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My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 5,818

Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut

A/N: Our final part 🥹💚 wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.

Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didn’t sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.

“Oooh holy shit.” you cried out, gripping the blanket, “fuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.”

“Yeah~? Does that feel good~?”

“S-So good~!”

“Mhmm~ good.”

Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.

“T-Toru~Toru.” Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.

“Oooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?”

Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.

“Oh my god, was I being that loud?”

“What~? No!” You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. “I’m pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.”

“Ya’ know what—”

You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. “Stop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.” his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. “You were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those ‘friends’ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?” Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.

“I offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.” His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. “But the heels are torture.”

“They seem like it.”

A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.

When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldn’t be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.

Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.

“I have to go, Toru.” You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. “Hey~ don’t be like that; we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Wedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when you’re on a sugar rush.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. “That sounds enticing.” Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen tonight,” Satoru promised with a shake of his head. “I promise you that.”

Another knock at the door, “If you don’t come out! We’re coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!” A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.

”I better go before they knock down the door.” With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. “I’ll see you later!” just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. “It’s just three hours, babe!”

Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.

“So, when are you and Satoru getting married?”

”Eh!?” All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. “I-I—we are not getting married!” At least not yet. “We’ve barely started going out.” Literally. “There’s no indication that we're even considering that!”

“Oh, please!”

“Says the girl that’s been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!”

Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. “S-So! That does not mean that we’re getting married anytime soon!” All of your friends booed in protest. “Will the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I don’t want you guys scaring off Satoru!” The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. “Finally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?” Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didn’t have your back.

“I was going to ask you the same question! The man would’ve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m serious! I think I’ll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, I think I will!”

“We are not getting married—not yet!”

Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.

“Ma’am—“ he learned next to your mother's ear, “just so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.”

“Huh?!”

Her reaction didn’t even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colors—a gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.

You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasn’t his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasn’t just about sex, and it wasn’t the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.

After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoru’s side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you could’ve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Is it wrong for me to say you’re even more beautiful than the bride?”

“Satoru!” you playfully punched at his shoulder, “I am not.”

“Oh, you are; that’s a god-given fact, sweetheart.” His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. “But there’s just one thing I would change about the outfit.”

“You and me both.” You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. “This material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. I’m serious. You’ll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.”

“Oh.” Satoru deadpans. “ I wasn’t talking about the material.”

You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. “Oh?” When you didn’t find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. “Well, what would you change about it then?” His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.

“I’d change the color.”

“Wait, what?”

Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. “So anyways! Let’s grab our seats; I’ll get you one of the cocktails!”

He rambles on while you’re still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; there’s no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didn’t mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didn’t even know what the two of you were yet. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship.

What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you weren’t just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.

These were questions and answers for another day. You weren’t going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.

And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.

He was so tentative to you. He’d always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadn’t called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.

The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.

Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.

Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. You’re met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyes—dark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.

“Please don’t hit me, I have my kid.” a familiar voice speaks, “and don’t yell, please.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. “Are you seriously using your kid as a human shield?” Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.

“I cannot confirm nor deny that.” He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. “But if my wife is around, I will deny every word.”

“So you are using your child as a human shield.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, Toji?”

He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money you’d spent on him

He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. “What I did was wrong.” His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. “I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You cock an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.” His head jerks in Satoru’s direction.

“Yeah, you almost fucked that up for me.”

“Well, luckily, you guys worked it out.”

“Yeah, we did.” For the first time all week, you don’t feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. “He’s a great guy.”

“Great for an escort.”

“Former escort.” You correct him with a smug smile. “Satoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.”

Toji’s eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadn’t seen since high school. “Well shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.” Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.

“I thought you said you were the greatest PI.”

“Nah, I’m one of the best.” Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoru’s hits the other day. “I’m far from being the greatest. I wasn’t for you, but—“ he pressed his lips against his son’s head. “I’m trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.”

“You always were an asshole.” Your point-blank statement had him wincing. “But if you hadn’t been an asshole, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.”

Toji tilts his head, chuckling. “You’re welcome, I guess.” A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his father’s jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. “Fuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And I’d rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.” He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.

The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. “Uhm, Toji, I can’t feed him.” Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I just—“ he sighs, “this is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.” You can’t help but smile at his name; a blessing.

“Well, hello there, Megumi.” You gently pet his hair back. “It’s nice to meet you; whatever you do, don’t turn out to be like your father.”

Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.

“Toji!” Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.

“That’s the wife, we’re leaving.” He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. “I’m sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.”

“Well, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.” Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. “All those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.”

“For putting up with me, you deserve the world.” He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. “Later.”

You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. “Was that Toji!?” His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. “The hell did he want?” He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.

“Mhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.”

“What you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.” Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.

“I already gave him one, so I’ll gladly take the money this time.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He takes another bite of cake. “It would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.”

You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. “You know I don’t even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.” He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. “All thanks to my—“You hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.

“Boyfriend.” Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.

“Yes, my boyfriend.”

Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.” You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.

“Wanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?”

Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. “Oooh? Is the sugar kicking in?” Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.

“It’s not just the sugar.” You correct him. “It’s you.”

The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoru’s on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. You’re moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.

While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; he’s far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.

“Hey, sweetheart, this isn’t a rental, is it?”

”No, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.” You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.

”So you wouldn’t be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?”

”No, I guess I woul—“ RIIIP!! “Oh fuck!” You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dress—the thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. “S-Satoru~”

“Mmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.” He states flatly before tugging your panties down. “I get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.”

His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.

Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.

You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.

Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.

“Fuck, oooh fuck Satoru.” Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”

”Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that.” He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. “I have a perfect place for you to sit.” You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. “Now, what do you say,” Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “We pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.”

”Mmm, I love the sound of that.” Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. “Ah~ fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are.” You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.

”And I’ll never get over how tight and warm you are.” Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. “God, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.” He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. “Y-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.”

“And I can feel you clamping down.”

Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoru’s face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.

Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.

Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.

”Toru, oooh fuck~”

”Yeah, you close?” His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “You gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.”

”Y-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.

“Ooooh fuck me.” You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. “Satoru, I’m gonna—“

”M-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!” Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. “Fuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!” He’s gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. “Oh, holy fuckin shit, baby! I’m cumming! Cumming inside you!”

With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoru’s cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.

It isn’t until your muscles are protesting the position that you’re in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.

“So, how was our first date?” The gentle tone of Satoru’s voice has you happily humming.

“One of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one.” His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. “I can’t wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.” He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you don’t say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. “Get some sleep.” He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.

The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.

It didn’t feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didn’t want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.

While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didn’t want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.

So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.

“Thank you again for everything.” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. “I can’t thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.”

Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. “Hey.” He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. “Would now be too soon to take you on our second date?” Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. “I know this great spot for brunch.” You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. “I just—I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. “But if you’re too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gue—” You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.

“Brunch sounds great.”

“Great!” Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. “You’re going to love it.” You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.

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[diremoone]

sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

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let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

found you - ch. 5 (part III)

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! sheltered! rbf! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, stalking/possessive themes, profanity, coercion, pet names (kitten), gaslighting, manipulation, underage drinking, praising, unprotected & protected sex, rough sex, mentions of suicide & depression, toxic jealousy, begging, chokehold, fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, w33d, mentions of hard drugs (ecstasy, cocaine)

word count/plot: [15.5k!] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins...

a/n: ok this part took me forever to write bc i lowkey suck ass at writing backstories. hopefully ya'll r able to understand what i wrote for that part (you'll see what i mean once u read it). also i skim editted this chapter so if some of it is in lowercase, don't blame me. i actually prefer to type in lowercase but since i started writing this fic with correct capitalization i wanted to be consistent w that. anyway, have fun reading. i'm so excited to read ur guy's comments hehe

ch. 1 , ch. 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ] , ch. 3 , ch. 4 , chapter 5 [ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 ]

Ara pulled the blanket up to Millie’s shoulders. She was passed out, like most of her classmates once they brought the party inside the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was nearly 5 am so she couldn’t blame them.

“Psst.”

Ara glanced over to see Gojo walking her way, a drink in hand. She knew he didn’t drink so..

“If that drink is for me then you can put it away.”

He grinned, “Nah it’s water.”

“Oh,” she took it from him and then took a sip, only to spit it out, “That’s vodka!”

“Eheheh,” She shoved him as he sat down on the couch beside her. He motioned towards Millie, “She’s out?”

Ara nodded, “She drank enough for everyone combined.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Ara squinted, “You don’t even drink.”

“Shhh,” he slipped his hand into hers, “Can I steal you now?”

“For what?”

“I have to show you something.”

She was silent for a moment, “It’s too early for a prank.”

He grinned brightly, “It’s not a prank. I promise.”

She let him take her by the hand and lead the way. As they walked through, she spotted Choso laying down passed out a bean bag and Geto asleep on the couch across from him, his leg hanging off the edge.

Gojo led her to one of the rooms, opening the door a bit carefully to peek inside and make sure it was the right one before pushing the door wide open for her. He motioned with his chin for her to go in, a little smirk on his face.

She entered to see balloons covering nearly every square inch of the floor, making the bed almost look like an island. The lit candles made the vast, modern room smell of comforting vanilla, maybe a hint of strawberry as well. The glass windows were wide open, revealing a sickening view of their beautiful city.

She was astonished, “Gojo..” she was about to turn around to face him but suddenly a hand rested on back, urging her forward.

“Keep going.”

She complied with his gentle pushes towards the bed, pushing aside balloons as they went. That was when she spotted the rather big box on the flower petal covered bed. The box was perfectly wrapped in glossy white wrapping paper with a pastel purple bow at the center.

She sat down on the bed, her eyes widening as she took in the box’s size.

He spoke quietly, “Open it.”

She glanced up at him, “Toru, what did you do..”

 “Just open it, open it.” he urged.

She noticed his barely contained excitement and shook her head subtly. He’d already given her so much, much more than she could ever ask for and yet here he was. Giving her a gift, as if he didn’t give her several on the daily.

He plopped down on the bed across from her, resting his head on his arm as he eagerly watched her pick up the box.

She ripped open the neat wrapping only to gape when she saw the orange box underneath. Thin black ribbon was tied around the box as well, but she’d be a fool to miss the ‘Hermes’ logo printed at the center.

“Gojo, what—“ she sputtered, at a loss for words, “You.. oh my god.”

His barely contained smirk broke out into a full grin. He continued to urge her, “Keep opening it.” He was almost tempted to open it for her at the pace she was going.

Once she got the wrapper fully off, he easily pulled the ribbon loose for her. Watching with a smile as she opened the box. 

Inside was her very first Birkin. It was mainly off-white, with an ombré effect of light brown at its edges. The crocodile pattern was unmistakable. The shiny, white-gold diamond latch glittered iridescently under the dim light. (a/n: if anyone is curious abt the bag https://madisonavenuecouture.com/products/hermes-birkin-25-himalaya-niloticus-crocodile-diamond-encrusted-hardware)

She was in awe.

He cupped her elbow, thumb gliding over her forearm gently, “Happy birthday, kitten.”

She set the box down, too shocked to even touch the bag itself. This was unlike any of the Birkin’s she’d ever seen—even though she’d only seen them in videos and in Shoko’s mother’s closet but still. Its grandeur was obvious and the diamonds-real diamonds on a bag? she couldn’t even comprehend it.

“Satoru… how? Why?” It seemed english wasn’t coming to her very easily, “How much was this?”

His hand slid up her elbow to her nape. He sat up to kiss her neck. His lips on her throat made her heartbeat scatter.

“Nothing compared to you.”

“Toru,” she backed away slightly, “This isn't smart. I don’t even wear bags that much-“

“Now you will.”

She met his gaze, only for her pounding heartbeat to quicken. He was looking at her with so much adoration, maybe a hint of lust but most of all, his gaze was filled with..

She glanced away, murmuring, “This is too much.”

He always did this. Gifting her the most expensive things so easily. It never failed to make her uncomfortable at first, making her feel like he was trying to compensate her for her affection only until she realized he truly liked it—giving her things. His love language was gifts.

His fingers caressed her hair for a moment before he let go of her nape.

“Open the purse.”

Her eyes widened, “What?” 

He didn’t respond, merely pushing the box towards her.

When she didn’t move he took her hand and placed it over the Birkin’s diamond latch, expectantly waiting for her to open it.

She opened the latch hesitantly, her fingertips gliding over the bag's rigid yet wearable material before slipping her hand within. She immediately felt something.

She withdrew her hand to see a small velvet box in her palm. She opened the box to reveal a beautiful petite white-gold diamond ring. It had a twisted over pattern, with diamonds embedded in each twist. She nearly gasped.

He suddenly reached within the collar of his shirt and shuffled out a thin silver chain around his neck. At the end of the chain was a ring made of the same material as hers, shaped more like a band.

His face was flushed.

“This ring is my promise to you.” His bright blue eyes met hers and he looked serious-for once.

She noticed his adam’s apple bob in his neck.

“I promise to keep you the happiest girl in the world. I promise to give you every piece of me and more,” The corner of his lip lifted subtly, “I promise to burn down the world for you, if that’s what you want-“

She chuckled airily, shaking her head.

He took her hand, “Listen to me, I know I haven’t always been the best man but I can’t live without you, you hear? I can’t live without you.”

His eyes dropped to her hand in his, his brows furrowing,  “When you broke up with me I hated it. I hated being away from you..” 

“I never stopped thinking about you, you know,” he scanned her face, “You're right in front me and I still can’t.”

She couldn’t hold his gaze.

“I love you, Ara.” he said softly.

His thumb ran over her ring finger, “You’re getting a promise ring now but there’s gonna be an engagement ring here one day. You’re gonna be my wife.” he spoke so definitively, as if it were already fated.

She let out a small, awkward laugh, “Your seriously talking about marria-”

“I am serious.”

“You sure?” her voice was low, tantalizing, “Shoko told me you don’t believe in monogamy.”

He chuckled, “I do now.”

“Why?”

“I found you.”

She stared at him as he slid the ring onto her finger, his hand lingering over hers before he returned her stare.

The next thing he knew she was crawling into his lap, drawing him a hug so tight her narrow arms shook from the strength she was exerting. He smiled. He wound his arms around her just as tight while peppering her temple with kisses. His hand tangled itself in her hair before tugging her head back.

He leaned towards her but she pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him before their lips met.

“You can’t take that back y’know.”

“What?”

Her hands tightened around his collar, completely losing her train of thought when she felt his hard-on brush her ass. 

Her cheeks grew warm, “e-everything you just said.”

“Never.” he panted, suddenly digging his fingers into her ass before flipping her over onto the bed—him atop her. “Never, never, never.”

Her eyes widened when she saw the mirror on the ceiling. She could see everything.. her reflection.. his face in her neck, eagerly leaving love bites.. his muscular shoulders rippling under his shirt as he reached between her legs, spreading them. His fingertips grazed her pussy lips before curling around her thong. He yanked it off.

She jolted, a loud gasp leaving her lips.

His face came before her, the ring on his thin chain dangling between them, “You’re mine Ara, forever.”

She threw her head back, her head resting on his shoulder while his face dug into the crook of her nape, his lips territorially marking her neck.

His cock pistoned in and out underneath her, his hips smacking into her ass as she sat completely naked over his lap. She was making the most obscene noises, she couldn’t help it. The hand of his that wasn’t gripping her hip was right above her cunt, his fingers working her clit.

“fuckk—toru! toru!!hnnn~” her body arched.

His fingers dug into her hip, his cock slamming into her harder. His finger playing with her clit at a dizzying pressure.

“you feelso fucking good, birthday girl.” he rasped out.

She whined.

He watched her writhe atop of him, her head bouncing on his shoulder with each forceful fuck. Her hair jumped with each thrust of his hips, the dark strands splayed out over his chest, shoulder and neck. Her mouth was wide open. Her tits swinging up and down hypnotically.

The tear stained black mascara trailing down her cheeks made his cock jerk with more stamina. He bit her narrow shoulder.

She yanked at his fluffy white hair, “TORU!!”

“cum ara, cum right fucking now.”

She shook her head wildly. “satoru..please, i can’t-f-fuck.”

His cock hammered into her, she could barely breathe. everything hurt. she swore she could feel his cock head swell within her. his cock was so hard.

