he can feel it. If your increasing volume isn't enough of an indication that you need him inside you, then maybe this will be.
He lets out a pained groan into your chest, and you clench in satisfaction. He immediately grinds down, thrusting into you like he's forgotten about the layers of clothing still separating you. You don't bother to remind him.
Bucking him off, you quickly wrench down your underwear then reach for his, yanking them off while he sheds his t-shirt. Your fingers close around his cock before his shirt hits the floor and he startles before melting into your grip, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting around a cross between a sigh and the neediest whine you've ever heard.
You feel that telltale whoosh between your legs again, and after pumping him a few times, you guide him toward your entrance. In the back of your mind, you know you're taking a risk without a condom. You should be safer, more responsible. But it's Joel. It's always been Joel.
His eyes shoot open once he realizes where you're leading him, but you only bite your lip and nod, your expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. An unspoken agreement passes between you, a quiet understanding cultivated through years of friendship and now something more. Then, he presses inside and your mind goes blissfully blank.
No more horrors, no more fear. Just Joel keeping his promise and doing exactly what you trusted him to do. He encompasses you entirely, pressing the length of his body flush against yours as he works himself into you. The stretch was nothing you ever could've anticipated, but it grounds you in the present moment. It's everything you told yourself not to hope for when you showed up on his doorstep tonight.
His movements are slow but powerful, and he rests his forehead on yours, eyes alert and acutely aware of every change in expression. The intensity of his gaze and the slick sound of him burying himself to the hilt should make you self-consciousâit's all you can see and hear, but that's the point, isn't it? To get lost in the way he drags so perfectly against your walls and grinds his hips into yours on every thrust, slow and steady.
He's attentive, cataloging whenever he makes you moan a little louder or your eyes roll, and repeats it again and again until you're writhing underneath him. Your nails rake down his back and scratch at his scalp, and he jerks forward whenever you're a little too rough, hitting so deep, it feels like he's grazing your cervix. But the longer he continues to give you everything you want, the more his body trembles with the effort of holding himself back.
You know Joel, and you can tell when he's resisting an urge. His biceps tense where he's propped on his forearms, bracketing your head, and there's so little space between you, you can feel his abs flexing every time he plunges back inside you. He needs more and you want to give it to him.
Lifting your head, you bridge the tiny gap to meet his lips. "Joel, c'mon. You can fuck me harder than that, I'm not gonna break," you mumble between open-mouthed kisses. That catches him off guard.
He accidentally lets himself go for a thrust or two, and you're cut off by a moan, your walls squeezing him so hard, it's painful. Somehow, you manage to recover just long enough to gasp out the rest. "It's okay if you need something from me, too. Just take it. I trust you."
For an agonizing moment, Joel pauses to observe you, waiting for something in your eyes to contradict the permission you just gave him. But when he doesn't find it, he shakily exhales the breath he'd been holding and his head drops to your shoulder. The groan that follows rumbles so deeply in his chest, it makes your stomach drop. Then, without warning, his hands are gripping your thighs and he's rutting into you like a caged animal finally set free.
There he is. The man who never hesitated to gun down anyone who threatened the safety of his loved ones and did whatever it took to bring his girls home.
Recognition washes over you and fills you with a familiar feeling of security. It's something only Joel has ever been able to give you. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his hair, hoping to return even a fraction of that feeling.
As he gives into his body, he starts to ramble, his words muffled and lost to your delicate skin. But you don't need to hear him to know what he's saying. With every thrust, the bed frame rattles and gets the message across loud and clear. Your heels dig into his back, encouraging him forward, begging him to keep going, and he obliges, quickly reduced to helpless grunts and curses.
The room gets increasingly hotter and more humid, and the cool air flowing through the window isn't nearly enough to provide relief, but neither of you seems to care. You're a little in love with the way your bodies slip together, sweat and slick intermingling seamlessly.
Everything is so wet, and it feels incredibleâyour skin against his, your walls pulsing around his cock. He's molding into you, so close that you can't do much more than swivel your hips into his, and it's sending you hurtling toward the edge faster than you can fully process. The coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs your clit just right, and when he adjusts the angle to fuck you deeper than before, you hit your peak.
You dissolve into a whimpering mess beneath him, desperately riding out your orgasm as he groans and abruptly bites down on your shoulder. Releasing your legs to grab your waist, he forces himself impossibly further inside you and grinds into your spasming walls until he's coming with you. He gasps his way through it, stilling while he lets you milk him dry, then collapses on top of you and gathers you in his arms.
For a while, you both struggle to catch your breath. The mattress is bare save for the fitted sheet, your clothes, pillows, and blankets having been kicked or tossed onto the floor. It feels nice like thisâto savor the winter air cooling your bodies and to just be held. Without letting you go, Joel lifts his head to kiss the teeth marks he left on your shoulder apologetically and then shifts higher to press his lips against the underside of your jaw.
"You alright?" he asks gently, his voice a little gruffer than usual from the exertion.
"Mhm," you hum, nosing into his temple. "More than." He sighs and almost sounds relieved.
The thought makes your heart ache. If he's worried he crossed a line, well. He did. You both did, but it was a long time coming and you don't regret a thing. You squeeze him a little tighter as if to tell him, and he allows himself to melt into you briefly. Then, he draws back to cup your cheek and guide your lips to his.
He kisses you slowly, taking the time to appreciate the sensation of your mouth against his without any urgency. "Feel better?" he murmurs after reluctantly parting from you. You keep him close.
"I don't think we have to worry about any more nightmares tonight," you reply with a small smile. He returns it, eyes crinkling fondly, then rolls you onto your sides to settle in for a good night's sleep.
As you start to drift off, you hear him chuckle and mutter something under his breath that you don't quite catch. But it sounds a lot like, "Might be time for you to finally move in."
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Hey I want to request a husband!gojo getting his wisdom teeth pulled out and he is high af from the anesthesia. I just imagine him forgetting everything and starts acting dumb. This would be huge blackmail material for nobara and megumi lol
peacock â gojo satoru x f!reader
as soon as you step into the recovery room, the sight of him almost makes you burst out laughing. satoru is slouched in the chair, limbs draped over the sides, his usual composed demeanor replaced with utter disarray.
his eyes, free of his blindfold, are dazed and unfocused, those brilliant blue irises practically swimming in confusion.
his cheeks are puffed out comically with gauze, and heâs staring up at the ceiling like itâs the most fascinating thing in the world.
when his eyes eventually find you, they widen dramatically, his entire face lighting up like heâs just seen a miracle.
"oh. my. god," he gasps, his voice muffled by the cotton stuffed in his mouth, but his tone is thick with awe and disbelief. âyouâre... you're an angel. a real one.â
you bite your lip, barely managing to stifle the laughter bubbling up. âsatoru, itâs me,â you say, moving closer to him.
he squints at you, leaning forward so far that he nearly tips over, his eyes narrowing as heâs trying to make sense of what heâs seeing. âwait... we know each other?â
you fight back a smile. âIâm your wife.â
thereâs a beat of silence before his eyes widen again, and he jerks back so dramatically that the chair creaks beneath him.
âwife? no way!â he grips the armrests with exaggerated strength, staring at you like itâs the first time heâs ever seen you. âare you serious? weâre married? to each other?â
you giggle as you nod, âfor a while now.â
he slumps back, his head rolling to the side with a long, exaggerated groan. his entire body sinks into the chair.
âwow. I did it. I really did it,â he says, staring up at the ceiling again, his eyes unfocused and dazed. âI married the hottest person in the universe. I win at life.â
your lips twitch into a grin, watching him bask in his drugged-out epiphany. âyou sure did,â you say, unable to stop yourself from laughing softly.
you move to help him up, sliding your arm around his waist as he wobbles to his feet, legs unsteady like a baby giraffe taking its first steps.
but as you start guiding him toward the door, he plants his feet firmly on the ground, stopping you with a wild-eyed, serious expression. âwait, wait, wait,â he says, his hand reaching out to grab yours with surprising urgency.
his fingers are warm, clumsy in their grip, but thereâs an intensity in his gaze that, even through the haze of anesthesia, is so satoru.
his face is scrunched up in deep thought, brows furrowed as though heâs wrestling with the most critical question of his life. âI need to know something... something important.â
you raise an eyebrow, watching him try to focus, his blue eyes narrowing. âokay, what is it?â
âdo we... do we kiss?â
you canât help itâthis time, you let out a snort of laughter. âyes, satoru, we kiss. all the time.â
he blinks slowly, his mouth hanging open in awe, eyes sparkling with newfound wonder.
âno way! I knew it. Iâm so good at kissing, arenât I?â he beams, his prideful grin exaggerated by the swollen cheeks, making him look utterly ridiculous. âI knew I was a natural.â
you chuckle, shaking your head as you tighten your hold on him, guiding him toward the exit. âyouâre definitely something,â you mutter under your breath.
but, of course, satoru has no intention of walking in a straight line, let alone staying quiet. he stops again, turning his head to you with a deeply perplexed look, like heâs trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe.
âwait⌠wait⌠thereâs these kids,â he says, gesturing wildly, nearly knocking the clipboard off the counter.
âtheyâre always hanging around. the loud pink-haired one, the grumpy one, and the one who keeps yelling. who are they? why are they always following me?â
you sigh through a laugh, shaking your head as you guide him forward. âthose are your students, satoru. yuuji, megumi, and nobara.â
his face lights up with recognitionâor something close to it. âyuuji! yeah, yeah, the kid who talks to everything. I like him. heâs my pokemon.â
you snicker, struggling to keep him upright as he sways like heâs on a boat in the middle of a storm. âhe is your student, not a pokemon,â you remind him gently.
he waves his hand dismissively. ânah, nah, heâs my pokemon.â
you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. âsure, satoru. whatever you say.â
âand megumi!â satoru perks up again, his eyes sparkling. âmy little emo sunshine. I keep trying to make him smile, but itâs, like, so hard. do you think heâs broken?â
his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning closer to you. âshould we fix him?â
you let out a small laugh, trying to keep him from stumbling as you approach the door. âI think megumiâs just fine, satoru.â
satoru gasps, clutching at your arm. âdonât tell me... heâs also your best friend? is he my rival?â
before you can respond, the door to the recovery room swings open, and standing in the hallway are yuuji, nobara, and megumi.
nobara is the first to spot satoru, her eyes widening before she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.
âoh my god, this is amazing!â nobara cackles, already pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at satoru. âIâve been waiting for this day my entire life.â
yuuji grins widely, waving enthusiastically. âsensei! you okay?â
satoru beams at the sight of yuuji, grinning so wide that his swollen cheeks puff out even more.
âyuuji! my pokemon!â he tries to wave but nearly tips over, forcing you to steady him with both hands. âI missed you, man! when did you get here?â
yuuji looks bewildered for a moment. âpokemon?â
nobara is still laughing uncontrollably, already typing on her phone with one hand while recording with the other. âfushiguro, please tell me youâre getting this. this is gold!â
megumi, for his part, just stands there with his arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. but you can see the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, a rare sign of amusement.
meanwhile, satoru is now waving his arms around excitedly, turning back to yuuji. âwe should totally start a band! you play drums, and Iâll sing. weâll call it...gojo and the gojos!â
yuuji blinks in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly. âuh, what?â
nobara howls with laughter, her camera still rolling. âoh my god, this is going in the group chat. no, actually, this is going everywhere.â
megumi shakes his head, his expression caught between amusement and exasperation. âI canât believe this is happening,â he mutters.
you sigh, shaking your head fondly at the absolute circus unfolding around you. âalright, superstar,â you say, gently pulling satoru toward the exit, âletâs get you home before you say anything else youâll regret.â
satoru grins, his eyes half-lidded but still full of wonder, like heâs just discovered something miraculous. âhome? with my wife? yes, please. best. day. ever.â
as you manage to pull satoru a few steps closer to the door, his weight leaning heavily against you, he suddenly halts.
you glance at him, bracing yourself for another round of his ridiculous, anesthesia-fueled revelations, but nothingânothingâcould prepare you for what comes next.
âwait,â he says, his voice low and serious, as if he's about to share the most critical, world-altering secret.
his glassy eyes look at you intensely, filled with wild determination. âI need to do something important before we leave.â
you blink at him, confused. âsatoru, what could you possiblyââ
before you can finish your sentence, he dramatically pulls away from you, somehow managing to stand on his own. with the grace of a baby giraffe on ice, he wobbles toward the center of the room, ignoring your protests.
âsatoruââ
he shushes you loudly, a single finger pressed to his lips as he glances over his shoulder, his expression way too serious for someone who canât walk straight.
âshhh. this is between me and the universe.â
you exchange a bewildered look with yuuji, whoâs still watching in awe, nobara recording every second, and megumi now sighing deeply, clearly bracing himself for whatever absurdity satoru is about to unleash.
then, with absolutely no warning, satoru starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you yelp, rushing forward to stop him, but youâre too late.
he rips his shirt open dramatically, buttons flying everywhere, revealing his bandaged, puffy cheeks, along with his very confused, bare chest.
âsatoruâoh my godââ
but heâs not done. no, of course heâs not. he thrusts his arms out to the side, chest puffed out proudly, and yells at the top of his lungs:
âI AM A PEACOCK, WATCH ME SOAR!â
the room falls into stunned silence for a moment. nobara freezes mid-recording, mouth hanging open in disbelief, while yuujiâs jaw drops, eyes wide with sheer awe.
megumi, however, just buries his face in his hands.
âI cannot believe I know this man,â megumi mutters under his breath, his tone one of deep regret.
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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in
âi know! and thatâs when i told her-â you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. âhey, iâm going to have to call you back.â you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartmentâs lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.
âcome on, pick up.â you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.
ââello?â
âsi- simon, itâs me.â
âi know, lovie. thatâs why i picked up.â you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.
âwhatâs wrong?â his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. âi donât want to bother you butâ you hiccupped. shit. âbut my apartment door was open and iâm pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i donât know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.â there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.
âgo to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. iâll be there in 15.â
9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.
suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didnât even realize you were crying.
ââs okay, baby. iâm here now. give me your keys.â you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. âstay here. iâll be back.â you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadnât told him your new apartment number.
twenty minutes passed. simonâs presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simonâs safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.
âyouâre stayinâ with me tonight.â he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasnât even winded. âthank you simon, but donât be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.â he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. âconsider it payment then.â he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. âone way or another, youâre in my bed tonight, dove.â you gulped at that. âand iâve got riley in the car. you wouldnât abandon him, would you?â of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.
âyou win.â
fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simonâs, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. âheâs in my spot.â you gestured to your cat on the couch. âwhaâ dâya mean?â your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.
âmy couch for tonight.â simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. âtoldâya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.â you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.
âdonât be silly, simon. that would cross a line.â
âwhat line?â his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.
âweâre not together anymore, simon.â
âyouâre still my wife.â
silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually youâd fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.
âwhat.â you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. âyouâre as beautiful as the day i lost you.â your fire went out at that. âyouâre just trying to get me naked.â you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.
âcould see you in a thousand layers and youâd still be the most beautiful person iâve ever seen, dove.â ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. âwhen did you get the tattoo?â you asked in the dark.
â3 months and 12 days ago.â what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. âcan we talk about it in the morning?â you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. âalways, dove.â he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.
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Ę MAMA IâM IN LOVE WITH 2 CRIMINALS ?! É
ᥴꪍâ sum. you had one job. interrogate two felonious criminals, not screw them both. but itâs a friday night and what happens in the interrogation room stays in the interrogation room, right? wrong.
warnings. fem! reader, modern au, criminals sukuna ryomen x toji fushiguro, unprotected, thrÄesome, tatted toji, manhandling, choking, dirty talk, double penn + cowgirl dp, praise, spÄąt roasting, size kink, Ĺral (f & m receiving), gunplay, spÄąt, brÄeding, implied multiple rounds, nÄąpple play, overstim, dumbificaiton, theyâre kinda fruity
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âyouâre avoiding the question.â you utter with a vexed scoff.
these two, sukuna ryomen and toji fucking fushiguro. sleazy infamous criminals notoriously known within the city with a staggering criminal record underneath their belts. they were a duo, the duo. everyone knowsâwhere thereâs sukuna, thereâs toji. constantly always in and out of prison as if life was a mere game to them, a mere joke. your patience continues to run thin the more you stare at them blankly. those unfazed eyes, those smirks, they didnât take you seriously, especially with how easy on the eyes you were. you almost stammer over your words before peering back at toji. âmy eyes are up here. quit wasting my time.â
âeasy, girl. we already told ya we didnât do it,â toji brings two hands up to his chest with a sly smirk, pretending to be offended. he sat right beside sukuna, both in the same orange undifferentiated jumpsuits. âbesidesss,â and he leans up close to you, sliding a tongue against his slanted fabled scar. âfor a detective youâre pretty shit at your job. whereâs the eye contact, love?â
âyo toji donât piss her off,â sukuna cackles with his arms crossed. he leans against the steel chair, taking in your entire frame. as much as you could give them both an annoyed glower, toji was right. you were one of the if not the best local detective in your city, yet with these two, you were slacking in everything. you could barely stare into their eyes without looking away, embarrassingly fumbling over your words, a mess. sukuna hums in amusement, cocking a brow upwards. âbut yâknow, detective. it is kind of hard to confess our crimes when ya look this good on a friday night.â
the compliment immediately catches you off guard. the air suddenly grows thick. youâre squeezing your legs shut tight - the stretchy fabric of your tucked fishnets glues against your skin before you clear your throat.
âi know what youâre doing. âs not gonna work.â but who were you kidding, just a single comment as that had you all hot and bothered. questioning one criminal was one thing, but two at the same time was another. you didnât know how you were gonna get through the night. inside the dim lit interrogation room, it was quite spacey. luckily, it was pretty late at night so your superiors had left you alone to close. you insisted youâd question them then take them back to the station yourself. although, that certainly wasnât the plan.
the brick walls were rustic, it grew very quiet the moment you trailed off your words. the silence was almost deadly, so deadly that you could practically hear a pin drop. sukuna and toji, they were infamous for their crimesâburglaries, robberies, to keep it short, they werenât exactly good guys.
with a quick scratch toward his ripped pecs, toji glances around the room. sharp verdant hooded eyes gawk near the glass viewing window directly before he snickers. âsaaaay,â he hums in a gruff tone, lazily slouching back against his seat. âhow âbout ya take these handcuffs off ân weâll tell ya everything ya wanna know.â
ânice try,â you lean up against the table, finally staring right into their eyes - moreso toji. he flashes you a cheeky grin as you inch forward, sukuna keeping his eyes fixated on you also. with a quick glimpse, you peek down at your watch. âseriously, i donât have all day. i have somewhere to be in a hour, so-â
âhot date?â sukuna raises a brow, his collar from his jumpsuit ruffed out a bit. just that minor detail alone was so attractive. âso thatâs why youâre wearing pretty fishnets, mm. lucky guy.â
againâyouâre caught off guard. both men stare at you as if theyâre trapped inside your thoughts, already knowing what youâre about to say next. just casually reading every single thing that pops into your brain. were you that easy to read? you didnât actually have a date but you were going out. maybe being all dolled up on the job was a bit unprofessional. sheepishly abashed, you dig the soles of your boot heels into the carpet ground before muttering lowly, desperately trying to keep a straight face.
