#the next night it's his tongue
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forcing your presence onto simon late at night because insomnia and a cup of tea always helps, or so they say, but you were taught better than to not offer others some but now the steaming cup is just sitting on the table to cool while you carefully sip on yours.
he doesn't look at it, you, nothing. keeps his eyes fixed on whatever he's doing, maybe cleaning his gun or something. fine. what matters is that you did your part.
and it eventually becomes routine. every night, like clockwork, he's darkening a corner in the coffee room and you've got a kettle warming. and every night, he ignores everything in his peripheral.
until he doesn't. it starts slow. you're already headed for the door, hand covering your yawn when he picks up the mug and takes a sniff. then, it's the tiniest sip, as if it's got teeth. come morning, the mug you used and his are clean, drying on a dish mat.
the following night, he waits for you to put it on the table before grabbing it. "you've a shit hand," he mutters. "left to steep too long. more bitter than the cigars price smokes."
okay. bastard. the next pot is too bland. calls it dog water. but he drinks all of it just the same. little to no sugar, splash of milk. the stare he leveled your way when he added milk could've destroyed the block.
"secrets safe with me, lieutenant. swear it."
unless he's tearing your ego into tatters with his scathing tea critique, he says nothing else. listens well enough, though. maybe. his eyes look blank most of the time. but he lets you ramble without interruption about nonsensical stuff; your day, your job, soap being the usual nuisance.
it's nice.
and then you fall ill. nothing water and cocooning yourself with your bedsheets for a day or three can't fix.
but then there's a very violent knocking on your door, hard enough to rattle it in its hinges, flaring the already painful throbbing that sits behind your eyes. no matter how hard you try to tell them to piss off, they don't.
"open the door."
now you've got a 6'2+ man barreling into your bedroom, turning his unnerving gaze your way. his eyes flick to your runny nose, chapped lips and wrinkled sleeping clothes.
"you're sick." brilliant observation. truly a man worth his sniper position.
"yes. i'm quite-" your words come to settle behind your clenched teeth as you watch him dig into his front pockets and pull out crinkled tea bags. and open your cabinets because now you're the visitor and he the (g)host.
you'd rather drink battery acid than another one of his brews. it made your eyes prick with tears, burned as it went down, warmed your chest. it was lukewarm when you drank it.
(he clears up a space on your foot table, and by clear up i mean use an arm to shove everything off the edge so he can continue to clean his weapons. has your couch always been that small?)
#he still doesn't talk#just listens to you mouth breath#what puts you to sleep that night is the constant clicking of metal against your wooden table#the next night it's his tongue#SORRY HAD TO SAY IT#ITS PURELY FACT#also mr. lieutenant sir can you let me sleep i am so tired and not everyone has incredible stamina like you do#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley
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Monday Night RAW (27/11/2023)
#sami zayn#wwe#wweedit#wrestling#wrestlingedit#wwe raw#monday night raw#stuff i made#i saw a man so beautiful i started crying#every time i gif sami i wonder how red i can make his beard#like fr can we talk about how handsome he isssss#and yes i included the tongue on purpose next question
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going out with aki and his coworkers but when he gets way too drunk he ends up making out with you in front of everyone
#it starts with just little pecks on your cheeks and your neck but as he gets drunker and drunker he also gets bolder#then he's tugging you close and kissing you deeper#he's really affectionate and clingy when he's drunk#the worst part is that he never remembers any of it the next day#he's back to his old serious self#with no knowledge of how the night before he was flirting with you and had his tongue in your mouth#he doesn't act that way with anyone else though... just you#bonus points if you're not actually dating#aki <3
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now that im hearing the sad logan radio after the crash i do feel a little bad abt immediately objectifying him after. my bad
#me seeing his racesuit tight over his ass as he bent over in the driver cam did make me go insane last night. ask lou its true#she speaks#poor bb. pls tell us abt biting ur tongue/lip in team torque next week xoxo the masses need to know#f1dump
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Hmmm ok so after last night im like 99% sure im a lesbian and idk what to do abt it
#was kissing a guy and he fucking touched me everywhere im not gonna be too graphic so yea just imagine everywhere u know what i mean#had his tongue in my mouth and his hands on me and that didint do anything for me???????? i was even pretend moaning??????#bc i thought it was weird hes there molesting me and i dont feel a thing#he really wanted to leave everyone at the club and go back to my place but nah i was too scared for that lol#so anyways... what now đđđđ#i really need to make out with a girl i think#i dont know how this works i just know touching and kissing men does nothing for me#we ll see maybe kissing girls also does nothing but yea i gotta try it first#this is so stupid#ive first questioned myself when i was 15 i think and rn at least im finally like out there flirting and going out and testing everything#but its really scary still#last night was amazing tho#we were drinking all night till 6am#fukcing fooling arounf and being stupid right next to our dorms#i remember laying on the concrete outside with this girl and saying over and over that im not drinking anymore then taking a shot anywa loo
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There seems to be a common theme with my experience posting about dnd on tumblrâŠ
#yes it is that I get really excited to talk to my dm only to get cancelled on again#this Sunday is supposedly when our next session is#I miss my dm if those other hoes donât show up so I can see him again#I am going to hunt them all for sport#guys I love my dm#I want to be like a cat lovingly curling up on his stomach in the middle of the night and making it impossible to get up and pee#and we can kiss with tongue if he wants I donât care#I wish Iâd made a more complex character so I had more stuff to talk to him about#not that Iâd enjoy playing a complex character but#whatever guys I just wanna talk to him again
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pussydrunk!Sukuna who insists he's only doing it to warm you up for the real deal.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who throws your legs over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making snarky remarks about how this is just 'foreplay', and not to get too cocky.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grips your waist hard, going face first into your weeping pussy without intake for air, tongue immediately hitting your most sensitive spots.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who still hasn't come up for air, now moving his attention to what you think is his favoriteâyour clit, now swollen and tender with how latched he is on it; kitty licks with sucking like it'll kill him.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who rides you through your first orgasm by adding two of his girthy fingers to the mix, pushing them out of your hot walls that clench around his digits every stroke and curl.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally comes up to take a breath, chin covered with a translucent sheen of your cumâa nasty trail of slick following him as he gives you a stupid grin; teasing you by slowly lowering himself to your oversensitive sex to continue his ministrations despite your pleas.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grumbles a short, "Shut up", when you tell him it's becoming too much, hands on your waist only getting tighter to make sure you won't run away; tongue seeming to reach down your messy cunt further as punishment.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who gets annoyed at you for interrupting his feasting with your constant shoving and twisting while you try and get him away from your overstimulated sex, but only getting a slap! on your pussy in return.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who has never seemed more grateful to be a curse in his life with how much stamina he has, each orgasm of yours only resulting in him trying harder to drag another out of you.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who actually moans in pleasure of you hitting your 6th straight orgasm of the night from his eating, the only relief you get is him stopping to grunt, "The next better have you squirting".
pussydrunk!Sukuna who smiles deep in your weeping pussy (so swollen with sensitivity that you're numb) at your screams of his name along with the rough tugs at his hair begging him to give you a break.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally is satisfied as you squirt long and hard with tears falling down your cheeks, the liquid that he can't catch in his mouth ending up in his hair, the sheets, and his chestânot like he minds though.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who runs his calloused hand up and down your back when you pass out from tiredness, feeling accomplished he made you hit seven orgasms in 2 and a half hours, but who's really counting?
#-PULCEN!#đŻđčđđżđŻđ#jjk smut#jjk x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna jjk#ryomen sukuna#jjk ryomen#sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader smut#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna oneshot#gojo smut#geto smut#gojo x reader#jjk
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simon riley AND reader who are absolutely terrible at dating.
he ghosts you after the first date. you thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime connection with unmatched banter and crackling physical tension. guess not. you lose a couple of nights of sleep over it and chalk it up to men ainât shit and move on.
simon who canât stop thinking about your date as he gets shipped out the next day. runs through an op quicker than ever, barking at soap more than usual, toeing the line of unprofessional. every day that passes is a day he canât touch his personal phone, leaving your text thread abandoned.
you get a text a month later. âyou around?â have to check the thread to remember who it was, finding yourself absolutely shocked, struggling to remember the hulking mass of a man who made you giggle so much over that one dinner.
simon shows up to your picnic date with apology flowers and a new leather jacket. explains why he was gone without prompting, a gruff monologue as you find yourself getting distracted by the new scratch on his eyebrow and the scruff on his face. unconsciously, your fingers brush it barely, wanting to make sure it was real.
simon stops mid-sentence, gripping your wrist in an iron hold. the shock of what you did hits you, profuse apologies spilling from your lips as you try to explain and tug your wrist back. he wonât let you though, keeping it in place, your soft skin against his worn calluses.
ââs okay, love. jusâ ask next time. still jumpy from work.â you finally snatch your hand back, embarrassment warming your body as you nod your head in acknowledgment. he thinks about letting the awkwardness settle and take roots, adding a string of failed dates to his black book.
instead you make the choice for him, attention catching on a nearby curious toddler. you give the little bugger a wave with your biggest smile, sticking out your tongue to make the kid laugh. simon decides then and there that heâs going to keep you.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod 141#tornadothoughts#ghost call of duty#fluff#ghost headcanons#ghost imagine#simon ghost riley cod#simon riley x f!reader#simon riley fluff#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley
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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.
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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.
It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.
His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.
His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.
Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.
"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.
Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.
For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.
And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.
When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.
Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.
Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.
And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.
By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.
And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.
It says 'Missus Riley', of course.
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â bestfriend!satoru likes seeing you in his clothes a little too much.
it starts with lending you a jacket when you're out late and it gets cold. he laughs at you first, makes fun of the way you shiver, but then his eyes drift and he realises he can see your hardened nipples through your shirt and suddenly he's layering you up in his jacket just to keep his mind from short-circuiting.
but the sight of you in his jacket is no help either, not when you drown in it because he's so damn tall and he's reminded of the difference in size between the two of you and for the first (more like third) time he's wondering what you'd look like beneath him in a mean mating press. how you'd feel shaking under his body weight: like how you're shaking now, but pleasure wracking your body rather than the cold wind.
he tells himself it's fine to have these thoughts. you're his best friend, you spent every waking hour together: it's only natural that his thoughts would eventually drift southwards. he'll snap out of it, he just needs to jerk off and clear his mind.
so he walks you home, and lets you keep the jacket.
but that night, he's in the shower with hot water scalding his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he strokes his cock at an inhuman pace. fucks his fist with anything but you in mindâhe thinks about all his past trysts, about whatever porn he's seen lately, about his fucking cursed technique.
and he thinks he has it, he's pumping his cock with crazed strokes in an attempt to cum and clear his mind, but just as that pleasure starts to break into white hot lust, all he sees is you. in nothing but his jacket, wrecked on his cock and begging him for more.
and when he cums, he sees your eyes pleading up at him from where youâd rest on your knees, ready to take his load into your mouth because you crave the taste. He swears he can feel your fingers splayed over his thighs⊠your tongue tracing the pronounced vein that runs up the underside of his cock⊠your heated presence in the shower alongside him.
satoru says your name as he cums, and realises heâs wholly fucked and not coming back from this.
so, naturally, gojo plays into it.
the next time you see him is at his place, you come around to spend time with him and talk about the mundane that always seems exciting when spoken in the lilt of your voice. he offers you a drink, pours you a glass of red and promptly spills it over your pretty topâpurely accidental, of course.
and he only takes a moment to admire the way the soaked fabric clings to your skin before heâs bolting into action and offering you a shirt of his own.