She gasped out between fucks, “hnn—can’t, toru. can’t. so big. too big.”

“i know i’m big baby. but your cunny can take it, i know she can.”

She tried to push away his hand at her clit, “i can’t,” she cried, “t’much—“

His hand remained fixed over her navel, instead his fingers picked up the pace. his cock grinding into her cervix, making her cunt let out the most embarrassingly wet sounds she’d ever heard.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “ohhhhhnnnnm~”

Her body burned with pleasure. his cock felt obscenely hot inside her as she felt herself twitch around him. His cock made her feel so deeply full, she wondered if her cunt had finally been stretched to the limit–if he’d finally broken her.

“Ohmygod-my god-nghhh!”

Her body jerked atop him, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Feeling like this shouldn’t be real–all of this-him-couldn’t be real.  she couldn’t take it.

She moaned weakly. her cunt spraying liquids despite him still being inside her—deliriously grinding his cock deeper into her. His cockhead touching her deepest parts.

“Araaaaa~” he sighed brokenly into her ear. She felt like heaven.

Her eyes flitted open as her jerking subsided. She caught sight of herself in the mirror above and froze. The sight caused a cold jolt up her spine.

She looked... slutted out. her eyeshadow, mascara and liner had all blurred together into a seamless smoky eye, minus for the trails of supposedly waterproof mascara running down the corners of her eyes. her lipstick was smudged. her skin was covered in hickeys, including one on her chin. several on her cleavage and tits. Her nipples were surrounded by teeth marks.

His white hair tickled her cheek as he shifted slightly, his cock still inside her. His hot breath traveled down her neck, making her skin tingle. she couldn’t help but notice how large his muscular thighs looked underneath her smooth ones.

Her body jerked once more, an aftermath of her high.

“Good girl.” he praised, giving her clit a small squeeze–making her entire body twitch. She whined as he laughed, his fingers continuing to explore her. He touched the wetness along her pussy lips.

She heard his breath hitch beside her ear, “This pussy is gonna be the death of me.”

Her cunt constricted around his cock and he growled. his fingers suddenly digging deep into her hips, making her yelp.

She tried to grab his wrists and pry his hands off but it was too late.

His cock plunged into her ruthlessly.

She felt his hot, white cum spill into her. spurting along her cramped walls. she felt it travel and dribble out of her cunt, spilling down her inner thighs.

his cum was so warm.

She squeezed her thighs together, which only drew out more cum from his cockhead. she shivered, a low whine leaving her.

“Happy birthday.” he whispered above her.

Her eyes flashed opened only to close a millisecond after when his hips bucked into her again, slowly and deep. fucking his seed back into her.

He hummed as she mewled meekly underneath him. his shoulders flexed.

“You're not even someone i should go to for this.”

“What—why?”

“Cuz you drive hella fast.”

He snapped her seat belt in place for her, “Listen, I’m still a good teacher.”

“Are you?”

“I am.”

“How?”

“I just am.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Love the confidence but seriously, why can’t you just let me have a driving instructor?”

“Cuz i want to teach you, kitten. Isn’t it gonna be so cute when you tell our kids one day-“ he mockingly began to use a kid voice, “ ‘mommy how did you learn how to drive? ‘your daddy taught me—“

She punched him in the shoulder, making him yelp. He immediately cradled his arm, groaning as if she’d brutalized him.

“Can you stop being a dumbass?” she gripped the steering wheel, “Tell me what to do.”

“Get in the back seat.”

Her glare was fierce as he quickly amended, “Okay, okay, pull out this parking spot.”

“Okay.” she pressed the gas pedal only for the car to make a loud ‘vroooom’ sound but not move.

“It’s not moving.” she stated.

He was laughing, “Because you didn’t change the gear.”

“You didn’t tell me that!”

The maid opened the door for them and they walked through. Gojo’s laughter filling the lobby.

He shook his arm around Geto’s shoulders, “Suguruuu, don’t be jealous.”

Geto shouldered him off, “I’m not jealous.”

Ara walked in after them, eyes glued to her phone.

The maid faced them, “Gojo sir, I must inform you your Dad is here. He’s currently in the gardens.”

Gojo’s grin immediately faltered, “He is?”

The maid nodded.

His voice deadpanned, “When did he come?”

“Less than an hour ago, sir.”

“Hmm,” he nodded subtly, “Thanks Macy.”

Macy merely nodded before excusing herself. Ara caught Geto’s tense expression.

Gojo spoke first, “You guys can chill in my room. I won’t be long.”

She stepped up to Gojo, “What’s wrong?”

A small smile found its way to the corner of his lip, “Nothings wrong,” his hand slipped up the side of her face, “Just wasn’t expecting him that’s all.”

She searched his face, “Are you gonna be alright?”

His smile widened, “I’ll be perfect, baby.”

She stared out the window of Gojo’s study. Her hand tightening around the circular windowsill as her eyes raked the expanse of the well kept greenery before deciding it was useless. Wherever they were they wasn’t visible from her vantage point.

She was drawn from thoughts when a loud ‘thunk’ resounded from somewhere behind her.

She turned to see Geto with a book at his feet. He bent over to retrieve it, “Oops.”

She waited a brief moment, watching as he dusted off the cover before flipping it open-skimming the pages.

“Geto.”

He immediately glanced up, his eyes a silent ‘yes?’

“Is his Dad bad?”

He glanced sideways for a moment before asking, “Satoru hasn’t mentioned him?” The question wasn’t mocking, merely inquiring with a calmness that felt almost reassuring.

There was a beat of silence, “No.”

He shut the book in his hand, a light sigh escaping him, “I don’t like him, if that’s what you wanna know. You should let Satoru tell you the whole story though.”

“There’s a story?”

He smiled slightly, “Isn’t there always?”

The bedroom doors swung open, immediately making Ara’s head snap up from the book in her lap. She sat up on the bed just as Gojo entered. If he’d been stressed it was hard to tell because the second his eyes landed on her a wide grin swept across his lips.

He crawled onto the bed, easily crowding her space to kiss her neck before laying his head on her lap.

“Satoru.” She rested her hand on forehead, pushing his hair back, “How was it?”

He sighed, eyes flitting closed, “It was fine. He left—thank god.”

“You don’t like him?”

His eyes fluttered open, examining her. He rarely talked about his family and she wasn’t slow enough to believe that was just a coincidence.

He shook his head. His index finger twirling around a strand of her hair, “He wanted to see you.”

“He knows about me?” she asked, shocked.

His hand went still within her hair, “Everyone knows about you.”

She held his gaze for a moment, “So why didn’t you let him see me?”

She saw the corner of his mouth twitch, “Cuz you don’t like meeting new people.”

“..and?”

“Cuz he doesn’t deserve to yet.” His voice held more of an edge than she expected.

And that look in his eye…she hadn’t seen that on him in a while. It reminded her of when she’d struck him, the first night he had his way with her.

He took her hand from his forehead and slid it down to his cheek, lightly kissing her wrist as he did so.

“Let me explain,” he paused, as if gathering his thoughts–until his brows furrowed and he realized he wasn’t sure where to begin.

He played with her fingers as he spoke, “My Dad has a twin. Identical. But they couldn’t be more different–honestly.” he chuckled quietly.

“How?”

 “I guess my Dad’s more likable–had this quality about him that made people want to listen. While my Uncle.. well, let's say he’s persuasive in his own way.”

He continued, “The point is. They competed with each other a lot-over everything and anything. My Dad thought of their competition as harmless fun but my Unc-not so much. He’ll never admit it though, if you ask him, but everyone knows.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone in my family,” he clarified, before smirking up at her, “It’s gonna be your family too y’know so pay attention.”

She rolled her eyes, “What do you think I’m doing.”

He smiled slightly, “Anywho, Unc should’ve felt like he won this little competition since he was given full reins of the family business but I guess he still held a grudge. Dunno if it’s cuz Dad’s political success or Dad bein’ Gramps favorite–or Mom but-”

He cut himself off, “Right, so my Mom was actually a bet between Dad and Unc. She was Unc’s college crush and for fun they decided to see who could get with her. Dad won her over and they ended up falling in love. They got married but.. my Mom never got used to it-the politician life.”

He went on, “Dad’s career as the Director of National Intelligence was actually very strategic. It was something my Gramps wanted to get his eyes in on cuz oil refinery is more political than you might think, like they're some countries we weren't permitted to source from due to a bad political climate–even though our company is private. It was something Gramps wanted to work around and possibly manipulate—”

Ara blinked, “Wouldn’t that be illegal?”

“Just a little,” he smirked, “It wasn’t just that though, you’d have to ask Gramps the details–except he’s dead, but anyway~”

Ara’s eyes widened as he nonchalantly went on, “The beef between Dad and Unc really hit the fan a few months after Gramps died–which isn’t surprising cuz Gramps was sorta the mediator but.. I guess, it was inevitable.”

Despite his nonchalance she could tell his next words were harder for him to say, “So basically Unc had a business deal going with Israel, worth about $2 billion but since-everything going on politically, socially, you name it-Dad did not want to get involved, especially monetarily. But Unc didn’t agree, he wanted to juice as much money as he could since the US was sending Israel money anyway and he wanted a piece.”

He continued, “Dad knew he would try to see the deal through with or without his call so he started involving himself in the family business to supervise Unc which he was not happy about, so you can imagine they argued–a lot. At the office, at the house, everywhere. Dad ended up kicking Unc outta the house and threatened to hurt him if he came back.”

He sighed, “I didn’t know Dad kicked him out, I wasn’t there for that argument. Instead I was sad that Unc wasn’t coming around anymore cuz we usually hung out a lot. We hung out more than Dad and I did anyway.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t suspect anything when Unc called me to let him in so I did. We talked for a bit, caught up, he gave me a bottle of alcohol to give my Mom. I told him to give it to her himself but he said he wanted it to be a surprise for her and asked me to keep it a secret that he came by.”

She saw something flicker in his expression as he went on, he stopped playing with her fingers.

“Mom wasn’t in a great mental state–she never was, to be honest, not after marrying Dad. She hated the fame, paparazzi, everything that came with it but she tolerated it because she loved Dad. I-” Gojo never stuttered, “I didn’t know that she was an alcoholic because she hid it from me so well. She always acted happy when she was with me. She never wanted me to see her.. down. I didn’t know Unc and Dad helped her through the alcoholism and depression cuz I didn’t even know it was an issue.”

His voice was tight but he quickly recovered, “So I left the bottle on her vanity, just like he asked and she drank it all, breaking her sobriety of six months. Dad found her drunk and they started fighting–I didn’t realize they were arguing about her sobriety, I just thought he was mad she drank in general so I tried to intervene but Mom left the room once I got there. Dad and I ended up arguing but nothin' came of it cuz he basically told me to shut the fuck up and get out of his face.”

His bright blue eyes were somewhat dull as he glanced up at her, “I should tell you my Dad isn’t usually an asshole but when he’s mad he’s a different person. Everything ticks him off. He was.. in this mood for a while and Mom breaking her sobriety didn’t help. She started drinking a lot again and they were just yelling all the time. No one would tell me what was going on, Mom was pushing me away and I blamed Dad for it. It felt like he was mad at everyone for no reason and I wanted him to stop.”

He exhaled, “Unc came by again and I told him everything-about Mom and Dad fighting.. how it was.. getting to me. Unc asked me why they were fighting and I told him I didn’t know. Unc then asked me if Dad was hitting Mom and I realized I wasn’t sure. But the theory made sense because why else would Mom avoid me? She probably didn’t want me to see her bruises or marks and explain that Dad did them.”

“Obviously this theory made 10 year old me extremely upset so Unc’s solution was to give me his gun. He told me the next time I overheard Mom and Dad fighting to wave it around to scare Dad off-”

Ara’s eyes widened, “What–he gave a gun to a kid? What type of solution is that?”

A low, dry laugh left him, “At the time it made sense to me cuz Unc and I used to go hunting together and all that but he also told me Dad kicked him out the estate so I kinda did want to scare him some way cuz he really felt like public enemy 1. It felt like he was tearing the family apart.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “That night…when I was in bed I heard Mom scream–and a shit ton of thrashing. I didn’t think, I grabbed the gun and ran. I saw Dad on top of somebody, throwing punches and I-I didn’t–” he spoke through gritted teeth before exhaling, “I didn’t mean to hit him.”

Her eyebrows skyrocketed, “You shot your Dad?”

“I did. Straight through the head.”

Ara’s jaw dropped, “But wait-but your Dad.. he’s still ali-”

He squeezed her hand, “Listen, listen. I thought he was on top of Mom, beating her but it turns out he was on top of my Uncle. Mom was just in the room, yelling at him to stop because I guess my Uncle just showed up uninvited.”

He stared at her, fingers tightening around hers, “My Dad died that night. I didn’t know what the hell to do. I was freaking out but Unc came up with a plan.”

He closed his eyes, “Unc said he would take the blame. He told us to tell the cops that he snuck into the estate-which he did-and that he tried to hurt Dad but then Dad shot him. Except he would pretend that he was Dad. And that the man who died was Unc.”

She was astounded, “So… your Uncle pretended to be your Dad?”

He nodded, “Yes, and he still is. The world currently thinks my Dad is alive.”

Ara was speechless as he continued, “No one else knows because Unc and Dad are identical twins. Same blood type and-miraculously-same fingerprints, etc.”

She blinked as he sat up beside her, not letting go of her hand.

He looked at her expression with a small knowing smile, “I know you have questions.”

She glanced over at him, “Why did he do that? Did he not want you to face any repercussions?”

He nodded, “I thought he was protecting me but now I know he schemed it all. He manipulated me.”

Ara’s eyes widened, “How do you know?”

“He knew about my mom’s alcoholism and told me to give her a bottle. He sneaks into the estate and causes drama the same night he gives me a gun? A gun with the safety off?” He shakes his head, “It's not a coincidence at all.”

“If he wanted to kill your Dad, why couldn’t he just kill him himself?”

“That would’ve got him nowhere but jail. But making me do it gives him all the leverage. Pretending to be Dad to protect me gives him everything he wants. My mom, Dad’s position-his connections, the family business—all in his lap.”

He laughed dryly to himself, “Well the only thing he didn’t get for long was Mom. She killed herself.”

“What?!” she exclaimed in shock.

“It was two weeks after Dad died. Found her body in the pond by the gardens. She overdosed on prozac.”

“Prozac?” Ara gasped, “the antidepressant?”

He nodded, a small sad smile spreading across his lips, “Ironic isn’t it.”

She was silent for the longest moment, processing it all. She almost couldn’t believe it was real. It felt like the plot of some really dark CEO drama but this was reality. His reality—his life. He’d only been 10 years old. A ten year old murderer.

“I wanted to believe Unc had something to do with her death.. but I know he would never hurt her. He loved her.. She left me on her own.”

Her eyes widened. This was the saddest she’d ever seen him. His eyes glossier than normal, his jaw clenched tight and yet his lips were twisted in a bitter smile.

“I would’ve done anything she asked. We could’ve taken Unc down together but she left me.”

She squeezed his hand, “Toru-“ she murmured.

“Isn’t it funny? I feel like I found out more about her after she died. All her thoughts were in her diary, everything. If she’d just told me when she was alive-I could’ve—“ he shook his head, a shiny tear slipped down his cheek, “I don’t kn-I-“

“Stop.” she pulled him into her chest, “Stop.”

He sagged into her smaller frame, clutching her waist so tight she nearly lost her breath. For the first time in her life, she felt him trembling.

Her small fingers raked through his hair, “You were just a kid. How were you supposed to know everything she was going through? She probably didn’t tell you because she wanted to protect you.”

His arms wrapped around her tighter, “She could’ve protected me by staying alive.”

Her hand went still in his hair, “Don’t you know already, adults are selfish.”

She then realized that maybe that wasn’t the most constructive thing to say.

“I’m sorry, I meant-“

“No, you're right.” his voice was muffled in her sweater, “They are selfish. Everyone is. You have to be in this world.”

He laughed softly to himself, “Eat or be eaten.”