âmy personal life isnât whatâs important ⌠here,â and your eyes widen once you see toji with his hands apparently free.
how . . .
your eyes then trail at sukuna who had your handcuff keys right in his palm. sukuna freed his wrists and toji freed himself before the dark haired fugitive stands up to stretch. damn, they just have snuck it when you were fantasizing. again,
âyou were saying about yâer personal life?â the pink haired male hums, slowly making his way behind your edge table. you felt corneredâ oh, perhaps taking the final shift of the night wasnât the best idea.
no, it was a horrible idea.
yet, the more they got closer to you, the more you started to feel something ⌠feverish.
suddenly, between your thighs felt hot. with the bare bottoms of your shoes rubbing against your heel, toji cups your chin, staring right into your eyes. sukuna appears behind you, creeping, tossing your documents to the side and you grouse. âyou can get in a lot more trouble for touching me, toji,â you utter, both eyes of yours staring intently into his. the eye contact was so intimate â youâve never had a problem with eye contact until now. his smirk, he brushes a thumb against your bottom lip before scoffing. âs- seriously.â
sukunaâs crimson-red eyes reach towards the side of your hip, you were armed. cute, he hums whilst pondering just what his next step might be before toji cackles.
âokay and,â he purrs, leaning in just a bit deeper. you smelled the scent of alcohol lingering on his tongue. his eye contact was simply alluring, dark viridescent irises pool into yours before he looks at his partner. âheh, âkuna. you think weâll get less probation if we play with the pretty lady for a bit?â
sukuna goes next to you, snatching your pen from you and you gasp once heâs now gripping your entire face. you nearly gnaw on your lip, as you make direct eye contact. his touch was still surprisingly gentle nonetheless.
toji purrs, running a thumb against your skin-tight fishnets. ânah, right pretty girl? you ainât gonna rat on us, are ya? at least not when youâre this soaked.â
damn,
he was right again. the reason your legs were shut tight was because you were trying oh so desperately to hide the mess right between your thighs. it was embarrassingâthe stickiness that presses against your legs has you growing more and more aroused. so unprofessional, you had to keep repeating that in the back of your head. you were soddened, soaking right through your pretty laced panties despite how much you didnât want to come to terms with your filthy state. youâve dealt with so many criminals. more than you could count on both fingers, so what made these two any different? you didnât know, and quite frankly, you didnât care.
anymore,
technically if you wanted to be delusional, you were basically off work. so a little fun wouldnât matter.
then again, this little stunt would probably cost you your badge.
but screw it.
this kinda thing only happened in movies. and besides, it was only you currently on the clock. no one could even find out ⌠right?
wrong.
you of course werenât thinking about the future consequences that would creep up to follow you before you found yourself now shamefully on your knees for sukuna. he snickers at you, giving you a brief head pat before dragging your face up to his jeans.
âaw,â he murmurs, and you hear the low rasp of tojiâs chuckle behind you. rough hands of his caress against both sides of your ass before pulling up your pencil skirt. you try to turn around but sukuna makes you shift your focus back towards him. ânah, detective. isnât followinâ instructions part of yâer job? eyes down here..â
with a moan escaping from your throat, sukuna tugs down the lower part of his jumpsuit. the fabric ruffles and youâre met with a big bulge. oh, he was big. your first instinct was to paw at it with your hands, yet sukuna makes you rub your face against it. you canât help but moan, sticking out your tongue as your faceâs being smeared against his bulgy hard-on. âtoji, sheâs fuckinâ hungry. look at âer.â
toji hums, a finger of his trailing against your fishnets. they were skin tight, stuck against your skin like velcro. he groans, feeling the way you teasingly wriggle your ass against him. it was around midnight, surely no one would show up in the interrogation roomâ
although, the thought of it made you a bit more wet. you couldnât lie to yourself though, you were familiar with these two criminals. youâd be crazy not to, everyone knew the toji fushiguro and sukuna ryĹmen.
the duo,
you saw them all the time on local news. their mugshots would always get leaked. theyâd always smile in their shotsâgaining so much love from ladies. ironic, they even have fanfictions made about them.
thereâs toji with the smug eye half-lidded grin, and then sukuna with the raised chin, natural fang-like teeth and grim annoyed expression.
your job was to question them not to be on your knees, but you werenât complaining.
âall this ass,â toji snaps you out of your trance, gifting your rear a mean spank. the recoil of it drags you out of your little fantasm before you bite your lip and youâre facing directly forward. âwhat do ya want princess? want more donât ya?â
you nod, sukunaâs cupping your chin with a sneer but your ass is only met with another rude smack.
âi- i want you both,â you grumble, toji smugly hums from your cute attitude. heâs taking in all of you â your curves, the cute beige trench coat you had on in an attempt to cover up your secret flashy outfit underneath, all of it. toji was handsy, once he had his hands on your hips, they were glued on. he groans from your answer before a thumb slides against your waist. âplease.â
âbut detectiveâs arenât this dumb are they?â sukuna cranes his head to the right, squeezing both of your cheeks together with one hand. your lips were all glossy. he smears a thumb against them before leaning down to give you a kiss. you moan, kissing back before he pulls away, a lustrous concoction of spit departing from both mouths. âyou sure you not gonna rat us out? both our lives are technically in your hands, princess.â
âiâm not gonna t- ah,â you stop to gasp, feeling tojiâs bulge rub against you. his grip was delicate, he rubs yourself against him and groans. your arch was cute, bent over the table with your chest pressed against the multitude of paperwork. averting your lewd gaze back up towards sukuna, you loll out your tongue. he looks down, watching you create a snail trail of saliva near the middle part of his bulge. heâs so thick, the fabric tastes cottony against your tongue as you stare up at him. cerulean blue boxers with a tag sticking out from the side, yeah he definitely stole that. sukunaâs still got a grip on your scalp before he ogles at you pulling his boxers down. âs- so big.â
with a fat thumb still pressing down against your bottom lip, he coos out a sly tune. âscared yet?â and you prove him wrong by wrapping a hand around his base but god, he had staggering inches to him. tojiâs still behind you and you moan once you feel him bring a wet kiss to your right ass cheek. he gives it a smooch only to spank it yet again, playfully giving it a bite mark. sukuna had just the right amount of curve to him. heâs so heavy that it hangs a bit â a pretty tannish peel of foreskin that you just wanted to run your tongue along. so you do. your mouth starts to gradually water as you inch up closer, and closer . . and closer.
sukunaâs staring at you with ruby red irises. you present his tip with a tiny lick and he grunts, your tongue feeling cold and dampened. âugh, good girl. this is what that fuckinâ mouth should be used for. not talkinâ peopleâs ears off.â
his cock had a bit of a beige tanâsliding the top of your tongue against his frenulum, you watch as he grunts. sukunaâs fingers still maintain a firm enough grip against your scalp before you feel tojiâs tongue. you whine, feeling the aching sensation of the other criminal propped up behind you preparing for a taste. toji roughly yanks your panties to the side, already pulling down your fishnets before he runs his nose all down your sopping, slick slit. âmhm, âkuna sheâs already fuckinâ wet. all this time she was tryna get us to confess but her sloppy pussyâs the real culprit.â
rotund fingers of tojiâs brush against your folds that were happily presented out to himâyouâre facing forward and sukuna grabs ahold of his length. with a big hand, he rubs the tubby fat head of his tip over your face to make you moan before finally putting it in your mouth. heâs lengthy, you knew taking him inside would be quite the literal stretch. the girth too, so delicious. a vein that runs down the side of his shaft pulses in your mouth and you luxuriate in the taste. you hear the faint sound of ruffling behind you and itâs toji fondling with the holster thatâs attached to your hip. âm-mhm,â were your muffled babbles, slowly taking every inch of sukuna down your tight throat. up until heâs all the way down, you almost gag whilst toji sneaks your firearm from out of its protective belt.
damn,
not only were you soaking wet for two criminals you were supposed to interrogate, but you were also unarmed.
great,
sukuna grabs a fistful of your hair â slender fingers massaging your scalp before giving it a firm pull. a hand of his claws into your hair, tugging firmly at your roots that cling against your scalp. he gruffly groans at your tongue, watching as your eyes close and your throatâs just so warm. itâs tight, the tense muscles in his and tighten before he slowly starts to drag your head back and forth, âgood girl, no more talkinâ yeah,â and he peeks back at toji whoâs paying his attention to you from behind. the other criminalâs messy, smearing a thumb down your pulsating clit before sucking it. itâs long, long sluuuurps that makes your muffled moans grow louder. your body shakes vigorously. the unsteady squirms of your body makes toji chuckle and you feel his hot, tempid breath ghost again your folds. you try to turn around but sukuna prevents it, gripping the crown of your head. ânuh uh princess, eyes up here.â
your bodyâs mixed with so much emotions â the throbbing without you only grows stronger, and as youâre rutting against the table, you hear the loud repetitive creaks. the furniture was wooden and worse for wear, probably over a hundred years old youâd guess. sukunaâs thin nostrils flare up once he meets your gaze, watching your head bob. âmmhh,â you try to speak, but he hums, ruffling your hair.
âdonât try âta speak with your mouth full, baby,â he purrs to you in a rasp, a hand sliding underneath your chin, feeling the saliva trickle its way out the creaks of your lips. âyouâre so messy. fuckinâ slobber mouth.â
tojiâs practically making out with your cunt, pointed hooked tip of his nose brushing against your opening hood and you moan. heâs so nasty, taking every possible opportunity to spit on your cunt, later lapping it up with his tongue. two broad hands spread your ass open, lolling out his tongue to taste every inch you provided. âmhm,â he groans, occasionally swatting a sharp smack near both templed cheeks of your ass. you werenât gonna last at all, you knew that. you start to grind against his face and he hums, nibbling against your clit either a sly smile. âthaaaatâs it, fuck back against my face, give it ât me,â and your entire bodyâs shaking. as you throatâs being stuffed, your chest continues to rumble against the cold, slick table.
toji feels your hand sneaking between your pried open thighs before you try to cutely creep and touch yourself. âwhore, we donât do that.â he grumbles, smacking your hand away. you whine, eyes meeting back up at sukuna who shrugs with a grin. his way of telling you, â heâs right. donât touch yourself. â
as you taste a bit of pre-cum on your tongue, you lap your twitching moving muscle over sukunaâs slit that runs down his shaftâs head. he hisses, pulling you further onto his cock until he hears a tiny gag. âooh, âm reachinâ the roof, huh,â and itâs so much saliva pouring from your mouth that itâs slithering down the valley of your chest. your legs shiver, feeling the scrap of tojiâs scar tickle against your pussy â so good. he purposely rubs against your clit with it, feeling your hips continue to grind further back against his face. âshe likes your scar toji, sheâs kinky.â
âi know she does,â toji snickers, rubbing his face, smearing it all against your wet cunt. you whimper, faint hairs of his stubble sticking against your skin from the gripping slick. itâs just filthy, his tongue swirls all around your cunt before giving it a sloppy french kiss. youâre so close to the edge, focusing your mouth on sukunaâs cock, mentally pinching yourself because if this was a dream, you didnât want to ever wake up. tojiâs a freak though because you suddenly gasp sharply, feeling his thumb poke its way against your neglected, puckering hole.
âheh, canât forget about her too.â he gruffly jibes, his tongue flicking towards that same area before shifting back towards your needy cunt. your legs were so jittery, on its last and final hinges before you slide a hand inside your blouse.
âawww,â sukuna teases, watching your face contort into a mixture of pleasure. âsomeoneâs close, huh. you wanna make a mess on that bumâs face, pretty girl?â
âfuck you, man,â toji shoots him a glare before spreading your ass just a bit wider. his long tongue delves between your folds before your back arches against the table. giving your ass one final spank, you end up finishing and itâs so much.
youâre stunned, taken aback as you gush right on his face. his chin was sleek, dripping down with your honeyed juices that he laps clean. youâre a twitching, slobbering messâfrantically heaving through full lungs before many secondâs later, your throatâs being poured full of sweltering hot cum. itâs oozing down your throat slowly. you blink twice before even realizing itâs his taste thatâs filling up your mouth. sukunaâs meaty thighs tense as he drags you closer toward his cock. your nose bristles against his pink flushed pubes before he continues to dump an entire load right down your now full throat.
âgoddamn,â he sucks the air, watching as you swallow without him even having to tell youâyou look so pretty, pretty plump lips still sheeny and a few droplets of his seed bedaub against the left side of your cheek. âdidnât know defectives have such a nasty t- throat,â he groans, and thatâs when he leans down, pulling you into a sultry, warm kiss. toji rolls his eyes, getting up himself while rubbing his body against your already propped up ass. docile, blown irises remain on sukuna before he squeezes your chin, curling his tongue down your throat. he groans, tasting himself on your mouth, bitterly sweet.
âyeah just forget about me,â toji grimaces, and you feel sukunaâs lips contort into a subtle smile before pulling away. he darkly chuckles, eyeing his partner.
âoh, sweetheart donât be like that.â
âshut up,â he glares, and you hear a bit of shuffling. toji grabs your firearm and you take a few seconds to catch your breath. slow steady beats, you let off a tiny moan once you feel a smooth yet cold sensation rub against your pussy. shivering, you bite your lip before hearing yourself squelch continuously. âfuck, lemme see how wet you are, doll.â
you let off a tiny moan, feeling toji slowly skim the muzzle against your clit â you pulse from the friction, the criminal slicks a tongue against his scar at the sight. sukuna watches, cupping your chin once more. âwonder what yâr lieutenant might think of you. donât think this is in a detectiveâs handbook, is it not?â
ân- no,â you feel a wave of pleasure ripple through you. never in your life have you felt more aroused, tojiâs brushing the front part of the gun against your pussy before easing it inside.
easily, you coat it with your previous slick before it starts to slowly shove in. you whine, bringing a hand over your mouth. âmph,â and you hear a low cackle from behind, thighs shaking in pure rapture.
âis she wet enough, âtoj?â toji hums, giving you another brief head pat.
âyeah, fuckinâ slut made a mess already on the front sight,â he snarls. the tint in his pants growing hard. he pulls it out and already, itâs a slippery sheet of your sweet smearing over your own firearm. dirty thoughts purged your brain, imagining yourself using the exact same weapon on a threat, the same exact weapon that was just shoved deep into your cunt only a second ago.
you were egregiously throbbing and they both couldnât wait anymore, neither could you. toji takes a seat near one of the steel chairs, sitting manspread. heâs already got his jumpsuit pulled down, burly brawny muscles flexingâa few explicit tattoos painting on both sleeves of his beefy arm. heâs so chiseled, so fucking hot. a big hand rubs his lap before ushering you to sit with a single hand motion. âsit on it,â and a burning heat overtakes you, peering at his thick cock that was stood tall and on display. he was so big, a blushing reddened tip with an even bigger base. toji was thickset, you couldnât compare the two if you wanted. his neck lowers as you make your way on his lap, straddling him and preparing to align yourself. sopping wet sloshes squelches, you were drooling down from your cunt and right onto the fat tip of his dick. you moan, feeling how heâs slowly entering your heated core.
the stretch was so good â so fucking good.
âfuck, there we go baby. nice ân slow, yeah,â and toji catches sukuna staring, an annoyed scowl on his lips. âoh, sweetheart. âs someone jealous? why donât you get in here?â
âtch,â sukuna mumbles, and he goes up behind you. tojiâs barely in, halfway, yet it feels like full. you pulsed at the thought of both of them inside. sukuna hesitates though, planting a kiss near the inside of your nape. âwhaddya say, pretty. âs that okay? âd ya want both? can you take two?â
âyâ yes,â you suck your teeth, sucking a single sharp breath. toji was so fucking big, stirring up your insides so good until the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach died from the friction. it was a tight fit, and they both hum at how quick you were to respond. âi can take both. pleaseplease just hurry.â
âwhat âbout your âlil date?â toji teases, a big hand smacking against your ass â gifting it a solid firm squeeze. his thumb brushes against the soft skin before snickering at you. âboth holes, if we give you that, you promise this goes off the record?â
sukuna whispers against your ear, and heâs starting to delve his cock in also, tugging down his boxers halfway. âyeah, princess. no snitchinâ yeah?â
âp- promise,â you moan, the mixture of both cocks brewing up such a feeling of bliss. youâre steadily throbbing before your hips start to move into toji. with a loud pop, your cunt squelches as itâs double stuffed and they both huskily groan in simultaneous unison. so fucking big, your jaw drops at both tips puncturing into you at once. you feel it all, embarrassingly feeling the same familiar sheet of slick stick against your thighs. âoh my g-goddd.â
each body that stuck against each other was so hot, sukuna grabs your hips from the back and toji holds yours from the front. âfuck,â the pink haired man grunts, feeling how easily you clamp down against him. tojiâs cock kissesâfrench kisses against a spongey spot that makes you dumbly slump against his chest. âmhm, look at her toji. such a sloppy mess for two criminal cocks. maybe she should get arrested.â
âthen thatâd be no fun,â toji plays along, a scarred hand giving your right ass cheek a teasing grip.
the recoil bounces and bounces against his lap before heâs tossing his head back. occasionally, you spot his adamâs apple bobbing before he pants. youâre jerking your hips, trying to develop some kind of rhythm but itâs just rubbish. youâre trying, both cocks molding your walls with each merciless thrust. already, youâre drooling, brushing up against tojiâs chest. youâre hit face first against his titsânot even tits but with cups that big, you might as well call it that. thereâs not a single thought in your empty brain, and without thinking, you lean down to latch your mouth against his perky exposed nipples. âwha- fuckinâ weirdo.â
toji grunts, feeling you suck against his chest, rolling out your tongue into a swirl against each spot. youâre still being filled from both cores, both heated angles as your lashes flutter. oh, this felt like some kind of erotic fantasy, just being stuffed and sandwiched between two top dogs. the pit of your stomach grows feverishly warm and you whine, sucking against tojiâs tender skin. âaw, think you might be her favorite, toji.â sukuna jeers, steadying your hips a bit. his voice, his breath, it went right up against the lobe of your ear, giving it a teasing lick of its own.
you whimper, naturally arched brows creasing and furrowing together as you feel a coil snap.
they finally reached your g-spot, it feels soft and padded. âfuck fuuuuck, âs good,â you babble, pathetic sobs pouring from your lips as youâre practically humping tojiâs cock. sukuna fills you from behind, flustered crown repeatedly kissing up against clenching sexes. youâre transmitted in a dimwitted state, claws of your own fingernails digging into tojiâs beefy thighs. ângh, âs big. fuck, donât stopâ please.â
âwhat a fuckinâ blabbermouth,â toji grunts, watching as you paw your hands at his chest again. you werenât sucking on him anymore and he brings a hand over your mouth. ânasty girl. this what you really wanted all along, huh. you didnât wanna interrogate us, you just wanted to get stuffed, yeah?â
a silent reply comes out of your lips as youâre just covering their bases with a translucent puddled mess of your arousal â itâs messy, youâre messy.