âitâs like youâre trying to steal my wardrobe, huh? first my jacket⊠now my shirt⊠got something to admit to, hm? you like wearing my clothes?â
itâs playful banter, you think, and roll your eyes with a huff as he hands you a shirt thatâs oversized even on him. he wants to see you drown in the fabric, covered in him through clothing until he can cover you in another aspect of himself.
you make him look away while you change, though you know itâs an effort wasted because heâs all-seeing or whatever. and when satoru finally gets a look at you in his shirt he knows itâs game over. itâs like heâs left a mark on you, staked him claim not through bite marks or hickies as he usually would, but through the fabric that adorns your skin. his clothes smell like him, look like him, and are being worn by you.
heâs beyond hard, his cock is tenting his pants and heâs almost offended you havenât yet noticed, because thereâs no hiding a boner when youâre his size. youâre sweet enough not to look, even steal a glance out of curiosityâbut he isnât; his eyes are roaming your skin in such a heated way you feel feverish. itâs how he notices the wine that has spilt on your skirt as well.
he could tell youâoffer you a pair of his sweats and cum in his own pants as the way theyâd hang off your hipsâbut he doesnât. instead, your best friend satoru gojo, the man you know like scripture, drops to his knees and takes the hem of your skirt between his fingers.
âwhat are you doing?â you think heâs cruel for a joke like this, when he looks so good on his knees, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as if heâs aching for a taste of you. you squeeze your thighs together, groan at the thought of gojos relentless teasing if he realises youâre soaking wet right now. âthis isnât funny.â
âiâm not laughing,â he says, tone flat. âyour skirt is stained.â
âoh,â it is, you can see the wine seeping into the fabric.
gojo laughs, his grin sinful. âwhat? you get all flustered when iâm on my knees? how lewd.â
âshut up,â you try and step backwards, put some space between him and your pulsing heat, but his hands come to grip your thighs, fingers cool as they brush under your skirt and press into your skin. âyouâre an asshole, toru.â
âi know,â his fingers creep higher. âiâm sorry.â
âno youâre not.â
âi know,â he parrots. âbut you will be.â
âwhââ
in one practiced movement, satoru rips your skirt down and exposes you to him. he has to bunch up the shirt of his you wear with one hand and keep you from running with the other, but heâs met with a beautiful sight as a reward for all his pining.
âfor coming to my house with no fucking panties on and acting like you donât want me to fuck you like weâre more than friends.â
you learnt quickly upon befriending satoru gojo that he always seems to get what he wants. this is no exception, because after he spends so long fucking you with his tongue that his knees go numb against the cold tile, heâs got you laid down on his couch, his t shirt bunched up over your waist just enough for him to watch his cock sink into you over and over and over again.
he loves the sight of you grabbing at the fabric to keep it out of the wayâ how you whine for him to just let you take it off, all for him to press his lips to yours and conjoin you so you couldnât undress even if you tried.
how with each thrust of his ravaging cock into you, heâs whining like heâs not the one in control. babbling filth as if heâs not got you pinned and taking every last inch of himâheâs pussy drunk and overbearing in his excitement and slurring his words as he speaks against your open mouth.
ânever allowed to wear your own clothes again,â he steals your breath with each gasp he gives between thrusts. âonly mine. iâll burn yours, fuck, i hate your clothes.â
âyouâŠâ gojos fast rutting stalls your sentence. ââŠyou brought me that skirt.â
âyeah? well where is it now?â
you recall the lecture you tried to give him when he threw your wine-stained skirt into his trash bin. youâd protest his dictation of what you wear if you had the mind to do soâbut his cock is hitting your g spot in tandem with the ministries of his fingers over your clit⊠youâre half-near brain dead with the way he splits you open and unravels you like the threading of his clothes heâs fucking you in.
you canât count your orgasms, only feel them shoot static up your spine with each one gojo manages to pull from you. and when he cums, spills over your parted thighs to dress you further in the essence of him, you swear you hear him babble something about putting a ring on your finger some day, to dress you in something of his permanently.
but friends donât talk like that.
they donât fuck like this either, though.
#gojo smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo x you#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you
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oblivious!Nanami who cannot fathom that youâd like him back let alone want him so youâre forced to get more and more obvious with your flirting.
oblivious!Nanami who you bring a coffee one morning, his name on the paper sleeve surrounded by little hearts. he doesn't even look at the cup, just gulps down the scalding coffee and thanks you quietly.
"You're very kind. I needed the caffeine."
oblivious!Nanami who drives you home when you miss the train, but politely declines your offer to come up for tea because he knows you have an early shift the next day.
âI couldnât possibly, but thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who is way too nice about receiving your âdrunk textsâ, telling you to forget the whole thing and that thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about.
âAh, I believe youâve texted the wrong person. Iâll delete these. Have a fun night.â
oblivious!Nanami who agrees to come over to help you paint above your kitchen cabinets because heâs your tallest friend, who blushes at your jokes about him âfalling for youâ while you hold the ladder steady but doesnât play along.
âDonât worry, I have excellent balance.â
oblivious!Nanami who tells himself that itâs perfectly normal for you to take your top off and finish painting in a sports bra, because itâs just so hot in your house.
âOf course, I donât mind. It is quite warm.â
oblivious!Nanami who goes home and touches himself to the thought of you, to the idea of how close youâd been, how little youâd been wearing.
âSheâs so beautiful, so sweet, fuck, fuckâŠâ
oblivious!Nanami who pictures your face when he comes into his fist, who cleans himself up guiltily and avoids you at work for the whole next week in self-imposed punishment.
âGood afternoon. Excuse me. Thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who bites his tongue to keep from confessing when you ask him if he likes anyone, if he has a type.
âI, ah, Iâm single, yes. I donât exactly have a type.â
oblivious!Nanami whose heart sinks when you tell him that you have a crush on someone, who has to clench his fists in his pockets when you gush about them.
âIâm sure theyâre wonderful. Theyâre a lucky person.â
oblivious!Nanami who feels the knife twist as you assure him that they are, that theyâre handsome and kind and funny and brilliant, but way out of your league.
âIâm sure thatâs not true. Youâre all that and more.â
oblivious!Nanami who shakes his head in disbelief when you tell him that you donât think they feel the same way, because youâve dropped about a million hints and they havenât ever reciprocated.
âThat sounds frustrating. Maybe you should just tell them how you feel. At least then youâd know.â
oblivious!Nanami who thinks heâs dreaming when you lean in and press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek, when you say that thatâs very good advice, when you take his hand.
âItâs you, Kento. Itâs always been.â
oblivious!Nanami who canât hold back from kissing you, pulling you into a breathless embrace, murmuring against your lips.
âIt canât be, so long, I never imaginedâŠâ
oblivious!Nanami who lies awake in bed beside you, his mind replaying all the signals he had missed or chosen not to believe.
oblivious!Nanami who promises to make up for lost time, and never lets you doubt his love again.
#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#nanami fluff#nanami smut#nanami x you#nanami kento smut#jjk fluff#jjk smut
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Lover, You Should've Come Over (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Get ready to cry. This is based on a request I received yesterday where the reader gets jealous of Jean. I tried to take this in a different direction just because I feel like this is a popular trope that has been done by many fantastic writers. It's also inspired by "Lover, You Should've Come Over," by Jeff Buckley. Hope you guys enjoy.
Summary: You've been pining after Logan since you joined the X-Men, and you're convinced he'll never love you back. Heâs obsessed with Jeanâalways has been. Or...maybe he's not.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV (unprotected...pls WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, f!reader/afab!reader, telepathic!reader, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan (kinda? yeah.), non-canon compliant (you'll see what I mean...no spoilers), cursing, angst, feelings, implied mutant trauma (kinda a given in X-Men), probably some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4,197 sorry
Wanting someone you canât haveâitâs that crying in the shower, pulling your legs into your chest, screaming into your pillow kind of heartache. Youâve come to know the feeling intimately. Itâs an awful, horrid, stomach-churning kind of pain.
But you want him. Despite all the pain, you want him. Logan Howlett. You canât seem to keep him off your mind. For the few months youâve been one of the X-Men, Logan has been a constant. Heâs always thereâwhether itâs to train or just to talk. But you know heâll never want you. You see the way he looks at Jean. You wish you didnât. You wish you were oblivious to that sort of thing. But you donât need to use your telepathy to reach inside his mind for proofâyou just know.Â
You keep holding on, savoring every moment, every interaction you have with Logan. You sit on the lawn of the mansion with him, watching the sunset. Youâll come down to the living room late at night to find him sitting in front of the T.V. and join him. Sometimes heâll drape an arm around your shoulder. Heâll draw circles into your side as you drift off. Youâll wake up the next morning back in your bed, Logan having carried you there long after youâve fallen asleep.Â
Youâve decided youâll take all heâll give you, even if it means nothing to himâeven if it's platonic.Â
But tonight, you wish something would come up through the floor and swallow you whole. A void, a black hole maybe. That would do the trick. Disappearing would make everything so much easier. The second-best thing to disappearing is sitting in the kitchen of the mansion, alone, with a pint of ice cream. You decide to practice your powers, moving the silver spoon with your mind, concentrating as you dig the spoon into the top of the pint and into your mouth.Â
You hear a warm, familiar chuckle from the doorway as the spoon lands on your tongue. You look up, and thereâs Logan, arms tucked across his chest. âWish I could do that.â
You canât help but smile around the spoon as he strides over to you, taking a seat on the stool next to yours. You slide the spoon out of your mouth and rest it on the napkin next to the ice cream. âHey,â you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.Â
His shoulder brushes against yours. Heâs so close it hurts. You try to shove the pain down and enjoy the moment.Â
âWas hoping Iâd run into you down here. Thought maybe youâd be in bed already,â Logan says, his eyes locked on yours.Â
You shake your head, doing your best to keep that fake smile plastered on your face. âCouldnât sleep.âÂ
You can see the sudden concern appear on his face. âEverything okay?â He asks, tilting his head to the side. Fuck, you think to yourself. Maybe heâs catching on.Â
âYeah,â you murmur, looking down at the ice cream. âJust still having a hard time adjusting.â It wasnât a lie. You had always struggled with your powers, longing to hide, to shove them down. Your whole life, you were either a freak or something to be usedâwhatever was most convenient in the moment. The struggle between visibility and forcing yourself to be ânormalâ was an impossible battle. You were no stranger to being taken advantage of or being experimented on.