She shook her head, clutching his chin to make him look up, “I don’t know about all that but you have to know that her.. doing that isn’t your fault-“

“Doing what? Killing herself?”

Ara’s mouth opened partially before closing. Then opening again, “Yes.”

He smiled faintly, “You can say it y’know. She killed he-“

She flinched-snapping, “Stop, it’s not a joke.” her hands tightened around his face, “what i-i’m saying is that it’s not your fault. It was her choice. She knew the consequences. You don’t have to agree with her but you have to respect it.”

She cupped his face more gently, “It doesn’t make you any less of a person, it’s what you do now that counts. She’s still watching over you.”

His gaze seemed distant, “She’ll get her justice.”

Ara blinked, “Justice?”

His eyes suddenly sharpened, “My uncle. I still need him. I don’t know how to run the business myself yet.”

Her eyes widened, “What—y-you don’t mean kill him, right?”

Suddenly a wicked grin appeared upon his lips. He leaned close, his lips brushing over hers, “Some things are worse than death, kitten.”

She gently rubbed the face mask across her cheeks. It was a yummy baby pink color and smelled rather delicious. strawberry poundcake. it already made her skin feel cool with one application.

She used the little tool it came with to scoop more product and apply it to her forehead only to flinch when she saw Gojo in the bathroom. he stood with his back to the door, arms crossed. a crooked smile on his lips.

“Hey kitten~”

She shook her head, “I hate you.”

He grinned, making his way towards her, “You love mee.”

He stood behind her, his hands interlaced behind himself. He bent down to kiss her on the head but she moved out of his way.

“Why do you like scaring me?” she grumbled, rubbing in her face mask with a bit more ferocity.

“heh. it’s not my fault you're as unaware as a baby chick.” He held her shoulders and kissed her temple-where her face mask hadn’t been applied yet.

She shoved him off, “toru! my face mask.”

It seemed a bit of the mask had landed on the tip of his nose. he wiped it away with his thumb, looking at it curiously, “mmm, smells yummy.”

She raised a brow as he continued to stare at the blob on his finger and gripped his wrist the second he brought his finger towards his lips.

“Are you stupid? it’s not edible.”

She grabbed a nearby hand towel and hastily wiped it off his finger before tossing the towel somewhere on the counter.

He watched silently as she continued applying the face mask on her face. His eyes glowing with curiosity.

“What’s it supposed to do?”

“Make you poreless.”

He picked up the face mask jar to read the description just as she’d been reaching for some more. She sucked her teeth impatiently.

He slid the jar back to her. He blinked innocently, “Can I use some?”

“No.”

“Whyyyy~”

“Cuz you're already poreless.”

That made him grin. He touched the sides of his face as he leaned towards the mirror, “Am i?”

She rolled her eyes. It was too early for his buffoonery. This was supposed to be self-care sunday. emphasis on self. And she’d told him that, yet here he was.

He leaned against the bathroom counter, facing her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “If you wanted a face mask you could’ve jus asked me.”

Her brows furrowed-confused-only to freeze when she realized. She grimaced, “Your nasty as hell.”

“Oh come on~”

She shoved him as he neared her, “Stop. You're actually annoying me.”

“Araaaa~”

“Stop.”

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll stop. I promise.”

“Promise what.”

“Not to annoy you.”

“Then why are you coming closer to me?”

He tugged her close, resting his chin atop her head. Her small frame easily fitting into his chest.

“Because i wanna be near you ‘kay?”

He kissed the corner of her neck, his hands gently squeezing her shoulders. She sighed.

He stared at her in the mirror as she continued to finish up the last of the face mask. His hands running up and down her arms repeatedly. the action oddly reassuring.

He kissed the top of her head, “Last night was fun right?” he muttered into her hair.

She blushed at the memory, “y-yeah.”

There were two things she found out last night. 1, Haibara knew how to throw a party. 2, never play hide and seek with Gojo. He’d pick the best hiding spot and no one would find you both, leaving you open to your demise at his hands.

Ara couldn’t walk after.

He smirked slightly, “What was your favorite part?”

She thought it over, “hmm probably when Geto shot all those bottles in a row. I didn’t think his aim was that good. oh! and that drink Shoko made, um, what’s it called-“

“Espresso martini.”

“Yes! That was soo good.”

his smirk widened as he nuzzled her head, “You drank a lot of green tea shots too.”

She nodded.

He kissed the crown of her head, “You look so good knocking shots back.”

She reddened, mumbling, “Shut up.”

He squeezed her shoulders once more, “Aren’t you gonna ask me my favorite part?”

She reddened more, “No.”

His arms slipped around her shoulders, squeezing her into him, “Pleaseeee~~~”

“Ah! toru! let go-“

He hugged her tighter.

“aHh! i can’t breathe. fine, fine!”

“Yayyy.” he loosened his hold on her and she smacked his arm.

“You promised not to annoy me.”

“Oopsies,” he grinned while staring at her ass as she bent down to pick up her fallen hair brush.

When she stood up, he placed his hands on her hips. pressing his groin right against her ass. She gasped, freezing the second she felt his erection.

He nipped at her ear, “My favorite part was holding your hips, just like this,” his fingers squeezed her hips, “and watching your ass bounce on my cock in that tiny little closet. Hearing your cute lil whimpers cuz you wanna keep quiet so bad. always so scared of getting caught-“

She faltered forward, her hands flat against the bathroom counter as he began to thrust his hard-on into her. as if his jeans and her towel weren’t in the way.

He nipped at her nape, leaving love bites along her soft skin. as if it wasn’t decorated enough.

“Your pussy gets wet so fast, kitten. everytime i fuck you your pussy makes such slutty sounds. mm-“

She gasped when the tip of his clothed cock rubbed against her bare pussy. It seemed he discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything under her towel. She saw his bright blue eyes go wide in the mirror's reflection before a devious smirk spread across his lips.

Just as she felt his hands tighten over her towel-a millisecond from ripping it off. She shoved him back.

“No!” she held her towel tightly to her chest, “Toru, please. we barely slept all night. I can’t—i can’t go another round.” she begged desperately.

“Aww~” he whined, before slipping his arms around her. Her hands on his chest weakly pushing him back. “Come on.”

“I’m gonna pass out.”

“You won’t.”

“Toru, seriously.” she looked up at him, “How can you even want to get freaky when i have this on my face.”

“You think a little face mask could stop my dick from getting hard?”

His eyes dropped to her lips, “If anything it jus makes me harder.”

Her eyes narrowed.

He pouted, “Next time you want a face mask just ask me ‘kay?”

She shoved him-successfully getting out of his hold this time, “Not happening.”

She began to clear up the bathroom counter, putting her skincare where it belonged. She glanced at him in the mirror’s reflection. she watched him tug at the belt of his pants, adjusting himself.

“C’monnn, mine probably has more natural benefits anyway.”

She looked at him incredulously, “Oh yeah? And what natural benefits would there be?”

He grinned, “my face mask is edible.”

She rolled her eyes, continuing to put stuff away, “Stop talking.”

He leant behind her, speaking in her ear, “Don’t act like you don’t like the taste. You always lick it up like your hungry-“

“Only because you feed it to me.” she spat.

She met his gaze in the reflection. fear immediately blooming in her gut the second she saw the fire in his eyes. 

Before he could move she darted around him, running straight out the bathroom. The second he moved to chase her, the bathroom door slammed shut in his face. He heard it lock from the outside.

“Ara!!” he whined, pushing at the door, “Ara!!”

“Ara.”

“Hm.” she barely looked up from her laptop. She was surprisingly focused for being outdoors. She wasn’t usually the type to study that well outside but something about the calm, breezy air of the estate’s gardens seemed to offer her enough solace to study.

He’d also been studying too but-of course-he finished whatever he had to do before her.

“Why’d you get a new phone?”

She froze, finally glancing up from her macbook to look at him. He was sitting on the fountain’s edge, with a loose black long sleeve and matching pants on.

He took off his sunglasses, letting the sunlight hit his eyes in a way that truly made them seem crystalline. He appeared apathetic but she knew he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t curious. She was just surprised he’d noticed that out of all of her purchases. She hadn’t even shown him the new phone yet. but of course, she wasn't naive enough to believe any of her purchases were unsupervised. whether he was there or not.

He raised a brow at her silence.

“Oh-um-well. I wanted to give it to my dad.”

“Oh!” he then paused before tilting his head, “And how do you plan on giving it to him?”

“I… i haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”

She’d just made the purchase yesterday.

“I can have Ijichi drop it off to his mailb-“

“No, no. It’s okay. I want to give it to him when I’m ready. or I’ll just keep it as a business phone.”

He grinned before singing, “i got two phones one for the plug and one for the load, i got two phones one for the bit—“ (a/n: he's singing 2 phones by kevin gates)

She shook her head, face-palming herself, “Please shut up.”

He threw his arms around her, squeezing her oh so tight before dropping his bags and hoisting her legs around his waist. He supported her with one arm around her ass before beaming up at her.

“We won the game! We won—“

She cupped his face, pressing a short kiss to his lips, “I’m proud of you baby.”

She saw a light flush crawl across his cheeks. His brilliant eyes searching her face, “Yeah?”

She felt his arm tighten around her bum. “Should we celebrate?” he asked, “Let’s travel somewhere, out of the countr-“

“No.”

“-try. Any country. You haven’t been out of America yet right? Let’s-“

“No, Toru, stop.”

He pouted, “C’monn. Don’t be lame. You don’t wanna travel with me?”

“I never said that.”

“Then why?”

“You want to celebrate your high school basketball game win by going out of the country?” she smacked his forehead with her palm, “We have school tomorrow idiot.”

“So? We’ll tell em it was an educational leave.”

“Educational leave?”

“Yeah..” his eyes dropped to her shapely tits in her school uniform, “for anatomy or something.”

She shoved his shoulder, “Yeah, I never want to travel with you.”

“What?!”

“Put me down.”

As she twisted in his hold, her tits inadvertently got in his face and he immediately opened his mouth to playfully bite one of them. She shoved his face back.

“Put me down!”

Geto sighed, shaking his head from behind them, “I hate third wheeling.”

Ara twisted in the sheets. Her eyelids squinting together as she tried to sleep but sleep wasn’t coming to her. It just wasn’t.

She threw the blanket off frustratedly. She adjusted her pillow before lying back against the headboard, half-sitting. She reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand only to frown when she realized the time.

1:07 am

She glanced at the empty spot in bed beside her. She was silent for a long moment before glancing back at her phone to see that she didn’t have any new text messages.

He should’ve been back by now.

She opened youtube on her phone. trying to distract herself.

1:43 am

She opened netflix on her phone. an episode of gossip girl might be fun.

2:35 am

She closed out of netflix, unable to ignore her frustration. She opened her phone app. Her thumb hovering over his contact name.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened, making her jolt.

Gojo entered the barely lit room, immediately shuffling out of his jacket and tossing it onto the couch before making his way towards the bed. She watched him shake his head, droplets of water spraying here and there as if he’d just showered.

He silently removed his phone and wallet from his pocket, quietly setting it down on the nightstand before his striking eyes met hers. His face brightened.

“Oh you're up?”

“Where were you.”

He blinked at the seriousness of her tone.

“Where were you?”

A slow grin spread across his lips, “You worried about me?”

She sat up, “I said, where were you?”

“I was at Geto’s, kitten. I told you I’d be there.”

“Why are you wet?”

He sat down on the bed, “I was in his pool for a bit.” 

He crawled towards her, she leaned back into the headboard.

“Then why do you smell like soap?”

“I showered after. I hate smelling like pool water.”

He leaned over to kiss her on the neck but she stopped him by pressing a hand to his shoulder.

She glared, “You smell like perfume.”

He blinked, “What?”

Her glare intensified, shoving him back.

“Wait-kitten,” he let out a small chuckle, “I don’t smell like perfume.”

“Don’t gaslight me.” she snapped.

His eyes widened at her tone but there was mischief in his gaze, “I’m not.”

“Smell your fucking shirt.”

He held up a corner of his shirt and smelt it. A smile broke out across his face, “Its Shoko’s. She hugged me before I left.”

Just as an insult nearly left her lips, she paused. He was right. She recognized that perfume–it was Shoko’s signature scent.

Her face reddened, “So you can hug girls but I can’t hug guys?”

A sly smirk lit his lips before he crawled on the bed towards her. He grabbed her leg, dragging her underneath him.

“Jealously looks so fucking sexy on you,” his eyes raked her up and down, making her feel devoured simply by that action. he pulled at the thin strap of her nightgown, “especially in this—“

She slapped his hand away, “don’t touch me.”

His hand slipped around her throat, “You think i fucked another girl, hm? Think I fucked her nice and hard and showered at her place?”

She felt her heartbeat fasten, her pulse throbbing in his firm grip. He bent lower above her. The tips of his damp hair scraping her forehead.

“You think another girl can take me like you do? Think another girl’s pussy can wrap around me so tight that I think my dick’s gonna get stuck inside? Think another pussy could squirt back to back like it’s begging to be creamed?”

She turned away, but his hand on her throat tightened. His thumb and index finger rested on her jaw and forced her to look up at him.

“No, Ara. No is the answer.”

He released her neck, sliding his hand down the front of her body. When she writhed, his other hand gripped the hair at the crown of her head in a fist. She gasped.

He cupped her pussy through the thin nightgown. She cried out. He gripped her cunt so tight, she didn’t understand how the entirety of his hand managed to cup it all.

“This is the only pussy i want.”

He yanked her nightgown up to her hips, easily slipping his hand into her underwear. His thumb found her clit and she jerked.

“Toru-!” she mewled.

He began to rub her clit in vigorous circles, “This is the only pussy that drives me insane. Only cunt i wanna ram into again n again, I can nut in you every single second of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

She let out a strangled moan, her back arching as his pace slowed around her clit. He gently pressed the hard nub at a painstakingly slow pace, sending electric currents through her body.

She gasped with each press.

“Look at you, Ara, look at you.” his long white eyelashes fluttered as he looked down at her, a light pink flush across his cheeks.

Her eyes were squinted shut. a yummy pinkish red color on her cheeks. her nightgown was practically see through. She must’ve known because she wore a cloth bra-that barely contained her tits-underneath and matching underwear. He remembered picking that nightgown.

She looked so fucking delicious.

“You don’t even know how sweet your pussy tastes. It can make a sane man mad. It made me mad.”

His fingers gradually picked up the pace over her clit—knowing her weakness. knowing her pleasure.

Her legs trembled. She gripped his shoulders, back arching but he gripped her hair to keep her on the bed.

“torutorutoruTORUUUUUU!!!”

She squirt all over him, her juices flying into the air. wetting his shirt, his jeans, the sheets, everything.

Her body trembled, convulsing as she felt her inner thighs get sticky from her mess. Her pussy throbbing from her release. He always knew how to make her feel so fucking good.

Her eyes fluttered open, breathless, as she looked up at him. He wasn’t smiling but the gleam in his eyes was enough. It was enough to make her feel like nothing but a doll just made for him.

She jerked when she felt his fingers slide into her pussy, feeling up her gummy insides. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, she was already so sensitive.

"Toru..” she gasped out.

He took his fingers out, watching her juice separate on his fingers as he spread them. He seemed lost, as if entranced.

“This… this makes me insane.”

He stuck both fingers in his mouth, cleanly licking her juices off them in one go before lowering himself to her pussy.

She tried to close her legs, “toru—wait!”

He buried his face between her legs, sucking her clit with the entirety of mouth—suctioning her clit perfectly with his tongue. sucking the resistance right outta her.

Her back arched against the bed as she cried out.

“nghhh!! toru-huuu-nghh” she was already so sensitive down there, god please, what is he doing?

He flicked at her clit with his tongue a few times before doing what he ultimately wanted. he lowered his face, burying his tongue into her wet cunt. She was a sopping wet mess down there. one that he couldn’t wait to fuck the sense into.

His tongue slid in and out of her, making her body jerk and tremble with her moans. She grabbed his hair, she couldn’t take it. something about his tongue always felt so fucking different—so fucking good.

She was throwing her head side to side, “toru! toru!! please, please!! enough!!”