âknock knock, dumb girl,â toji lightly knocks against your forehead, witnessing right before his eyes as your own pupils start to roll back. he removes his hand from your mouth and the intense friction of pleasures was so appetizing you could barely formulate an audible sentence. youâre still being filled in both areas, gummy walls taking in them both before you start to drool again. with a single hand, toji holds up your head as if heâs holding a trophy. âdonât tell me yâr already dumb, câmonnn. wanna hear that sweet voice.â
ât- tooooji,â was all you could babble out, rocking back and forth between each of them.
languid, slow hits against your core had your head spinning. with a sharp wind cutting straight out of your windpipe, youâre panting, clinging onto the dark haired man tightly. he eyes you with that same cunning smirk, clammy hands helping to reel you back and forth into his pelvis. sukuna groans lowly, edges of his teeth seeping down into the soft corners of your flesh. âfuck, âm so full. fuuuck.â
they both groan at the same time, feeling you suddenly clamp down, a squelch squeals out of your cunt before your legs merely collapse. with piles of hands roaming down your feverish skin, you start to feel your mouth salivate again.
sweet, salty saliva trickles its way into your mouth. you were so loud but your deafening thumping heart beats were even louder. âgood girl, doinâ so good takinâ us both. nice ân slow,â and the nape of your neckâs met with a chaste kiss from sukuna. âride this bum âtill he breaks for me, yeah?â
with wobbling legs preparing to surrender and fall in defeatâ you nod your head, picking up your pace just a bit. raven strands of unkempt hair run down tojiâs face before he groans. âmhm, nasty âlil girl. donât listen to him, âm not gonnaâ oh fuck.â
tojiâs caught off guard by how sloppy your hips become. a breath gets caught in his throat as youâre grinding against him, sucking them both in so filthy. with your clit repeatedly being smothered with kisses from each tip, you moan, throwing your arms over his shoulders. âhngh, toji. âm gonna cum,â you whisper in his ear, growing a bit of spine to kiss near his neck. he grunts, thick weighty cock slamming into you raw. as youâre so close up to him, you feel his jaw tighten at your hipsâsukunaâs hips following too. various pairs of hands grab onto your body, and you feel a jumble of bunch of figurative red handed prints clawing at your body. âtoji t- tojiiii,â youâre mewling out his name like a broken record. sukunaâs rude sharp smack against your ass making you add his name. âsukuna, fuuuck.â
âlook at him, heâs so close, baby,â sukuna murmurs against your ear, jerking your hips further against toji. tojiâs raspy groans grow rougher and he slouched back against the chair. youâre in nothing more than a cowgirl position yet youâre being double stuffed by two â on tojiâs lap and sukuna claiming you from behind. so lewd, heâs so close that he could almost taste his orgasm, the thought alone scratches such a carnal itch in his brain. a few fingers wrap around your neck, giving you a gentle tug before you croak out a squeak. âsuch a nasty detective. gettinâ wet for the people yâr supposed to be questioning,â and he reaches his a hand down between the crack of your thighs, feeling against your stuffed cunt. âshould be questioning this sloppy girl instead.â
âfuck fuuuuck,â toji growls, his own thigh starting to mimic the pace of your hips, bouncing back and forth. the curve of your hips swivel ân swirl around his lap, taking in each salacious thrust. itâs too good. the mean grip your walls has against his cock, both cocks was just too addictive. âshit, âm gonna cum, babygirl. âs gonna be so much.â
you lean in, planting a wet kiss against his scar and his mouth twitches at the sudden contact. âmhm,â you rut into him quicker, feeling sukunaâs fingertips ghost against the outer part of your neck. tojiâs eyes become half-lidded, sukunaâs following his movements â eventually matching each other in sync, in perfect harmony. both were reaching their peaks and it was just so inevitable.
slowly but surely, it was approaching. you felt that familiar bubble of pleasure fermenting in the bottom pits of your tummy all too well. itâs so good, by now you completely forgotten about the fact that you were supposed to go out tonight.
âfuck, where do you want it, pretty,â sukuna rasps against your ear, both hands slithering its way toward your bouncing tits. his thumbs prod against your sensitive nipples, swiping against the tender area as he watches you squirm in lewd ecstasy. you feel hot, dozens of meaningless babbles pouring out of your mouth. youâre a mess, barely able to comprehend what he said until he spanks your cunt a single greet. âtalkinâ to you, gimme a answer, princess. donât be rude.â
âi- inside,â you whimper, his touch against your breasts making you grind your hips further back against him. your rhythm was hypnotic, matching every single hit and thrust. both cocks deeply plunge their way into your walls until itâs buried way into the hilt. you whine, grabbing into sukunaâs hands yourself, making him squeeze harder. his touch, it made you throb. him spanking your cunt only made you twice as sopping wet though. more than you already were. âinside pleaseplease.â
ânasty,â toji tchs, gripping your chin to make you look up at him. youâre met with the coldest gaze. with a hand sliding down your spine from sukuna, toji brings your torso forward at a more quick pace to slam you quicker into them. you gasp, feeling both slit tips thwack and thwack into your weeping, swollen cunt. âfuckinâ â shit,â he growls lowly, and the moment finally comes.
the both of them at separate, divided times, finish deep inside you. a vastly oozing amount of cum emits into both holes raw and you huff.
whining, you fall into tojiâs chest, relishing in the sticky mess thatâs cascading deep into your womb. itâs hot, a flowing stream of seed that spouts all the way inside and youâre left dumbfounded and hungry for more.
oh, youâve never felt anything like it. a tingling sensation storms into the pit of your stomach as they both groan, dumping you full of their satiny ropes of cum.
âfuck,â sukuna grunts, holding your hips still so you could feel every drop, every single drop. he hisses at the brief sting, your walls gripping onto them tight, a tenaciously slimy mess skating down your plush thighs. âsuch a good girl, heh. right âtoj?â
âshutâ up,â he puffs out an elongated breath of fresh air. you moan, still shivering as you came undone yourself, making a cute attempt at riding out your orgasm. still, your hips were slow but barely cresting haste. toji looks at you with glossed eyes and for a split second, heâs speechless. âgoddamn baby, y- youâre a mess, yâknow that?â
your own eyelids were growing significantly heavy, barely able to keep themselves open. after a few seconds, sukuna pulls out, watching a foamy wad of cum â a milky base, coating around each base. itâs so hot, the stuffed cum pours out of you and you hear the needy squelches your cunt makes. desperately craving for more, utterly devestated that itâs now clenching on nothing except for tojiâs flaccid cock.
so messy,
he cranes your head toward him before brushing a thumb against your lip. âcâmere,â and his tone was low, you moan before leaning in to give him a kiss. your heart races, mentally swearing at yourself because this wasnât part of the job.
your boss, some middle-aged lieutenant was expecting a full report of alibis and details about each of their cases â and yet here you were, making out with one suspect and grinding on another. shame foils at your brain as your lips crash against sukunaâs, moaning at his minty, sugary taste before he abruptly breaks away. âcanât forget about you, big guy.â
as he pried himself off of you, you watch as the pink haired criminal leans in to kiss toji, his eyes widen, hearing a low cackle rumble against his lips before he returns the gesture. toji puffs, not knowing where to place his hands. you donât know why, but watching them sloppily make out made you throb. youâre still sitting on tojiâs lap with his twitching cock still buried inside of you. sukuna slyly smiles against the other felonâs mouth. his hand trails down tojiâs beefy body, stopping toward his shaft â he was so close to touching it but stops. that makes toji groan.
gradually, he pulls away - a sheeny web of spit departs from each lips and toji grows flustered.
âwhat the fuck.â toji grunts.
âoh, i heard that moan, donât deny it.â
it was like this the entire time â countless banner, a plethora of positions in the interrogation room. the same interrogation room where you were supposed to be interrogating.
but that didnât happen, and instead, youâve been left stuffed full more than youâve ever felt before. your clothes were practically torn and ruined, including your pretty fishnets.
with a sigh, youâre on your knees with both criminals gawking at you. their zipped up saffron-colored jumpsuits were back on and toji grabs your chin. âopen, baby,â and sukunaâs toying with your handcuffs. knees of yours bury into the solid sleek floor before you part your lips open. toji watches, whipping back out your firearm before pressing the barrel between your lips. âlick it.â
you moan, lapping your tongue against the metal pierceâsukuna watches, growing quiet and wonders what tojiâs gonna do next. you could feel your pulse through your ears again, itâs so loud that it puts booming speakers to shame.
pretty fluttering lashes of yours bat within each blink before toji bends down a bit toward your kneeling level. âgood girl,â he roughly replies, sticking a finger between the trigger. it toggles against it and you feel a heat of nerves prick against your skinâgiving birth to what appears to be goosebumps. toji has a smug grin, raising a dark brow. âyou trust me, baby?â
stupidly enough, without hesitation, you nod with the metallic taste of the weapon still lingering on your tastebuds. ây- yes,â and your voice is so soft and pathetic. you sounded needy, longing for more of their touch, more of their taste. âi trust you toji.â
he makes your mouth pry open a bit more. pretty swollen lips,
perfect.
the gun, your gun thatâs held currently in his hand, it goes straight into your mouth, your tongue flicks against the upper part of the barrel before he scoffs. âgood girl.â
and you hear a single clicking cock,
your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to realize toji just pulled the trigger.
but nothing happens,
and suddenly, his boner was ruined.
âwell shit.â
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One of the cutest, most unexpectedly sweet things Katsuki does late at night, is long after youâve fallen asleep. Katsuki is naturally a night owl, often staying up super late doing god knows what.
So on nights heâs at your place studying with you, he insists you go to bed, claiming heâll leave âwhen heâs damn well ready.â
But as soon as he hears the silence coming from your room, he quietly shuts off all the lights, quietly walks into the room, and crouches down next to the bed.
Gently, he pushes a strand of hair off your forehead, just watching you for a few moments, his aggressive attitude softening in a way heâd never let anyone else see (because heâs too cool for that I guess)
Then, with a quiet huff, he sneaks a folded blanket out of the closet. Carefully, he layers it over you, tucking the edges just right so that you stay warm.
As heâs about to stand up, he gives in to a small urge and lets his fingers trace your cheek lightly, barely brushing against you. Itâs soft, almost reverent, like heâs memorizing this moment of peace.
Finally, Katsuki leans down and, in the quietest voice youâve ever heard him use, mutters, âDamn it⌠one day, Iâm gonna kill you if you see this.â
Then he quietly leaves, locking the door with the extra keys you gave him. Heâd never want you to see that, itâd be âtoo damn embarrassingâ but, you secretly know.
Youâve faked falling asleep to see what he does after you are knocked out. You like to pretend you donât know, thereâs no harm in that, right?
a/n: this could apply to if theyâre in a relationship or not hehe and I KNOW HE CANONICALLY GOES TO BED EARLY let me live pls đđ let a girl dream
#mha#mha x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x y/n#bakugo x you
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SAY HIII! TO THE CAMERA s. geto
â sum. stay quiet and keep him warm and hard, while he is playing video games, thatâs the order. but it seems like too much hardness making you lose control of your body.
warning. non-sorcerer au, roommate geto, spank, cĹck-drunk reader, petnames, dirty talk, overstim, praises, fem! reader, sugu gets annoyed when you canât stay still, heâs annoyed because you make him lose, lol, tats-spank, hĂĄir-pulling, choking, bit exhibitionism.
thereâs something deeply comforting about having geto suguru as your roommate, a kind of unspoken reassurance that no matter how life twists and turns, you have someone in your corner. heâs not just kind; heâs the kind of person whoâs genuinely considerate, remembering the little things that most people overlook. his gentle humor fills even the quietest moments with warmth, and his manners, always so natural, make you feel valued and understood. heâs the type of person who holds open doors, who waits for you when you linger on your way home, and who genuinely listens when you speak, as if your words are the only ones that matter.
living together, youâve come to depend on him in a way that feels both new and familiar. in the late hours of the night, when silence settles over the apartment, there are moments of connection that youâve never found with anyone else. he's seen you in every state â the vulnerable, raw moments when youâre barely holding it together, the giddy highs when youâre spilling over with excitement, and even the quiet days when all you need is to be near someone without saying a word. every joy and every sorrow, heâs there, a constant presence, filling the empty spaces of your life.
over time, though, thereâs another unspoken need that starts to creep in. itâs there in the lingering glances, the way your touches linger just a moment too long, the awareness that builds between you both, each brushing touch leaving a faint trace of longing. youâve found yourself drawn to him, in a way that goes beyond friendship, a desire simmering under the surface that you donât dare voice. itâs been a while since youâve had anyone to share that kind of closeness with, and every time heâs near, you can feel that need building, that craving that he seems to sense. and that âdesireâ you crave so much, geto is there with an open arms and. . . open legs.
it was one of those days a mix of emotions swirling, a growing desire that had been building in the space between you two, bubbling to the surface. without overthinking it, you found yourself outside getoâs room, feeling a thrill as you opened the door without knocking. you were wearing only your skirt and a simple bra, skin tingling under the weight of anticipation.
geto was at his computer, focused on whatever he had been doing, but as soon as he heard the door creak open, he turned, spinning his chair around slowly. his gaze swept over you, eyes darkening with a spark of something unmistakable as he took you in. he let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the view. âwell,â he drawled, his voice a touch rougher, âlooks like someoneâs feeling bold today.â
his own appearance was casual but undeniably alluring. he wore only a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his toned chest bare, catching the soft light from the room. his long, dark hair fell loosely around his shoulders, framing his sharp features and giving him an almost untamed look that made your heart race faster. he watched you with a steady, appreciative gaze, that familiar, playful glint in his eyes turning to something deeper as his eyes traced over your form.
âyou here for something, or just planning to drive me crazy?â he teased, his voice low, dripping with that lazy confidence he always wore so effortlessly. you felt your cheeks warm as you stepped into his room, but you didnât waver, letting your gaze flicker over his chest, taking in the way his muscles shifted.
âi think you know exactly why iâm here,â you replied, keeping your voice light but letting the meaning behind your words settle between you. his smirk widened, and he straightened, reaching a hand out to you, his touch gentle but insistent as he pulled you closer.
his hand brushing your waist, guiding you to stand between his legs. his other hand came up to rest on your hip, fingers tracing small, lazy circles along your bare skin as he looked up at you.
god, the way he looked at you, with that sultry gaze sweeping over every inch of your body, made it nearly impossible to keep your composure. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare skin, each touch almost enough to send a shiver down your spine. the air between you two felt thick, electric, as if it held every unspoken thought, every lingering glance and desire that had built up over time. you could hear the faint hitch in his breath as you stepped closer, closing what little distance remained between you.
âis that right?â he murmured, voice low and rough, his tone thick with barely concealed amusement. âand what did i do to earn this little visit? not that i iâm complaining.â his fingers toyed with the edge of your skirt, tracing a slow line up your thigh that sent waves of warmth through you, each touch building a sweet tension that had you leaning in, craving more.
you couldnât help but hum in response, letting your fingers glide over his bare shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his skin, the solid strength beneath your touch. your other hand found its way to his hair, threading through the long, dark locks that framed his face so perfectly handsome, your fingers lingering as you gently pulled him closer.
âitâs not what you did,â you replied, your voice a low, teasing murmur, your lips close enough to brush against his ear. âitâs what you can do.â the words hung between you, dripping with anticipation, each syllable filled with a promise you knew he could hear.
geto chuckled, a warm, low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. he leaned into your touch, his hand sliding up under your skirt, fingers splaying against your skin, and you could feel the heat of his palm, the barely suppressed tension in the way he touched you.
âoh?â he drawled, tilting his head so his face was dangerously close to your bellybutton. his lips grazed the shell of your skin, his breath hot against your skin. âand what exactly is it that you need me to do, pretty girl?â
before you could answer, his hands found your waist, gently but insistently pulling you down to sit on his lap. his arm wrapped securely around your bare waist, the other hand still warm and steady on your thigh. you felt yourself sink into him, the heat of his skin against yours, the way he held you close with that effortless confidence.
you leaned in, lips close to his ear as you whispered, voice teasing but edged with a hint of urgency. âyou know exactly what i want, suguru,â you murmured, your fingers tracing along his collarbone, feeling his breath hitch as you spoke. âstop pretending to be stupid.â
a lazy smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze darkening with satisfaction as he tightened his hold on you, his hand slipping higher on your thigh, tracing lazy circles that sent a spark of anticipation through you. âoh, sweetheart,â he whispered, voice rough with restrained desire, âiâd never be that stupid.â
geto shifted his hips, the heat of your bodies pressed together, his hand sliding slowly to the curve of your hip. there was a raw, unabashed hunger in his eyes, his gaze traveling over every inch of your exposed skin, taking in every subtle shudder, every quickening breath.
he pulled you even closer, desperate, and you could feel the tension building between the bitten of you as his other hand slid further up your skirt, his knuckles brushing over your inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his hand squeezed your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, an unspoken promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through you.
âif you want something,â he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper, âall you have to do is ask.â then he leaned in, his lips trailing a warm path from your collarbone up to your shoulder, and you could feel the low rumble of his voice against your sensitive skin. he nipped at your ear, his voice a dark, lustful murmur. âbeg me for it, sweetheart.â
his lips traveled back down to your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, and a small gasp escaped your lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. his lips curled into a satisfied smile against your flesh, and his hand slid even higher up your thigh, the heat of his touch searing through you.
âbeg me,â he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. âbeg me to give it to you⌠and iâll give you everything you need.â
and he lies.
you sit on his lap as he games, his cock buried deep inside you, you trying to stifle moans as occasionally he thrusts up into you, barelyâ either too distracted by his stupid games or he just being his usual self, a fucking jerk and a tease. âsuch a gooood girl, baby,â he growls lowly into your ear, muting his microphone. after all, he didnât want his teammates hearing what a good little toy you were being, taking his cock like you were.
how had things turned out like this, you wonder? you were the one that was supposed to be teasing him, not the other way around. now you were the one, stifling whimpers and moans, and almost begging him to fuck you.
âs-suguru, p-please..â you whimper.
he ignores you completely as he goes back to his game, turning his microphone back on, saying, âson of a bitch, you fuckers canât do anything right, can you?â you wiggle your hips on top of him, trying to get him to pay attention to you more, and his hand comes to rest briefly on your thigh, squeezing it tightly. a warning to knock it off. but you continue doing it. you had to take things back under your control, and what better way than by wiggling your hips, feeling him brush up against your sensitive spot, and letting out a quiet whimper.
he mutes his microphone again, letting out a warning growl, and lowly says, ây/n.. stop moving and be a good girl for me, hm?â his voice is dangerous, a sign to dare you to move even just a beat. but youuu, you tilt your head back, peering back into his face, and smile innocently. âi-i donât know what youâre talking about, suguruuu. . .â
your back was facing him as you sat on his lap, elbows resting hard on his computer desk. only you cute pink skirt wrap loosely around your waist with no underwear. your bare nipples pressed against the hard surface. getoâs fingers dig into your thigh, holding you still as he continues playing his game, ignoring your attempts at seduction. his breathing grows heavier, the scent of his arousal filling the air between you. heâs clearly struggling to focus on the match with you writhing atop him like this.
ây/n... i swear if you keep this up, iâm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless,â he warns through gritted teeth, voice menacing. despite the threat, thereâs an unmistakable note of desire lacing his words.