Logan was the first person who understood thatâunderstood you. He made you feel seen in a way that no one ever had. Itâs part of the reason youâve fallen so hard for him.Â
His hand is suddenly on your back, yanking you from your thoughts and back to reality. âIâm here,â he whispers. âWhatever you need, anything.âÂ
Anything. You wish he really meant it.Â
âThanks, Lo.â You smile up at him, letting your eyes linger on his lips for just a second before looking back down at the ice cream. âWant some?â You ask, nodding at the pint.Â
âOnly if you feed it to me the way you did when I walked in.â You can hear the smirk in his voice as he taps the spoon. You side-eye him incredulously. âI mean it. Wanna see you do it again.â Thereâs a husk in his voice, a shift in his timber that sends a chill down your spine. You try not to think about it too much as you pick up the spoon with your mind.Â
You guide the spoon inside the pint, scraping the top, and lifting it up towards Loganâs mouth. He opens wide as you lead the spoon inside, his tongue hitting the bottom as his lips close around it. The implications of the moment donât dawn on you until heâs grabbing the spoon with his hands and sucking on the metal. Thereâs something undeniably suggestive about this.Â
Heat rises to your chest as you replay the image of him taking the spoon into his mouth in your mind. Itâs so intimate, so domestic. And, certainly, something elseâsomething that makes you tick, that makes that familiar fire grow deep within your belly.Â
Butâlike alwaysâthe moment doesnât last long. You wince, feeling someone itching against your thoughts, prodding at your mental shields, begging to be let in. Suddenly, thereâs another voice in your mind.Â
I gotta try that myself. You flinch at the sound, taking the spoon from Loganâs hand and shooting it across the room to where you sense the personâs presence. You turn around, and thereâs Jean, resisting the spoonâs trajectory with her mind.Â
It's almost pressing into her skull, shaking in mid-air, ready to break her skin. You gasp and drop the spoon, embarrassed to have registered her as a threat. âIâm so sorry,â you say, watching as Jean crouches down and picks up the spoon. âI didnât know that was you in there, I swear.â
You expect Logan to stand from the chair and rush over to Jean, but he stays next to you, glued to your side, the palm of his hand resting gently on your back. âJean.â His voice is firm, almost cold and harsh. âWhat was that?â Youâre surprised at how curt heâs being with her, surprised he remembered that youâre sensitive to people probing around your mind, even if itâs friendly.Â
Jean mutters a curse. âI was just communicating with her. I didnât think sheâdââÂ
Logan stands, his hand still steady at your back. âDonât do that again. Ever.â His voice is louder now, heavier.Â
She whispers an apology, setting the spoon on the counter and walking towards the doorway. âI really didnât mean to hurt you,â she says. âI shouldâve remembered given yourâŠâ she pauses, searching for the word, âpastâŠthat it wouldnât be a good idea.â She takes another tentative step. âIâll leave you two alone,â she says, and she slips out.Â
Logan settles back into the stool next to you. Youâre shocked that heâs still here, that he hasnât run away yet. You can hear him breatheâin and outâgentle, long breaths. You close your eyes and listen, the sound calming you down. Youâre still expecting him to leave, to walk away, but he doesnât.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, your eyes fluttering open, his voice hanging in the air. His head is tilted to the side, worry painted across his face.Â
âY-yeah. Iâm fine,â you stutter, your voice cracking. âYou donât have to stay with me. You can go check on her if you want.â You nod towards the doorwayâto wherever Jean wandered off to.Â
âAnd why would I do that?â Is all he says in return, furrowing his brows.Â
You put on that fake smile again. âI almost jammed a spoon into her forehead because she spoke to me telepathically.â You shake your head. âDonât really think my reaction was particularly friendlyâor something that good people do.â You break eye contact with Logan and look to the other side of the kitchen. âPlus, you two areâŠclose.â
âHey.â His voice is firm again, but gentle this time, reassuring. His hand slips across your back and rests on your waist. Youâre so shocked by the contact that you almost miss what he says. âFirst of all, she knows better. Charles warned her about what youâve been through. And secondâŠâ He trails off, smirking at you. âIâd rather be with you.â
Oh? Oh. Heâd rather be with you.Â
âI just thought, you know, you and Jean wereâŠâ Youâre too embarrassed to finish the sentence and too nervous to hear him say the words youâve been dreading most.Â
He shakes his head, that smirk still spread across his lips. âNo, itâs not Jean I want. Never has been.âÂ
Your breathing becomes shakyâyour heart beating rapidly in your chest. âIf itâs not Jean, thenââÂ
Logan cuts you off as he suddenly moves. His arm lifts from your waist as he stands, turning your stool around so your back is against the cold countertop. Heâs gripping the arms of the stool now, caging you in. Your mind is hazyâyou canât concentrate with him this close.Â
âYou think I do the shit I do with you with Jean too, hm?â Heâs towering over you, his head cocking to the side, his voice self-assured and confident. âThink Iâm watching movies and sunsets with her? Carrying her to bed, too?âÂ
Youâre overwhelmed, dizzied by his words, his size, him. âJust thought thatââ
âJust thought what?â He cuts you off again. âThat I didnât want you, darlinâ?â He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, one hand moving from the counter to your hip. âWanted you this whole time,â he huffs, goosebumps rising on your arms. âOnly you.â He presses a kiss to your ear, and then just underneath your jaw.Â
âLogan,â you whisper. âW-want you too,â you choke out, your hands coming up and around his back. âB-but someoneâs gonna walk in on us.âÂ
Heâs ignoring you, biting your pulse point lightly and licking the pain away. âLet them,â he husks, refusing to stop. You instinctively bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, your nails digging in slightly. He groans at the contact, his chest heaving against yours.Â
âOne of the kids is catch us in here, or somebody else,â you mutter, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. âW-we shouldââ
âGo to my room.â He finishes your thought.Â
âPlease.âÂ
And then heâs picking you up from the chair, his hands under your thighs, grabbing your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist as he prowls out of the kitchen. He looks both ways as he crosses the hallway and makes his way to the stairs. Thereâs no one in sight. He carries you up the steps and down the hall to his room, practically breaking down the door as he swings it open and slams it shut.Â
And then heâs laying you down on his bed, crawling over you, pressing his forehead against yours. âWanted you in here sooner,â he murmurs, his lips just inches from yours. âHoped youâd come over one night. You shouldâve.â
His lips crash down onto yours before you can find the words to say. Heâs starving for you, swallowing your moans as his hands slip under your shirt, his nails digging lightly into your sides. âSo fucking beautiful,â he rasps against your lips. Everything is desperate and rushed, hands pawing at bare skin in the dim light of his room.Â
Logan tugs on the hem of your shirt, rolling it up your body and over your head. He tosses it to the side as he sits up on his knees, taking you in. He curses under his breath, looking you up and down.Â
âLogan,â you whine, arching your back. You need his hands on you again, his lips. Something. Anything.Â
âI know, pretty girl,â he soothes, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of your shorts. âGonna take care of you.â He yanks them down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and panties.Â
He pulls off his own shirt, tossing it carelessly, letting it get lost on the floor. He settles back down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand finds your waist. He slides up to the bottom of your bra, teasingly pulling on the fabric before slipping his hand behind your backâskillfully unclasping the bra with one easy motion. You arch your back again, the bra straps sliding down your arms as Logan tosses the bra to the floor, too.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles, his hand tracing the curves of your breasts, massaging gently. âPerfect.â He captures your lips in another kiss as his thumb ghosts over your nipples, just barely giving you the relief you need before pinching softly. The pressure feels so good, so right, but itâs not enough.Â
He draws circles around your nipples with his thumb, the sensation feeding the aching fire between your legs. Your hips involuntarily lift off the mattress, meeting his. âNeed me that bad, huh?â He is always so incredibly cocky, even nowâespecially now. He knows exactly what heâs doing to you, and what to do next.Â
Logan grinds his erection into your core. You can feel how big he is, the weight of him heavy against your cunt even in his jeans. You clench around nothing, whining his name as his strained cock teases your panty-clad pussy. âYou want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?â
âY-yes,â you stutter, biting your lips as his hand leaves your tits and sweeps down your stomach, stopping just above your clit. He slides his fingers down just a bit more, feeling where your arousal seeps through your panties.Â
âAlready soaking for me, sweetheart.â The bassy timber of his voice stokes that flame deep within your belly. Without warning, heâs hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanking them down your legs. âCanât wait anymore, pretty girl,â he whispers. âWanna taste this pussy.â He kisses your belly button, leaving a trail down the rest of your stomach as his mouth travels to where you need him most.Â
Thereâs something depraved about the way heâs crawling down your body, taking in every inch of you. He spreads your legs apart with the palms of his handsâhis thumbs brushing against your bare skin, licking teasingly at your inner thighs as he settles in between them.Â
He pauses, looking at you under hooded eyes. You can see the wantâno, the needâin the way his muscles flex and how he works his jaw. But heâs hesitating, his breath hot against your core, sending another jolt of desire through your body. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your eyes searching his for his next move.Â
He finally presses a kiss to your clit. âYou donât understand how you make me feel,â he mumbles against your heat, licking a long stripe through your folds and back to your clit. âNo idea how long Iâve fucking wanted you.â You throw your head back, whimpering his name as he laps again and again. Heâs starving, and youâre the only thing that can satiate his hunger. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking it, taking it in between his lips and sucking hard.Â
Your hips lift off the mattress and Logan quickly moves to hold them down. âYouâre not going anywhere, darlinâ,â he grunts against you, the vibration of his voice going straight to your core.Â
His free hand slips up the inside of your thighs, teasingly climbing higher and higher, his nails skimming your flesh. Heâs toying with you, leading you on, taking his time. His fingers finally ghost over your folds, exploring you, stroking up and down as his tongue laps at your cunt.Â
Logan prods your entrance with two fingers, slipping in just a bit, testing the waters. âPlease,â you beg, pushing your hips down in an attempt to sink his fingers deeper into you. He stops you, his hand still firmly holding your hips down, refusing to give you the release youâre dying for.Â
âSo fucking impatient, arenât you?â He tuts. And then heâs shoving two fingers all the way inside you, down to his knuckles. âSuch a pretty pussy.â
âF-fuck!â You cry out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he sets a relentless pace. Heâs drinking you in, sucking roughly, his long fingers pumping in and out with a vengeance.Â
ââThis what you wanted, pretty girl?â He asks condescendingly in between laps. Youâre too fucked out to form a sentence, your legs trembling underneath him. You know heâs loving thisâloving that youâre a wet, needy, whimpering mess.Â
Your walls squeeze around his fingers, your swollen clit throbbing as he laps at you. Youâre so close already. âLo,â you call out, fisting the sheets of his bed. Everything in here smells like him: pine and mint and musk and tobacco and that thing thatâs uniquely Logan. Itâs all so overwhelming and overstimulating. Youâre ready to fall apart, to melt into nothingness. âS-so close.â
He squeezes your hip. âI know, sweetheart,â he soothes, his pace unwavering as his fingers fuck into you, scissoring inside you, drawing you closer to your climax with that come-hither motion he does so well. Your walls flutter again. âThatâs it,â he coos. âWanna feel you comeâwanna know what it tastes like.â He licks harder, faster. âLet go for me, darlinâ.âÂ
He pushes you over the edge, pleasure warming your belly as you let go. It washes over you in waves, his fingers still pumping in and out, his tongue still hanging on to the taste of you. You ride it out, his thumb brushing your hip, coaxing you through it. His fingers slip out of your cunt, but his head is still buried between your legs. You shudder as he licks long, slow stripes through your folds.Â
âSo fucking sweet,â he growls, still starving for more. âNot done with you yet.â
Fuck.Â
But you need moreâneed his cock deep inside you, pounding into you. You need him in front of you, his lips on yours.Â
âLogan,â you whine, your voice shaky and trembling just like the rest of your body. He finally lifts his head, his hair a disheveled mess, your juices glistening on his lips and his chin. The sight of him makes your breath hitch in your throat. Thereâs a feral, needy look in his eyes. Heâs starving for more of you, and youâre not quite sure heâll ever get enough.Â
But he can see your chest heaving and the desire in your own eyes. He knows what you needâhe always does. He sits up on his knees, staring at you while he slowly unbuckles his belt. The tension is palpable, the clinking of his belt against the hardwood floors cutting through it like a hot knifeâthe only sounds the melding of your quick breaths and the shuffling of bed sheets as Logan finally comes up to meet you.Â
He's balancing on his forearm as he unbuttons his jeans, undoing the zipper and shoving the denim and his boxers down his legs. You swallow at the sight of his cock springing against his stomach. You had felt his erection before, but he is far bigger than you ever anticipated.Â
With one hand on his cock, he lowers himself in between your thighs. You instinctually spread your legs for him, inviting him in. He nudges against your entrance, taking his time.Â
His forehead meets yours, your chests flush against each otherâs, panting in sync. Youâre both waiting with bated breath, his tip slipping inside, but stopping short before going any farther.Â
His Adamâs apple bobs in his throat. âThought Iâd never have you,â he confesses, pushing his tip a bit further in. âWouldâve given up anything for this. Wouldâve waited forever.â
âYou donât have to,â you murmur.  âIâm right here. Iâm yours.âÂ
âMine?â
âAll yours.â
And then heâs pushing deep inside you, down to the hilt, bottoming out. He swallows your moans with a kiss, biting your lip, drawing blood, and licking it away. âAll fucking mine.â He stays buried inside you, unmoving. âWanna stay inside you forever, sweetheart,â he growls, your heart bursting at the thought.