He was licking her pussy like a madman. drinking her fucking juice straight from her cunt like he’d been thirsting for it all his life. She couldn’t deal with this. it was too much. 

Her legs shook as his tongue fucked into her, as if trying to taste all of her, all the way to inside of her soul.

She glanced down between her legs. at her hand in his soft white hair, at his eyes—glued to her pussy as if lost in a trance until suddenly, his eyes flickered upto her.

He lightly bit her clit.

She erupted. Her head flung back and her hands gripped his hair so tightly, refusing to let him go anywhere else. pleasure burst through her like a bomb had been ripped inside her body. she couldn’t breathe.

It didn’t help that he was licking up everything that poured out of her at lightspeed. as if he couldn’t let a drop go to waste. as if he had to drink it all to survive. she was already so sensitive now, this was too much—

she gathered as much strength as she could-despite feeling so weak-and managed to push his head back.

“stop, toru. stop.” she spoke in between gasps. she was dizzy from pleasure.

he finally sat up, in between her legs. the lower half of his face wet from her juices. he licked his lips before letting his tongue sweep around his mouth. he then wiped the lower half of his face with his hand, gathering her remaining wetness with it before licking it off his palm.

He didn’t break eye contact with her once. She shivered.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt, easily tossing it off before spreading her legs. She shivered once more, her legs looked so small compared to his large hands on her thighs. compared to his broad shoulders that he was lifting her legs on top of.

His hair was a mess from her fingers and that look in his eyes was anything but innocent. it was depraved.

“You still think i wanna cheat on you?” he asked, his voice cold.

She flinched when she felt his cock head touch her pussy lips.

“C-condom, toru,” she rasped out, her voice barely audible, “Condom.”

He hissed, as if annoyed that she remembered. or maybe at the fact that she was sane enough to.

He reached towards the nightstand, hastily grabbing a condom and tearing it open. He didn’t waste any time putting it on before spreading her legs once again.

He placed his cock atop her navel, looking in satisfaction as the tip of his cock went an inch past her belly button. He felt her shiver sensitively.

He glanced down at her flushed face, her trembling lips and that look in her eyes. that fear mixed with want. He knew she wanted it, no matter how much she denied it. She had to have. That face is begging for it.

He could feel her juices on his balls when he rested his cock on top of her like this. He couldn’t wait to see his cockhead bulge inside her tummy either.

He grabbed her throat, before slamming his cock into her in one brutal thrust. The weak sound that left her made his cock throb with the need to cum. Her eyes rolled into her head and he was grinning like a lunatic before losing all focus when her pussy squeezed the life out of him.

He glanced down at the little bulge in her tummy. groaning as he felt her delicious tiny walls restricting his cockhead. her walls curling around him as if it could suppress him from moving.

He touched the bulge at her tummy, he groaned as he felt his cock twitch. She suddenly grabbed his hand, “Toru, please—please-don’t be rough.”

He grabbed her wrist and pinned it to bed, fucking into her as mercilessly as he wanted. Fuck, her pussy felt so good. so hot. so fucking wet.

She screamed as he spoke into her cheek, “You wouldn’t even know if i fucked another girl would you? You don’t even have my location on, you never asked.”

“nghhh—ngh-ngh!! toru!”

His thrusts were hard, fast and deep.

“You don’t even check my phone as much as I check yours. You barely question me.”

His pace picked up. She screamed. She was going to break.

Her nails dug into his arm, “stop! stop! it hurts—you're gonna break me.”

He gritted his teeth, delivering another round of ruthless thrusts before finally slowing down. Her pulse fluttered rapidly in her throat. she could barely think.

“Maybe I should break you.” he whispered against her lips, he thrusted into her once. letting his cock hit her womb. She cried out.

“Maybe that’ll make you care about me.”

He ground the tip of his cock into her, making her wince.

Her neck arched in his hold, “toru…”

“ah,” his cock twitched as he stared down at her, “You sound so sweet.”

His hand tightened around her throat as he fucked another powerful thrust into her. She yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her.

“Maybe I stayed out later on purpose..”

He pulled out slightly, “Maybe I showered so you could get the wrong idea..”

He pulled out a little more,  “Maybe I sprayed Shoko’s perfume to see if you even noticed.”

He slammed back into her, making her moan. She scratched at his arm while her other hand struggled against his grip on her wrist.

She shook her head back and forth as he began to deliver short fucks with most of his cock inside her. She felt his tip hit her deepest part inside, making her whimper and shake all over.

Her eyes fluttered opened, staring up at his focused expression, “Toru, please, please-“ her voice broke. she felt so full.

“Please what.” he snapped, his pace picking up, “You never get jealous, Ara, ever. Do you know how insane that makes me?”

His hips smacked into her with each thrust, “I get jealous when you talk to another man—when you stand near another man. Even when you look at another man—haah, I must be crazy.”

He was fucking into her ferociously now. Her body shaking from the pressure of his fucks, her body getting buried deeper and deeper into the bed.

She writhed under him, her free hand pulling at his hair, “Toru—please! slow-slow down—nghhhh!”

He let go of her throat to grab her tits. squeezing it hard in his one hand. letting his fingers sink into the entirety of her perky yet soft breast.

He nipped at her throat, “Maybe you know I won’t cheat cuz of how obsessed I am.”

He suddenly squeezed her tit hard making her wince and look down at him. His blue eyes were hazy with lust.

“But i can’t be the only one obsessed.”

She screamed as he fucked her-impossibly-harder. her insides sqlueching with her juices as her cunt tried to keep up with him but in the end she gave out. the last thing she felt was his warm cum spurt inside of her. loads and loads of it, as his cock twitched within her depths.

She sighed at the feeling of her hair being stroked before her eyes opened in a panic.

She was met with Satoru’s big ocean blue eyes staring back at her. He was lying right beside her, facing her while she lay chest-down on the bed.

“How do you feel?”

She moved to shift her legs but winced.

“Achey.”

He smiled slightly, repeating her words, “Achey?”

She nodded.

“You want water?”

She nodded.

He sat up easily, reaching over to grab the glass from the nightstand and offering it to her.

She tried to sit up, only to immediately crumple back at the action. Her face pinched up in pain.

His eyes widened before setting the glass down, “S’okay baby, I got you.”

He propped his pillow up on the headboard and slowly pulled her up against him so that they were half sitting, half lying down.

He then handed her the glass. He watched her attempt to hold it but her hands shook—shook so badly she could barely hold the glass.

He slipped the glass out of her fingers. She sighed weakly, leaning into his shoulder.

“I’m-i’m thirsty.” she whispered.

“I know kitten.” he replied gently before taking a rather large sip of water himself.

He then held her chin and brought her lips to him and let her drink. She drank from him. It was absurd but his hand on her chin made her less shaky. Their lips on each others made her more stable.

He gave her a peck when she finished.

“More?” he asked.

She nodded.

They did it once more, his mouth holding the water for her to drink. Maybe she was in too much of a daze from their sex to even question it but god, water never tasted better.

But it didn’t end there.

Once the water was gone from his mouth it should’ve ended there but he couldn’t seem to let go of her lips. and neither could she. his hand on her chin keeping her lips to his as his tongue sweeped her mouth. a low groan leaving him.

She broke the kiss, breathless. Her hand coming to rest on his chest as she pushed him away slightly.

“Toru.”

His arm slipped around her back, squeezing her hip as if to keep her close. He kissed her along her jaw.

“Just to keep the record straight, I didn’t stay out late on purpose.” he kissed her shoulder, “I did swim and shower and hug Shoko goodbye. I shoulda texted that I was gonna be out later but I didn't expect to, honest.”

She shifted beside him, silently letting him kiss her until he grabbed her chin and made her face him.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” she sighed.

He scanned her before smiling faintly, “I love seeing you worry about me though.”

He reached over to squeeze one of her tits, making her shiver, “It makes me so hard.”

When she felt her nipple harden under his palm she glanced down at herself. Only to freeze when she saw she was naked under the sheets.

She looked over at him in a panic, “Why am I naked?”

He spoke from the crook of her neck, his hand still fondling her tit, “cuz we’re not done yet.”

He began to nip at her neck, she knew they’d be marks but that was the least of her worries. Her gaze dropped down to the tent in the blanket, right where his groin would be.

He suddenly pinched her nipple, making a low weak moan leave her lips.

Ara wandered into one of the living rooms. This one had the best lighting in her opinion, perfect for reading. just as she walked towards the couch she froze.

“Oh!” it was maid Marin, standing on the other side of the room with a vacuum beside her.

“I’m sorry to startle you, Miss.” Marin bowed her head slightly.

Ara waved her hand, “Oh no, you're good!”

“I’ll head on to another room-“

“No please, don’t worry about it.” Just as she turned around to bolt somewhere else, Marin quickly spoke.

“Please, miss, continue as you were. I just finished.”

Ara slowly turned around, belatedly noticing that the floor looked spotless. she’d thought marin was just about to get started.

“oh, um, thank you.”

Ara walked towards the couch, hesitantly getting comfortable on it before flipping through her book trying to find where she’d left off. She’d lost her bookmark for it.

Surprisingly a light laugh left marin, “You don’t have to try make my life easier you know, that’s my job.”

Ara immediately glanced up, confused.

Marin was looking at her rather fondly, “You leave your room the cleanest I’ve ever seen it. Do you put away his clothes as well?”

Ara blinked, belatedly realizing that… she did. but it wasn’t on purpose. It was because Gojo was an actual mess. He was terribly comfortable with tossing his clothes anywhere and misplacing random things after using it—which was the worst because she liked to keep things in a rather meticulous order at times. things had to be in a certain place.

Which was why his hastily tossed aside clothes in random corners of the room would not do. neither would his half-open drawers. or misplaced colognes or-god, i could really go on.

But she supposed the main reason for her minute attention to the room was because it felt ungrateful-it felt ungrateful to leave such a lavish space messy.

“Miss Natsuna?”

She snapped out of her thoughts, “Yes-um-please call me Ara.”

The maid shook her head gently, “That won’t do.”

Ara eyed her as unobtrusively as she could. This was nicest she’d ever seen Marin act with her. The older woman was usually reserved. She usually saw her in passing, as she did with the other maids or workers of the estate. But Marin was the one she interacted with the most and even that was seldom.

“I’d like you to know that I’m grateful. I’m grateful that you're here.”

Ara’s eyes widened.

“Sir gojo was barely home before you moved here but now he is here all the time. He seems so much brighter as well, more lively. He was always energetic since he was a boy but this is different. He’s so happy with you.”

She could tell the woman meant her words. Whether it be because of the care in her voice or the genuineness of her words-all she knew was that this maid really did care about Gojo.

“It’s all his Mother ever wanted for him, for him to be happy.”

Marin offered her a small smile-the first Ara had ever seen.

“I’m happy he met you.” she paused, “Please take good care of him.”

Ara stabbed her sausage with a fork.

“So… Gojo’s birthday is coming up.”

Ara’s eyes flickered upto Millie across from her. “Is it?”

“Yeah!” Millie responded indignantly, “You didn’t know?”

“Of course I know.” she responded, annoyance clear in her tone.

Idiot Haibara wouldn’t shut up about it. He was unnecessarily hype that it would be her first time attending Gojo’s bday bash. Apparently something ‘wild’ happens every year. When she asked him to give an example, she was told to ‘wait and see’ with the most goofiest smile on his face.

As if she couldn’t just ask Gojo herself.

Unfortunately she knew Haibara was right. In the previous years she remembered her fellow peers raving about his birthday parties in the following school days. Whether it be live singer or a yacht party, his bday party was the social event for these airheads.

She supposed she was one of the airheads now herself, since she was dating the biggest one.

“Well what are you gonna give him for his birthday?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. What do you get someone who has everything?” Ara took a frustrated bite out of her sausage.

Millie placed her chin on her hand, “Hmm that’s true.” she squinted as if mulling over a few things but then dismissing them, “Damn, he really does have everything.”

“Thanks for the help.” Ara responded sarcastically before taking another bite from her sausage.

Millie eyed the sausage jealously. She’d devoured hers in two seconds. She loved how the school chef made them—suddenly her eyes widened.

“Wait.”

“What?” Ara asked.

Millie smirked, her eyes glinting with excitement, “He technically doesn’t have everything..”

Ara stepped out of the car feeling like a doll. Even though it was Gojo’s big day he’d rented out an entire spa and massage sesh for her and Millie cuz he could tell she was getting anxious.

Maybe because everyone was hyping Gojo’s birthday party up or maybe because it was the fact so many people were going to be there, her introvert self couldn't take it.

but after everything. hair. nails. makeup. outfit. all put together—& maybe some hits from Millie’s j. She felt more calm-ish.

It was saturday, the night of Gojo’s party even though his actual birthday was tomorrow. It was taking place at the estate. He’d considered throwing it at one of his family’s beach houses but Shoko declined the idea due to the fact that Geto apparently did that last year so they had to keep it different.

Apparently Gojo didn’t host events often at the estate-mainly for security/privacy reasons. His uncle also hated it but-according to him-his Uncle's opinion didn’t really matter.

The last time he’d thrown a birthday bash here was freshman year so he counted it as a full circle moment since they were seniors now. so they had to go all out.

Ijichi closed the car door behind her and handed her her mini bag. “Mis-“ he quickly shook his head, “Ara.”

She raised a brow, “Yes?”

“Y-you look beautiful.”

She smiled shyly, “Thank you, Ijichi.”

Suddenly Millie tapped her shoulder, “C’mon c’mon lets go.”

Music could already be heard from the estate even though it was rather early. She supposed it was never too early to start. The sun was bound to set soon.

Ara glanced back at Millie, who was smiling wide as she took in the view of the estate. The place that had homed Ara for the past few months.

“The fact that you live here… insane.”

Ara shook her head, “I’m nervous.”

Millie rubbed her back, “Don’t worry. don’t worry. No one’s here yet. We have time to chill. besides you know how to party so don’t be a party pooper now.” she teased.

Ara rolled her eyes, “Thanks.”

His friends were in the living room—chilling and smoking. It seemed everyone had gotten the memo to dress nice aka hot.

Shoko passed her cigarette to Toji the second she saw Ara. She ran upto her.

“Hey hey!”

Ara hugged her back.

“When did you get here?” Millie asked.

“Oh, we got here like twenty minutes ago. Where were you guys?”

“Still getting ready.” Ara answered.

“Well, it was worth it because ya’ll look-“ she bit her lower lip, making the dumbest face she’d ever seen.

Millie laughed while Ara shook her head, “Please stop.”

Shoko grinned, “Did you guys have anything to drink yet?”

Millie snapped her fingers, “Nope. Imma need that.”

Shoko gestured towards the table in the center of the living room, “Knock yourself out.”

Millie zipped straight where she pointed. Shoko then turned to her, “What about you?”

Ara was silent for a moment, examining the room. Toji sat on the couch, his feet crossed over another and propped on the coffee table before him. Haibara was on his right, blabbing about something passionately that Toji clearly could give two shits about.

Then there was Nanami sitting on the sofa across from them. He’d gotten a hair cut and-if Ara’s vision wasn’t impaired-he seemed to have filled out a bit. It suited him.

 “Where’s Gojo?”

“Oh him and Geto are upstairs, doing god knows what.” Shoko shook her head.

“Do you know how many people are coming?” she asked.

Shoko blinked, “Um.. no. Let’s just say this entire place is gonna be packed though.” she examined Ara with a raised brow, “What’s with you?”

“Nothing nothing. I’m just.. nervous.”

“What?! Why?”

Ara ran a hand though her perfectly done mermaid waves, “I don’t know.” she sighed.

“There’s got to be something.”

Ara straightened her posture, “I don’t know why.. I just feel this pressure in my-“ she gestured towards her stomach, “I can’t explain it.”

“Your anxious?”

“Yeah.” she sighed.

“You know, I think I know a cure.”

“Let me guess, a drink?”

“Damn,” Shoko grinned, “I'm predictable as hell aren’t I.”

Ara chuckled.

“Okay but listen, this drink is actually called ‘the cure’ and I invented it. All the girls love it, it’s fruity and yummy and it’ll prolly calm your nerves. Let me make it for you.”