ânow be a good girl and sit still,â he warned, his hand reaches up to grab your hip, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing erection and continue to cockwarming him while heâs playing games with his friendsâ stupid gojo satoru. a choked gasp escapes your lips as he grinds up into you, stretching you deliciously around his girth.
his grip tightens on your hip, guiding your movements to grind yourself against him even more. he doesnât care who hears anymore, his mind consumed with thoughts of claiming you right here and now. his game character takes a hit from an enemy player the moment you do a harsh slammed on his cock, causing him to curse loudly into his mic.
âfuck! âm distracted,â he admits before cutting himself off mid-sentence, realizing just how loud heâd been. he quickly mutes his mic once more, though he makes no move to stop grinding you against him. âthatâs what you wanted, isnât it, y/n? for me to lose focus so i could finally give you what you've been craving.â
his hand slides up your spine from your hip, gripping your neck firmly enough to let you know he means business. âiâm not going to repeat myself y/n, stop fucking moving.â his other hand comes up to slap lightly against your ass after retreating from the keyboard, leaving a warm imprint on your skin before he pushes your chest further to his desk and continues to play his game. gasp!
getoâs dominant grip on your hips and neck sends shivers down your spine, your body responding instinctively to his commanding touch. the sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp and gasp, the sting mixing with the pleasure of having your bare bottom exposed to him.
despite his warnings, you canât help but subtly rock your hips, seeking friction against his thick length still buried deep within you. your upper teeth sinking lowered on your lower lips, a subtle way to hide the desperate moaning. your breath hitches as he pushes you harder against the desk, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body beneath you.
as geto focuses back on his game, you find yourself leaning forward moreâ your nipples touching the cold surface making you shiver, bracing your hands on the edge of the desk under you. this position allows you to sink deeper onto his cock, your inner walls clenching reflexively around him.
with each subtle roll of your hips, geto lets out a low groan, his focus waverting from his game momentarily. he pulls you closer, forcing his cock deeper inside you until you feel every inch of him pressing against your most sensitive spots.
âfucking hell, y/n...â he curses under his breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control. but itâs clear that heâs losing the battle against both his own desires and yours, even against his own stupid games. he smacks your ass again, this time harder, leaving a bright red mark on your flesh.
âbe still!â he demands, his voice laced with both frustration and lust. his fingers dig into your neck, applying pressure just shy of pain. the smack on your ass sends another jolt of pleasure through you, your body arching back against him instinctively. the mix of pain and pleasure leaves you panting, your pussy clamping down on his cock as if begging for more.
despite his command, you canât seem to obey. instead, you press your breasts further into the desk, enjoying the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against the cool surface. each movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the ache building between your legs.
âsuguru... please,â you whisper, your voice barely above a whimper. the desperation in your tone is undeniably begging. getoâs grip on your neck tightens, his thumb brushing over your pulse point rhythmically as he fights against the urge to simply throw caution to the wind and claim you right then and there. instead, he focuses back on his game, cursing loudly when his character takes another hit.
âshit... y/n, shut up before i really lose my shit,â he growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of his hips. his cock surges deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. his other hand losing the touch of his keyboard for a beat to sending a slaps down on your ass again, this time in slow deliberate strokes meant to draw out your pleasure. heâs punishing you for making him lose focus, but also rewarding you for being such a tease.
getoâs punishing thrusts send waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your nails digging into the desktop as you struggle to hold back cries of pleasure. the slow, deliberate slaps on your ass echo through the room, each impact sending tingles racing up your spine.
âahh!â you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, your pleas growing more desperate as the coil of tension inside you winds tighter and tighter. the combination of his thick cock stretching you open and the relentless stimulation to your sensitive ass has you teetering on the brink of climax. you can feel the telltale fluttering in your core, signaling your impending release.
getoâs jaw clenches as he battles to keep his composure, refusing to let go and indulge in the sweet release that beckons him. his fingers waltz down from your neck to the curve of your hip, tightening on the soft flesh, his grip bordering on bruising as he holds you in place, denying you the friction you crave.
ânot yet, y/n... you donât get to come until i say so,â he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. his hips buck upward sharply, burying himself to the hilt inside you for the countless times and grinding against your clit with a forceful thrust.
he repeats this motion several times, using your body for his own pleasure, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in with brutal intensity. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled moans and his guttural groans.
the rough treatment only fuels your desire, pushing you closer to the edge with each powerful thrust. your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him for more as you ride the wave of pleasure heâs forcing upon you. the way you roll your hips like you are either desperately looking for the climax youâve been craving for the past hours, trying to get revenge for keeping you waiting, or just simply trying to suck his soulâ geto are fine either way.
âpleaseee. . . suguâââm gonna cum,â you stutter out, the words trailing off into a series of whimpers. your inner walls clench and flutter around his cock, pulsing with the intensity wanting of your release, âplease, âm sorry,â you cry. your body convulses, each tremor rippling through you as you cling desperately to the desk.
geto grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him, urging him towards his own climax. but he refuses to give in just yet, determined to make you pay for distracting him with your teasing. ânot good enough... beg properly,â he commands, his voice a low growl. he slams into you again, driving his cock even deeper than before, stretching your inner walls to their limitâ kissing your cervix each time. his hand moves from your hip to your dripping cunt, his fingers delving into your wetness, stroking at your swollen clit.
he keeps up this merciless pace, alternating between hard thrusts and swift withdrawals, driving you to the brink of madness. your pleas become more frantic, your body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. âpleaseâ let me cum, i need to...â you gasp out, your voice hitching on each word as you fight to maintain coherence.
each stroke of his fingers against your clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, amplifying the ache in your core. the combination of his thick cock pounding into you and his skilled fingers working your clit has you teetering on the precipice of obliviation.
âiâm sorry, iâm sooo sorryâ pleasee...â you sob, your plea turning into a keening wail as you about to reach your pea only for geto to lift you up off his cock before slamming back into your pussyâ playing with your climax and just generically being an asshole.
geto leans over you, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispers darkly, ânot yet... not till you learn your lesson.â with each thrust, he aims to prove his dominance, showing no mercy as he punishes you for your disobedience. his fingers never relent from their torment of your clit, adding fuel to the fire thatâs consuming you from within.
he reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly before pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. the sharp pinch sends an unexpected surge of pleasure coursing through you, making your back arch off the desk and the game long forgotten.
âbeg better...â he taunts, knowing full well that heâs playing with fire. without saying a word to his friends, geto left his game to open his computer camera. he grab a fistful of your hair to pull your face away from the desk. a soft light illuminating your face. geto smile to his camera as he saw your fucked-face, ruined by your tears and your mascara.
he pulls you closer until your back touches his sweaty chest before snake his arm under your thighs and opens your legs wider to his camera. âsay hi, to the camera y/n,â he whisper in your ear as he rest his chin on shoulder. your breath comes in short gasps, each thrust of his cock sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. the split pinch on your nipple only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
you whimper, your voice choked with unshed tears. the sight of his hand gripping your hair tightly sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you whoâs in control. with the way he pressing your back against his chest, knees straight glue to your chest, you canât help but squirm on top of him. his heavy breathing in your ear, the warmth of his body against yoursâitâs all too much.
âhi. . .â you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible. the words are directed towards the camera, but theyâre laced with desperation and pleading.
geto chuckles, dark and mocking, at your feeble attempt to address the camera, his amusement evident in the way he tightens his grip on your hair. he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of your drenched cunt with ruthless efficiencyâ visible to the camera of his computer.
âthatâs iiiit... look pretty while youâre getting fucked,â he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper that sends chills down your spine. he watches you through the screen, purple eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he observes your reactions. his free hand trails down your body, exploring every curve and crevice with possessive intent. he cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze before smacking it hard enough to leave a red print on your skin.
âstill think you can distract me?â he asks, his tone laced with challenge.
your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations, each thrust of his cock sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. ân-noâcanât, i wonât,â you stammer out, your voice choked with emotion. the sting of his slap on your breast makes you flinch, but it also intensifies the heat coiling in your lower belly. despite the pain and humiliation, you find yourself pushed closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of orgasmic bliss.
geto smirks at your admission, pleased with the submission in your voice. he drives into you harder, relentlessly in his pursuit of your pleasureâand your punishment. âmmm, good girl... now cum for me,â he orders, his voice a seductive mix of command and promise. he lets go of your hair to grasp your throat, applying just enough pressure to ensure your attention remains focused on him and nothing else.
the hand that had been smacking your breasts now finds its way between your bodies, rubbing circles onto your clit while still keeping a firm hold on your throat. he watches intently, observing how your face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the sight of you succumbing to his will.
âlet me hear it... let me hear how good it feels when i fuck you senseless,â he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. âcome on baby, i know you are dirty girl.â your entire being focuses on the sensation of his cock plunging into you, each thrust hitting spots inside you that send waves of pleasure crashing through your body. the pressure on your throat and the stimulation of your clit combine to push you closer to the edge.
a strangled moan escapes your lips, your voice breaking as you try to comply with his demand. âit- it feels so goodâ so fucking good...â you pant, your words punctuated by gasps and whimpers. your pussy clenches around his cock, desperate for release as you cling to the last threads of sanity.
geto grins at your words, satisfaction washing over him as he feels your pussy tightening around his throbbing member. he tightens his grip on your throat slightly, forcing a choked cry from your lips.
âthatâs it... thatâs my good girl,â he praises, his voice a deep rumble of approval. he quickens his pace, each thrust becoming more powerful and deliberate. the sound of your moans and the sight of your flushed face spur him on further. he wants to see you unravel, to witness the moment when pleasure overtakes reason. âcum for me... show me what a fucking mess iâve made of you,â he grunts, his fingers rubbing furiously against your clit, eager to draw out your climax.
your body trembles on the brink of release, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive clit sends you spiraling into oblivion. you throw your head back to his shoulder, closing your eyes as you feel your toes curling and your legs shaking in the air. stars running around behind your eyelids and burst into fireworks.
a loud cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt clenching tightly around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body. your limbs feel weak, your mind foggy as you ride out the intensity of your climax.
âoh god, oh godddd...â you whimper, your body wracked with sobs as you struggle to regain control as geto watches you through his screen. geto relishes the feeling of your cum spasming around his cock, begging to milk him dry and sucking his cum out, and paint your velvet walls white. he lets out a low groan, his own climax building rapidly.
he continues to rub your clit mercilessly, determined to prolong your pleasure even as he approaches his own peak. his grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to breathe raggedly. âlook at you... crying and coming like a fucking whore,â he mutters, his voice thick with lust. he gives one final, deep thrust, burying himself completely inside you as he releases his seed deep within your womb.
your body continues to convulse with aftershocks of pleasure, your cunt still clamping sporadically around his cock. the sensation of his hot cum filling you up pushes you over the edge once more, another wave of ecstasy washing over you. through tear-filled eyes, you gaze up at the screen, meeting getoâs intense purple stare. your mouth hangs open just a wee, panting heavily as you struggle to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
âfuck, suguru,â you whimper, your voice hoarse from crying out during your orgasms. your arms fall limply to your sides, unable to support your weight any longer. youâre utterly spent, drained of all energy and willpower, finally. all you can do is sit there on his lap, impaled on his cock, as he fills you with his essence.
geto watches you intently, drinking in the sight of your ravaged expression and trembling form. he keeps his cock buried deep inside you, relishing the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of your used hole.
he finally releases your throat, his hands moving to cup your breasts instead, squeezing them gently as if testing their weight. he strokes your nipples with his thumbs, teasing them back to hardness. âsuch a beautiful mess,â he whispers, his tone filled with pride and satisfaction. he reaches up to gently wipe away some of the tears trailing down your cheeks, his touch surprisingly tender given the rough sex you just endured.
once heâs satisfied with your appearance, he leans back in his chair, pulling you against his chest as he cradles you in his strong arms. he strokes your hair soothingly, humming a soft melody that seems to vibrate through his body and into yours.
âso beautiful,â he coos, his voice a warm caress against your ear, eyes meeting yours in the land of his screen. âshame weâre only roommate,â he smiling softly before kissing your forehead. your body molds against his, seeking comfort and reassurance after the intense session. struggling the way your body trembling, with the energy left you move to face him, nuzzle into his neck and curl up on his lap, breathing in his scent as you slowly come down from the high of your multiple orgasms.
you let out a soft sigh, your breath tickling his skin. despite the tenderness of the moment, you canât help but feel a pang of sadness at his words. as much as you crave his touch and desire him intensely, you know that this is all it can ever beâa secret tryst between roommates.
âyeah, what a shame,â you murmur, your voice barely audible. you trail off, not daring to finish the thought aloud. you know it would be futile to hope for more, to dream of a future where suguru could be yours openly and without shame. geto holds you close, his arms encircling your waist possessively. he tilts your chin up with one finger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
âdonât look so sad, kitten,â he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. âwe have this, donât we? these moments, just you and me...â he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and claiming every inch of you. when he finally pulls away, youâre both left panting softly.
âi know itâs not ideal,â he admits, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. âbut itâs better than nothing, isnât it? at least we can have this... this connection.â he smiles ruefully, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. âand who knows?â
you nod slowly, trying to convince yourself that yes, this is enough. itâs not ideal, but itâs somethingâsomething real and raw and incredibly satisfying. you capture his hand and press it against your cheek, holding it there as you gaze into his eyes. âyeah, whatever,â you agree softly.
you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm before releasing his hand. you snuggle back into his embrace, feeling contented and oddly fulfilled. maybe this was all you needed after allâto share these stolen moments with geto, to experience the depth of emotion and physical intimacy that he alone could provide.
getoâs smile widens at your acceptance, relief washing over him with hummed followed along after. he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you flush against his muscular frame. âwhatever indeed,â he chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body. he nuzzles your hair affectionately, inhaling your scent deeply.
âiâm glad we understand each other, kitten,â he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. ânow, how about we take a nap? i think weâve earned it after that intense session.â he settles back in his chair, cradling you in his lap as he reclines comfortably. his cock, still semi-hard, presses against your ass, a constant reminder of your recent activities.
âjust rest here with me,â he whispers, stroking your back soothingly. âletâs recharge our batteries for the next time.â geto grins, a devilish glint in his purple eyes. âwhat a sweet shit-talker,â you mutter, too tired or maybe too much of a coward to say it out loud.
the soft insult making the raven-haired man snort, âwell, arenât you a cynic?â his hand moves to stroke your hair, his touch gentle yet firm. âbut hey, even the biggest cynics need a little sweetness now and then, right?â he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. âand besides, iâm just looking out for my favorite roommate.â he winks, his smirk playful yet dangerous.
you roll your eyes, attempting to put up a facade of indifference, but you canât stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. âoh, so iâm your favorite, huh?â you retort weakly, leaning into his touch. âi must be so honored.â
he lets out another of those low laughs, the sound sending a shiver through you. âoh, you should be,â he says, his voice lilting with playful arrogance. âi donât just let anyone sit on my lap, you know. you should count yourself lucky, sweetheart.â
you let yourself relax in his embrace, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket. his hands continue their soothing motions, roaming over your back and hair, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. despite your exhaustion, a cheeky thought crosses your mind as you snuggle closer to him.
âfavorite roommate, huh?â you tease, your voice low and sultry. âi thought i was your only roommate.â
geto chuckles once again, his chest rumbling against yours. âah, semantics,â he replies, his voice a mix of amusement and feigned nonchalance. âdetails, details. my favorite⌠my only⌠same difference, really.â he pulls you even closer, his arms encircling you like a warm, muscular embrace. âbesides,â he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. âyou're the only roommate i need.â
you couldnât help but smile, feeling the warmth of his chest rumbling with his quiet chuckle, his voice laced with that familiar mix of amusement and teasing. his arms tightened around you, drawing you closer until there was hardly any space between you, his embrace both comforting and exhilarating.
as his lips found that sensitive spot on your neck, a soft sigh escaped you, and you leaned into his touch, letting your fingers trail gently along his shoulder. the way he held you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, everything felt like second nature, the kind of closeness that only he could bring.
snuggling closer, you let out a quiet laugh, your eyes half-closed as you nestled against him. âcheeky bastard,â you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you relaxed into his arms. his warmth enveloped you, and you closed your eyes, letting the moment wrap around you like a gentle haze.
his lips curved into a smirk against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back. âdamn right i am,â he replied, his voice low and amused. he shifted in his chair, his muscular arms flexing as he pulled you even closer. you were practically pressed flush against him now, the heat of his body seeping through your skin, a comforting and exciting presence.
geto hums, a pleased sound that vibrates through his chest. his fingers continue their gentle, soothing motions, tracing invisible patterns on your skin, as if heâs trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. âbut i prefer the term âcharming, irresistible bastard,â thank you very much,â he replies jokingly. âand besides, you like it when iâm cheeky.â
a laugh escapes you as his words sink in, a warm, playful sound that melts into the air around you. âi donât know where you got that idea,â you reply, your voice light with mock indignation. âi never said i liked it when youâre cheeky.â
but even as you deny it, your arms find their way around his bare waist, pulling yourself closer, and you can feel his warmth seeping into you, steady and grounding. the rhythmic beat of his heart thumps under your ear, a soothing lull that makes the rest of the world feel like itâs melting away.
with a soft, relieved sigh, you let yourself relax into him, the tension slowly leaving your body as you settle in his embrace. itâs moments like thisâhis warmth, his quiet hum, the way his fingers trace gentle patterns on your backâthat remind you of how safe and at home you feel with him.
geto's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he feels you relax against him, as if he knows exactly the effect heâs having on you. his arms wrap even tighter around you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.
âmmm,â he murmurs, the sound of a low vibration in his chest. âdeny it all you want, sweetheart. but we both know you secretly find my cheeky behavior adorable,â he punctuates his words with a light nip at your neck, a teasing gesture that sends a shiver through you.
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TLDR: Francesca Bridgerton is Autistic. Fight me.
Okay so I did not go into Season 3 of Bridgerton expecting to have any feelings about Francesca Bridgerton. We have seen her only in glimpses in the show and I have not read the books, so I knew basically nothing about her before binging the first four episodes.
But guys. GUYS. I will die for this autistic queen.
Okay, so starting with first impressions. We know that on her big day, Francesca went out of her way to avoid her nosy, loud family by having a very early, quiet breakfast by herself and then calming down via playing the piano (clearly a special interest of hers).
In her first balls, we see Francesca light up any time she talks about music (clearly her current or forever special interest) but as soon as men try to take it to a flirting place she IMMEDIATELY shuts down. It's clear that even as she states very matter-of-factly that she plans to marry this season, she also is baffled and uncomfortable any time someone tries to actually, ya know, court her.
At one of her first shindigs, she got attention and then went up to her brother and (while making almost no eye contact) told him (rather than asked him) that she needed a sec.
She then sat by herself in the side of the ballroom.
Later on, she left a ball in search of quiet and solitude to fix her sensory overload, so she went outside this time. (A thing that we know from pervious seasons is a HUGE no-no, particularly unchaperoned. But she was very respectfully near the door so maybe that's fine?) The point is that she cares very much about staying respectable so she can get this marriage thing over with and get people to stop perceiving her, yet she risks some scandal by going outside just so she can be somewhere quiet alone.