He pulls himself all the way out and all the way back in, stretching you out, working you open. You look down in between your bodies and watch as his cock disappears inside of you. âFeels s-so fucking good,â you stammer, already drunk off him.Â
âLike watching me fuck into you?â Logan husks, picking up his pace, his hips snapping into yours.Â
âY-yes,â you whimper. His muscles flex as he ruts into you. He takes the hand that was on his cock and brings it in between your bodies, his fingertips quickly finding your clit and giving it a soft pinch. Your back arches off the mattress at the sensation.Â
Logan hums at your reaction. âSo sensitive,â he groans. âTaking me so good, sweetheart.â You can feel him losing control as he rams into you, his thrusts growing harder with each pump of his cock. Heâs drawing firm, fast circles into your core.Â
Itâs all too much, him, his cock, his fingers. Your skin is on fire, your nipples pushing against his chestâthe friction absolutely delicious. Youâre already so close, just a few steps away from the ledge, and youâre ready to fall.Â
âKnow youâre close, darlinâ,â Logan moans in between kisses. âCan feel you squeezing me.âÂ
You hum in response, but Logan refuses to let up. His pace is beyond brutal, pounding into you over and over again, his fingers working your clit in tandem. Your muscles contract around him, gripping tightly.Â
âThatâs it,â he murmurs. âSo fucking tight, so fucking warm.â His praises are more than you can handle. âYou gonna come on my cock, just like this?âÂ
âYes, fuck, Logan!â Youâre a babbling mess, his name the only thing on your mind, on your lips, hanging in the air like itâs a sacred prayer. Everything is him, and it always has been. In this moment and in every other, he is your end and your beginning.Â
 âLet go for me, sweetheart. Know you can do it for me.â His deep voice is all you need to walk you through it. Youâre breaking down, coming on his cock, the pleasure coursing through your veins, spreading like an untamable fire.Â
Heâs stroking your clit long after youâve come, still snapping his hips into yours, still working up towards his own orgasm. His pace is getting sloppier, but he shows no signs of stopping. You can feel yourself growing overstimulated, his cock rubbing against your walls, his fingers circling your clit. âSâtoo much,â you whine, your nails digging into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.Â
Logan presses himself closer to you, as close as he possibly can be. âYouâve got one more in you, sweetheart,â he coaxes, not letting up. âKnow you can take it.â
Youâre breathless, clinging onto him helplessly. Youâre clamping down on him again, taking him deeper than you did before. Heâs hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. âLo,â you whimper. âIâm gonnaââ
âI know, darlinâ,â he grunts. You can feel him throbbing inside you. âLet it happen, Iâve got you. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
The tension is snapping again, breaking in half as he pulls another orgasm from you. You shudder as you come for a third time, overstimulated and beyond fucked out. You know heâs close behind, his hips slowing down, his forehead pressed against yours. He slips his hand away from your clit and around your back, pulling you closer to his chest. Itâs so intimate, so perfect.Â
âF-fuck,â he mumbles. âWhere do you want me toââ
You hold him closer. âStay,â you whisper. âWant you inside. Wanna feel you come.â
âOh fuck,â he mutters, plunging deep inside you, his muscles tensing as he fills you up, your name on his lips. His thrusts slow, pumping in and out every now and then before finally stopping.Â
You stay like this for a few minutes, his arm keeping you tight against his chest, his cock still buried inside you and your foreheads still pressed together.Â
He brings a hand up to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. You sigh, your eyes fluttering open and closed.Â
He shakes his head. âI always wanted you,â he says, his voice low and raspy. âThe whole time. It was only ever you.âÂ
His words could make you cry. Itâs everything youâve ever hoped to hear. You smile, his hand finding its way to the crook of your neck, his fingers lightly stroking your sensitive skin. âCanât believe I didnât see it,â you breathe, your voice laden with sleepiness. âI never knew. Thought youâd never want me.â
âIâll always want you.â His cock finally slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty. His legs tangle with yours, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. âWouldâve waited forever for you, darlinâ.â
âForever?â
âLonger.â
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it doesn't matter how quietly you attempt to get off at night; your lieutenant is always listening, always grumpy about the pretty sounds disturbing his slumber.
you were embarrassed when he brought it up to you (keep it down, can't fuckin' sleep with oll tha' racket), so you opted to not use your vibrator the next night, instead using your fingers like some lady from the 1800's. it wasn't as efficient, but it did the job, and you were knocked out after a few orgasms.
you think you're doing good, as he doesn't confront you about your nightly activities for a few days after that. not until one morning when he pulls you over to an obscured area outside, not paying any mind to your stumbling and hissing.
even with the mask on, you can tell he's scowling. "how many times do i 'ave to tell you to keep it down?" he grumbles, peering down at you through golden eyelashes. his head tilts as he speaks, and you have to force yourself to not squeeze your thighs together in front of your superior officer. "i can hear tha' wet cunt through the walls every nightâare you tha' thirsty for it, pet?" a finger clips onto your belt loop, and you're being tugged closer, a chuckle rumbling from him when he takes notice of how flustered you're getting.
you've never wanted to explode into tiny pieces more in your life than this moment. your cheeks feel hot, and you can only stare up at him and watch as his gaze roams down your body. heated. predatory.
"iâ i don't wantâ" you try to deny what you know is inevitable because ghost always gets his way, but it's thrilling to watch how he pushes his body against yours, the smell of him overpowering your rational thoughts. he only peels the mask high enough to free his mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat, a gloved hand finding its way to the front of your pants.
that night, when you crawl into bed with a fully charged vibrator, warmth already swirling in your belly, you think about how ghost's hands felt on your body. how he so meanly nudged the fat head of his cock in until he was fully sheathed, stretching you so thin you swear he was going to split you apart.
("there we go," he coosâor rather snarls at you, thick fingers filling up your mouth because you were whining too loud for his liking. "knew you wanted this fuckin' cunt stuffed full o'me," he groans while pawing at your chest, harsh pants hitting your ear. "tha's why you're so loud, innit? nasty fuckin' thing.")
how he kissed you like he was trying to consume you, licking into your mouth with such fervour, you were surprised he hadn't already burst into flames. he resembles a brick more than an actual human sometimes, but patience has always been his strongest quality.
you really shouldn't be surprised when ghost pours into your room while you're making yourself dizzy with thoughts of him, your brain liquifying on the pillow from the constant delicious vibrations against your throbbing clit. the sound of the door being kicked shut behind him startles you as he stalks over to your bed.
"i'm starting to think you like pissing me off." he growls softly, the bed squeaking underneath his weight. the vibrator is still buzzing against you, and you swallow when his eyes drop down to the soft, wet mess between your legs. "get on your fuckin' knees, girl."
#am i doing too much with the accent?#idc it's fun to write#ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#rainwrites đ
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â THE FOUR TIMES YOUR NEIGHBOR TRIES TO HOOK UP WITH YOU AND THE ONE TIME HE SUCCEEDS !! â
⧠pairing: uncle! sukuna x neighbor! reader
⧠summary: you had grown up next door to the itadoris, but you never had met their uncle. and for good reason, he had spent the majority of his life in and out of jail. but now he was finally out, and he only had one goal in mind -- getting you in his bed.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, modern au, uncle sukuna, degradation (slut, whore, brat), freshly out from jail sukuna, implied age gap (sukuna probably like late 30s / early 40s, reader is like mid twenties), wet dreams (f!), masturbation (f! +m!), dom!sukuna, sub!reader, dirty talk, oral (f + m), spanking (f!receiving), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm delay (f! receiving), implied multiple rounds, swearing, fanart found on pinterest (let me know if you know the og artist)
⧠w/c: 8,939
You were a pretty little thing.Â
Thatâs what he thought when he first saw you. And when he saw you smile, his second thought was â how could he have you?Â
You were the girl next door. Literally. Grew up next to the Itadori family, you watched the brat on weekends, helped around the house after the mom had left, and even slept over some nights in the guest room.Â
The very room you were in now, pinned underneath him, legs spread as your cunt gushed as if you had been the one doing time instead of him.Â
âFuck, girl, did the boys your age not fuck you properly?â He clicks his tongue, the glint of his piercing in the low light of the moonlight that illuminated the barest hint of the room. It was by that light that you could not only see the way his lips curled into a smirk as his hand came down on your needy pussy, but the noticeable bulge in his pants, âgânna have to fix that,â as he thumbs meanly at your swollen clit, âIâll have you screaming my name soon enough.âÂ
âAre the cookies almost done?â Yuji asked, rubbing the back of his head, squinting at the cookies through the oven window, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, âsure youâre not burning them?âÂ
âI know how to bake cookies, Yu,â you roll your eyes, as you clean the counters off of the flour and bits of dough and sugar that smeared the surface, âwhy are you so impatient anyway?âÂ
âHe wants to leave before the wrecking ball blows through, and you should do that same,â Choso adds, emerging from his room with a yawn, and you tilt your head, his gaze slides to Yuji, âshe doesnât know?âÂ
Yuji shakes his head, âI thought Dad wasââÂ
Choso glances at you, gesturing to his face to tell you that you had something on your own, before his eyes slide back to his younger brother, âYou know Jin can barely remember to tell us, much lessââÂ
You cross your arms, wiping the flour and sugar from your cheek, but you only manage to make it worse, âCan you guys just tell me instead of having an argument about who should have told me?âÂ
Yuji sighed, leaning against the counter, elbow propped up as he held his head up with his fist flat against his chin, âMy dadâs brother is coming to stay for us for the summer,âÂ
âYour uncle?â and you miss the way Yuji grimaces at the question, too busy pulling on oven mitts, âYour dadâs great â I canât imagine your uncle being any different,â you pull the cookies from the oven, swatting Yujiâs hand as he tries to take one off the still burning rack, âyouâll burn yourself, just wait,âÂ
Your own family was scattered here and there now â and the Itadoris had been like your own family as you grew up â Jin was like a second dad to you, he had always looked after you, even after you had graduated from college. The quiet man didnât say much but he did a lot, and you couldnât imagine his brother being much different.Â
And then the door swung open, a large man caught in the backlight of the summer sun, casting a long shadow across the entryway made your breath stick in your chest as if it was where it belonged â pinned under his mere presence.Â
âLooks like youâve done nothing to change the place, did you?â He takes a step or two in and finally his body is cast into view â tattoos bound like ribbons against his skin, muscles are heavy cords that look more monstrous than human â as no human should be as hulking as he was. But that was nothing compared to his face itself â black tattoos lining both sides of his face in an intricate pattern that stole your breath from your lungs, while his eyes were black holes that cut right through you than at you, a flicker of flames burning underneath, âtch, brat, take my things upââ he tosses the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at Yuji who catches it with a glare, before his gaze slides to Choso, âand heâs still here?âÂ
âDonât be rude to my son and his brother, Sukuna,â Jin sighed, entering behind him as he shut the door, âChoso is welcome, and donât forget youâre a guest here,â he takes the bag from his son, and takes it upstairs instead.Â
And Sukunaâs gaze finally falls on you. Itâs heavy, the sharp tip of a sword tracing every inch of your body as it circled its weak points â his eyes lingers on the curves of your body â and perhaps the points he liked too.Â
âAnd whoâs this?â he jerks his head towards you gruffly, as if you couldnât answer yourself.Â
You say your name, âIâm their neighbor,â and he nods, eyes darting to Choso, his body growing tense, as he gritted his teeth, but Sukuna was only all smiles, he took steps forward. You canât help but avert your gaze, as he approaches, fingers outstretched, a slight flinch but itâs gone soon enough.Â
You glance up, and find him taking a bite of one of your cookies, tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from his lips, âsweet,â he devours it, ânot bad, brat,â and he leans close again to grab another, âbut probably not as sweet as you.âÂ
And your eyes widen, as he bears no reaction, except for a small smirk that graces his lips, as he follows his brother upstairs, âYou better not be fucking around in my things,âÂ
You donât hear Jinâs reply, still utterly consumed by what just happened.Â
âYou okay? Heâs just like that,â Choso murmurs, âhe wonât bother you, I promise,âÂ
âNo, no, Iâm okay,â your lips curl in an offer of reassurance, but youâre sure it falls flat, as your eyes glance back at the stairs.Â
And that was your first time meeting Sukuna.Â
But far from your last. Â
The next time you saw him was at a summer barbecue the Itadoris always had to kick off summer break. And most of your time was spent chatting with Choso and kicking Yujiâs ass at Mario Kart, until it grew dark, and Choso was stuck carrying a slightly tipsy Yuji inside.