“Don’t make it too strong please.”

“Of course, I got you.”

“Uno!” Ara spoke a millisecond earlier than Toji.

His sexy green eyes narrowed but she didn’t miss the subtle curl of humor on his lips, “Ah-fuck you.”

He drew four cards from the pile.

She felt a slight nudge to her left and glanced down to see Nanami outstretching his fist towards her in silent commemoration. She smiled, fist bumping him back.

Nanami had already won the round so now her and Toji were fighting for 2nd place.

“Alright, your turn.” Toji grumbled.

She glanced down at the yellow card with the number 9 at the top of the pile. She bit her cheek to hide her smile before kissing her card and setting it down atop the pile.

A green nine was her last card.

Toji sucked his teeth before tossing his pile of cards on the table.

“This a damn scam.”

“You owe her 10k.” Nanami added monotonously.

He leaned forward in his seat adamantly, “The hell’s she gonna do with 10k? Gojo literally gets her Birkins every other week.”

“Are you jealous of her gifts?” Nanami retorted, “Should she ask Gojo to get you one next?”

“eh?” Toji’s ears turned red, “Hell no.”

Ara held back her laugh while arranging the cards on the table in a neat pile, “A deals a deal-“

Suddenly a hand clasped her shoulder and she looked up to see Millie with a bright smile on her face. She handed her a glass.

Ara hesitantly took it, looking at the pinky orange liquid within it, “What’s this?”

Millie patted her shoulder, “A gift from Dr. Shoko aka the cure.”

oh right. She’d forgotten about that.

Millie glanced over at Nanami, “By the way, she’s looking for you.”

“Where is she?” he asked.

“In the kitchen.”

“Which one?”

Millie’s eyes nearly popped out of her body, “There’s multiple?”

“Yes.” Ara, Nanami and Toji all replied at the same time.

Millie sucked her teeth, “Jesus. Well, it’s the one with the blue marble countertops.”

“East wing.” Nanami muttered under his breath before getting up and leaving.

Millie quickly took his seat and held out her glass of the same drink.

“Cheers?” she asked Ara.

Ara could already tell by the glassy look in Millie’s eyes that the girl had clearly got a head start with the drinks.

Ara sucked in deep breath, “We don’t need a chaser?”

Toji snorted, “For Shoko’s cure? Hell no. Shits sweet as hell.”

Millie rolled her eyes, “We get it, tough guy.”

He grinned at her.

Millie ignored him, facing Ara, “Nope you barely taste the alc in this, for real.” she held her glass up, “C’mon, c’mon.”

Ara held out her glass, a satisfying ‘clink!’ resounding from their glasses once they touched. They then linked arms and tilted their heads back, downing the drink in one go.

They set the glasses down in a fit of giggles.

Ara lightly dabbed at the corner of her lip with her fingertips, making sure none of it spilled or messed up her lipstick.

“That just tastes like juice.” Ara noted.

“Told ya.” Toji replied.

If Ara had been nervous before, she barely remembered what that felt like now. What had she even been worried about? people? ha. She barely noticed when the house began to gradually fill up.

The music was all she could focus on. It felt like it was connected to her veins. pumping through her body with each soundwave that blasted from the speakers.

She was dancing, moving her hips in ways she didn’t even know was possible. Millie wouldn’t stop laughing and it seems her laugh was too contagious cuz Ara couldn’t stop laughing either.

But suddenly, the song changed and she saw Millie’s face turn serious. She grabbed Ara’s hand, leading her somewhere.

Millie climbed atop the pool table and pulled her up. She started yelling the lyrics, Ara handed her a pool stick as if it was a mic.

The surrounding people turned around, staring up at them and the next thing she knew people started to sing along, some people even started jumping. A few girls climbed on top of the pool table to join them as well.

Millie tossed the pool stick somewhere and started to dance with her. Ara only knew the chorus of the song so the second it started to play they both started pointing at each other and singing. (a/n: song is okay - by JT)

“I’m pretty than a motherfucker, hoes be lookin’ okay.”

“She think that she fuckin’ with me, is this bitch okay?”

“He said he ain’t fuckin’ round, i look at him like, okay?”

“I used to be down bad but now a bitch okay.”

Millie nearly tripped and Ara grabbed her shoulders, catching her just in time. They both gasped, staring at each other with wide eyes.

They both burst out laughing. In the midst of their laughter, they didn’t notice people cheering and making way for a certain individual.

No one other than the birthday boy himself, Gojo.

He stood a little distance away from the pool table, dapping a few people up as he passed before crossing his arms when he spotted her. A wide grin on his lips.

His vibrant eyes looked her up and down, before chewing at his lower lip and sighing.

She was wearing his favorite color on her. red—blood red. It looked so fucking good. Her dress hugged her waist so tight, those thin straps were barely holding in her yummy tits. He swore her skin glittered under the lights-and her hair, it looked so silky and wavy, swaying with each roll of her hips. She had to be a siren.

The thought of running his hands through those locks and wrapping it around his fist before spreading her glowy little legs. He wondered if her back was just as sparkly—haah. I need to calm down.

To say he was pent up wouldn’t cover it. He’d felt so utterly betrayed when she suggested that they hold off on sex before his birthday, just so he could cherish it more.

She’d suggested that he hold off for a week. Impossible. They broke that a day in. She should know he always cherished whenever they fucked. He never ran out of stamina with her and she knew it. He felt like this break was more for her than anything.

In the end he ended up only managing to hold out for two days, today being day two. He didn’t like it—not having her. Discipline wasn’t in his nature when it came to her. but-god-with the way she looked right now… mmm she better not expect to sleep tonight.

He felt an elbow jab his ribs and remembered himself. He glanced over at Geto.

“Get your shit together.”

Gojo grinned, uncrossing his arms to run a hand over his mouth, “I’m trying.”

Geto tilted his head, “Are you?”

“Gimme a sec.”

He deftly made his way towards her, standing in front of the pool table, right where she was. How distracted are you kitten? She barely looked away from Millie as they danced, enjoying the song to its fullest.

She looked so good, singing the words-word for word-fuck he was too impatient to wait. He wanted her eyes on him. She hadn’t even greeted him when she came back to the estate after getting dolled up all day.

His hand slid up her calf, immediately drawing her attention. She glanced down, her eyes instantly brightening.

The spark that ran up his spine was incomparable.

He stared up at her with a boyish grin, his hand sliding up along the back of her thigh and she leaned into him, placing her hand on his shoulder. He easily held her waist and placed her down in front of him.

He hummed, pressing her body to his by sliding his hands down her waist to her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard.

A small, sexy little yelp left her lips and he exhaled silently. She stared up at him, her hands on his chest, “Toru..” he heard the reproach in her tone until her gaze dropped to his lips.

She shook her head but he quickly cupped one side of her face. “Your lipstick..”

She smiled softly. Right. She’d gotten mad at him about that before. She tilted her head up, fully pressing her chest against his, “It’s waterproof.”

His lips crashed to hers, nearly swallowing her lips whole. The music silencing their sloppy, desperate sounds. Her hands grasped at his forearms and his hands squeezed her pretty waist. He could taste the alc on her tongue, it tasted fruity, sweet—

Her nails dug into his skin, pushing herself back.

“Toru..” she whined, resting her head on his chest.

He ran a hand down her hair before pressing his lips to the crown of her head. God, she’s so damn cute.

“Everytime I look at you I feel so lucky.” he muttered into her hair.

His hands found her hips, squeezing lightly as he looked down at her, “Do you know how good you look right now?”

She looked up at him, “I do.” she pressed her stomach to his groin to prove her point. His eyes widened. The action made his cock throb—painfully so. He’d been hard as a rock the second his eyes landed on her.

He grinned, “You wanna do something about it?”

She tilted her head, giving him a look.

“Fine, fine~” he pressed his forehead to hers, running a hand down her hair only to grasp her nape to drag her close. His lips at her ear, “You can’t drink too much.”

He felt her hands on his chest waver, “I won’t.”

“You promise?”

She slipped her hands around his neck, pulling back to nudge her nose against his, “I promise.”

He introduced her to a ton of people. She couldn’t possibly remember them all-but to her shock, Gojo was friends with so many nepobabies, celebrities and LA influencers, it was incredulous. She couldn’t believe they’ve never talked about it before.

She never thought in her life she would ever meet these people. and the fact that some of their classmates were talking to these celebrities as if they were friends… as if they’ve met them before. She couldn’t believe it.

Like genuinely in what world did Gojo know David Beckham’s son, Romeo? or Monica Bellucci’s daughter?

She’d done her best to remain as calm as possible whenever Gojo introduced her to these people. He loved saying it—“this my girlfriend, Ara.”

She was almost sick of hearing it so many times but she knew he ate it up. The little smile he gave her whenever he said it, he loved claiming her like this.

His arm was on her back, his hand resting low on her hip as he spoke to an actual prince-Prince Nikolai of Denmark to be exact. Then randomly, Vinnie Hacker joined their conversation. She felt like she was watching the mogging olympics. She couldn’t even focus on the conversation, merely laying her head on Gojo as she stared up at them talking.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm, prying her away from Gojo. She glanced over to see Shoko, “Come here.”

Gojo’s hand loosened on her hip, letting Shoko take her as he continued to converse. Ara slipped away, letting Shoko lead her to the corner of the room.

“How are you feeling?”

Ara slow blinked, “Um… I feel good.” The realization made a small smile spread across her lips.

“Really?” Shoko inquired, before running a hand through her hair, “Thank god.”

She tilted her head, “Why?”

“Because Millie came up to me and I don’t know if she was joking or not but she said she put ecstasy in your drink.”

Ara froze.

Shoko went on, “She said she only put a little-to ease your nerves or something but, still. I was hoping you knew… did she tell you?”

Ara answered with a simple, “Nope.”

“Oh god. Are you sure you're okay?”

She gave her a thumbs up.

Shoko raked a hand through her short hair again, “Are you sure?”

She grabbed Shoko’s arms, “I promise i’m okay, stop worryingg.”

Shoko stared at her smile for a second before nodding, “Alright, alright.”

Shoko reached out to fix one of Ara’s necklaces, “Isn’t your friend.. a little sus? Why would she not tell you that.”

Ara shrugged, high out of her mind, “Dunno, maybe she told me and I forgot.”

That was a lie. Ara would remember something like that.

Shoko shook her head, smiling slightly, “You’re a mess.”

Suddenly Mina showed up in all her blonde haired glory. Ara swore those big loose waves belonged in a Victoria Secret show. Mina grabbed ahold of both of their wrists.

She wriggled her brows, “Lets dance.”

Ara was on the rooftop, dancing with girls she didn’t even know. Shoko knew them though.

It threw her off when some of the girls recognized her as Gojo’s girlfriend. She wondered if it had to do with Gojo’s socials. She didn’t really use social media much herself but she’d advised him against posting her too much. She wondered if he’d listened.

The breeze on the rooftop was perfect along with the sunset. The multicolored sky looked like something straight out of a landscape painting.

She walked away from the dancing girls, telling them she was going to get a drink but in reality she needed a break. She wandered to the farthest lounging chair and laid down.

She lay on her side, one leg over the other as she stared at the sky, letting the music and breeze waft over her.

She felt surreal. She didn’t want to ever stop feeling like this.

Suddenly she heard a familiar voice nearby, “Ara?”

She glanced over to see Geto hovering nearby. He bent down slightly, “Are you okay?”

She smiled a bit, “I’m great.”

“Yeah?” he sat on the seat beside her, sighing.

“Mhm, what about you?”

He scratched his brow with his thumb, “Fine, a bit… tired. Maybe I’m not drunk enough.”

She laughed lightly, “Maybe.”

“You drink enough?”

She nodded.

He set his drink down to light a cigarette. He offered her one but she shook her head. She watched him take a puff. The smokey air billowing upwards was the most interesting thing to watch.

She laid down more comfortably, adjusting her arm underneath her head. She stared at him. His black hair looked nice down. It ended a little past his shoulders. She was so used to seeing it up in a man bun that she didn’t realize how long his hair actually was.

She followed his gaze. He was looking at a girl, near their age. She swore she might’ve seen that girl on pinterest or something. Regardless, the girl was gorgeous.

“You should talk to her.” Ara suggested lightly.

His eyebrows raised slightly, “Oh no-no, she’s my friend. I’ve known her since i was little.”

She watched him lean back in his seat, raising his glass to his lips to take a sip. He gazed over the crowd uninterestedly.

“Why don’t you talk to any girls?”

He nearly spit his drink, “What?”

“I just..” her brows furrowed slightly, “I just realized I’ve never seen you talk to a girl at a party. like talk talk.”

He held her gaze for a moment, expression shocked before he hunched over in his seat, looking away.

“I’m not really good at talking to girls.”

She could see the tips of his ears reddening as he admitted this.

“No way.” she gasped out.

His eyes immediately flickered to her, “What?”

“So Gojo wasn’t lying? You’re a virgin?”

She watched color swiftly bloom along his cheeks, “He told you that?”

"I honestly don’t think that’s bad. I don’t see the big deal about losing your v card by a certain age or whatever. It’s just unnecessary pressure. I was a virgin-“ she cut herself off, suddenly thinking over her words.

“Um-“ she felt her face go warm, “-until-uh-“

He couldn’t seem to make eye contact, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

She sat up, crossing one leg over the other. She adjusted the end of her mini dress.

“Anyway,” she muttered, “I don’t see the big deal. I just hope you lose it with someone you love.”

Her eyes widened as she processed her words. She felt Geto’s eyes boring into her.

“So you love him?”

She glanced over at him, unable to read his blank expression.

He offered her a small smile, “He’s been waiting to hear you say it, y’know.”

“He hasn’t said it.”

"He said he did.”

She blinked, belatedly remembering that he has. In fact, he’s said it multiple times-but he never pressured her to say it back.

Faint confusion etched her features, “He wants to hear me say it?”

“Who wouldn’t.”

Fireworks sparked across the sky. the air was foggy with smoke. the scent of alcohol, sweat and expensive colognes and perfumes everywhere.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO SATORU!!!!” Haibara yelled atop his lungs into the mic after his spiel-that she could barely concentrate on-and countdown.

Gojo was laughing beside her, she playfully shoved him away. He shot her the handsomest smile as he stumbled backwards. He then faced the balcony, sharing his smile to the people below.

He easily climbed atop the balcony railing, standing on the ledge with just his two feet.

She felt like she was watching him in slow motion when he slipped off his shirt. His built upper body visible to everyone. His protruding biceps, compact abs. The pool water somehow reflecting across his body, creating lines of light blue waves along his skin.

He shook his head, moving his floppy white hair out of his eyes before he blew a kiss to his fans by the pool below. He tugged at the belt of his jeans, grinning down as the party goers hooted and hollered. chanting his name.

She stared at him, looking at the shit eating grin on his face. She hated how attractive the expression was.

He tossed his Jean Paul Gaultier sunglasses off before jumping off the railing.

She watched in astonishment as he managed to curl into a ball and roll in the air a couple times before landing smack center in the pool. She swore she felt water droplets from where she stood on the rooftop.

She was gaping until his head emerged from the pool. He shook his hair out like a dog, laughing in his boisterous airy way. Several people jumped into the pool, his friends swarmed him.

She shook her head, glancing away when she felt something poke her arm. it was Arden, one of Shoko’s friends. When Ara glanced down she realized what had been poking her was the straw of a multi-colored fruity looking drink.

“It’s yours.” Arden offered.

“I think I’m good—“

“Drink.”

Ara snatched it out of her hand and chugged it down.

She laughed, shoving Millie back, “What the hell is with you?!”

Millie countered, “You feel better though, don’t you? don’t you?”

She paused before answering, “.. I do.”

They both made eye contact before breaking down in a fit of giggles.

She burst into one of the guest rooms to find a group of boys and girls hovered over in a loose circle. Her gaze then dropped to the tray between them and the lines of white powder on it.

“Ooops, my bad.”

She quickly slammed the door shut. Her hand still on the handle as she kept her back to the door, standing in complete shock.

“What is it?”

Toji stood in front of her.

He gestured with a tilt of his chin towards the door behind her, “What’s in there?”