Enter: this absolute (also autistic) Prince Charming.
He says hello (so she knows he's not like trying to sneak up on her in the dark like a creep) and then just stands there. 10/10, no notes, best way to flirt I have ever seen in my life.
Seriously just look at this. I'm in love. Never before has there been a greater sign of love at first sight than in this "standing politely five feet apart in total silence in the middle of a ball and enjoying each other's company."
I need to go watch these first four episodes about a hundred more times, but I THINK this might be the first sincere smile we see from Francesca??!? I at least got the impression immediately that this is the first time she's felt genuinely comfortable and happy while not entirely alone this season.
Like, these nerds did not even exchange names. They barely exchanged a word. Yet you can see them falling head over heels in love right there in that moment. I don't even LIKE love at first sight tropes and they have my whole heart. They are the only exception.
Then, of course, you have this second absolutely iconic Scene of Silence where the entire Bridgerton family stares in neurotypical confusion a these two amazing weirdos. The way these two do not know each other but they DO know each other. The way they are both so happy and so comfortable but also still playing the whole society game the way they were told they had to?? I just don't have words right now.
LOOK AT HER SMILE, GUYSSSSSSSS.
Look how happy this tiny, silent moment is making her. How she understands immediately what he's doing and is absolutely delighted to participate too even knowing her entire family is hardcore judging them from not that far away.
And then you get this smug little look from him and it's like you can see his autistic ass thinking, "Yes. I calculated correctly. This was the correct romance option. Gold star to me." (Okay, maybe that's just how my brain works but shhhhh)
Which, of course, brings us to this absolutely hilariously awkward ND attempt at flirting. We start off with some fairly normal "whoops, I'm flustered cause you make me nervous" sort of moments, but notice how little eye contact she makes. How she only looks in his eyes very briefly and it seems like she almost has to remind herself to do so when she's doing the "polite" answers (OR later when she's genuinely interested in a topic).
So as soon as Francesca is like "oh shit, I ruined it. I forgot how to neurotypical. It's over" then she loses patience with the practiced social niceties.
I spent like 30 minutes trying to find a GIF and I should already be asleep so I'm not going to go learn how to make one BUT I needed to look up exactly what happens next cause it's basically the most autistic thing I've ever seen.
WHICH IS that in response to the second awkward silence after Francesca shares all of this, John's response is, "That is helpful. If you'll excuse me."
Then dude bro just WALKS AWAY WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.
Like it would be awkward anyway but now Francesca thinks she misread a social cue so she's feeling sad, and meanwhile this absolute king is over here on a romantic mission no one asked him to do because he is that set on showing her he's listening and cares.
The man shows up at the ball and as soon as he had a paper we were all screaming "he wrote her a song!!!"
Again, notice the eye contact (or lack thereof). I think with period dramas and women, it's easy to just go "oh she's just shy" or "she's just being demure like she's supposed to" but like NO. This girl does not want to meet anyone's eyes.
Until she does. Because in moments where she's talking about music or enjoying quiet, it's worth it to purposefully meet his eyes and see how he's feeling too. To make sure he can see she's happy.
ANYWAY, it was so much better than him writing a song for her.
SO. MUCH. BETTER.
Because he didn't just give her any ol' music. He sought out the music they'd specifically heard in the street, and he took her exact specifications on what was "wrong" with the music, and he FIXED IT. He then put the whole thing on sheet music and handed her a copy with no further explanation than this.
Our autistic lass was so excited she basically sprinted out of that ball so she could find a piano. (Which, the fact that she does this rather than try to stay and flirt/dance with the man who just gave her this incredible gift ALSO says a lot, just saying. Daphne could never.)
So our girl finds a piano and GUYS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS.
I'm pretty sure this woman would accept a proposal right this second. Maybe make one herself. She is so head over heels in love with this man that it's absurd. We have watched her mask in these first four episodes, but the last two where she's interacting with John are the first times she seems genuinely happy and like the real her is shining through.
Like, does she enjoy her family? Sure. But it's obvious (and she even tells us) that she finds them overwhelming and generally to be A Lot. But these scenes? This gesture?
You can just get how seen she feels. How weird and wild and amazing it is to her that this man can see who she actually is and wants to join her there instead of making her play some part of the perfect Bridgerton who likes to be the center of attention.
(And even here - the EYE CONTACT. She glances at people when she's talking to them, but the way she looks at the sheet music is so much more intense and intimate and personal than anytime she's looking at the average person in the show. She still even in places she's most comfortable, such as sitting at the piano, makes very little eye contact and only at very specific moments.)
Anyway I'm going to sleep now but I'm sure I'll add more thoughts as they come to me. Feel free to add your own case for why Francesca is autistic and/or otherwise neurodivergent. I want to hear allllllll the thoughts.
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THREE WEEKS & THREE DAYS - P.SH
pairing. best friend's ex!sunghoon x reader
genre. best friend's ex au, halloween au, smut, angst (if you squint).
word count. 12.2k+
warnings. alcohol consumption, drug usage, partying, driving under the influence, toxic relationships, themes of divorce, brief mention of physical abuse, smut [car sex, use of handcuffs, oral, praise kink/dirty talk, creampie]
summary. a stressful night at a Halloween party has you seeking comfort from the last person you should be involved with â your best friend's ex.
a/n. HIGHLY HIGHLY inspired by season 2 episode 1 of euphoria! this is a work of pure fiction and is NOT a reflection of how i view the members. despite writing this story, i DO NOT condone the dangerous choices the characters in this fic make and DO NOT encourage others to do so! read at your own discretion. also, very special thanks to @zreamy for beta-reading this for me!!
When you were six, you spent Halloween night lying on a hospital bed dressed as Hannah Montana.
Everything happened so fast; one moment, you were trick-or-treating with your father and younger sister while scarfing down a Snickers bar for the first time (a king-sized one at that), and the next, your dad was rushing you to the hospital in a panic, tears in his eyes as he encouraged you to stay awake in the backseat.
By the time youâd arrived at the hospital, your body had gone completely limp, and your father struggled to carry both you and your younger sister into the hospital lobby. From what you can remember, it was like a scene from a movie: seeing your dad cry for the first time, being wheeled into an unfamiliar bright room on a mobile bed, all while dressed as your favorite popstar.
The scariest part of the night was shortly after arriving at the hospital and catching a glimpse of your reflection, not recognizing the person staring back at you. The blonde wig and blue eye contacts were to be expected, but the swollen face and half-lidded eyes were another. Had you been able to breathe (let alone talk), you likely wouldâve given your sister a classic Halloween jumpscare.
Your mother had arrived only a few minutes after you did, yelling at your father loud enough to have the hospital staff threaten to kick her out. âYou forgot she was allergic to peanuts?! Where was her fucking EpiPen?!â
Your dad sighed, running a hand across his face, âI forgot to pick it up. Iâve been busy withâŚyou know.â
She scoffs, âYou donât think Iâve been busy too?! Especially now that we have to meet with the divorce lawyer once a week?!â
Your ears perk up at that, âDivorce?â
You hadnât known much about the true meaning of divorce, except that itâs something your friendâs parents had gone through, and now he gets two of everything. Two birthdays, two Christmases, two lives. So simple yet so perfect, what child wouldnât dream of that?
Your parents, who hadnât even known you were awake, silence themselves immediately. Tears quickly form in your motherâs eyes as she realizes theyâd been caught, trying their best to keep the news of their divorce as quiet as possible, waiting for the right moment to explain to you and your sister, Yuna, the real meaning of it, and how different your lives would be.
It dawns on them that thereâs no point trying to keep this secret any longer. You were a smart kid, it was probably only a matter of time before you found out on your own, anyway.Â
All in one night, you managed to survive a near-death experience, only to be followed by the news of your parentsâ divorce. And somehow, at twenty-three years old, watching Lee Heeseung flirt with random girls at a Halloween party is much worse than everything you experienced that cursed night in 2007.
âCan you at least pretend that youâre having a good time?!â You can barely hear Minjeong over how loud the music is, her words fading in and out as you take a sip from your cup.
âI am having a good time, isnât it obvious?â you reply, showing Minjeong your best fake smile.
Grinning, Minjeong shakes her head at you. âNot at all. Here, need a refill?â
Without waiting for your response, Minjeong hops off the kitchen counter and snatches the red solo cup in your hand. You donât bother protesting, sighing as you rest your weight against the marble countertop, while she adds a mix of different ingredients to your cup.
When sheâs not looking, you tilt your head in the direction of the living room, hoping to get a glance at Heeseung through the sea of drunken college students.
The only word that can be used to describe your relationship with Heeseung is âunfortunateâ. You were together for six months, and spent most of the time fighting, making up, and having sex. It was a relentless, tiresome cycle you allowed yourself to succumb to just for the sake of not having to be alone.
Most of the arguments would start with you questioning Heeseungâs loyalty, growing suspicious upon seeing his username pop up in the likes section of random girls on social media. In hindsight, it seems like a silly thing to get upset over. The entire purpose of social media was to connect and interact with others anyway, but, why was it always girls? And why would these girls suddenly start watching your stories?
Breaking up with him was harder than you couldâve imagined, and youâre sure you wouldnât have been able to do it without Minjeong by your side, encouraging you through the entire process.Â
The aftermath was embarrassingly excruciating. For two weeks, you locked yourself in your bedroom and fell into a cycle of sleeping and crying, occasionally taking breaks to eat or use the restroom. At one point, your phone spent a full forty-eight hours without being turned on at all, causing your loved ones to panic upon not being able to get ahold of you.
Slowly but surely you managed to build yourself back up, finally starting to feel like your old self when Heeseung suggested the two of you get back together.
You were hesitant, of course, telling Heeseung you were willing to work things out if he can prove to you heâs changed and ready to be the loyal, doting boyfriend he shouldâve been from the start.
So no, youâre not together. But youâre also not not together. Itâs confusing.
A football player is blocking your view of Heeseung (dressed as a cowboy), you have to stand on your tip-toes to catch a glimpse of him talking to â wait, who is that?
âPatrick would not stand for this.â Minjeong interrupts your thoughts, poking fun at your costume choice of a female Patrick Bateman.
You shrug, pretending to act clueless. âI wasnât doing anything.â
Minjeong rolls her eyes, shoving your cup back into your hand âSure, you werenât. Come on, cheers with me.â
âTo what?â you ask, suspiciously eyeing the drink sheâs just handed you. Minjeong isnât that great of a cook, so you can imagine sheâs not the best bartender either. In fact, itâd be best if she stayed far away from any sort of kitchen appliance.
She thinks for a moment then excitedly extends her cup out to you. âTo getting over our shitty ex-boyfriends!â
Minjeongâs ex was Park Sunghoon, they dated on and off for a year and a half before calling it quits over the summer. You donât remember the exact reason why they broke up, there were many different factors. It didnât matter, they were bad for each other anyway and the relationship was entirely too toxic for either of their wellbeing.Â
You donât know much about Sunghoon aside from the things Minjeong felt comfortable enough to share with you and the fact that he is on the universityâs hockey team with Heeseung. Youâve probably had a handful of conversations and interactions with Sunghoon in the entire time of knowing him, and are more than happy with things staying that way.
Holding your cup up high, you match Minjeongâs smile and tap your cup against hers. âTo getting over our ex-boyfriends!â
The drink is disgusting. You quickly turn away so you donât hurt your best friendâs feelings by gagging at the taste. She manages to down her entire cup while you make quick work of pouring a majority of yours down the sink behind you.
Minjeong stares down at her empty cup with wide eyes, licking the remains off her plump lips. âHoly shit, that was so good. Do you want more? Iâm gonna make myself another cup.â
âIâm good for now, thanks,â you say, snatching your cup away when she reaches for it. Minjeong raises a brow at you, and you follow up with, âI should wait before having another drink.â
She nods understandingly, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for coming up with that so quickly.
While sheâs occupied with making another drink, your eyes trail back over towards Heeseung. The football player from earlier is gone, and now that your view is no longer obstructed, you watch in confusion as Heeseung now has this mystery girl by the waist, leaning his head down close to her lips as she whispers something in his ear.
This really is worse than Halloween 2007.
âHey.â You tap Minjeongâs shoulder. âIâll be right back, okay?â
She follows your line of sight, scowling when it lands on Heeseung. âYN, donât make a big deal out of this. You guys technically arenât even together.â
âRelax, Iâm just going to say hi.â You assure her, moving to head towards Heeseung when Minjeong stops you with a hand on your chest. âThink about this, please.â
You sigh, using your free hand to clutch hers and slowly bring it down from your chest. âIâll be fine. Be back soon so we can dance, okay?â
Minjeong knows she wonât be able to stop you once your mind is made up, all she can do is sigh and wish you the best as you make a beeline for your ex. Maybe not the greatest idea on your part, but youâre too tipsy to think rationally.
Heeseung doesnât notice you when you first approach, it takes the mystery girl awkwardly gesturing in your direction for him to finally look over at you, immediately dropping his hand from the girlâs waist. âYN!â He shouts, a little too excitedly, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
A few minutes later, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Heeseung on step one of your toxic cycle â arguing.
âYouâre overreacting,â Heeseung claims. âWe were just talking.â
âAbout what, Heeseung? Why did you have to hold her by the fucking waist to talk to her?â
âBecause! She was drunk! I was holding her up so she wouldnât fall and hurt herself!â
âWho gives a shit if she falls? Sheâs not your fucking girlfriend.â
âYeah, well, neither are you.âÂ
His words shouldnât hurt as much as they do because heâs right; despite trying to work on things, you arenât his girlfriend. You were the one who said you werenât ready to get back together, not him. You shouldnât be upset with him for talking to other girls.
And yet, here you are with tears in your eyes.Â
You nod silently, avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat.Â
Heeseung must realize how much his words have affected you if the way he curses at himself, and shamefully runs a hand across his face is anything to go by. âListen, Iâm sor-â
âDonât bother.â You stand from the bed, holding back a sob.âEverything about this was a mistake. Youâll never change.â
Heeseung reaches a hand out to grab your arm as you push past him. âYN, I didnât mean it.â
âYeah, Heeseung, you did mean it,â you say, pulling the bedroom door open.
There is no point in trying to reason with Heeseung. You know in a matter of time heâll apologize, youâll accept it like you always do, have make-up sex, then lecture him about how important it is that he changes before you can consider getting back together. Another endless cycle youâve fallen into.
Stepping back into the party, you head in the opposite direction of where Minjeong would be, not wanting to run into her in your current state and bump right into someone dressed as Spiderman, causing the little remains of your drink to spill over and knock to the ground. Youâre grateful that a crucial part of Patrick Batemanâs costume involved a plastic raincoat, or else your outfit would have suffered a dark blue stain.
âOh my God, YN! Iâm so sorry!â Spider-Man apologizes with a thick Australian accent.
âJake?â You question, gesturing for him to take the mask off.
He follows your command, face bright red from embarrassment or alcohol. Probably both.
âYeah, haha, hey. Really sorry about that, I can get you a new drink.â Jake turns in the direction of the kitchen before you stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âItâs fine, Jake. Do you know where the bathroom is?â
Jake thinks for a moment, scratching at the small amount of stubble thatâs graced his chin. He really does make a perfect Spider-Man, and if you werenât so upset, you probably wouldâve stayed and told him that.
âUpstairs, all the way down the hall. Wait! Itâs occupied, people are doing coke in there, I think.â
Great.
You sigh. âDo you know if thereâs another one I can use?â
âIâm pretty sure thereâs one.â Jake turns, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. âRight there. I saw a few people come in and out.â
Thanking Jake, you follow his direction and head to the door at the end of the hallway.
Itâs a garage, not a bathroom. But, as long as you get a moment alone, you donât really care where you are.
After shutting the door behind you, you sit on top of a washing machine and flinch at the cold metal sending chills down your thighs.
You shouldnât have come out tonight, you donât even care about Halloween to begin with. Itâs an overrated holiday, you wish you wouldâve convinced Minjeong to stay in with you and have a classic horror movie marathon while eating takeout and pausing to hand out (peanut-free) candy to trick-or-treaters.
Though, youâre sure you still wouldâve spent the better half of the night obsessively tapping through Heeseungâs Instagram stories or trying to spot him in the background of someone elseâs. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what, and you find yourself wondering if thereâs an end to this unhealthy cycle.
Despite being so young when it happened, youâre sure your parentsâ divorce obstructed your view of love and how a healthy adult relationship should work. Your father went on to have short-lived relationships with younger women who were using him for his money, while your mother remained single and chose to criticize her ex-husbandâs current lifestyle choices. They couldnât even co-parent in peace, always making petty comments to the other during drop-offs and pick-ups, finding any and every little thing to start arguing about.
One time in particular, after spending the weekend at your fatherâs house, your mother slapped him in a Dairy Queen parking lot upon realizing his new girlfriend had taken you and your sister to get your ears pierced. You didnât actually see the slap happen, but it was loud enough to echo through the empty parking lot and hard enough to leave a red mark on his face.
The memory has tears forming in your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, but before any of them have the chance to trickle down, the garage door swings open.
You turn, and Park Sunghoon (dressed as a police officer) is staring back at you with a confused look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing in the direction of the party. âUh, Jake said this was the bathroom.â
Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. âNo, the bathroomâs upstairs but itâs being used. If you really have to go, Iâm pretty sure that door leads to the backyard.â You nod your head in the direction of the other door, and Sunghoon picks up on what youâre implying.
He thanks you before jogging over to the exit, setting his cup down on a metal dog crate before turning the knob and pushing open the door.
Sunghoon stands far enough out of frame that you only see a portion of his backside, and once the sound of him pissing on the grass hits your ears, you wonder why he didnât bother to close the door in the first place.
Men.
He clears his throat awkwardly, âSo, you sââ
You cut him off. âLetâs just wait until youâre done, please.â
Sunghoon nods, mumbling, âRight, right.â
He finishes up a few seconds later, zipping his pants back up and properly adjusting himself before returning to the garage, closing the door behind him and picking his drink back up in the process. âSo, Iâm guessing youâreâŚupset because of Heeseung?â
You let out a sad chuckle that sounds more like a sob. âLucky guess. Heâs just so fucking confusing, I canât take it.â
âYouâll be alright,â Sunghoon responds, slipping his phone from his pants pocket and unlocking it. âHeeseungâs a douchebag.â
This catches you off guard, and youâre laughing before you even realize it. âIsnât he your friend?â
Sunghoon shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone as he scrolls. âNot really. We donât talk much if it isnât related to hockey or school.â
A beat of silence passes, then you ask, âWhen Heeseung and I were together, did he mention anything about cheating on me? Or talking to other girls?â
Sunghoon glances up at you for a split second, taking in how sad and hopeful you look before returning his gaze to the weather app heâd been using to distract himself.
He wasnât sure if Heeseung went as far as physically cheating on you, but he was definitely talking to other girls behind your back; proudly showing the hockey team countless nudes and vulgar photos they would send him, some of them coming from your own friends.Â
Sunghoon canât tell you this, youâre upset enough as it is.