You laid back in the patio chair, scrolling on your phone to the symphony of cicadas filling the silence, the smoke from the barbecue still lingering in the night â and then you hear the creak of the back door open.Â
âYou want another drink, Choso?âÂ
âIâd love a drink, girl,â and your eyes snap over to spot Sukuna, standing with hands tucked into his pockets, a black tank you assumed was several sizes too small.Â
âSure,â you say, slipping from your chair, âbut we only have the mix for a sex on the beach,â and his eyes find yours, a ghost of a gruff chuckle on his lips.Â
âSounds perfect if itâs from you, sweetheart,â and you have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes â he may be nice to look at, but he isnât smooth, you make the drink in relative silence. Until you sense his presence behind you, your head whipping back to find him looming, your breath caught in your throat.Â
âUhââÂ
âJust wanted to see a master bartender at work, you seem like you really know what youâre doing, with, whatâs the drink called again?â And you force yourself to look forward, ignoring the weird mix of his musk and alcohol, with the clink of the ice cubes against the glsd breaking the silence.Â
âSex on the beach,â you offer it to him, and fuck, you donât like it â donât like him and his smug grin, the way your eyes canât pull away from his, the way your heart clenched, and the way you wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smile on off his face.Â
âGood girl,â he plucks the drink from you, his fingers brushing yours, âwant to have one with me?âÂ
And you almost find yourself saying yes, find yourself buckling under the heat of his gaze and the summer humidity that clings to your skin and strangles the sense from your head â and you canât help but think how nice those fingers of his would feel around your neckâ
âNo, no, I probably should head home. Itâs lateââ and just then the back door opens again, Choso standing in the doorway, âChoso, whereâs Yu?âÂ
âI got him to bed. Come on, Iâll walk you home,â and you nod, grabbing your bag with a slight nod to Sukuna before disappearing inside, and you donât catch the way your best friend glares at Sukuna.Â
And you donât see the way Sukuna stares at you as you walk away either.Â
The third time you meet Sukuna is a few nights later â and it wasnât for lack of trying to avoid him.Â
âCan I have some popcorn?â you ask, eyes still glued to the TV, a movie that the two of you had seen a million times before during movie night, âChoso?â you glance over at him, but heâs staring off into space, âhello?â you nudge him, and he finally comes to.Â
âSorry, what?â And you sigh, leaning over and grabbing the popcorn bowl, âsorry I was justââ he shakes his head, ânothing,âÂ
âYouâre so convincing,â and you see a flush crawl up his neck, âCâmon, whatâs bothering you?âÂ
You toss a pillow at Choso, the pillow bouncing off his face to land in his lap, the glow of the TV in his dark bedroom giving you enough light to see the glare on his face, âCho, youâve been brooding all night â did Yuji call you by your name instead of big brother?âÂ
He scoffs, âI only got upset about that once,â or twice or maybe ten times, âitâs Sukuna. Heâs been really grating on my nerves,â and your eyebrows knit together, as you put the volume of the TV down.Â
âWhat has he done?â and Choso hesitates, several emotions flicker across his face before a stoic look glazes over his face, as he presses his hand to his lips, âyou can tell meââÂ
Thereâs a knock at the door, and Yuji sticks his head in, âHey, Dad has to sleep now for a meeting, so move to the living room,â and you throw popcorn at him, but he only catches one or two in his mouth and leaves.Â
You sigh, âI should probably just go home anyway, I have to get some sleep,â you glance at Choso, who is fascinated with his floor all of a sudden, âyou okay?â He moves to get up, but you shake your head, âjust chill, Iâll walk back.âÂ
He opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it, âIâm fine, just get home safe okay?â
You snort, âthink Iâll be fine walking the ten feet to my door,â you grab your things, âIâll see you tomorrow,âÂ
And you close the door softly, turning to head up the hallway and out of the house, bag slung over your shoulder, and youâre turning the corner, when you nearly crash into someone.Â
A hand curls around your wrist to steady you, âYou should watch where youâre going, brat,â and your eyes flit up to find a dark gaze looking back down at you, lips curled in a small grin, âdonât know what youâll find wandering these halls,âÂ
You pull your arm away, âIâm pretty familiar with these halls and what wanders them,âÂ
âNot all of them,â the low tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as you brush past him, avoiding his piercing gaze, cutting through you with practiced ease, âwhat were you doing here so late anyway?â You ignore him as you go to grab your shoes, but find them missing.Â
âHave you seen my shoes?â and he only tilts his head, arms crossed, muscles inked with tattoos that littered up and down, and you knew he could pin you down with barely an ounce of effort.Â
âMaybe answer my question and Iâll tell you,â and your lips twist into a scowl, as you begin to look around, checking the coat closet, under the couch, âwas he really that bad?â And his question makes you pause, âthe cursed brat, in bed? Did he not do the job for you?âÂ
You haul yourself to your feet, âWhat is your problem?âÂ
And his expression is as milquetoast as ever, as if he had asked you about the weather as opposed to asking if you had fucked your best friend, âYou donât have to be fucking sensitive, itâs just a question,â he runs his painted nails through his dyed cropped hair, low light glinting off the black sheen, âunless it was that bad,âÂ
âFuck off,â you scoff, trying to walk past him but he blocks you, âwhat?âÂ
âMaybe Iâll help you find your shoes, if you have a drink with me,â and you cross your arms.Â
âDid you go to jail for stealing? Because with all those muscles and tattoos, Iâm surprised you werenât caught sooner,â and heâs leaning closer, breath warming your lips and your blood alike, boiling under your skin as if he had set you on fire without lying a single finger on you.Â
âDidnât take you to be one to admire me, little one, after all, Iâm just your neighborsâ uncle arenât I? Jailbird, criminal, fucking lowlife, right? And his fingers ghost over your jaw, âbut I donât see you pulling away, do I?âÂ
And you arenât. But why arenât you? Every brain cell is telling you to fucking run, but your body wants nothing more than to lean into his touch, to give in, let yourself be engulfed by himâ
The creak of the door has you jumping back, âhey, you forgot your shoesââ Choso starts, and his gaze snaps between you and Sukuna.Â
âThanks, Cho,â you slip past Sukuna, grabbing your shoes, âi was wondering what I did with them,â you step into your shoes, cheeks still burning as you canât quite meet your best friendâs eyes, âIâll see you tomorrow,âÂ
And youâre gone without another word, the silence of your exit hanging overhead as the screen door clicks closed behind you. Sukuna watches you leave, and as he turns heâs met with a glare from Choso.Â
Sukuna only gives a gruff chuckle, walking past as he lets his shoulder bump against Chosoâs, âWhat are you fucking looking at?âÂ
And now he had visited you in your dreams too.Â
âSâfucking wet,â Sukuna has you pinned down with one hand, face hovering over your drenched cunt, as he toyed with it, tugging your folds apart to let some of your pre drip onto your bedspread, âfucking slut, you were begging for this, werenât you?âÂ
And a thick digit sinks into you with little resistance, making your back arch as pleasure rips up your spine, âfuck off,â you manage, between pants.Â
âI know, brat, thatâs what Iâm trying to do,â he laughs, as he works a second finger inside you with practiced ease, âlike I was made to fuck this cunt open, my fingers are already fucking drenched, and all Iâve done is open you up,â and to punctuate his point, heâs scissoring his fingers to stretch your walls out, dragging against them, as your mouth falls open in a silent moan.Â
âA-ah, pleaseââ and heâs grinning now, a purr as he leans down to meet your blown out gaze. His fingers begin to fuck you open, his thumb rubbing against your clit as your body rocked against his hand. And a grunt has you looking at him, only to see him palming his erection, slit dripping with precum, âSukuna, pleaseââÂ
âKnew youâd be a good girl fâme, good little slut gonna break my fingers in two,â and his other hand spanks your clit, ânow cum,âÂ
And you do, muscles clenching as you do, a cry of his name on your lips that does nothing but stroke his ego, your orgasm soaking his hand. Eyes fluttering open to find him licking your release from his fingers, as his other hand undoes his pants and tugs down his boxers, his cock already dragging against your still twitching cunt.Â
âFuck,â you mumble, under your breath, and he only smiles.Â
âNow youâre getting it, baby.âÂ
And your alarm jolts you awake, you stare at your ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin, while you glance at your side to find nothing but your comforter beside you. Not to mention, as you shifted, feeling the telltale stickiness of your arousal and the dull throbbing of your cunt, the aftermath of your dream â your very wet dream.Â
âFuck,â you say, this time out loud and to no one but yourself. This was going to be a problem, if you let this go on. And you couldnât. Not after the last time â you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and stand, glancing back at the stain of your pre that you flipped your comforter over â and not after that.Â
âHave you been avoiding me?âÂ
Yes, you have done a good job. Until now.Â
You gritted your teeth, as you stood in the doorway of the room. But how could you have avoided him in the guest room of the house he lived in?Â
And as he loomed in the doorway of the kitchen, dwelling in the shadow of his form, you were kicking the ass of past you, the one that had convinced you it was okay to stay over because Sukuna had been out.Â
âHadâ being the operative word.Â
It had been a few days since you had found yourself at the Itadoris. And more than a few days since you had found yourself dreaming of Sukuna â waking up with his name on your tongue and your panties uncomfortably drenched. You had gone through more underwear this week than you had in a month. And it didnât help that you felt the need to get off once you did wake, the ache between your thighs was too much to bear before sleep.Â
And now here was the subject of your dirty dreams darkening your doorway, as if your dreams were some naughty prophecy waiting to unfold (though you were sure he could fold you).Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
And you knew exactly what he was talking about. You had made sure Sukuna wasnât around when you came over (the absence of his motorcycle is a telltale sign), and always left before he returned. But tonight you made the mistake of drinking with Choso, the two of you finishing two bottles of sake before being completely fucked.Â
Your head was spinning â you could barely have made it to the bathroom, much less your home. Choso had corralled you into taking his bed, before going and collapsing on his couch. It had been only a few hours into the night before you got up in a haze of confusion with your mouth drier than the Sahara. You pulled yourself up, slipped on thin sleep shorts that you had thrown off at some point due to the summer humidity, before finding your way to the door.Â
You made your way to the kitchen, the squeak of the fridge as you pulled it open to grab a water bottle. And thatâs when he spoke.Â
âAnd here you are,â and the water bottle nearly slipped from your grasp, âno need to jump, brat, Iâm not a monster or a shadow,â
No, but heâs so much worse, heâs real.Â
âI was just getting something to drink,â you murmur, and he tilts his head, as he takes a step closer.Â
âJust water?â Thatâs not the kind of drink you still owe me,â and why was his presence so intoxicating? Several drinks in and you could still hold your own, still speak in complete sentences, and even make your way home on foot. But Sukuna comes near, and suddenly you can barely form a fucking syllable, your limbs feel far too heavy, and your body is nearly burning, as if he had turned your blood to wine without any miracle needed.Â
No, it was more of a curse.Â
âI donât remember owing you anything,â and heâs tilting his head, amusement flickering across his lips, a step closer and then another, until youâre utterly engulfed in his presence. You can smell the mix of exhaust and sweat off of him from his motorcycle ride, the way his jaw tenses as if he is holding himself back from taking a bite, and the way his gaze pierces into you as if he has you pinned like a butterfly under glass.Â
âDo I need to give you a reason?â And when his fingers ghosted over your swell of your cheek, a featherlight brush from rough, calloused skin that makes a shiver roll down your body, âdidnât think I had to with the way you were nearly melting into my touch when I saw you last, girl,âÂ
âI wasnât the one begging for me to be there,â and he clicks his tongue derisively, and you wonder what else he can do with it, before his fingers grip your chin roughly, forcing your gaze to his.Â
âTch, so pleased with yourself just for resisting, are you, sweetheart?â he tilts his head, while his other hand slithers down your side until he finds your waist and tugs you close, lips hanging close, a forbidden fruit begging you to take a bite, âimagine how good youâd feel if you gave in,â and you almost do, melting into his touch, as if you were made to fit in his arms, leaning up so you could feel the warm breath of his welcomeâ
SLAM!Â
Youâre sent stumbling back again, clearing your throat, as the sounds of footsteps grow close, and Yuji wanders into the kitchen, mouth pulled open by his yawn, as he blinks as he spots the two of you.Â
âHey, I thought you were asleep upstairs,â he walks past the two of you to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, and sparing a short glance at Sukuna, âand I thought you had plans,âÂ
âPlans can change, brat,â Sukuna sighs, his eyes still trained on you â a homing missile with a target, and Yuji was an obstacle in the way, âshouldnât you go back to bed?âÂ
âI could ask you two the same,â he leaned against the kitchen counter for a moment, while you only shook your head.Â
âIâm going to go to bed,â your only exit opportunity and youâd take it â there had been enough mistakes made, and you didnât need another to add to the list, and youâre slipping back into your room without another word.Â
You donât see the way Sukuna glares at his nephew, cursing the day of his existence with only his eyes, only gaining a confused stare in return, âWhat? Ow!â
And youâre only left questioning why Yuji is holding a bag of ice to his head the next morning.Â
But you knew you couldnât avoid Sukuna forever â and you couldnât avoid how you felt either.