“You like coke?”

“Maybe.”

She let go of the door handle, “It’s all yours.”

Just as she walked around him, he grasped her wrist.

She raised a brow as she looked up at him.

“You took a line?” an undercurrent of shock and curiosity in his voice.

“Pft no.”

His eyes narrowed, a subtle grin on his lips, “Liar.”

She tried to tug her wrist away, “I didn’t.”

He let her wrist go, “You definitely took somethin’ ” he leaned in, “Your pupils are big.”

She touched her cheek, “They are?” she tried to recall reading about physical symptoms for MDMA use but couldn’t remember anything.

“Mhm.” he leaned back, “What’d you take?”

“Ecstasy… Millie said she crushed up a bit and put it in my drink. She said it would help me relax and it did.. but..”

“But?”

She met his gaze, “She told me she only put a little.”

The corner of his lip curled ever so slightly, “I hope she did, for your sake.”

“Am I going to black out?”

He looked her up and down, “You don’t look like it. How do you feel?”

“I feel fine.. I feel like everything feels better.”

He smirked, “I bet.”

“Do you think i’m gonna be able to stay up all night?”

Confusion flickered across his features, “Why…” a millisecond later realization made his thin brows instantly shoot up, a sly grin on his lips.

“Never mind.” she quickly spat out.

“You’re a good girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Ara stood in the kitchen, scarfing down a slice of cake. It was delicious. The frosting was the best texture on the entire planet. holy grail.

The cake was a cute faded pastel blue color, the inside was made of three layers-moist chocolate cake, fluffy chocolate mousse and chocolate ganache. She wasn’t even that much of chocolate person but this tasted heavenly.

“dish is amazhing.” Some girl beside her spoke through her chewing. Ara had never met this girl before.

“It- yes.” she agreed.

The floor pulsed with the bass of each word, each beat drop. Her heart pulsed along with it.

She was jumping so much her legs were sore. She danced with her hands on Millie’s shoulders. Millie? yes, Millie.

Millie was dancing too. Her curls had loosened and appeared more mermaid-like than tightly curled. She looked like a doll.

Millie grabbed her hands and spun around with her. There were so many cheers, so many voices. Everyone was so loud.

People danced in front of them, behind them. They somehow got tugged into a circle, hooting and hollering as girls and boys alike took the center space to dance. Some people were recording. Ara swore she’d seen some of the faces around her on tik tok or youtube.

Ara’s mouth dropped open when she watched a few girls slide into the center of the circle, showing off their moves in their skimpy outfits. Goddamn, they know how to dance.

She’d never seen so many people having so much fun at once. It almost felt like one of those antidepressant ads in real life–except it was real life.

Millie touched her cheek, “dance! dance! dance!” her voice echoed in her ears.

Was music always this beautiful?

She felt hands on her waist and opened her eyes. It was dark, the sporadic neon flashes the only source of light but she could recognize the man in front of her anywhere.

His skin was poreless, smooth. Her hands touched his familiar abs.

His hand was in her hair, his other hand on her ass—keeping her groin against his. He was hard.

The neon lights flashed over his eyes and she swore they glittered—brighter than uncut diamonds.

His lips were on her neck, his lips were on her lips. his hand tugged her nape closer. His cock throbbed through his jeans, against the thin material of her dress.

She couldn’t stop his lips from moving over her own. She felt like she was gonna disappear in him and-oh she wanted to. yes she wanted to.

Her body needed something and he knew exactly what. She felt it in his hold, in the pressure of his lips against hers. She couldn’t think.

He pulled her legs up around his waist and she knew the party was behind them.

a/n: fic continued in chapter 5 [ part 4 ] !!!!!

[hayakawalove]

Innocence Lost (Chapter One)

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Summary: After a messy situationship, you and a friend decide to start fresh with a girls night. You meet a mysterious man at the bar who instantly charms you. Toru Oikawa. After an unforgettable night, you find yourself falling for him, without knowing who he really is.

A/N: I'm so excited for this fic! I wanted to try a new way of writing, and it turned out way better than I was expecting. I've never written anything like this, so please be patient with me. I really hope you enjoy! I would love to know how you're feeling after you read it!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Brief Mention of Cheating (not between Oikawa and Reader), Assassin AU, Post Time Skip, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 12,408

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The smell from the dinner you made is permeating in the house, while your nails tap the glossy wood on your kitchen table. You were getting impatient. Of course he was late again. It shouldn’t shock you, and it didn’t, not really anyway. This was the third time this week that he came home later than expected. He promised you he would be home two hours ago. You try to tell yourself that it isn’t a big deal, but that makes it hurt even more somehow. 

Why does it even hurt? It’s not like he belongs to you in the first place. 

All he is is your best friend and roommate, nothing more. Even if the two of you have crossed the line together multiple times. 

The lock from the front door clicks, and you suppress a shudder. You can hear his fingers grab the door handle before easing it open, as if he could maybe sneak by you if he tried hard enough. It was a little bit insulting, if you were being honest with yourself. You were tired of a lot of things, you were tired of waiting up for him even though part of you knew he wouldn’t show, you were tired of acting like everything was fine, but above all else you were tired of being made out to be stupid. 

Your best friend carefully tiptoes through the threshold of your front door, his teeth tightly clenched as he attempts to be as quiet as a mouse. He slips his shoes off one at a time, nudging the priceless black John Knobbs to the side, next to your much less expensive naturalizer flats. His keys are clenched tightly in his fist, preventing the metal from clanging against each other. You can hear the sound of fabric rustling as he shrugs off his black jacket, placing it on the corner of the couch before he makes his way further inside. 

You, the ever observant tabby, lift your chin up as you prepare for an argument. 

“Welcome home, I’m glad you could finally join me.” You say, venom laced in your words hinting at the fact you weren’t really glad. 

You play the part of a spiteful girlfriend, even though you aren’t even at that status yet. 

“Oh- uh, hey.” He looks startled as he glances around, gaze flicking back and forth between you and the dinner that was much too cold now. 

It’s awkward. An uncomfortable silence settles over the two of you. Who would break it first? The expression on his face shows that he knows he’s been caught, he knows he’s in trouble. Disappointment laces your features as you keep your eyes trained on him. 

“It’s late, Atsumu.” 

“Uh- yeah, sorry I got caught up at the office again.”

You look down and notice the first button on his shirt is undone, and there’s a smear of what looks like red lipstick stained on his collar. You don’t wear red lipstick. 

“You smell like alcohol.” 

And he did. There was a distinct smell floating over to you now that he was only a couple of feet away. Your eyes were beginning to water, and you were unsure if it was due to the pungent scent or for some other reason. 

“Some of the guys brought some drinks while we finished up.” 

You almost appreciate the persistence of his lies, if it didn’t make you so furious. You hum and turn your head back towards the spread of food in front of you. Steak, green beans, and noodles that were once appetizing were now cold to the touch. It was making your stomach sour. The meal had taken you hours to make, you were excited to share it with him. Maybe you were a fool. 

Atsumu shuffles in his spot, you can tell he wants a way out of the situation. It wasn’t always like this. This is a new development. The two of you had been best friends since childhood. You were such good friends that you decided to move in together during adulthood. You knew each other more than the back of your hands. Over the past year, the lines blurred. It’s hard to remember who even made the first move. It was probably him, but it could have just as easily been you. Once it started, it was impossible to stop. The two of you were so intertwined that it was almost inevitable. The only issue is that you weren’t ‘official’. No matter how much it felt like you were. You aren’t even sure why you weren’t. Maybe it was a carefully concocted plan on his side. If he wasn’t official with you, he could still see other girls. Even if it felt like you were special. 

And what’s worse, he treated you like a girlfriend. He was kind, bought you gifts, made you laugh. You couldn’t pinpoint when things became ugly. When he became unhappy with your arrangement. Somewhere along the way he stopped calling you beautiful, stopped holding you at night, stopped caring. 

You dig your teeth in your lip as you stare at the plate. Your eyes are watering even more now, your sight nearly blind due to the salt water that dripped from your lids. Atsumu slides closer until he sits across from you, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. All he does is watch, watch as you fall apart in front of him. 

It doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t betraying you. There was never a promise to break in the first place. Yet still, you feel the sharp tip of a blade stab your heart. 

The old Atsumu could’ve never done this. He would’ve never hurt you in this way, you’re positive. The old Atsumu hated to see you cry. It broke his heart. His warm arms would envelop your body and he’d apologize, apologize until his throat was sore, not that it was ever his fault in the first place. The new Atsumu just sat across from you, watching as tears poured down your face. You wonder if he feels bad. Part of you hoped he would. 

Why did he string you along, make you feel as though you belonged to him? Like he belonged to you? Was it for the sex? You would have liked to believe he wasn’t so shallow, but you aren’t so sure anymore. 

You remain quiet, refusing to make any noise in case it might show how actually hurt you are. Salt water slides down your cheeks, and you can taste the remnants of it on your lips. It tastes like betrayal. 

How could he do this to you? 

Did you cause it?

He was supposed to be your best friend. How could he hurt you like this? 

Should your little arrangement never have started in the first place? Maybe your other friends were right when they told you not to stir the pot of your relationship. 

All at once insecurity grabs ahold of you, its deep claws sinking into your tender flesh. It reminds you of all the times you could’ve been better, of all the times you might have done something wrong. You peer up at him with wide eyes, hoping for some comfort, because even now you still look towards him for love. 

Atsumu has a blank stare on his face. No longer awkward, as if he’s accepted his fate. Maybe he’s relieved that he won’t have to keep lying. He looks into your eyes, and you almost wish he would have looked away in shame. His eyes are hollow. How could a gaze that used to be filled with so much love turn into something so heartless? 

“What even are we?” Your voice is shaky as it comes out. 

You don't know the answer to that. Best friends, sure, but you’re more than that. Best friends don’t know how each other's skin feels at night. 

“Friends.” 

How could such a beautiful word cause so much pain? 

“Atsumu.” You begin. 

He licks his lips and looks away. 

“You know that’s not true.” You murmur. 

“We aren’t dating.” 

“We may as well be!” You argue. “What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to feel?” 

What an ugly mess. 

“I don’t belong to you.” 

His answer is resolute, as if he’s been thinking it this entire time. It hurts because it’s true. A strangled sob racks your body and you shift your hands beneath the table to claw at your legs. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, desperate for something to ground you. Was he really doing this to you? 

If you knew this is how it would end, you wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with him in the first place. Maybe it really was your fault. 

“Atsumu,” you begin, unsure what you were even going to say next. 

He finally looks away from you before standing up, shoving the chair back. He had the audacity to look slightly angry. Why? Why was he angry? What did you do to him? Atsumu steps away from the table to unbutton his shirt while walking towards his bedroom. The same one you’ve shared countless nights together in. 

That’s it then. The conversation was over. 

You feel safe enough now in his absence to finally start crying, echoes of your despair rattling throughout the apartment. You feel awful, and you feel awful for even feeling awful. He’s been treating you like shit for a long time now, you know that, but you can’t help but to cling to the past; memories of your old love plaguing your mind. 

You sob until your body becomes sore. Your throat is hoarse and your eyes burn. There’s no energy in your body to do anything else. You pull yourself up to your feet, and will yourself to walk to your bedroom. You hadn’t slept in there in ages. The food would just have to wait until tomorrow. You can’t fathom the idea of trying to put it away now. 

The bed is cold and empty when you flop onto it. Atsumu isn’t laying beside you, the bed feeling larger than it ever had before. Your bedroom door is open and you can see light leaking through the hallway from his room, you think Atsumu must be in there doing something. You don’t know what. 

Even now, under the safety of your covers you’re reminded of him. The sweater you wore was his. His cologne clings to the clothing like a sick reminder. You wonder how long it will stick. 

When you wake up in the morning Atsumu isn’t beside you. Why would he be? Last night felt like a dream, some kind of nightmare. You know it wasn’t though, because the two of you didn’t sleep next to each other. He slept in his bed (if he stayed here at all), and you slept in yours, just like how you did before this whole thing started. You feel like your body is full of lead as you sit up, your cheeks sticky from all the crying you did. Your eyes are puffy, you don’t even have to look in a mirror to know that. All you want to do is rot away in bed. But you can’t. Not when there’s a table full of spoiled food waiting for you. 

The process of cleaning the kitchen up takes longer than it normally would have, if not for your mental state. It’s sad how you have to force yourself to move, force yourself to be productive. As soon as you finish, you notice a notification on your phone. Not from Atsumu. 

Ikumi: Hey, free tonight? Wanna party?

You bite your cheek and slowly type out a quick response. 

You: you were right about Atsumu 

Ikumi has been your friend for almost two decades. Even longer than you and Atsumu had been friends. She’s been with you through thick and thin. You tended to be a bit more reserved, but she was the opposite. Carefree and happy. You wish you were more like her, maybe then Atsumu wouldn’t have strung you along. 

Ikumi: what?! I’m coming over

You: please don’t 

The mere thought of seeing another person made your head hurt. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Ikumi never liked Atsumu, so you were unsure how effective her comforting words would be. 

Your screen lights up with an incoming call and you can’t even pretend to act surprised. Of course she was going to call. You take a long deep breath and click the green answer button before turning her on speaker. 

To her credit, she listens patiently the entire time. There are no ‘I knew it’s, or ‘I told you he was bad for you’s. Just quiet humming as she lets you get it all out. After you’re done telling her everything, all the way from the dinner to the lipstick, you feel a tiny bit better. It felt nice to get it all out, but there still was a pain deep inside your heart. 

She offers to come over but you decline it once more, telling her that you really just want to be left alone. Ikumi doesn’t push the subject and instead tells you to call her if you ever need anything. It feels nice to be loved. 

You don’t know how long you spend alone. Every day has been much of the same, staying in bed as memories flick through your head. Atsumu had left the day after your fight, most likely going to stay with family. You haven’t showered in a week and all you’ve had to eat were frozen things. You were running low on supplies, but you dreaded the idea of having to go in public. 

Ikumi has given you space, which you were grateful for. Although now you’re starting to desire human connection, but you aren’t even sure what you want. Maybe she could come over and the two of you could just watch something? 

Just as you begin to ponder, you get an incoming call from the woman herself. 

“How are you feeling?” She asks, concern in her voice. 

“Still like shit.” You respond, because it's the truth. 

“I know what you need. We need to go out for the night, what do you think?” 

You internally groan and cover your eyes with your arm. Being in public sounded awful right now. You couldn’t stand to be around judgy eyes and strangers. 

“I don’t know Ikumi-“ 

“No, no! Come on, it’ll be fun. We haven’t been out in such a long time, it’ll just be you and me.” 

Well, she wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

You wander to your closet with her still on speaker in your right hand. As you look between your clothes, you feel your stomach tug. The last time you changed was right after the fight with Atsumu. God, you were a mess. 

“Just wear something sexy, I’ll come pick you up in two hours, okay?” 

Would that even be enough time to clean yourself up? It would have to be. Ikumi would drag your ass out even if you weren’t ready. You mutter a ‘goodbye’ before hanging up, tossing your phone on your bed to begin flipping through your clothes. You hadn’t dressed up in a long time. There were several dresses in the back of your closet, you were unsure if they would even fit. You let each individual clothing piece slip through your hands as you push each item to the side. You land on your favorite black dress from years back when. The fabric feels foreign beneath your fingertips. You tug it out and hold it in front of you, your eyes trailing down the outfit. It was sexy. 

One long shower later and you almost feel refreshed. The scalding water washed away some of your pain. You look like a completely different person when you step out. Your makeup and hair take just as long as your shower did (45 minutes). It’s hard to figure out what to settle for, so you just pick something simple. You leave your hair down and decide on a natural look for makeup. To your surprise, your dress still fits. It’s a bit tighter than you remember it being, but then again maybe it was supposed to be like that. It did make your boobs and ass look great. 

It’s a simple black dress, stopping mid thigh to show off your legs. You feel a bit exposed in the outfit, but the longer you look the more it builds your confidence. You had felt self conscious this past week for obvious reasons, but your shoulders were starting to feel lighter now that you were taking another look at yourself. 