âI wouldnât know, I always tuned him out whenever he talked.â
Though heâs not sure what answer you were hoping for, Sunghoon can tell youâre a little disappointed by his response. Truthfully, he didnât feel like getting involved in anyone elseâs drama. If you wanted clarity from Heeseung, you shouldâve gone straight to the source.
âSorry,â you apologize, feeling slightly embarrassed that you probably made things awkward, âhave you seen Minjeong?â
Your attempt to change the subject seems to work, because Sunghoon scoffs loudly at your question and shoves his phone back in his pocket. âHave I seen the girl that just spent ten minutes yelling at me? Yeah, we may have crossed paths.â He says sarcastically, shaking his head before taking a sip of his drink.
âYell at you? For what?â
âShe fuckinââŚI guess before we broke up she said I should dress up as a cop for Halloween and I mustâve said no, and now sheâs saying I only dressed up like this,â he gestures towards himself, âto spite her. Fuckinâ insanity.â
âWell, did you?â You canât help but ask, Minjeong would always go on for hours about how spiteful of a person Sunghoon was.
He shrugs, mindlessly tracing the rim of the red solo cup with his pointer finger, âMaybe, but this is all that was left in my size at the party store.â
Youâre surprised Sunghoon makes you laugh as much as he does, and maybe thatâs a bad thing since itâs making you enjoy talking to him. Though he technically isnât your enemy, heâs definitely not a person you should enjoy having a conversation with. Itâs not appropriate, heâs the ex boyfriend of your best friend; all your ties to him were cut the moment Minjeong broke up with him.
You should tell him to leave, that youâre really upset over Heeseung and prefer to be alone, but you donât. Instead, you keep the conversation going, laughing every joke he makes and completely forgetting why you were upset to begin with.
Halfway through telling Sunghoon about the horrid drink Minjeong had prepared for you, your legs grow numb from having been sat on for so long. You untuck them from underneath your body, not thinking much of it as you continue on with the story, legs dangling against the cold washing machine.
Sunghoon takes notice, though, his eyes quickly darting down to the space between your legs and the white fabric thatâs suddenly visible to him due to the short length of your skirt. You miss it the first time he does it, but the second and third time are hard to ignore, especially now that he doesnât seem to mind being caught.
You really should cross your legs or call him out on his staring. Or maybe even get up and leave entirely.
To no oneâs surprise you donât do either of those things and opt to keep your panties visible enough for Sunghoon to see while you continue to talk his ear off about his ex-girlfriend. Thereâs something unspoken happening between the two of you, and itâs exciting yet confusing since this is the longest conversation youâve had with him in the two years youâve known each other.Â
The strangest part of it all is that youâre just now realizing how attractive Sunghoon is, Sure, heâd always been a good looking guy, but youâd always seen him as Minjeongâs property and never paid much attention to his face out of respect for her.
But Minjeong no longer has a claim on him, and now you really notice the perfectly placed moles that graced the side of his nose and under his eye. He really was a sight to behold, you often find yourself stumbling over your words as you speak to him, becoming flustered over the intensity of the eye contact heâd been making with you.
ââŚmy throat is still burning and itâs been, like, twenty minutes.â You say with a laugh, watching as Sunghoon finishes off his own drink.
He sets the empty cup down, licking the remaining alcohol on his lips before smacking them, âYeah, I wouldnât trust her in a kitchen. Iâm not that good either, though. There was this one time I had to make brownies for our hockey teamâs bake sale and they turned out awful. Itâs like, half of them were watery and the other half were burnt. So weird.â
âThat doesnât even sound possible.â
âIâm serious! Hold on, I probably have a picture.âÂ
It takes Sunghoon approximately forty-five seconds of scrolling through his Snapchat memories to find a photo of those godforsaken brownies, and sure enough, they really are a watery, burnt mess. Not that you can even focus on the picture to begin with now that heâs sitting next to you on the washing machine, and youâre finally able to see him up close.
Sunghoonâs words go in one ear and out the other, because now youâre close enough to smell the cologne heâs dabbed on the back of his neck, and notice the metal handcuffs hooked in his belt loop, and it makes it hard to focus on anything else. Especially his uninteresting story about those stupid fucking brownies.
When Sunghoon locks his phone, you take it as a sign that heâs finished with his story and let out another laugh, âNot sure what I was expecting, but it wasnât that.â
âIâm a man of many talents,â he jokes, slightly slurring his words.Â
Maybe itâs the fact that his voice sounds deeper than usual, or that heâs staring right at you with half lidded eyes, or that he's started playing with the handcuffs on his waist, but Sunghoon looks dangerously attractive right now.Â
You gulp, looking down at your lap, âWell, at least one of us had a nice drink.â
Sunghoon nods, running his fingernails along your plastic raincoat, âWanna taste mine?â He asks, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.
If there was ever a time to get up and leave, it shouldâve been now. The rational part of your brain is telling you to push Sunghoon away and return to the party and forget this encounter with him ever happened. But you canât move, and if youâre being honest, you donât even want to.
Youâre stuck in place, heart beating out of your chest as Sunghoon leans in closer to you. You feel dizzy in the best way possible, and a part of you feels sick for enjoying the moment as much as you do.Â
His breath fans your cheek, and the faint scent of alcohol on it shouldâve been enough to remind you that you shouldnât be in this situation with him. Still, you donât move.
Right before Sunghoon has the chance to kiss you, the door swings open and you jolt away from each other out of shock, clutching your chest as you watch Jake jog into the garage.
âYou guys seen my vape?â he asks, a little out of breath.
âIâŚno, Jake. Why would it be in the garage?â Sunghoon asks, hopping down from the washing machine. He offers a hand to help you down and you ignore it, finally starting to come back to your senses.
âDude, I donât fucking know! It was just in my pocket and now itâs gone, it could be anywhere. Help me look!â
Spending your night in a garage helping Jake look for a strawberry-flavored vape doesnât sound ideal in the slightest; now is the perfect time to leave.
Heading in the direction of the party, you pause when Sunghoon calls out your name, a slight shakiness to his voice. âKeep an eye out for me, yeah?â
Another beat of silence passes, then you nod and say, âYeah.â
In your defense, thereâs nothing to feel guilty over. All you did was have a conversation with Sunghoon, and keeping an eye out for him doesnât necessarily mean anything else will happen, right?
You try not to think too much about it as you exit the garage, holding in a laugh when Sunghoon says something along the lines of, âYouâre a grown ass man, Jake.â
What Minjeong lacks in cooking, she makes up for in dancing.
While you wouldnât consider yourself to be on her level of dancing, youâd say youâre good enough to keep up with her at a crowded party. If swaying to the music, holding hands, and grinding on each other counts as dancing, that is.
âYouâre too stiff; loosen up, babe,â she comments, fingers interlocked with yours.
âSorry,â you reply, slightly frustrated since you donât feel like dancing in the first place. âWhat were you saying?â
âOh, yeah!â Minjeong turns to face you, moving your arms to drape them around her shoulders. âThen he said I was being crazy, and that he only got the costume because it was all that was left in his size, as if I believe that.â
âSorry that happened,â you say, and it comes out more sarcastic than you had intended it to.Â
Minjeong takes notice of this, raising a brow at you before slipping her arms under your raincoat and pulling you closer to her. âYou okay?â
The two of you are pressed so close up against each other that it almost feels romantic, and youâre sure if there was another drink in your system youâd probably lean in and kiss her.Â
You nod. âJust thinking about Heeseung.â
Fake offended, Minjeongâs jaw drops. âYouâre dancing with the hottest girl at this party, and all you can think about is your ex? Iâm hurt, YN.â
Truth be told, her ex was the one you were thinking about, certainly not your own.
Not a whole lot of time has passed since you left Sunghoon in the garage, but you make sure to keep your promise of keeping an eye out for him upon returning to the party. Youâre certain that on the outside you probably look panicked and frantic, eyes darting all over the place for any sign of Sunghoon.
âWell,â Minjeong starts, tugging on your tie. âSince youâre thinking about your ex, itâs only fair that I think of mine; and there he is.â
You stop yourself from excitedly shouting, âWhere?!â and watch as Minjeong subtly nods towards the staircase.
Sure enough, Sunghoon is leaning against the banister, eyes zeroing in on you with his hands shoved in his pockets.
âHeâs been watching me for, like, ten minutes. Probably wants to see if you and I will make out, fucking pervert,â she says, rolling her eyes.
Minjeong has it wrong, Sunghoon has been watching you for the past ten minutes. Ever since he finished helping Jake find that stupid vape, heâs had his sights set on you and you only.
That other part was probably true, though.
You swallow the lump in your throat and say, âSuch a pervert.â It comes out a tad more robotic than you were going for, but you tried your best.Â
Once Sunghoon is sure that Minjeong is distracted, he mouths, âBathroom,â before immediately turning around and jogging up the steps.
Fuck, are you really about to do this?Â
Your eyes dart from Minjeong to the staircase, and you canât believe youâre even considering going upstairs to meet her ex. Everything about this predicament is sick and twisted and perfectly on brand for Halloween.Â
But, somehow, itâs not sick enough to stop you.
âHey, I think Iâm gonna get some air; Iâm feeling kinda dizzy,â you lie, hoping itâs believable enough.
Minjeong stops dancing immediately, a look of genuine concern on her face. âHere, Iâll come with you.â
âNo, no. You keep having fun, Iâll be back soon. Make another drink for me, okay? Iâm sure Iâll need it,â you assure her with a smile, taking her hands into yours.
âFine, Iâll be here. But the only drink Iâm making for you is a Ginger Ale.â
Thank God.
After giving Minjeong a kiss on the cheek (feeling guilty as ever), you slip past her and head towards the direction of the backyard. Once Minjeong is fully out of sight, you switch paths and sprint up the staircase, bumping into and angering a few people along the way.Â
You keep your head down once you reach the second floor, speed walking to the end of the hallway and avoiding eye contact with everyone you walk by until you reach the bathroom.
The door is closed and locked, of course, and thatâs when it dawns on you that this could be one big, elaborate prank from Sunghoon. You could open the door and be met with a camera in your face with Sunghoon recording, laughing maniacally before mentioning something about telling Minjeong everything and that he stayed loyal to her the entire time.
Unfortunately for you, even that possibility doesnât scare you away from knocking on the door and saying, âItâs me, YN.â
The knob twists before the door is pushed open, barely enough room to slide in discreetly, but you manage anyway.
Using your body weight to press the door shut, Sunghoon reaches behind you to make sure itâs locked. âYou really came.â
You hate that he sounds shocked, as if he had some faith that you wouldnât risk your friendship with Minjeong for a few minutes with him, of all people. Heâs not even your type.
âDonât make a big deal out of this.â
Sunghoon scoffs as if youâve said the most obvious thing in the world. âTrust me, I wonât.â
You donât have time to overthink the meaning of his words because before you can even realize it, Sunghoon is pushing you further up against the door, and heâs kissing you, finally kissing you.
This kiss is everything but soft, and it knocks the wind out of you. Sunghoonâs hand cups your jaw, tilting your head sideways to allow himself further into your mouth. Itâs wet and sloppy, youâre certain that dancing with Minjeong was far more romantic than this. You kiss back anyway, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair, shivers running down your spine when he groans into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon reaches down to slip the raincoat off of you, pressing your body closer against him to ease it off.Â
He pulls away slowly, his blown-out eyes focused on the string of saliva that connects your mouths to one another. âFuck,â he groans at the sight, moving his mouth to kiss along your jaw.
You let out a moan when you feel his tongue slide against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, tilting your head back against the door. Sunghoon takes notice of this, focusing his attention on that same spot, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark before teasingly scraping his canines along the area.
Quickly, your fingers move to unbutton your shirt, suddenly feeling warm all over. Youâre only halfway done when thereâs a sudden banging on the other side of the door, startling you enough to halt your movements.
âIgnore it,â Sunghoon mutters against your neck. âTheyâll go away.â
They donât go away, they actually start to bang louder and harder once a few seconds pass.
Sunghoon lets out a frustrated sigh, lifting his head away from you, âOccupied!â
âSunghoon?â You hear Minjeongâs voice on the other side of the door, causing you and Sunghoon both to freeze.
âM-Minjeong?â He stutters.
âI have to piss,â Minjeong whines, messing with the doorknob. âHurry up!â
Sunghoon must sense your panic and the fact that you feel like bursting into loud sobs, because he places his hand over your mouth before mouthing for you to stay quiet.
Minjeong doesnât let up on trying to open the door, and youâre sure that with just enough force, she could probably get it open.
âIâm using it! Canât you just go outside?â
âIâm a fucking girl, Sunghoon. Just hurry up and finish.â
âJustâŚjust hold on a second, Minnie.â
Minnie? Fuck is that about?
Sunghoon pulls you away from the door, keeping his voice and movements as low as possible. âYouâre gonna have to hide in the bathtub, just lay down flat and wait for her to leave.â
âWhat?! What if she sees me?!â You whisper, silently praying Minjeong canât hear you over the music.
âShe wonât, okay? Iâll pull the shower curtain back. Itâs the only option we have right now unless you want to jump out the window.â
You shake your head. âThere has to be a better idea.â
On the other side of the door, Minjeong begins to grow impatient, anxiously tapping her foot against the floor. Sheâs had three full drinks and is on the verge of busting the bathroom door down if Sunghoon doesnât open it soon. She focuses her gaze downward, raising a brow at a piece of plastic thatâs been slightly pushed under the crack of the door. What is it? A shower curtain? It canât be, why would the shower curtain be on the floor? It looks more likeâŚ
âFuck! The cops!â A drunk voice yells before the entire house panics, sirens and flashing blue and red lights fill the house.
Inside the bathroom, Sunghoon had still been trying to convince you to lay down in the bathtub when even more panic sets in.
Minjeong bangs on the door one last time. âSunghoon, the cops are here, you need to leave! Fuck, I gotta find YN!â She yells before taking off down the hall.
Police officers are raiding the house, and all Minjeong can focus on is finding you and making sure you're okay, while you were seconds away from hooking up with her ex. What a fucking nightmare.
âWe gotta jump out the window,â Sunghoon says, hurrying over to the other side of the bathroom and forcing the window open.
âWhat?! Why?!â
âPeople are doing fucking illegal drugs at this party, YN, and now the fucking cops are here. My dad works for the city and if-â He pauses to grunt, struggling to get the window all the way open. â-news spreads that his son was at a house party that was full of people doing fucking cocaine his career will be fucking over. Fuck!â
This doesnât explain why you have to jump out of the window with him, but you narrow it down to the possibility of Sunghoon just wanting to be around you for a little longer. And as pathetic as it sounds, you find yourself smiling at the possibility.
Sunghoon finally gets the window fully open, quickly hiking one leg over. âItâs not that far of a jump, weâll be fine. Iâll go first then let you know when to jump.â
âYouâll catch me?â you ask, buttoning your shirt back up. Now that the raincoat is gone, you probably resemble a perverted schoolgirl costume.
Sunghoon sighs. âYes, YN, I am going to catch you. Just be ready to run, my carâs down the street.â
He doesnât give you any time to protest before hiking his other leg out the window and jumping down; you watch in horror as he lands face down. If it werenât for your current predicament, youâre sure you wouldâve gotten the ick.
It takes Sunghoon a few seconds to get back up, brushing himself off before standing, âCome on! Hurry!â
Despite your hesitancy, you follow Sunghoonâs action and hike a leg out of the window, staring down at him. âAre you sure about this?!â
âIf you want me to catch you, you better jump now!â
Halloween fucking sucks.
You swear to yourself as you hike your other leg out of the window, saying a quick prayer as you brace yourself to jump.
Sunghoon doesnât exactly catch you, but he does brace your fall, which is good enough for you.Â
He groans in pain from the impact as you stand and dust yourself off, reaching a hand down to help him up. âSorry!â
Sunghoon stands, feeling a tad bit dizzy and lightheaded. âJust follow me.â
It isnât too late to turn around and find Minjeong and just leave with her. In fact, itâd be the morally correct thing to do in this situation. Not that you seem to care for morals.
You make a mental note to send Minjeong a text later as you run after Sunghoon.
Sunghoon is not that great of a driver, but this doesn't surprise you.
He's still somewhat tipsy, occasionally swerving along the empty back roads.
What makes it worse is that Minjeong has been calling and texting you nonstop, your phone practically burning a hole in your pocket as you ignore her relentless attempts.
Sunghoon is trying his hardest to stay focused on the road, but your phone ringing every few minutes was really starting to irritate him. "Just fucking answer her," he says, shaking his head.
"And say what? That I'm with you?"
Sunghoon isn't too pleased with your sarcasm and rolls his eyes, "Obviously not, YN; just do something to make her stop panicking."
That's way easier said than done, especially considering that you can barely even think about Minjeong without wanting to burst into tears. The guilt has already started to set in, and it has you questioning yourself and your morals.
You can't talk to Minjeong; it's too risky, but you can call your sister and ask her to cover for you.
Slipping your phone from your pocket, you force your eyes to unfocus and ignore the string of missed calls and messages from Minjeong, dialing your sister's phone number with trembling hands.
As always, Yuna answers on the fourth ring, sighing loudly into the phone before greeting you with a monotonous, "Hello?"
"Hey, um, I need you to help me with something," you keep your voice low, not wanting Sunghoon to hear your conversation despite being right next to him.
Yuna sighs again, "With what, YN?"
"The party I was at got raided by the cops, and we all ran, so if Minjeong calls you, I need you to tell her I'm with you," you say, your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Sunghoon makes a sudden sharp turn.
"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
You hate that even now, you find him cute.
"Well, where are you?" Yuna asks, snapping you back to reality.
"I⌠it's not important, just please do me this favor."
Your sister scoffs, "You expect me to lie for you, and you can't even tell me the full story?"
"The full story isn't important, Yuna."
"Clearly, it is if you're asking me to lie to your best friend."
"Just tell her," Sunghoon groans, sounding slightly annoyed, "but make sure she doesn't tell anyone else."
Yuna doesn't have many friends, and the few she does have wouldn't even care about your drama, so it's not like she'd have anyone to share your business with. You hesitate anyway because of the principle of the situation, how just ten minutes ago you were unbuttoning your shirt for your best friend's ex. Maybe you're starting to come back to your senses because replaying the scene in your head has you cringing from embarrassment.
You lean your head against the window and squeeze your eyes shut, "I'm with Sunghoon."
The line goes silent for a few seconds, and you're worried you may have lost service from driving in such a rural area until Yuna sighs for a third time, "The pretty ones are never that bright."
"I swear it isn't like that," you plead, "just, please, help me out."
"And what will I get out of this?"
Of course, she wants something, classic younger sibling bullshit.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I don't knowâŚa normal older sister?"
"Yuna, I don't have time for this, will you help me or not?"
Bickering with Yuna was starting to give you a headache; you were seconds away from hanging up and coming up with a new plan entirely.
"After tonight, don't involve me in this anymore; I have my own shit to deal with."
You hold back a laugh at that as if Yuna does anything other than stay home and talk to the same two people. "I won't, I swear. I'll text you when I'm close to being home; let me know if Minjeong reaches out to you."
"Whatever, just get home safe and don't do anything else stupid," Yuna says through a yawn before immediately hanging up, not giving you the chance to say goodbye.