Especially when he gave you exactly what you wanted â space. You had barely seen him for the next week, the former criminal making himself scarce, apparently telling his brother that he had grown tired of ârooming with a bunch of brats,â and had found himself another place to stay for a while.Â
Jin had sighed when you had asked over breakfast a day or so after he left, âI donât know how long heâll be gone, but weâll see. The only requirement of his release was to stay in the prefectureââÂ
âAnd thatâs already far too close,â Yuji muttered under his breath, earning a sharp look from his dad, âso we donât even know if heâll be back huh?âÂ
Jin shrugs, as he sips his coffee, âI donât know â your uncle isnât one to stay in one place â unless thereâs something that he wants,âÂ
âIâll take any amount of time that heâs not here,â Choso shakes his head, offering you a small smile, âand this way you can stay over in the guest room now,âÂ
âYeah, true,â you offered a weak smile, as you continued to pick at your food. This was good news, things were going back to normal, but even so, as you pushed your food on your plate â why did your chest ache so much?Â
âYuck, do peopleâs heads really explode like that?â Yuji sat with the two of you in the living room, TV playing the movie Yuji had chosen, shoveling popcorn by the fistful.Â
âHow would we know that?â you snort, stealing popcorn from his bowl, âwhy did you even choose this movie anyway?âÂ
âHe heard there was a Megan Thee Stallion cameo in it,â and Yujiâs cheeks flushed, visible even in the dim illumination of the TV, as he got to his feet.Â
âIâm gonna get a drink, do you two want anything?â And you both shake your heads, as you stifle your chuckle.Â
âYou wanna stay over tonight?â Choso asks, and you tilt your head, toying with a popcorn kernel between your fingers.Â
You shrug, âweâll see,â your eyes drift back to the movie, but you feel the creak of the bed as he shifts.Â
âYou donât have been avoiding staying over, even though itâs just us,â Fuck, your eyes still found themselves on the screen instead of him, anywhere but him, and you can hear the unspoken words â even though Sukuna is not here, âare you sure weâre good?âÂ
And you couldnât tell him that it wasnât him that was bothering you. It wasnât him keeping you up at night, it wasnât him who had been tempting you the last few weeks, and it wasnât him that you wanted to see â no matter how much you didnât want to admit it, even to yourself.Â
So you donât. Â
You smile as best you can, âEverythingâs fine, Choso,â and he frowns, still unsure, and you know thereâs only one thing that will assure him, if only a little, âIâll stay over,âÂ
And so you end up in the guest room â far too late. Even though Sukuna no longer lingered here, his scent still did, even with the sheet change and the small amount of his things gone, he was still very much here.Â
And it did little for your sleep. Or maybe too much.Â
Again, you dreamt of him, his large palms dragging down your sides, lips pulled in a smirk that he pressed to the hollow of your throat before itâs consumed by a flash of canines that pinch and tease the softness of your flesh.Â
âSâfucking wet,â he huffs a chuckle out, âsuch a little slut, been wanting this for far too long havenât you?â And heâs undoing your robe with ease, a single tug has your body revealed to him, âhavenât even laid a finger on you and look at the mess youâve made,â he clicks his tongue, and a whine parts your lips, âalready whining like a bitch?âÂ
He shoves two fingers inside you, a gasp ripped from your throat, thick digits stretching your walls, clenching around the intrusion, âSukunaâplease,âÂ
âSilly girl,â he murmurs in your ear, âIâm not even the one touching you now,â and fantasy melts into reality as his hand cups your chin, eyes fluttering open, âbut I know I can make you cum faster than any dream,âÂ
Wait. What?Â
And suddenly the touch down your body feels all too real, pain ribboning from the fingers squeezing your hips hard, and a gasp as your body trembles, still caught between sleep and reality. Your body canât move, but itâs not the weight of your own limbs keeping you still.Â
Your eyes shoot open completely, sleep shed completely from your mind.Â
And you found Sukuna, his lips curled in a smile that was far too familiar from other sleepless nights. But was it? Or was it another dream that he had invaded, far too real as you slept in his bed, rather than your own.Â
Your hand reaches out for him shakily, fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw, âIs this real?â you mutter, more to yourself, but he takes it upon himself to answer, his hand darting out to curl around your wrist, squeezing, while the other holds himself up, mattress creaking a divot where his hand pressed in, body heat all too close.Â
âWant me to pinch you? Canât say itâll be the cheek youâre thinking of,â he chuckles, unable to meet his gaze, âdonât go acting like a shy virgin now, woman. Youâre the one having wet dreams about me,âÂ
âNo, I-I, it wasnâtââ but your brain is short circuiting and his laugh that rumbles against you tells you heâs enjoying this far too much, âwhat are you doing here? I thought you left,â the statement comes out far too biting, and he raises an eyebrow.Â
âI did, but it was just for a week. I had some business to deal with,â and a grin pulls at his lips, âwhy? Did you miss me, brat? Is that why youâre dreaming of me?âÂ
Youâre squirming underneath him trying to look anywhere but him, âIâm not, it wasnâtââ and he only hums, dragging a hand down your front, until heâs reaching your shorts, a brief pause to see if youâd pull away, but you donât, and fingers pressing against your soaked shorts.Â
âThat why youâre soaked through your fucking shorts?â And the rough pads of his fingers grind against your eager hole, nearly swallowing you in, only the thin fabric of your shorts keeping his fingers from fucking you then and there, âleast your bodyâs honest â so eager to get fucked,â and heâs teasing your drenched entrance, drawing his fingers back to have your pre like spiderwebs between the two digits.Â
âSukuna, pleaseââ and his lips curl.Â
âTell me to stop, and Iâll go,â a small whine left your throat, the throbbing between your thighs growing with the way his gaze undid you â unscrewed you by your hinges and watched you fall apart, only to ask you to put yourself back together.Â
But you couldnât. Not without him.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âI didnât ask you to whine, are you going to answer my questionâ-âÂ
âFuck me,â the words fall from your lips as if possessed, and you canât find it in you to regret them.Â
And he smiles all the same.Â
âAbout fucking time,â and his fingers meanly rub against your clit through the paper thin fabric of your shorts, âdidnât even fucking put on panties and you expect me to think you didnât want me fuck you open,â and embarrassment burns at your cheeks, âdid you get this wet from dreaming about me?â And no words come to your mind, and he gives you a sharp spank to your clothed slit, drawing a sharp gasp to your lips and slick flooding from your folds, âbetter use your words, woman,âÂ
âFuck, please, I needââ and his fingers practically rip your shorts off, letting your cunt gush onto the sheets.Â
âNeed me to fuck you that bad? Gânna beg this criminal to fuck you open?â And heâs toying with your folds, tugging your tight hole apart as his eyes rake over your pussy, exposed for him, âafter all of your teasing, what makes you think you even deserve to be fucked? Maybe I should leave you like this, fingers buried in your cunt, wishing they were your neighborâs uncleâs,â and a sadistic smile graces his features as it only can his, âfuck yourself for me,âÂ
You whimper, as his fingers leave your hole, clenching around nothing as if begging for his touch, âwhat? ButââÂ
âFuck yourself until you cum, wanna see what youâve been doing when youâre fucking me in your sleep,â the absence of his touch leaves you keening and needy, for something, anything to get you off. Want overcomes inhibition, and your shaky fingers find their way to your cunt, fingertips tracing the outer lips, a gasp you barely recognize as your own when you rub against your clit, âcâmon girl, gotta open yourself up for me â think Iâll fit if you just rub yourself like that?â And heâs pressing his clothed erection against your thigh â and heâs fucking big â rock hard cock rubbing against you through damp damp sweatpants.Â
And his fingers grabs your own, guiding them to your slick hole, letting them slip past your fluttering walls, while his own teased your outsides, âGood girl,â and the praise makes your walls clench, and heâs chuckling, âwant to be a fucking good girl, then fuck yourself until I see you cum for me,âÂ
You swallow your whines, beginning to move your fingers in and out, your insides clinging to you, as if begging for something longer, thicker, better â and you knew his fingers would be. A moan falls from your lips, and he clicks his tongue.Â
âGotta be rougher than that,â and his fingers curl around the base of your own, using your fingers as a glorified fuck toy. Your head lolled back, as he controlled the pace of your fingers, fucking you hard and fast, reaching places you didnât think were possible with your fingers, âthatâs it, youâre close arenât you? Like being fucked with your own fingers, donât you, you slut?â And youâre shuddering, soft cries and moans filling the silence of the night with the loud squelch of your cunt.Â
âSukuna, f-fuck, ngh, I canâtââ and he only begins to rub on your clit with his thumb.Â
âYes you can,â he gruffly chuckles, murmuring in your ear as he leans forward, âcum on your fingers like you have every night for me,â and he forces your gaze to meet his as your fingers brush that one spot that has your back arching, âsay my name,âÂ
And you do, cumming hard around your fingers, as he uses them to fuck you through your orgasm, the wet noises of your folds growing louder as your thighs shake. Your eyes meet his, glassy with tears from your high, and Sukuna leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek.Â
He pulls your fingers from inside you, your sticky cum coating your digits and even dripping onto his own. He smirks as he eyes them, before sliding them into his mouth. A moan pulled from your lips as he sucks your essence clean from them, tongue dragging up the length of your fingers.Â
âShit, that was a nice moan,â and his eyes fall back to your drenched cunt, âStill so fucking tight,â he clicks his tongue, Fuck, girl, did the boys your age not fuck you properly? Gânna have to fix that,â as he thumbs meanly at your swollen clit, âIâll have you screaming my name soon enough.âÂ
he hums, taking in your ruined state â tear stained cheeks, your dripping cunt, and your red ruined lips from biting them, âso fucking pretty like this,â and you hear him shift, the distinct sound of his phone camera, making your eyes snap open.Â
âNo, fuck, no donâtââ and heâs turning the screen around to show you how absolutely fucked you look, âpleaseââÂ
âItâs a little too late for that, canât have anyone buying your little virgin act anymore huh?â heâs grinning as he leans forward, pinning your thighs in place as you try to squirm away, âdonât move,âÂ
His order makes your muscles tense, unable to move your body under the heavy grasp of his hands splayed against your hips. The pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh, as his lips dare closer to your weeping slit.Â
âFuck, are you a virgin though? Youâre still so fucking tight even after that little show you put on for me,â and he doesnât give you a chance to reply, his breath warming your twitching cunt, âeither way, you wonât be one soon,â and heâs burying his mouth in your pussy.Â
You moan, covering your mouth before he sucks on your clit, tongue teasing your hole open, a wave of heat flooding your body. The sounds of his licking and slurping fill your ears â and you wonder how the whole house isnât awake yet.Â
You canât stop your hips from nearly fucking his face, but he spanks your thigh, hard, as he pulls his mouth from your dripping slit, âI told you not to move,â and he spanks your clit for good measure, making you yelp against your fingers, âtell me when youâre about to cum,â and you whimper, âor I can open this door and let the house hear us,âÂ
You nod, but he doesnât miss the way your slit twitches at the thought, and his mouth curls in a nasty smirk, âsuch a fucking slut, maybe I will,â and heâs plunging two thick fingers into your greedy cunt, a gasp ripped from your throat at the intrusion, walls fluttering as they attempt to accommodate his digits. But itâs all squeezing and barely any stretch, as his fingers work you open.Â