Ikumi calls when she pulls up to your apartment. There’s a mixture of fear and anticipation crawling inside your stomach, fighting over each other. You were going to have a good night, you tell yourself. You don’t know if you believe it or not. 

Ikumi’s car is nice. There are expensive leather seats and an air freshener between her vents making the car smell like lilacs. It fits her. The outside was jet black, but the second you stepped into the car you were greeted with heaps of pink. The splash of color makes you feel just a tiny bit better. Ikumi sends a quick glance your way to acknowledge your presence, with a soft smile on her lips. She’s treading lightly, you can tell. She knows things aren’t completely back to normal yet, so she doesn’t want to push too much. 

“You look wonderful.” She says. 

“So do you.”

Ikumi is wearing a skin tight dress, purple fabric covering her figure. Her cleavage was out, so much so you feel a bit bad for staring. Her long brown hair is curled, hugging her shoulders as she waits for you to buckle up. 

The ride to the bar was nice. Ikumi rolled down her windows to let in the fresh air, and the feeling of it whipping your face left you feeling renewed. Lights from the city flash by, brightening up the entire car. There’s pop music playing on her radio, the vocals relaxing you.

The second she slows the car down, you know you’ve arrived. It’s a bar you’ve frequented more than several times before, often enough that you know the bartender by name. Saeko. A brazen woman with a boisterous laugh. Ikumi parks the car and you’re left to prepare yourself before entering the building. She looks towards you and asks if you’re ready, which you aren’t entirely sure you are. But there’s no time like the present. You reach for the door handle and force yourself up, standing to your feet as you shut the door behind you. It looks busy inside and you’re happy about that. 

The interior of the bar is dark, as expected for similar establishments. The floor is black granite, along with each table top. The sparkles from the floor reflect from the dim lights above, making it look like you’re walking on diamonds. Saeko’s working tonight, and she can be seen behind the bar chatting with a customer. When she catches sight of the two of you out of the corner of her eye, her face animates.

You can tell that she’s shooing the other customer away in order to make room for you. Ikumi walks ahead of you, sliding onto one of the bar stools. You glide into the seat beside her, and let her do the talking. 

“Hey Saeko, how are things tonight?” Ikumi starts the conversation off while Saeko begins to make your usuals. 

You let their conversation fall to the background. It’s easy to zone out here, the lull of the music putting you in a trance as you look around. You see new faces and faces you’ve seen countless times before. Most of the patrons were regulars, including you. You weren’t even sure how that came to be. It didn’t feel like you fit in at this high end bar. The two of you just happened upon it years ago, and it quickly became your favorite. 

Saeko slides over your glass with a meager grin. Ikumi must have told her what was going on. You take a sip, noting that Saeko poured with a heavy hand tonight, before facing the two women. 

“So… did you want to talk about it?” Ikumi pries, her chestnut eyes flicking over to you as she drags a manicured nail around the rim of her glass. 

You really didn’t want to, but you know you should. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. We slept together a couple times. We weren’t ever official,” you feel your voice get smaller as you stare at the counter. Your eyes water with the memory. You remember the sleepless nights the two of you would share together where he would hold you tight, acting like he would never let you go. Promises floating from his lips that you were special to him. 

It all only started a year ago, but you’ve felt this way much longer than that. You may have even loved him. You thought he felt the same. 

The two women are listening intently, eyes never leaving your face. “I just thought I meant more to him. I guess I didn’t though, he was still hooking up with other girls at the same time. I just don’t know why he would’ve treated me like that. Like I mattered, if it was only for sex. He didn’t cheat, but it felt like it.” You force the words out, each syllable tasting like acid on your tongue. 

Situationship from hell.

Ikumi looks downright furious when you look up. Saeko’s face is scrunched up as she hears you recount the details. 

“Men are fucking pigs.” Saeko murmurs. 

You agree there. 

“And like, I know it’s my fault. He was free to do what he wanted. I just wish he was upfront about it.” Your tone is pathetic and you can tell. You throw back the rest of your drink and feel your mind get slightly lighter. 

“No! It’s not your fault at all. It’s his for being a dickwad.” Ikumi downs the rest of her drink, intent on staying at the same pace as you. 

And that’s how the night progresses. You recount each awful thing he’s done over the years, feeling your anger fuel. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but it was starting to feel like it was the right choice to end things. 

“And he, he lives with me. I see his shit all over the place. I can’t escape.” You whine, unsure what number you were even on now. 

Ikumi is just as gone as you. Her face is shiny and she leans against her elbow looking at you. You aren’t even sure if she’s still listening, but that doesn’t really matter. 

“You know what you need? You need to dance it off.” Ikumi says, getting off her chair. She’s unsteady on her feet at first, her fingers gripping onto the counter top. 

“What do you mean ‘dance it off’? I don’t feel like going to a c-“ 

“Saeko, turn the music up.” Ikumi grabs hold of your hands and pulls you from your chair. The world spins on its axis as your feet touch the ground. 

Crowds have begun to fill the space. Heat is bouncing off all the bodies next to you. Saeko leans over and turns the speakers up, letting the melody fill the bar. Tove Lo is on, her song “Glad That He’s Gone” filling up the bar. A bit on the nose, but you don’t mind. 

Ikumi turns forward, slapping her hands on the granite. It’s impossible to tell what she’s going to do until you see her jumping up. 

“Are you-“ you begin. 

She manages to sit on top of the counter, swinging her legs over. Ikumi reaches a hand out, and you feel the last remaining bits of apprehension in your system. 

“Come on.” She encourages. 

And that’s all it takes to convince you. 

You grab her hand and jump up on the counter. Saeko is unfazed as she watches you stand up, a tiny smile on her face. The two of you have caught the attention of several onlookers, but instead of feeling embarrassed you just feel empowered. Ikumi begins to dance and your body does too, letting the tune flow through your veins. You felt carefree. And so, so good. Fuck Atsumu. You could have fun without him. 

Your body sways back and forth, your hands dragging up your frame as you dance. You don’t feel fear about falling off the counter, there’s only music. The crowd below you has begun to dance as well, and you let your eyes trail around the room. You see girls dancing, their laughter filling the room. In your periphery you see men sit at tables, their eyes wandering around. 

Your heart is pounding, head swimming. You dance song after song, happiness spreading throughout your system. You were so glad Ikumi convinced you to come out tonight. 

Eventually she had to jump down in order to pee, so you reluctantly hopped down as well. Saeko reaches a hand out in order to help you step down, which you gratefully take. You don’t even notice the heat of a new presence beside you.  

“You’re new here.” A man states. 

You whip your head around to face the voice. A tall man with brown hair is looking down at you, his eyes flicking over your face. 

“I’m not,” you reply, your gaze sliding down his figure. 

He's dressed pretty nicely. A gray button up with black pants. It makes you wonder what he does for a living. There's a multitude of jewelry dotting his outfit from rings to a necklace. 

“I guess I just haven’t seen you before. What brings you out tonight?” He steps a bit closer to you, his cologne instantly filling your nostrils. His demeanor is calm as he waits for a response. 

“Girls night.” It’s a bit hard to know how to talk to a man. You haven’t had to do it in a long time. Not when your eyes have only ever been focused on Atsumu. 

You fall into the stool next to you, your feet pleading for a break. 

“Yeah? I didn’t know dancing on counter tops was a common thing for that.” He must be teasing you, there’s a tiny smile on his face. It fills you with warmth. 

“Yeah, it’s not. I just got my heart broken, so…” Your mouth moves before you can think. It seems like honesty is on the menu for tonight. 

“His loss.” 

You feel your heart stutter at his words. For a moment, it feels like you must’ve misheard him. You peer up at him to look for a sign showing you that he’s joking, but you find yourself empty handed. Instead, he glances down at you with a cocky grin. A shiver runs up your spine and you force yourself to look away again. 

“Can I buy you something to drink?” He asks, sitting next to you. His presence isn’t unwelcome per se, but it does strike you as a bit odd. This man could have anyone tonight, yet he chose you. 

“I've had enough for the night,” you reply, your brain begging for you to slow down.

“Water it is, then.” 

He flags Saeko down before placing an order for a water as well as a whiskey. Saeko's eyes flick over to you before she turns around once more to retrieve the drinks. It’s hard to decipher the look she gave you, but if you had to guess it would be something along the lines of “jump his bones”. 

“My name is Toru, what’s yours?” 

You say your name, missing the smile that spreads on his lips. The water bottle gets passed to you and you gratefully accept it, tossing back a gulp of the liquid. Toru holds the glass of whiskey carefully in his hands, taking measured sips. 

“I know, heard your friend say it.” 

“Why’d you ask then?” 

“Wanted to see if you would tell me,” he jokes. “Wanted to see if you’d be interested in me enough to tell me.” 

When you glance back at him, he’s already looking at you. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue before setting the alcohol down. Heat spreads across your stomach and your heart begins to speed up. You were interested in him. 

“You have your answer then,” you act confident even though that’s the last thing you’re feeling. 

“Where’d your friend run off to, anyway?” 

Good question. Unless she fell into the toilet it shouldn’t be taking her this long. You turn in your seat and look around the building, faces that don’t match Ikumi’s clouding your vision. Desperation crawls up your skin, and you begin to fear that she may have left you here all by yourself. Suddenly, you hear her loud laugh from across the room. You flick your eyes over to her and find her sitting at a table with a man, the two of them looking mighty cozy. As you watch, she places a hand on his chest and leans in to kiss him. Your brows raise as you watch the salacious scene unfold. 

“Oh, guess she found Iwa.” Toru says, following your gaze. 

You look towards Toru, staring at his side profile as he continues to watch them kiss before turning back towards you. 

“You know him?” 

“Yeah, he’s my best friend. Guess they both bailed on us, huh?” 

You let out a chuckle, and his features light up immediately. It’s as if he was waiting for a reaction from you. 

“I think you bailed on him first to come talk to me.” 

“And it was worth it,” he quips, nudging his foot against yours. 

You chuckle softly, nudging your foot back against him. He smiles at that and allows himself to fully relax, letting his shoulders hang as he looks back at you. 

“So how do you know Saeko? I saw you guys talking earlier.” He asks, a hint of curiosity in his tone. 

So he was watching you. The idea that he’s had his eyes on you all night was unbelievable. How did you miss him the entire time? You bite your lip as you feel his gaze burn holes into you. 

“We met here. We always talk whenever Ikumi and I come out. We used to come a lot more but you know…” you let your eyes carefully pick out the details of his face. “Life gets busy.” 

Toru hums at that, leaning against his hand on the counter. There’s a glint in his eyes, shining under the dim light of the bar. He looks like he knows something you aren’t privy to. There’s an air of confidence that seeps from his bones, and you can’t help but find yourself desperate for more. 

“That it does.” He murmurs, glancing down towards your lips before looking away. He tosses a look towards Saeko, who rolls her eyes and smiles. “I’ve known Sae a long time, I was friends with her brother back in the day.” 

“Friends? Yeah, that’s funny. I’ll make sure to tell Ryu you said that.” Saeko laughs, the tone of her voice rich like silk. 

Toru pouts and lifts his drink up, the rim pressed against his mouth. He takes a small sip before setting the glass back down. There’s liquor on his bottom lip, which he slowly licks up with the slide of his tongue. The action draws your attention far too much, and you think he noticed. 

“Fine, we were friendly competitors.” 

Saeko huffs a laugh before grabbing a bottle of wine to fill up a stranger's glass. Competitors? You wonder what he means. You didn’t know much about Saeko’s brother. You knew she had one and that they were similar, but that was about it. She was proud of him and would talk about him sometimes, but it was only surface level stuff. 

“Competitors? In what?” You ask. 

Toru sneaks a look towards Saeko underneath his lashes before darting his eyes away. Her nose twitches and she shrugs, looking unbothered. 

“Oh you know how boys are. Their friend groups would just try to beat each other in everything.” 

“Competition is what makes life fun.” Toru tags in, lifting his glass once more, his pointer finger lifted from the cup and sticking out towards Saeko. 

Your mind drifts back to Atsumu, unfortunately. He was competitive too. Almost too much. You would always try to calm him down when he got too heated. You’d like to think you toned him down over the years, but you’re unsure. 

You wonder what he’s up to right now. You plaster on a grin and softly chuckle, agreeing with the two before looking down at the counter top. Maybe he was having dinner right now. You were always the cook out of you two. Maybe he was ordering in? 

As your thoughts run away from you, you feel the soft graze of finger tips against your shoulder. When you peer up, you see Toru’s worried expression. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” 

Your mind immediately becomes a blank slate, all thoughts of Atsumu vanishing without a trace. Toru’s brown eyes are wide with worry, his lips slightly turned into a frown. That’s right, you were here to enjoy yourself. Screw Atsumu. You didn’t want to dedicate any more time to him than you already had. 

“Yeah. So what do you do for work, Toru?” The second you say his name, his mouth morphs into a smile. The calm and cool demeanor is back, and he relaxes into his seat. 

“Well, I’m a freelancer. I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you’re about to ask what he means but he changes the topic. “What do you do for work?” 

“I’m a student actually, but I’m a waitress too.” 

“Beauty and brains? Lucky me.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you clear your throat and look away, suddenly flustered. Toru chuckles to himself before leaning in closer to you, his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. His cologne fills your nostrils, the heavy musky scent making your breathing stutter. He must know the effect he has on you, as his lids are low and there’s a cocky smile resting on his face. 

“I, uh. Just brains.” 

“I happen to think you’re very beautiful.” Toru twirls a piece of your hair between two of his fingers. 

You suppress a shudder as you watch your locks fall from his fingers, before dragging your eyes back up to him. It’s hard to breathe around him. His presence is all consuming. 

“Come on, take it outside.” Saeko complains from across the counter. 

You’re snapped out of the daze, turning your head to look towards her. There’s a sly smile on her face as she watches the two of you. You know she’s not mad, not really. 

“Oh come on Sae.” Toru whines. 

“No, plus we’re closing up soon anyway.” Saeko responds. “Last call!” She raises her voice, a series of disappointed sounds filling the bar. 

What time was it? 

You check your phone and note that it’s nearly 1 am. How the hell did that happen? Toru exhales and stands up from his seat, holding a hand out to you. His touch is warm as you accept his offer, your legs easing off the chair beneath you. 

“Wanna go for a walk?” He asks. 

“Sure,” you breathe out. 

But first, you needed to do something. 

Looking around the bar you find Ikumi still wrapped around Iwa. The two have wide grins plastered on their faces, their hands wandering across each other's bodies. You wonder if you should go over there and drag her home instead. It would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing to do. 

“She’ll be safe with him, he’s a good guy.” Toru picks up on your hesitation. 

Could you trust him? Saeko did apparently, so that was a good sign. You fix your hair and start off towards Ikumi and Iwa. 

“Hey, are you staying here?” You ask. 

“Yeah! I think I want to hang out with him a little longer.” Ikumi giggles, dragging her manicured nails down his cheek.

Iwa looks down at her face, his eyes attached to her lips. Your body feels hot all over from the clear display of attraction. It was a girls night but she was going home with a man. You did spend the last while talking with one too, so maybe you weren’t all that better.

“Call me if you need me.” You murmur to her. 

It’s hard to know if she hears you over her raging hormones. She laughs and places a kiss on Iwa’s neck, running her hands across his stomach. 

“Oh, hey Toru-“ Iwa stutters, looking past you. 

You look over your shoulder and find Toru standing behind you, his posture relaxed as he watches the sight in front of him unfold. 

“Hey, having fun?” Toru teases. 

“F-fuck off.” 

Toru laughs behind you, and steps forward to wrap a hand around your waist. Your breathing gets caught in your throat as his fingers tighten around you. 

“I’ll see you later, Ikumi.” 

She pulls away from Iwa and smiles, waving you goodbye. You and Toru step away, his hand still attached to your waist as you navigate through the bar. It’s still packed, but there’s a steady stream of people leaving as it was closing soon anyway. Toru holds the door open for you, and you step out, the brisk air enveloping you completely. You suppress a shudder as your body acclimates and Toru walks up to your side. 

“Beautiful night, right?” He comments, sliding his hand away from your waist. You find the sudden lack of contact disappointing, your bottom lip slightly jutting out. 