As much as you loved your sister, the two of you weren't exactly close. The divide started sometime during high school; your interests and friend groups never really aligned and only led you to stray further away from each other.
You being fairly well-known within your high school didn't help much, either. Countless random students would approach Yuna on the daily, asking if you were seeing anyone, begging her for your number, or even giving her small gifts and treats to pass along to you.Â
What annoyed her the most was that they never called her by her name, in their eyes, she was always known as "YN's sister", and nothing more than that.
You're sure Yuna doesn't hate you because of it, but it certainly didn't make her very fond of you.
"What'd she say?" Sunghoon asks, interrupting your thoughts.
"She agreed to cover for me tonight," you respond, gazing out the window, "pretty sure she's pissed, though."
"She'll get over it," Sunghoon taps the navigation system on his dashboard, "type in your address."
Despite making you jump out of a bathroom window, Sunghoon technically doesn't owe you anything. He never claimed he'd bring you back to his place to finish what you started; you quite literally only jumped because he told you to, under the pretense that maybe â just maybe â he'd want to hook up with you.Â
Clearly, that wasn't happening, at least not tonight. Having to jump out the window and then proceed to drive while tipsy must've knocked some sense into him, making him realize he'd been making way too many questionable choices all in one night.Â
You let out a disappointed sigh, hesitantly reaching out to type your home address into the car's GPS. The system buffers for a few seconds as it calculates the quickest route to your home before displaying an estimated travel time of thirty-eight minutes.
"Forty fucking minutes?!" Sunghoon shouts, causing you to jump.Â
He sighs, cursing under his breath before reaching forward and ending the navigation route. You sit up further in the seat, ready to ask Sunghoon what he's plotting before he starts typing "7/11".
You raise a brow at this, "Why're we going there?"
Sunghoon gestures towards the navigation system as if the answer is obvious, "Your house is forty minutes away, and I'm still kinda tipsy; I'm gonna need to pull over and get something other than alcohol in my system if I'm gonna be driving for that long." There's a slight slur to his words that had you weary about him driving, so pulling over to recharge isn't a bad idea.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sunghoon managed to safely drive the two of you to the nearest 7/11, opting to pay seventeen dollars to park in a parking garage down the street instead of the shop's personal lot.
"This neighborhood isn't that safe; I don't want anyone breaking into my car," he claims, taking up two spots as he parks in the most secluded corner possible.
The neighborhood is fairly safe; he was just being dramatic.
The walk down the street is quick and slightly awkward, with you and Sunghoon stumbling every few steps yet refusing to hold onto the other for stability.
The two of you go your separate ways upon entering the shop, Sunghoon headed straight towards the snack aisle while you make your way to the slurpee machines. The difference in your priorities was humorous, with him wanting to focus on building up energy and you wanting nothing more than a quick sugar fix.
Blue raspberry isn't necessarily your go-to flavor, but it's the only flavor on the Slurpee machine that's currently working, so you fill your plastic cup to the brim before absentmindedly reaching for a straw.
Sunghoon is still prancing around the store by the time you've finished making your drink, and despite not being that hungry, you decide to kill time by strolling through the snack aisles.
The Snickers bars and Reese's Cups look tempting as always, but you refrain, sighing as you look over the selection of peanut-contaminated candy.
"Don't even bother," Sunghoon says from behind you, causing you to gasp in shock.Â
He pauses for a moment, staring at the array of snacks before grabbing a pack of Skittles and walking off.
The thought of Sunghoon being aware of your peanut allergy is as comforting as it is strange. You can't imagine this is something Minjeong randomly decided to tell him, and even if that is the case, why would he bother retaining that information? It's not like the two of you are friends.
Whatever, you're probably thinking about it too much.
After deciding on a package of powdered mini donuts and Haribo gummy bears, you proceed to the checkout counter and set your items down, looking over your shoulder at Sunghoon, who was selecting the last of his items.
The man behind the counter smiles at you, typing his employee ID number into the cash register, "How's your night going?"
"Horrible," you say, making the clerk laugh even though you weren't joking.
"Sorry to hear that," he responds, scanning your items, "your total came out toâŚ$6.12. Oh, hello, officer."
Despite not having done anything wrong, you nearly panic before remembering Sunghoon's unfortunate costume choice.
He nods at the man, setting his own items down on the counter, "Add these too. You guys take Apple Pay?" He asks, unlocking his phone.
"Oh, you don't have to pay for mine," you say, a nervous tremble in your voice.
Sunghoon shrugs, "No big deal."
Except it is a big deal. Sunghoon behaving like a boyfriend gentleman by paying for your items only made you like him even more, which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.
You sigh, taking a literal and metaphorical step back as Sunghoon taps his phone on the card reader.Â
"A cop and a schoolgirl, huh? These couple's costumes are starting to make less and less sense," the employee comments, eyes darting between you and Sunghoon.Â
"We're not a couple," Sunghoon responds, a little too quickly for your liking, but whatever.
The employee apologizes, embarrassed about his implications as he bags your items and wishes the two of you a safe trip home.
On the way back to Sunghoon's car, it dawns on you that Minjeong has stopped trying to get ahold of you, which is slightly worrisome considering that she's a person who wouldn't give up that easily.Â
Sunghoon climbs into the backseat this time, mumbling something about needing to rest and stretch out before driving you home. He sets the bag down on the center console, grabbing a few of his items before propping himself up against the door.
You do the same, retrieving your own items from the bag before slumping into your seat.Â
When you finally unlock your phone, a new voice memo from Yuna is waiting for you. Hesitantly, you hold your phone against your ear and hit play.
Yuna lets out a loud sigh, "So, you and Minjeong must have some sort of, like, telepathic connection because she called me as soon as I hung up on you. Anyways, I told her our cousin was also at the party and was able to, uh, give you a ride home once the cops came. Oh, and I told her your phone died and that you'd call her, um, later or in the morning. I'm not sure if she believed it, but she calmed down.
And, by the way, I meant it when I said I don't want to be involved in whatever this is after tonight. So, for everyone's sake, if something serious is going on, do not tell me about it. Get home safe."
You're not entirely sure if you deserve a sister like Yuna, who'd go against her own morals just to cover for you, but you're grateful you have her.
you [11:54 pm] : *you liked a voice memo*
you [11:54 pm] : thanks so much
you [11:55 pm] : i promise i wont involve u anymore. if minnie calls again u can just ignore it and lmk please
yuna [11:56 pm] : oh and she told me to let you know that she's safe. tho im sure that's not your biggest concern :/
Harsh but true.
You set your phone on your lap and tear open your pack of donuts, wiping away the powdered sugar that falls onto your blouse. Much like the blue raspberry slurpee, mini powdered donuts weren't exactly your go-to snack, but your options were limited, and you weren't in the mood to roam around the store any longer.
Suddenly, Sunghoon groans from the backseat and sits up, "Phone died."
Leaning over the center console, he plugs his phone into the car charger right underneath his navigation system, resting it on the dashboard before returning to his seat.Â
The car falls silent, and as much as you want to start a conversation, you're not sure where to begin. There's so much you want to ask, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue so hard you're surprised the taste of blood doesn't fill your mouth.
Sunghoon leans forward again, this time resting his cheek on the side of your seat, "What'd you get?" he asks, staring down at your lap.
You turn your head to look at him, holding up the half-eaten pack of donuts for him to see.
"Can I have one?" he asks, already holding his hand out before you could even say yes.
You hand him one regardless, watching the powder fall from the pastry as he pops it into his mouth.
Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes at him as you ask, "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"
He nods, gesturing towards the remaining donuts in a way that tells you he wants more. You hand him the remaining three, nodding back when he mumbles "Thanks" under his breath.
"How did you know that I'm allergic to peanuts?"
Sunghoon pauses, brows furrowing in utter confusion as he looks up at you, "What do you mean?"
"Earlier in the store, I was looking at the peanut candy, and you told me not to bother. I'm assuming you must've known I'm allergic, right?" You ask, fully turning around in your seat to face him.
"UmâŚyeah. I know."
"OkayâŚhow?"
"I mean, was it supposed to be a secret or something?"
"What? No, of course not. Allergies are probably the one thing that shouldn't be kept secret," you respond, "I'm just curious about how you know. I don't think I've ever told you, and I can't imagine Minjeong randomly deciding to tell you."
Sunghoon awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he avoids looking at you. It takes the tips of his ears turning pink for you to realize that he's embarrassed, which only confuses you even further.
Sunghoon shrugs, staring down at the snack you've just given him, "Whenever all of us would hang out, and there was, like, food involved, I just noticed you'd pay so much attention to the ingredients of whatever it was you were eating. At first, I thought it was a calorie thing, but you never really asked about the calories, only the ingredients."
"But, how'd you know it was peanuts specifically?" you ask, feeling embarrassed about how curious you were over something as silly as a peanut allergy.
"Remember the hockey team bake sale? The one I made those terrible brownies for?" He asks, continuing when you nod, "You were there, and I remember how excited you were to try the cookies that Jake made, but right before you bought one, you asked him if there were peanuts in them. That's when I knew."
You can't remember the last time someone had paid this much attention to you, and it's dangerous, considering how easily impressed you are by the smallest things. Sunghoon was by no means a friend of yours; you hardly knew anything about each other and often kept your interactions rather short, so his being able to pick up on your peanut allergy just by watching you was ⌠different. Maybe even nice.
You don't even realize you've been staring at him until he stops chewing and stares back, unblinking.
You look away, retrieving your Slurpee from the cup holder and taking a long sip as Sunghoon watches.
"Can I ask you something now?" he asks.
You don't respond, side-eyeing him as you continue to sip your drink.
Sunghoon smirks, amused by your sudden silence, "Why'd you meet me in the bathroom?"
You pull the straw away from your lips, voice barely above a whisper as you respond, "To see what you wanted."
He nods, taking the cup from your hands, "You knew what I wanted," he says, pausing to take a sip of your drink, "and you still came; why?"
When you don't respond, Sunghoon lets out a loud sigh and sets your cup back down in its holder, "It's okay, YN."
"It isn't."
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I guess we'll never know, huh?"
This is a test of your morals, and Sunghoon knows this. Every decision you've made tonight has led you to this exact moment. There's still enough time to redeem yourself and make an excuse for your actions. You could easily lie and say that making out with Sunghoon was just a result of being tipsy and vulnerable. But now, with the two of you in his car, sobering up and coming back down to your senses, you won't be able to use those same excuses.
Realistically speaking, what are the chances of your ex's finding out? Heeseung probably wouldn't care, but Minjeong was an entirely different story.
In your defense, they've been officially broken up for three weeks and three days, so you wouldn't technically be hooking up with her boyfriend. Right?
Sunghoon must've sensed the gears turning in your head because, after a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, he leaned over the center console and pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss is softer this time, nothing like how it was in the bathroom as if he's trying to coax you in and convince you it's okay, that you're doing nothing wrong.
You find yourself slipping under his spell, eyes finally fluttering shut as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. The faint taste of alcohol is still on his tongue, but he does taste much sweeter now, like the blue raspberry slurpee he'd just had. A part of you wonders if he'd done that on purpose as if tasting better would make you enjoy kissing him like this.
He pulls away, scooting farther back into his seat, "C'mere, climb over."
You do as you're told, slipping off your shoes with Sunghoon guiding you right onto his lap as you climb into the backseat. You can't help but squirm on his lap, and he can still sense a slight hesitancy in your actions, the way you shiver when he touches you, how you initially pulled back when he tried to kiss you again.
"You're nervous," he comments, eye flickering across your face.
You shrug, holding onto his shoulders for support, "I can't help it."
Beneath you, Sunghoon reaches down to unclip the handcuffs from his belt loop, "You're making it hard to focus."
"The fuck am I supposed to do, then?!" You didn't mean to shout, but your patience was starting to run thin. You felt guilty enough as it is, and Sunghoon reminding you of how nervous you are certainly didn't make it any better.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, undoing the handcuffs before grabbing your left hand. He tightens the cuff around your wrist, "Just trust me," he says simply. He sits up further in his seat, grabbing your cuffed wrist as he pulls down on the car's grab handle. He slips the empty cuff through the slot before gesturing for you to give him your free hand.
Fuck.
"SunghoonâŚ"
"Just trust me," he doesn't wait for a response, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up towards the empty cuff. It locks around your wrist with a click, causing him to smile in satisfaction.Â
You're sure that with just the right amount of force, you could easily snap the handcuffs in half, but it's the thought that counts. With your arms and hands restricted towards the ceiling, all you can do is stare down at Sunghooon and await his next movement, his very calculated movement.
He presses his cold lips against your neck, simultaneously using his hands to slowly unbutton your blouse. The mark he'd left on your neck earlier was as prominent as ever, and it pleased him to know you were okay with him marking you up like this. He swipes his tongue against the sensitive spot, hardening in his pants when you squirm on top of him.Â
His nails trace along the bare skin of your waist once he's finished unbuttoning your blouse, your bralette â that was a few sizes too small â fully on display for him. He's practically salivating at the site, his tongue sliding across his canines, completely in awe of your breasts spilling out of the flimsy, white material.
Sunghoon can't unclasp and slide off your bra, or else it'd be awkwardly hanging in the air, and trying to slip it through the handcuffs would take too much effort. Instead, he apologizes under his breath before his hands reach the front of your bra.
"Wait, Sunghoonâ!"
Without warning, he stretches the fabric until it finally rips, seemingly pleased with himself if the cocky smirk is anything to go by. "Relax," he says, "I'll buy you a new one."
You don't have time to scold him because before you can even process what's happening, Sunghoon's tongue is swirling around your nipple. You swear at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his face. It's almost embarrassing how such a simple act already had your head spinning.
His hands trail downward until they reach the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your waist. He traces the tip of his finger across your clothes cunt, pleased with how wet you've already gotten without having done much.
Your hips buck up into his hands on instinct, desperate for the friction, borderline craving it.
Sunghoon releases your perked bud in his mouth, looking up at you as he asks, "You want me to stop?"
"No, please don't." You beg.
"So this is okay then, right?"
If your wrists weren't handcuffed to the grab handle, you're sure you would've reached down and choked him for all the teasing. "Yes, Sunghoon, it's okay! Just hurry up and do something!"
Sunghoon shakes his head at you, mumbling, "So impatient." as he moves to lie flat on his back.
You stare down at him, confused, when he doesn't immediately start undoing his pants but instead positions his head right between your thighs.
It's funny, Minjeong claimed Sunghoon wasn't really into giving head and only gave it to her a handful of times during the course of their relationship, claiming he preferred to save it for special occasions.
But yet, here he is, willingly pushing your thighs further apart before pressing his lips against your clothed cunt.
The action sends shivers down your spine, and the handcuffs around your wrist suddenly feel tighter. He presses his tongue flat against you, groaning at the taste of your slick that's soaked through your panties. You grind down on him instinctively, your body trembling with anticipation as you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck." You whisper, tugging at the handcuffs in frustration.
The sound of the metal clinking makes Sunghoon chuckle, pressing a final kiss against your damped underwear before mumbling, "Cute."
He makes quick work of sliding your underwear off your legs, tossing them to theÂ
front seat with a grunt as you wait for him to continue. Sunghoon settles himself between your thighs again, groaning in annoyance as you hover over him. "Stop fucking hovering," he demands, attempting to pull you down directly onto his face, "it's fine."
It's too intimate; you've never even sat on Heeseung's face before, and you're sure this isn't something he's done with Minjeong.
"But, I don't wanna cru- fuck!"
Sunghoon dismisses your worries, forcing you down onto his face and instantly wrapping his lips around your clit. You barely have any time to process that this is completely new territory for you, being this intimate with a man, sitting right on his face while he drags his tongue along your cunt; gathering your wetness and dragging it up towards your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, leaning your head against the cold window as your face heats up. This only encourages Sunghoon even further, and his confidence grows, feeling bold enough to tease the tip of his tongue into your hole.
You jolt up at this, biting back a moan and wishing you could reach down and grab a fistful of his hair and properly ride his face. He licks another stripe up your folds, gripping your thighs and holding your body in place when you try to squirm away.Â
"Stop trying to run from me," he groans into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver across your body.Â
He presses his face further into your cunt, moaning at how much wetter you've gotten since he's started. For a man who apparently wasn't one to eat a girl out, he sure did seem desperate and eager to have you come on his face. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was doing it for his own pleasure rather than yours, which only turns you on even more.
After a few more slides of his tongue, you finally feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs tensing around Sunghoon's head.
"I know you're close," he whispers, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, "go ahead, use me. I know you want to."
He's practically begging at this point, big, wet eyes staring up at you in pure adoration as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. That's your breaking point, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself as your orgasm washes over you.
You let out a moan so loud that your throat hurts shortly afterward, your wrists going limp in the handcuffs as you ride out your high.
Sunghoon doesn't let up until you're practically shaking from overstimulation, your body naturally twitching and squirming away from his greedy mouth as he cleans you up. He pulls away finally, his mouth and chin completely coated with your slick as he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare thighs.
You can't help but stare down at him in awe; he looks completely dazed as if he's running off, nothing but pure desperation and lust for you. You.
"Sunghoon," you say, trying to get his attention, "IâŚdo you keep condoms in here?"
He flutters his eyes open, shaking his head, "No, but 7/11's just down the street. I can go-"
You interrupt him with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna wait; we don't need one."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm on the pill. Just, please, fuck me already."
It's music to his ears, really.
Sunghoon slides himself back up the seat, reaching up to release you from the handcuffs. You groan at this, having gotten used to them and quite frankly enjoyed the temporary feeling of restriction.
"You liked the cuffs?" Sunghoon questions, dropping your wrists from the grab bar.
"Yeah," you admit, "I liked it more than I thought I would."
He nods at this, and you realize now that one of the cuffs is still clasped around your wrist. Sunghoon also notices this and smirks as an idea forms in his head. "Turn around."
You comply with no further questions, groaning when he suddenly pushes your body down into the seat. He brings your arms behind your back, handcuffing you once more as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. "I knew you'd like it."
Sunghoon pushes your skirt back up, straddling himself around your things after pulling his pants and boxers far enough to allow his cock to spring free. He steadies himself with a hand on your shoulder, using the other to teasingly drag his fully-hardened cock across your slick folds.
Sunghoon shivers at this, cursing at the sight as he repeats his movements. He knows he won't last much longer; he was practically seconds away from coming in his boxers just from eating you out, so he really should quit with the teasing for his own sake.
Minjeong had never allowed him to fuck her without a condom, so this type of intimacy was new and overwhelmingly good.
He finally pushes himself into you, his tip alone causing you to bite down on the leather of his seat. You already felt so full, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.
"Ah fuck," he groans, "you're so tight, you're soâŚfuck." He can barely even form a sentence, biting down on his bottom lip as he further inches himself inside of you.
You're not doing any better, feeling as if you're already seconds away from your second orgasm when he's hardly even done anything. It takes a minute before he's fully inside of you, pausing before he leans down and asks, "Can I move?"
"Please, I need you to."
Sunghoon nods at this, pressing a kiss against your ear before sitting himself back up. He angles your hips off the seat but presses your chest further into it, giving you (and himself) the perfect arch to comfortably slide in and out.