And it doesnât take long to get you worked up, his digits knuckle deep and dripping wet, âgonna fucking break my fingers in two with your virgin hole, girl,â he grunts, your body burning with his touch alone, nails dragging against your walls, curling so they can bully that sweet spot just right, âyouâre gonna cum arenât you?â the telltale squeeze of your cunt tells him so, and youâre nodding, and his fingers slip from inside.Â
Youâre whining, tears burning at the corners of your eyes, âPlease, fuck, wanna cum,â the pleasure that had built was throbbing, a dam close to bursting but denied its relief, so it remained, begging and waiting â âplease, SukunaââÂ
âSo you do know how to beg like a good little whore, gonna fuck you again, but you canât cum until I tell you,â and heâs sinking three fingers into you now, eyes rolling back as your back arches, but heâs fucking you meanly, curling and twisting his fingers, until the pleasure is a tight knot in your belly, barely hanging on from snapping, âwait,â he grunts, and itâs as if your warmth is made for him â or now it was, because heâs made it his, âwait,â and youâre sure heâs reached your cervix somehow, fingertips reaching places youâve only dreamed of (literally), and then he leans down lips around your clit as he orders you, ânow, cum,âÂ
And you do, hard, as he sucks around your clit while fucking you through your orgasm, cum flooding his fingers and face alike, drenching him, even as he slurped and sucked up every bit.Â
He finally pulls away, a shiver slips down your spine as he slips his fingers from inside you, pink tongue flicking against his lips, still slick with your cum, What a fucking mess youâve made,â he sneers, but heâs licking his lips clean all the same, âshould make you clean up the mess you made, shouldnât I?â And heâs pressing the pads of his fingers to your lips, youâre too fucked out to fight, lips parting with ease, âsuck,â and you do, opening wide to let his fingers inside, lips and tongue curled around the same fingers that had explored your cunt.Â
He watched as you obediently sucked every drop of your juices off, a trickle of drool slipping down the corner of your lips makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants, and heâs pulling his fingers from your mouth.Â
âBetter than your dreams, huh, sweetheart?â he drags his thumb down your bottom lip, he canât fucking wait a minute longer, âturn around, gonna fuck this slutty princess cunt from behind,â but you only can watch as he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers alike, his cock slapping against his stomach.Â
Fuck, heâs even bigger than you had imagined. Mushroom tip red and hard, as pretty veins run up the sides, and he was looking as if heâd not only split you open, but break you all together.Â
Your thighs quaked at the thought, more slick slipping from your needy cunt â and you wanted him to. Â
Your knees shake, as you turn slowly, much too slowly his pace, and he grunts, his hands gripping your hips, as he flips you onto your stomach, a yelp leaving your lips as you bounce on the mattress. âhave to fuckinâ do everything myself for this whoreâs pussy,â
Youâre gripping the sheets, nails surely tearing holes in the thin fabric of the sheets, as his calloused palm comes down on your ass, hard, the smack echoing in the silence of the night, a mewl you donât recognize as your own, âSukuna, please, I canâtââÂ
âYou can, youâll take whatever I give you, brat,â and another smack finds your ass again, as he pinches the flesh for good measure, drawing another moan from your lips and another chuckle from his, âand youâll take this cock too,â and he doesnât spare you a moment as he presses his swollen, dripping cockhead to your drenched hole, smearing his pre all over your ass â as if to erase any doubt you were his, because there wasnât â before finally sliding in.Â
God, fuck.Â
Your arms were already shaking, barely able to hold yourself up, but your face nearly plants into the mattress as he sinks into you â he was too fucking big. Even all the prep he had given you was nothing, nothing compared to how much his dick was stretching your cunt.Â
He hummed, as your insides swallowed him eagerly, even with the slight resistance of your tight little pussy, watching as your walls parted for him with almost practiced ease, sucking him deeper and deeper, as if you were made for him. And you would be, after he fucked your cunt to his shape again and again â because this was far from the last time he would take you.Â
It was only the first.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight â am I the first to fuck this pussy?â he grunts, grasping your hips tightly, your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his dick â he had waited far too long for this, too many nights spent grasping at his cock, thinking how much better it would be buried in your pussy.Â
âH-hngh, Sukuna, sâbig,â youâre nearly babbling as he works himself into you, inch by inch, not even halfway in, and you were gonna cum just from him putting his dick in, âcanât fitââ and heâs scoffing, watching you squirm against his length, but he only continues to fuck his way into your tight hole, another sharp slap to your ass as a warning.Â
âIâll make it fit, girl,â he growls â like fuck he was stopping now thatâs gotten this far, there was only one way this was ending â and it was with his cock fucking you full of his cum, âcâmon, did the dream not compare to the reality? Did you think I had a tiny dick?â and he thrusts shallowly against you, sending another inch inside your already stuffed folds, drawing a needy whine from your throat, âso fucking loud, you gonna let the whole house know what weâre doing at this rate,âÂ
he murmurs, bending down to your ear, and your walls squeeze around him, a vice grip that has him nearly cumming then and there, but no he wonât, not yet, âfuck, did you think about letting Choso know? Maybe Iâd let him watch me fuck you, only way heâll ever see you like this,â and you whimper as he slams into you, finally bottoming out as his tip bullies your womb, making you cry out against your fingers, âto think the pretty girl next door is on her hands and knees like a slut for me now, getting split open by my dick. What would Choso think?â
Youâre whining, âPlease, fuck, slow downââ but he only pulls out a little to piston back in, balls slapping against your ass as he does, setting a mean pace, as he chuckles in your ear.Â
âYouâre saying that, but we both know thatâs not what you want â slutty fucking pussy trying break my cock in two,â the sounds of your skin slapping against you as his tip brushes against your cervix rings in your ear, even as he murmurs in it, âyââknow he wants to fuck you right? The little brat is always watching you, nearly fisting himself at the sight of you,â heâs forcing you upwards, pressing your back to his chest, âhe wants you, but heâll never have you, because this pussy is mine,â and his hand finds the bulge in your stomach, pressing down, as you keen, head falling back against his shoulder, as tears pooled in your pretty eyes, âbut heâd never be able to reach here and fuck you like you want â like a whore,â his other hand pinches and teases your pebbled nipples, before sliding up to your neck, squeezing lightly, âsay youâre mine,âÂ
You canât find the words, all of them fucked out of your body to make room for his cock seemingly â the only words remaining his name and âplease,â but you have to do better than that, and he slows his pace to nothing, as he pulls out so only his tip teases your entrance, a whine leaving your pathetic mouth.
âIf youâre not mine, guess I donât need to let you finish, do I?â and youâre shaking your head, frantic and repentant.Â
âIâm yours, iâm yours, Sukuna, pleaseââ and heâs sliding right back into you, fucking you harder, balls slapping against your ass and sweet cunt swallowing him up to the base, a white ring of your pre cum forming around it â and he just knows youâre close, by the twitch of your sweet pussy â and his hand reaches around to rub at your clit, âIâmââÂ
And he ruts into you, hard and deep that youâre sure his length brushes against your womb â and youâre cumming, falling apart around him, but he doesnât relent â but had he ever? He didnât relent over these past few weeks, and he wouldnât now, not until he was filling you up and watching his cum drip out of your holeâ
Youâre slipping back forward, face forward into the pillow and mattress, as he grunts watching your slick drip down your ass and thighs and onto the sheets â his balls tense with his release, âFuckââ and thatâs all the warning you get before he slams back into you to bottom out, as he blows his load.Â
His release is hot as it fills you up, never ending it seems as he slowly fucks you through his orgasm, his spurts slowing with time, until heâs finally stilling, a soft grunt, as he pulls himself from inside your warm cunt. A soft groan at the sight of his seed spilling from inside you â youâre boneless and spent, until he has you jolting forward from the press of his fingers gathering his cum and stuffing it back in.Â
âKuna, fuck, I canâtââ and he scoffs, retracting his fingers for a moment, before heâs deftly flipping you onto your back, âtoo sensitive,â you whine as his fingers work their way back into you.Â
âDid you think I was done, woman?â and his softening erection is already standing tall again, and youâre almost wanting his fingers now at this point, even as your body disagrees, pussy squeezing at the thought of him buried inside you again. He leans forward, lips brushing against yours, a kiss full of nothing of tongue and teeth, the faint taste of your own release on his lips, âweâre far from done.âÂ
The sound of your name catches your attention, your eyes snapping up from your breakfast, âwhat?âÂ
âAre you okay? Choso frowns at you, as he holds his rice bowl, the rolled tamago sliced on his plate, âyou look tired,â It was another morning like always, butÂ
You shake your head, âI just didnât sleep well, I kept waking up from my dreams,â and it wasnât exactly a lie â yesterday was the culmination of a million dreams you had. Dreams that only ended when the sun began to come up, with his cock still buried in your cunt as you rode him, back pressed to his chest, as he worked you up and down his dick.Â
And finally when he came again, this time all over your back, he finally pressed kisses up and down his back, easing himself out, as his toned arms engulfed you.Â
âShould clean up and I should head to Jinâs room,â he murmurs, âI have a feeling I wonât have a place to live if he finds me in here,â and you chuckle, too fucked out and tired, âweâll have to get used to sneaking around.Â
âOh will we?â you had mumbled, and he answered your question with another bruising kiss to your lips.Â
Yuji tilts his head, scratching it, as you lift your glass to take a sip of water, mouth far too dry now, âIs that what those noises were? It sounded like you were having nightmares,â and you nearly choke on it, but force it down, hoping the embarrassment wasnât evident on your face, stabbing your egg.Â
âYeah, I had a couple last night,â you lied, and even as you suddenly found your breakfast far too interesting, you could feel Chosoâs gaze still on you â your cheeks burning as Sukunaâs words about him still rung in your ears â along with the distinct ache between your legs and on your ass he left behind, âIâm fine, Iâm just going to need a nap,âÂ
âYouâre not the only one, girl,â Sukuna walks into the kitchen from the rooms, as Yuji and Choso balk at his presence.Â
Chosoâs eyes narrow, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âWouldnât you like to know,â Sukunaâs eyes find yours, the corner of his lip pulled upwards, as his gaze rakes over your form, âwhatâs for breakfast?â and you knew he only wished that you were the thing placed on the table for him to eat. Jin barely pays any mind, too preoccupied on his phone with his work email, as he passes a plate to Sukuna.Â
âWhen did you even get in?â Yuji asks, as he finishes his own breakfast, leaning back on his two palms. And your insides begin to tie themselves in knots at all of these questions â knowing Sukuna would like nothing more than to tell them exactly what he was doing last night.Â
âAnd where did you sleep?â Choso glares, adding fuel to the fire, as Sukuna looks down on him, lips a thin line, âyou didnât bother our guest, did you?â and your cheeks burn all the same, a flicker of amusement on Sukunaâs features, lips parting only for Jin to cut in.