The first few thrusts are slow, as expected, but just enough to get you used to his size. Even this was all too much for Sunghoon; he was already dangerously close to his orgasm.
He didn't intend on speeding up his thrusts already, but he really can't help it. Everything about this feels too good. The way your walls perfectly wrap around him, and the way you're moaning and cursing for him to keep going are overwhelmingly good.
"Fuck." He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses you down further into the backseat. He pulls his cock all the way out before pushing himself back in, which you seem to enjoy. He does it a few more times, mostly to humor himself since it's something he assumed you would've been annoyed by.
"Sunghoon," you pant, "I'm close."
"Already?" He asks, pushing your hips downwards until you're lying flat on your stomach.
He tries to come off as cocky and frustrated, but he really is grateful you're already so close to your orgasm, seeing that he felt like he could burst at any given second.
You nod, "Please, keep going."
He doesn't respond, opting to remain silent as you pull his cock out of you before ramming it back in at a pace much harder and faster than before. His thrusts are sloppy and borderline desperate, the sound of skin slapping and grunts filling the air shortly afterward.
The two of you could hardly keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure of your approaching orgasms.
Your's hits first, and Sunghoon's follows shortly after, practically filling you up to the brim with his cum. You've never felt so full and warm, heat spreading through your entire body as you slowly calm down and regulate hour breathing.
Sunghoon doesn't feel like moving, but he does anyway, slipping himself out of you with a wince, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the seat of the car. He curses at the sight, stopping himself from leaning forward and eating it out of you.
He undoes both of the handcuffs this time, helping you sit up as you avoid eye contact with each other. "Hold on," he says, re-adjusting his pants and boxers, "I should have a towel or something in the trunk."
Sunghoon steps out of the car, returning a minute later with a towel in hand. He leans down, prepared to clean you up, until you stop him, "It's okay, I got it."
He shakes his head, "I can do it for you."
"It's fine," you say, buttoning up your shirt, "I'd prefer to do it myself, actually."
Sunghoon finally gives in, handing you the towel before leaning over the center console and retrieving your panties from the passenger seat. He waits patiently for you to finish up, instructing you to just drop the towel on the floor as he hands you your underwear.
"Hey, have youâŚdo you think you've sobered up yet?" He asks, watching as you slip your panties back on.
"Yeah, why?"
"Before I met you in the bathroom, I took a few bites of an edible, and I think it's starting to kick in. I think you should drive."
You sigh, mostly because this was not at all what you'd been hoping he'd say. "Drive where? To your place? Then where would I go?"
"I can pay for your Uber home."
"Sunghoon, it's past midnight, and I'm a girl; taking an Uber this late is too dangerous."
"Then drive back to your place; I'll sleep in the car and drive off in the morning."
You groan, "No, Minjeong might visit me in the morning. What'll she think when she sees your car in my driveway?"
"Dammit, YN, then just spend the night at my place. You can take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch; just please drive us somewhere, for fuck's sake."
Bickering with Sunghoon somehow doesn't annoy you; in fact, it feels almost domestic. Going back and forth like a real couple.
"Fine." You say, climbing into the driver's seat.
Sunghoon's phone falls off the dashboard in the process, now charged at twenty-eight percent, and apparently, a missed text from Minjeong that was sent a few minutes ago.
The jealousy that fills your chest is downright abnormal; Minjeong is your best friend; there's no real reason for you to feel jealous of her in the first place.Â
In fact, you shouldn't feel any sort of guilt at all; it's not like they're still together. They've been broken up for three weeks and three days.Â
Three weeks. And Three days.
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"You already have goosebumps and I just started touching you," he says, dragging his palm over your soft tummy.
"Dahhh, don't say that!"
"Shh, shh, shh..." A beat of silence passes and through it, he amusedly watches you squirm. "You're squeezing your thighs over me getting you to quiet down, doll."
"Oh, whatever. I don't wanna do this anymore," you grumble, attempting to push off his lap.
"Nah, baby. Stay. This is fun," he says, enormous hands cupping your waist and pulling you back to keep you on him. "Let me experiment with you, yeah?" He mumbles into your shoulder.
"It's not an experiment if you're just mocking me," you say, with a roll of your eyes.
"I'm not, pretty. You get excited over the slightest touches. It's cute." He drags the knuckle of his index finger up the side of your neck, causing your entire body to shudder. "See? Barely even did anything to you."
"Stop! You know the sensitive spots on my neck," you argue.
"Yeah, true," he hums, lifting your shirt to expose your back. He'll choose the most random spot, just to prove his point. His hand goes to your shoulder blade, rough fingertips pressing into your skin to feel along the bone beneath it. He hears what sounds like a shaky exhale coming from you.
"Really, mama?" He's trying so hard not to tease you for the way you can't sit still.
"No," you immediately respond, in utter denial.
"No? You didn't just rub your ass against my crotch after I touched your shoulder blade?"
"You hallucinated that, you perv."
"Yeah? So if I do it again, you won't moan?" You shake your head, a little 'mm-mm' hummed out. "Alright, sit still for me," he says, eyes focusing on your back, again. He uses two fingers to gently prod into the middle of your spine, to feel the vertebrae, while his other hand tries the shoulder blade he didn't touch before.
"It's," you suppress a whimper as he continues to prod at your back. "It's basically a... um... a back massage."
"Is that why you're arching your back like want me to-"
"Ah! Shut up, shut up, I'm not doing anything." You begrudgingly straighten your posture and toss yourself back on him with an annoyed huff.
"Sensitive baby," he says, grinning like a menace.
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Broooo i need more of sukuna and his shy daughter. PLEASEđ
quiet strings â ryomen sukuna x f!reader
your daughter sits in the corner, her small figure nearly swallowed by the shadows as she stares at the koto placed on its low stand in the middle of the room.
the delicate strings, taut and gleaming, shimmer in the fading light, waiting for the timid touch of her fingers.
sukuna leans against the doorframe, his imposing figure filling the space as he observes her with a sharp, unreadable gaze.
the contrast between his crimson eyes and the softness of the roomâs light is almost startling.
he tilts his head slightly, breaking the silence with a muttered, âhow long is she going to sit there staring at it?â
you turn to him, shooting him a look that carries years of unspoken understanding.
âsheâs just nervous,â you say softly, the familiar warmth in your voice tempering the sharpness of his. âgive her a moment.â
ânervous?â sukuna snorts, his lips curling into a smirk that reveals a glint of his sharp teeth. âover a bunch of strings? sheâs my daughter, isnât she? she should be tearing that thing apart by now.â
at his words, your daughter flinches ever so slightly, her small shoulders hunching as she curls inward, her fingers gripping the hem of her sleeve.
you sigh, brushing past sukuna as you cross the room to kneel beside her. the subtle rustle of your robes is the only sound as you reach out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
âsweetheart?â you call, your voice as gentle as the breeze filtering through the open window.
her wide eyes, so much like her fatherâs but lacking his imposing intensity, flick up to meet yours.
âyes, mama?â she whispers, her voice barely audible over the cicadas.
you smile, radiating a quiet reassurance that you know she needs. âyouâve been looking at the koto for a while,â you say. âdo you want to try playing it?â
her small hands fidget with the hem of her sleeve as her cheeks flush a soft pink. she shakes her head quickly. âno⌠I canât. I wonât be good at it.â
from the doorframe, sukuna lets out a low grunt, but you silence him with a quick glare over your shoulder.
he raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching in faint amusement. you turn back to your daughter, cupping her cheek in your palm, your thumb brushing lightly over her soft skin.
âyou donât know that,â you say with quiet conviction. âwhy donât you try just one string? Iâll stay with you.â
her gaze darts to sukuna, who stands silently watching. his expression is as inscrutable as ever, but the weight of his attention seems to unnerve her.
still, she gives you a small nod, and you smile, helping her to her feet.
as you guide her to the koto, sukuna pushes off the doorframe and strolls lazily into the room, his presence looming as he stops a few steps away, arms crossed.
âyouâre coddling her,â he mutters under his breath.
âsheâs learning,â you counter without missing a beat, glancing at him over your shoulder. ânot everyone leaps straight into things like you.â
his smirk deepens, but he says nothing more.
your daughter kneels beside the koto, her tiny hands hovering uncertainly above the strings. âjust one,â you encourage gently, sitting beside her to offer your steady presence.
her small fingers tremble as they pluck a single string. the note rings out, soft and clear, hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
she freezes, her wide eyes staring at the koto in awe as the sound resonates and fades.
âsee?â you say, smiling warmly. âyou can do it.â
she glances up at you, her lips parting in a tiny, hopeful smile. encouraged, she plucks another string, then another. a tentative melody begins to form, its simplicity endearing.
from his spot a few paces away, sukuna raises an eyebrow. âis that supposed to be music?â he drawls, his tone sharp and teasing.
your daughterâs hands falter immediately, her shoulders tensing as she shrinks back.
âsukuna,â you snap, your voice low but firm. itâs the same tone you use when reining him inâsomething none other than you would dare.
he shrugs, completely unrepentant. âwhat? if sheâs going to play, she might as well do it properly.â
your daughter begins to pull her hands away from the koto, her confidence shaken, but you place your hands gently over hers. âdonât listen to him,â you say softly, giving her an encouraging squeeze. âyouâre doing wonderfully.â
she hesitates, her gaze flicking between you and sukuna before nodding timidly. âreally?â
âreally,â you say firmly, shooting sukuna a pointed look. âand I think you should keep going.â
her small hands return to the strings, and this time her melody grows steadier, her confidence building with each note.
sukuna lets out a low grunt of approval. ânot terrible,â he admits begrudgingly.
your daughterâs face lights up, a shy but bright smile breaking through as she turns to him. âpapa?â
he steps closer, crouching down to her level. his crimson gaze bores into hers, but his gruff tone softens slightly. âyouâre still not that good,â he says, resting an arm on his knee, âbut at least youâre trying.â
her eyes sparkle, her voice earnest as she promises, âIâll practice more, papa!â
âgood,â he replies, standing to his full height again.
you are silently encouraging d/n to play more, before youâre whisked up in your husbandâs arms.
you look back at your daughterâwho did not notice your absenceâand then at your husband before frowning, âhey, what gives?!â
âI want another one.â
âwhat.â
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LOGAN AS A GIRL DAD°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ
just pure fluff with pregnant!reader and logan <3
BEFORE PREGNANCY
being a dad at his age was something logan never imagined. starting a family seemed so out of reach, after everything heâd lived, he never thought that dad was a title he deserved. but then laura came into your life, and it was hard for him because you were a natural, effortlessly knowing how to care for her.
bit by bit, he began to follow your lead, picking up your habit of checking on her before bed and tucking her in, keeping an eye on her plate and making sure she finished her veggie, checking on her when she played outside and even sitting through her favorite cartoons.
and as you watched him, youâd catch yourself wondering what it would be like to bring another little life into this family you were building. the idea of getting pregnant crossed your mind more than once, and you could see it flicker in his eyes too, like an unspoken thought that made its way between you.
âyou ever thought of having kids? âhe asked, quiet but serious.
you took a few seconds to think about his question. not that you needed them, you'd always wanted to have his kids, and having laura had changed things, deepened the bond between you and logan, and brought your maternal instinct back. she wasnât your biological child, but in every other way, she was yours.
the thought of bringing up the idea of getting pregnant to logan felt selfish, especially when you knew how much he had already given and how tired he was, you knew that, so you kept your hopes to yourself, not wanting to ask for more than the peace you had found with him and laura.
âwe have laura â. you answered.
âyeah, we do. but⌠thatâs not what iâm talking about.
there was a few seconds of silence while he waited for your answer.
âyes, i've thought about it butâ
âhave you thought about it recently?
you nodded to his question, feeling guilty.
he slowly nodded back to you. âi've been thinking about it too.
DURING PREGNANCY
logan started helping caliban in the kitchen, something that surprised you at first because he had never been much of a cook. but the two of them would work together, preparing meals that were good for you and the baby. logan would quietly chop vegetables or stir a pot, taking calibanâs instructions (also surprising because he had not followed anyone's instructions in a long time) as they worked to make sure you had everything you needed to stay healthy.
heâd help you with things like showering when it became difficult for you to balance or reach certain places. his touch was always gentle, his movements careful, making sure you felt safe. it became an intimate routine, his fingers massaged your scalp with care.
every night he'd gently rub lotion on your growing belly, helping to care for the stretch marks that had started to appear. he knew how self-conscious they made you feel. he could see it in the way youâd glance at your reflection, letting out a frustrated huff each time you noticed a new one, how youâd try to hide it from him, or how youâd wrap yourself in a towel quickly after a shower. so he took his time applying the lotion with steady hands, his eyes focused as if making sure he was doing it right.
âanother one? âyou muttered, feeling the weight of it.
âdoesnât change a thing â. logan just shook his head, kneeling beside you. âitâs just a mark. i'm covered in marks, and you never cared, right?
laura sat close to you, her eyes focused on your belly as logan gently massaged your skin. she was waiting, as she always did, hoping to see her future sister move. each time loganâs hand smoothed over your growing bump, lauraâs gaze would sharpen, her small body leaning forward saying come on, little sis, just one kick. sometimes sheâd place her hand beside loganâs, her touch gentle but curious.
âis she going to move soon? âsheâd ask in a hushed voice.
logan glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. âsheâs already kickin' when youâre not looking â. he teased lightly as he rubbed the cream over your stretch marks, carefully. lauraâs eyes never left your belly, waiting for that one special moment.
and he'd give you foot massages, his calloused hands rubbing away the soreness from carrying extra weight. youâd close your eyes, sighing in relief, and heâd smile.
when your clothes stopped fitting, it was he who offered up his own. heâd hand over his t-shirts and flannels, which hung loose on you and smelled like him, making you feel him close to you even when he was away at work.
logan was a bit reluctant at first but when the doctor told him how important prenatal yoga was to you, he didn't have to think about it twice. he wanted to be there and help you in every way he could even though he felt a bit out of place among the soft music, peaceful atmosphere, and expectant mothers, but he never let it show.
he'd help you find comfort in each of the poses the instructor guided everyone. he was often the only man in the class, which certainly caught the attention of the other moms. perhaps they noticed the age gap between you and logan, but more likely, their attention was drawn to your undeniably handsome partner. some of them whispered to each other, half-jokingly expressing their jealousy at how lucky you were to have such a dedicated partner. you both noticed the glances but you were too focused on each other.
as the weeks went by, the mothers would often smile at him, offering you two the kindest words as they saw how attentive he was to your needs.
at the end of the class, logan leaned in and kissed you softly, his hand resting on your back. âyou did great â. he murmured, his voice full of pride. as you started to gather your things, one of the mothers nearby smiled and said, you're a lucky girl.
you couldnât help but blush a little. he gave a small, almost shy smirk in response but didnât say anything. instead, he focused on helping you with your bag.
the moment you found out you were pregnant, he quit smoking. it was almost instinctive, he wanted nothing but the best for you and the baby, and that included kicking the habit that had stuck with him for years.
and giving up cigarettes was one thing, but quitting drinking was way harder. there were nights heâd sit in the kitchen, staring at the bottle in the cabinet, knowing he could just reach for it. but he remembered you asleep in the other room, a hand resting protectively over your belly, and heâd push the thought away. he didnât want his daughter growing up with memories of whiskey lingering on her fatherâs breath.
DURING LABOR
logan was more terrified than he'd ever let you know. he had faced, battles survived unimaginable pain, and lived through horrors but this was different. watching you in pain, knowing that your body was going through something so intense shook him to his core.
he stayed by your side, gripping your hand tightly and leaning in close, his voice encouraging you to push. he'd brush the damp strands of hair that were sticking to your face and press his forehead to yours.
when the babyâs first cry filled the room, logan sighed in relief, his grip on your hand softening as he finally allowed himself to breathe. once the doctors placed her on your chest, logan leaned in by your side, his eyes shining as he looked at you. you did so good, baby, thank you so much he murmured as he kissed your sweaty forehead and one of his fingers brushed across the babyâs little cheek.
AFTER PREGNANCY
at first, he was terrified every time he held her, his usually steady hands suddenly unsure. he was afraid that even his touch might be too much. she was so tiny, so soft and fragile, and her chest rose and fell so peacefully even though her small fingers wrapped around logan's thick ones with such strength. he found himself holding his breath whenever he picked her up.
in those first few days after labor, logan seemed to be everywhere at once. checking on the baby, bringing you food, making sure you were sleeping and laura wasn't trying to sneak into your room to see the baby. she was fascinated by her little sister, how could a human being be so small? laura often asked herself.
logan would catch her on her tiptoes, face with curiosity, and heâd stop her with a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. laura would pout, glancing past him with wide eyes, eager to get closer, but logan wasnât having it.
you surprised him when you caught him slipping into a soft, almost comical baby voice whenever he spoke to his daughter. but it was completely unintentional, just something that happened whenever he looked down at her tiny face, her big eyes blinking up at him. oh, whatâs that little face all about, huh? you got somethinâ to say, little one? heâd murmur, his voice high and gentle as he rubbed one of her cheeks.
logan never thought heâd find joy in something as simple as dressing up his little girl, but there he was, surrounded by tiny clothes, immersed in a world of pastels and patterns. the laughter that escaped his lips as he put together the outfits was genuine. alright, sweetheart, what do you think of this one? he would ask her, holding the little one in front of the mirror. the baby had no idea what was going on, but logan nodded, approving the outfit. heâd try on multiple outfits, taking photos, and sending them to you for your opinion. how about this for school? heâd text you, proudly. this oneâs a bold choice, but i think you can pull it off, heâd tease, pretending to be a fashion critic.
leaving for work each day became one of the hardest things logan had to do. he hated those hours he spent apart from the three of you. and every night when he came home, the baby was already sleeping but he'd tiptoe over to the crib, and he'd place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. then heâd make his way to bed, crawling next to you and pulling you close against his chest. heâd nuzzle his head close, murmuring softly, you okay, darlinâ? and though youâd only mumble a half-coherent answer, heâd still give a small, satisfied nod.
and when he gets out of work earlier, he comes home exhausted, and you can see it in his face, the tired lines around his eyes, the slight droop of his shoulders, the way he rubs the back of his neck, but despite that, he is never too tired to play with his baby girl.
as the baby grew, logan took on new challenges, like driving her to school each morning, packing her tiny backpack with her favorite snacks, and doing her hair. with dark brown locks just like laura's and his own, he gathered them into two little ponytails, a bit clumsy at first, his fingers were used to fighting and rough work, not delicate hairstyles.
laura, after seeing how much fun logan had with the little girlâs hair, wanted no less. sheâd approach him, eyes bright with excitement. âcan you do my hair too, logan?
âyour mom can do it for you. she's much better at it than i am â. he answered, not sure if his hairdressing skills would meet the older girl's expectations.
âbut i want you to do it!
logan huffed, ruffling her hair with his free hand. he used the same care gathering laura's long hair as he did for her baby sister and he found it incredibly satisfying to see laura's face light up when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
after all, he was meant to be a girl's dad. every moment with you and your daughters reminded him that all those years of solitude and struggles, had led him here to a life filled with love. he might have thought being a dad was beyond his reach, but now, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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