âHe got in early this morning. He slept in my room,â Jin says with a sigh, âDonât you two have to get ready? Youâre going to your momâs this morning,âÂ
âSheâs not my mom,â Choso grumbles under his breath, âmore like a leech,â but he still gets to his feet all the same, as Yuji follows suit, picking up their plates, a comforting hand on his older brotherâs shoulder.Â
âI should get to work,â Jin sighs, sparing a sharp glance at his brother, âbehave,â and he turns to you, âfeel free to stay as long as you want. Yuji and Choso will be back this afternoon,âÂ
And the three of them find their way out of the house, a rush of bags and feet, as Choso spares a glance at you.Â
âIâll be back soon â you can hang out in my room if you want,â Choso says, before scowling at Sukuna, âlet me know if you need anything,â and you nod, waving him off, and the door shuts behind them all.Â
Sukuna slides into place beside you, sitting as the two of you eat breakfast in relative silence. You finish up your meal, and move to get up, but Sukunaâs hand finds its way onto your thigh, holding you in place.Â
âAre you done?â and you glance at him, plate empty and food untouched, âwith eating?âÂ
âI am,â you raise an eyebrow, âAnd you?âÂ
âMy appetite wants something else, sweetheart,â he leans forward, fingers inching higher until his thumb grazes your inner thigh.Â
âAnd whatâs that?â and he nearly growls his next words, thin patience already tearing in two, just as he would your clothes if you werenât careful.Â
âIâm done playing coy, woman,â heâs lifting you with ease, slinging you over his shoulder as you gasp, and heâs gotten you on top of the counter, the very same counter you had baked cookies on the day he had arrived, but now his hulking body was quickly pressing your legs apart, âthereâs only one thing I want to eat in this kitchen, and itâs between your fucking thighs.âÂ
âNot sick of it yet?â you chuckle.Â
âThink I could bury myself in your slutty pussy for days and not get sick of it,â and he looms over you, just as he had that first day, and he leans down to kiss you, stealing the logic from your mind and leaving only the need for his touch behind, âit is the sweetest thing I ever tasted after all.âÂ
âReally?â and he smirks, as his fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts ripping them and your panties down, the cool air against your already wet cunt.Â
âWant me to prove it?âÂ
And oh, he would. Again and again.Â
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friends with benefits simon turns into friends with drawbacks in weeks when he becomes attached and you should've known better than to lust after the big man who didn't even remove his mask all the way to eat you out the first time yall had sex but it's too late anyway because now the consequence is calling your phone in the dead of night so you can let him in. (on a weekday! like sir respectfully go to hell)
he's dropping you off and picking you up from work daily.
he sends you a text asking you if you need any help at the grocery store. (how does he know???)
the one time you tried to end things because of a potential boyfriend/girlfriend coming along, they ghost (haha) you within a day and simon somehow knows about it.
mumbles "they're not good enough f'r ya anyway, pet," before hooking your legs over his shoulders and making you forget everything but his name.
you never told him about them.
when he used to come over and leave you a sloppy, sticky mess has now become him staying the night, you waking to the rich smell of coffee in the morning. it's you getting up to brush your teeth and seeing his toothbrush next to yours. it's sometimes seeing the toilet lid up (you tried to chew him out over it but ended up with his tongue in your mouth and his hand down your bottoms)
and now he's dragging you to some seedy joint to meet up with his work buddies, thick arm snug around your waist, finger hooked into a belt loop. (and if they all look at you like a hungry man does steak well....)
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"Oh! Kento-- wait-- please please please--"
Kento turned back on the bustling Tokyo street, the night bullied away by neon signs, light pollution, and the pollution of the wayward drunken laughers. He only came on staff nights out, now, because you'd be there. He peered at you, tie-loose, hair-mussed and bleary, as you knelt in front of a Gacha machine. You rummaged in your purse for a coin.
Kento grunted, smirking, and reached into his clinking pocket, swaying back to you with liquor-rusted words.
"You're drunk. Here--"
"A-ha!" You birthed a 500 yen coin from your purse, triumphant, and Kento felt childishly disappointed that he couldn't pay for your inebriation treat for you. He watched you fumble the coin into the Gacha machine, and turn the wheel, crank, crank, cranking until there sounded a hollow tok, and a skrrr-skrrr-skrrr, tok.
The Gacha pod landed in the dispenser. You gasped, biting your lip in sweet anticipation, and looking up at Kento. He could barely contain himself from his own adoration, wanting nothing more than to reach down and grasp your plush cheeks and press his lips to yours and taste the drink off your tongue and--
"Kiss, Kento."
Kento frog-blinked, wondering if he'd spoken such impurities aloud, and opened his mouth to apologise. But he paused again, leaning down over you, knelt on the pavement, where you held the Gacha pod up to him, and repeated yourself, ditzy-drunk.
"Kiss it, Kento. For luck. For me."
Self-conscious, and grumbling in a way that only deepened your grin, Kento leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the Gacha pod as you laughed. He straightened up, looking up and down the street to see if anyone saw, his vision a few seconds slower than his mind, wading through whiskey.
Heat rose up Kento's neck, and he opened his mouth again to suggest something stupid like why don't you come back to mine for another drink and--
"Awww, damn! This one again!" Kento looked down at you, owlish and inquisitive. You held up a little keychain, with a disappointed half-smile on your lips. You grimaced up at him, shrugging.
"That was my last shot I think. This line discontinues next week. Never mind." You tapped the front of the Gacha machine, stroking the green image of the one you were after, wistful.
Kento pulled you to your feet, and you linked your arm through his, swaying down the street together. Kento swallowed hard, wishing you were on his back, but instead blurted out;
"I'm sorry my kiss wasn't lucky enough."
You sighed, pensive, swinging your keychain on one finger.
"I'm sure they're plenty lucky. Just, maybe not for me."
Kento barely registered your words, distracted and glancing back down the street at the flashing Gacha machine, growing ever more distant.
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Between lessons a few days later, you crept into your office to dump essays on your desk, and snatch five minutes of peace. Settling your mug down, you saw the glimmer of brightly coloured plastic on the centre of your keyboard.
You blinked, curious, before a smile of realisation broke out across your face. A Gacha pod. You recalled, with your cheeks growing hot, how you had begged Kento for his lucky kiss, and how he hadn't corrected you when you told him that his lucky kisses would only be lucky for another girl. You felt a sting of humiliation...
...but, nobody else could have left this gift. Taking a deep breath, and pressing your lips to the pod (unknowingly stealing a kiss that had already been left there for you), you cracked it open-- and squealed with delight, ecstatic and fizzing with joy, to find your collection completed in the eleventh hour.
Later, at the first ring of the lunchtime bell, you knocked on the door to Kento's office. No answer. You knocked again, and gently opened the door, peering round and calling out.
"Kento...?"
Still, no answer. You crept in, closing the door behind you. His office was empty, his desk sparse and functional as always, not wanting to turn his desk into anything that would suggest he thought of work as home. The cupboard on his desk, was, however, straining at its latch, wonky at the closing seam from something stuffed inside.
Curious once more, you stroked the bursting seam of the cupboard, and undid the latch.
A veritable ball-pit burst forth over the office, with Gacha pods of yellow and red and orange and pink and blue and purple and black and white and--
--and every colour, except for green. Dozens and dozens of Gacha pods...except, for green. That one, you held in your purse. You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, and collected Gacha after Gacha, from beneath cupboards and radiators, rolled to all four corners of Kento's office.
Setting to work, you sat cross-legged on the floor, emptying the pods of their keychains one by one. Thousands and thousands of yen tallied before your eyes, and the plain, unassuming desk behind you said nothing of your coworker's secret obsession. And how he couldn't face you. And how you would never have known.
You sat in silence, with a lap full of empty Gacha pods, and listening to the birds singing songs of summer outside the window. You thought, and thought, and thought. You ripped pages from your notebook, tearing them to shreds, and set to work once more. By the time you were finished, the lunch bell rang again. You crammed the final Gacha back into the cupboard.
You could only wait, and hope.
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The warm summer rain started as evening began to roll in. You looked out of the Bistro window from your table for two, your belly twisted with nerves. Your green prize was clasped in your hand, a lucky charm; one earned with far more luck than a simple kiss could give.
You heard the jangling of a bell behind you. You dared not look up, instead just listening-- slow, familiar footsteps. The rattling clunk of a tote bag being placed before you, filled with Gacha pods. The rustle of a stack of carefully unfolded little notes, all with one word on; 'tomorrow'. 'Café'. 'You'. 'Me'. '8pm.'
"You broke into my cupboard."
You pursed the smile between your lips, your eyes closing with the silken chastisement, made without venom. Kento's cologne washed over you as he sat on the chair opposite, removing his glasses in a way that softened his face completely, looking at his lap with a smile. When he looked up at you, it was with a love so unapologetic that you could have cried.
You felt your nose stinging again, and set your green Gacha prize on the table between the two of you. Sheets of rain washed down the Bistro windows, and you cleared your throat, your voice cracking.
"This is quite the prize."
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"Kento! I'm home!"
You dumped your shoes and bag at the door, padding into the living room on bare feet. Kento leaned away from the stove, twirling spaghetti, and offering you the smiles he offered nobody else. He anticipated you, as your mouth opened.
"--yes, I went to the Gachapon. They're on the sofa. Pre-kissed."
You gasped in delight, in the same way you had that night, and bounced onto the sofa, two Gacha leaping with you.
"Two?" You cried, to his shrug, "I only said one-- you can't keep funding my habit, Kento--"
"I'm sure one would have been fine. But, just in case."
You barely registered Kento stepping over to you in his apron, with two steaming bowls, so focused were you on cracking open your Gacha pods. Taking a deep breath, you undid the wrapper...and cheered, your arms flinging into the air.
"Your kisses really are lucky, Kento, gosh...well, one more, then, I--"
You had cracked open the final Gacha. A ring tumbled into your hand, and your brain short-circuited. You trembled, rolling it around in your palm. The two halves of the pod clattered to the floor, forgotten. Your vision swam, and you sniffled, and looked up.
Kento had dipped onto one knee before you, aproned and still, with two bowls of pasta In his hands. In the crucial moment, he seemed anxious. He cleared his throat, his voice thickening.
"I would...like to fund your habit for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me."
A laugh bubbled through your tears, and you wiped your cheeks, allowing Kento to slide the ring into place on your finger. You held his broad hand in serene silence, time standing still, before you spoke.
"...so this ring is just...just one in the collection, right? Wait-- no, Kento, COME BACK, PLEASE-- I'M JUST FUCKING WITH YOU--"
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