Toru looks down towards you, a gentle smile on his face. You knew he was attractive in the bar, that much was obvious, but it’s like you’re seeing him in a completely different light under the moon. The night sky treats him kindly, letting white rays illuminate the side of his face. His hair is chestnut brown and wispy, a portion of his bangs covering his forehead. His eyes are like chocolate and kind, the sides of them crinkled as he looks down at you. Inside the bar he looked sexy, but out here he looks marvelous. 

“Shall we?” 

The words don’t register to you, not first anyway. You’re too caught up in his beauty, your eyes focused on the small details of his face. He raises his brows as he waits for a response, the action causing you to snap out of it. 

“Oh! Yes.” You tear your gaze away and look down at the ground, heat rising to your cheeks from being caught. 

“I didn’t know you drank that much.” Toru teases, starting off down the sidewalk. 

“I didn’t drink that much.” You ramble, following after him. 

The crowd thins out the further you guys walk down the sidewalk. You aren’t scared to be alone with him, even if you know that maybe you should be. 

“No? You just make a habit out of staring for fun?” He’s joking, and the ease of it all makes your heart lighten up. The conversation is flowing so well, it feels like you’ve known him for weeks. 

“Says the guy who’s been watching me all night. Plus, I only stare when I’m looking at someone who’s-“ Your lips blabber, liquid courage still flowing through your veins. 

Toru stops in his tracks, his eyes watching your movements. “Who’s what?” 

He knows what you were going to say. He just wants to hear it from your lips. 

“Who’s hot.” You put on a brave front, eyes darting to the side. 

Toru coos, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The action is entirely too delicate, the pads of his fingers brushing against your scorching flesh. It causes your face to tingle, a rush of energy bursting under your skin. 

“Aren’t you precious?” It’s a bit condescending, yet the tone of his voice is sultry. 

Your breathing stutters, your teeth instantly digging into your bottom lip. He must know he did something, because he lets out a chuckle before he resumes walking. He gives you no time to address the situation before he’s moved on, his hands now shoved in his pockets as he leisurely glides across the sidewalk. You catch up to him, letting your eyes wander around the buildings you’re passing. The area is nicer than what you’re used to. You’ve never walked this way. Toru must’ve taken a different route than what you’ve been on before. It isn't rich by any means, but there are a handful of businesses scattered around, the reflection of your bodies shining off their windows. 

You stroll for a while, words bouncing off each other as you make conversation. You talk about your classes, what your job is like, and how his day was. You’ve been walking for an indiscriminate amount of time, and the impromptu ‘date’ feels like it’s nearing its end. 

“Let me walk you home,” Toru offers, his posture relaxed as he looks down at you. 

Honestly, you aren’t even really sure that’s a good idea. It’s a bit dangerous, you think. Not just because he’s a stranger, a man you only met tonight. You think it’s dangerous because you like him. There’s happiness flowing throughout your body for the first time in weeks, and you’re actually having fun. And he was easy on the eyes. 

“Okay,” you agree. 

The two of you backtrack until you’re by the bar once more, where you begin to walk in the direction of your house. There’s a gentle breeze kissing your skin as your heels clack against the sidewalk. 

“So did you have a good girls night?” Toru asks, glancing your way. 

“Yeah, although I didn’t really want to come initially.” You reply, looking at him before darting your eyes away. “I’m glad I did though.” 

Toru smiles and looks up towards the moon. Silence floats over the two of you, but it isn't awkward. 

“I was a bit surprised when you told me about that guy. Did you want to talk about it?” 

You pull your arms close to your chest. Did you want to talk about it? 

“Just sucks, is all. We knew each other for a long time. I really cared about him. And I thought he cared about me too.” Your voice gets softer at the end. “I liked him a lot and we were best friends. Doesn’t help that we’re roommates. I have no idea what’s going to happen with that now…” 

You hate the pang of sadness you feel in your chest at the memory. Toru listens quietly, until you’ve finished speaking.

You realize you may have said too much. Your dilemma feels like a major red flag. Nervously, you look up towards Toru. 

He doesn’t look as bothered as you would have figured. His eyes are slightly widened, but other than that he looks normal. 

“No shit, huh?” He says. 

“Yeah.” 

The two of you walk in silence a bit longer before he asks a question. 

“Did you love him?” 

A couple of months ago you would say ‘yes’ with complete certainty. Now, you aren’t so sure. 

“I thought so, though maybe I just liked the idea of him more.” You dig your nails into your arms. 

“If it helps any, he’s a dumbass. I’m not sure why he’d fuck things up with you.” 

You grin, feeling a sense of happiness spark inside you. Toru was easy to talk to, almost a bit too easy to talk to. You feel a sense of ease each time he speaks, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Well, I’m flattered.” You respond. You’re glad you didn’t ruin the mood. It may be a long shot, but you decide to ask anyway. “So, is there anyone in your life right now?” 

Toru’s brown eyes flick to you before he looks back up at the night sky. There’s a deep sort of sadness behind his irises, one that’s a bit hard to pick up on. You may have missed it, had you not also been feeling the same way. 

“No,” You almost feel bad for asking, if not for the grin he sends your way. “Why? You interested?” 

You chuckle breathlessly and roll your eyes. He straightens up at your response, as if he was keeping a tally of every time he made you smile. 

“And if I said I was?” 

Toru cocks a brow at that. You think you see a flash of disbelief cross his face, but you aren’t sure if it’s a trick of the light. 

“I’d ask if you were sure.” 

Now what kind of question was that? 

“Of course I’m sure.”

Toru shakes off the seriousness of the situation, the vulnerability, before lifting his chin up. The quick changes of his moods are leaving you reeling, only making you want to know more. 

“How’d you and Iwa meet?”

Toru chuckles, as if he’s reminiscing about some fond memory. 

“We’ve been friends since we were kids. We went to the same school and I never left him alone. He just sort of let me hang around and the rest is history.” 

The idea makes you smile. You could see that. You haven’t known Toru long, but it feels completely in character for him to just force his way into someone’s life. Much like how he did with you. 

The two of you talk as you stroll down the sidewalk. There is no rush. Not only was Toru extremely easy to talk to, but he was fun. You had forgotten what that felt like before tonight. 

The view of your apartment comes sooner than you were hoping for. Instead of the relief you were expecting to feel, you feel disappointed. The night is over, yet you want more. 

“Thank you for walking me home.” You toss over your shoulder. 

“Of course.” His words drip with honesty. 

He follows closely behind you as you make your way to your apartment. The hallway leading up to your front door feels a little less lonely than it did before. 

“This is me.” You turn around after sticking your key in the lock. 

Toru’s looking side to side, as if waiting for someone else to pass by. Once he looks down at you, a grin spreads across his face. It sends warmth throughout your body. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” 

“Aw, you’re worried about me?” You place a hand on his chest, easing it up near his throat where you pull at his collar under the pretense of fixing it. 

“I just know you were pretty upset earlier.” Toru follows the action with his eyes, before looking back down at your face. 

“Yeah. I just need to forget about it all.” You run your tongue along your bottom lip slowly. 

“Did tonight help?” 

“It did.” You try to breathe deeply but it’s as if all the air around you was sucked out. 

There was only you and him. His light brown eyes appreciate your face, and his lips are inches away. 

You know you shouldn’t. You know that. 

You’re heartbroken, and this is a stranger. He won't be able to fill the hole in your heart from Atsumu. 

All the rationalities fly straight over your head. They weren’t important. 

“Do you want to help me forget some more?” You look up from beneath your lashes, your hand trailing down his chest. 

He doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments, instead choosing to look at your face. You’re worried you may have misjudged the situation. Maybe he wasn’t interested in you. 

“I can help you with that.” Toru steps in closer, pushing your back up against your door. 

You aren’t completely sober yet, but you’re sober enough to grasp what you’re doing. Toru leans in, his lips just a breath away. He doesn’t close the gap, instead letting you make the final decision. 

Fuck it, what’s one night with a stranger. 

You press your lips against his, feeling the heat from his mouth transfer over to yours. A moan pushes behind your lips, threatening to escape if he pulls away. There’s a grin on his face, you can feel it against your lips. He tastes like whiskey and split second decisions, and you’ve never tasted anything better. You fumble with the door knob behind you before you’re finally able to turn it open. Your feet stumble beneath you as you walk back, you would have nearly fallen over if not for Toru’s hand on your lower back keeping you steady. He steps in behind you and closes the door after him without even breaking the kiss. You both kick off your shoes as you desperately grasp at each other's bodies. 

You need oxygen before he does, so you pull away to get a gasp of air. The room is spinning as Toru moves his mouth to place kisses down your throat. They’re wet and sloppy, complete messes as he trails down your neck. He runs a hand through your hair, letting your strands wrap around his fingers. You can feel his teeth scraping against your skin, unspoken temptation for him to bite down. 

Your hands slide down his chest where you grab to feel his body underneath. You knew he was in shape just from the sight of him, but you were beginning to think that maybe he was even more athletic than you thought. Your hands grope at the muscles underneath his shirt, and he lets out a chuckle against you. 

“Want me to take it off?” He asks, his teeth finally biting down on your jugular. 

You whine and tilt your head back in the opposite direction, letting him have even more reign than before. His mouth pushes down so he can begin to suck, making a moan float from your lips. 

“P-Please,” You ask, your voice shaky. 

Toru pulls away and looks down at you. You must look like a mess. Your lipstick has to be smudged, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your hair was fucked up from his fingers. He gives no indication that you’re anything less than marvelous. There’s a sparkle in his eyes and a soft smile on his face when he leans down to place another quick kiss on your lips. Then he’s stepping away again, his fingers starting to work on his shirt. Before you know it, all the buttons are undone. He unbuttoned it faster than you would have. His shirt is open now, hanging off his shoulders to give you a glimpse of his abs underneath. Toru yanks the shirt from his body before returning to you, both of his hands reaching up to keep your face in place as he pushes his lips against yours. 

There’s even more urgency now, a desperation flooding the gates as he kisses you. He lets his hands drop down to your thighs where he lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. Toru presses you against the wall by the door, and you feel a mildly sharp pain spread across your shoulders from where your body makes contact. He quickly soothes you by sticking his tongue out, trailing it against your bottom lip. Your mouth opens and he slides in, tangling his tongue with yours. You almost forget you wanted more than a kiss, it was knocking you off your feet. Toru remembers the same time as you, as he steps away and turns to walk more into your house. The ease at which he walks and carries you is astonishing. You ignore the discarded shirt on the floor as he steps around it, walking down your hallway even though he has no idea where he’s going. The lights in the house are completely off, Atsumu still wasn’t back, so you’re forced to trust his blind instincts to not run into something. 

“To- to the right.” You moan against his lips. 

He follows your instructions and pivots, bringing you further into the house. Your hands slide down against his arms where you appreciate the muscles holding you. Toru finds your room and walks inside, the bright moon from your window finally providing some light. 

Toru places you on the bed and then stands up straight. The moon compliments him, the soft white light bathing him. His stomach and chest look mesmerizing. The curves of his muscles reflect the light as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. 

Your mouth feels dry as you watch him. The moment almost feels unreal. Sort of like a dream. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip and he leans down, crawling on top until his heavy frame is completely over you. He kisses you once more as you inch backward, giving the two of you more space. 

“You’ve got a nice room,” he murmurs, placing a hand on either side of you. 

“You can’t see it.” You respond, meaning for your words to sound like a joke, but instead they’re airy and needy. 

Toru hums and pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your hips arch up while you look at him. 

“I suppose so,” he trails his hands up your sides, his fingers sliding underneath your dress as he pushes it up. 

You reach down to help pull it off your body, throwing it across the room. It hits the floor, the sound of the impact against your hardwood filling the room. Toru chuckles as he grazes a finger over you, and goosebumps quickly follow. 

Your hands run away from you as you grab onto his skin, sliding up and down. He’s smooth. Toru lets you feel him as he slides in between your thighs, opening them wide enough for his hips. His fingers are making quick work of your bra, his warm palms finding their way beneath your body as he unclasps your bra before pulling it off. He throws it to the side, where it lands in the same direction as your dress. You’re getting nervous now. You haven’t had sex with anyone since Atsumu. Will it be good if the love isn’t there? Will you be able to indulge yourself in the pleasure completely?

“Lift your legs, baby.” Toru requests. 

He snaps you out of your thoughts, and you see his fingers laced in your underwear. He wants to pull them down, but he’s waiting for your help in doing so. You nibble on the inside of your cheek, pushing your legs up so he can slide your underwear off your body. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger. 

He must have been able to sense your mood. 

“Yeah,” you sound breathless in your response. 

“Do you want to stop?”

“No! No,” you murmur, pulling him back down towards you. He follows your lead, his bare chest pushed against yours. 

The scratch of his nipples against yours sends a rush of adrenaline through you. It sends your mind right back to the place you initially were. Your nipples pebble as he pushes against you, sending a short wave of pleasure through your body. 

Toru presses a kiss to your lips once more. It’s different this time. A bit more tender, a bit more soft. Like he’s bringing you back down to earth. He kisses his way down your body, and you watch with bated breath as he inches closer and closer to your pussy. 

His hands spread your thighs open where he selfishly invites himself in. He’s more broad than you by far, but you force your legs to comply. 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on your thigh. 

You wet your bottom lip and watch as he purses his lips, letting a large dollop of saliva drop onto your pussy. The sensation causes your legs to twitch, so much so that you almost close them. Toru is one step ahead, as he holds you open while he leans in. His tongue makes contact with your clit, where he licks hungrily. A moan escapes from your lips as he licks you. His tongue is firm and pointed while it circles your clit, drawing out groans from you. 

His fingers are digging into you now, the restraint he’s showing is applaudable. You can feel the trickle of his saliva dripping down your pussy, getting you ready for what was to come. 

“T-Toru!” You moan.

Toru licks your clit, his eyes never leaving your face. He’s unabashed about it. He reaches up to you with his hands and you immediately get the hint, intertwining your fingers with his. Toru lets you squeeze his hands as you hold them, your fingers digging into the back of his hands. He’s groaning as he eats your pussy, and you aren’t sure why. Either he really liked the way you taste, or he likes the pain you’re doling out on his hands. 

He wraps his lips around your swollen nub, sucking softly before increasing the pressure. It felt so fucking good. You were a fool to think it would be anything less than. You’re positive that nothing else has ever felt like this. In that moment, you decide he’s ruined you. You don’t think sex with any other man would ever compare. Your hips jump up as you try to get more from him, even though he’s seemingly already giving his all. 

Your legs lay against his shoulders, while his face is buried in your core. You’re almost worried he doesn’t have enough space to breathe, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Toru’s moaning into your cunt, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

“You’re gonna make me, you’re gonna make me cum!” You groan, unable to look away from him. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue, baby?” His hot breath sears into your pussy as he speaks. 

“Mhm,” 

Toru grins against you before pulling away, placing open mouth kisses around the inside of your thighs. All the momentum that he had built up was slowly draining away, replacing all the heat in your body with something much more lukewarm. Your brain’s malfunctioning as you watch him. 

“What the hell?” You sound a bit dejected. 

“What? You wanted to cum that early? That wouldn’t be any fun.” Toru clicks his tongue, his brown eyes slyly looking at you. 

He must be taunting you. Your bottom lip juts out as you pout, your eyes flicking away. Toru coos at you and nips your leg, making you jolt. 

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, his mouth inches from your pussy once more. “How about you cum on my cock instead, hm?” 

You look back at him, and you almost wish you didn’t. Toru sticks his tongue out, laying it flat as he licks a single strip from your hole all the way to your clit. It’s slow, but it feels so fucking good. 

You whine, clenching your toes as you watch him. 

“How does that sound, pretty girl?” 

You murmur a ‘yes’, too flustered to say anything further. 

“Yeah? You want that?” 

His face is lit up as he keeps egging you on. 

“Toru…” you mumble, nervously glancing between his eyes and your wall. 

“Aw, I’m just teasing you.” Toru lets go of your hands, and you immediately feel a sense of sadness wash over you. 

You wish you could keep holding them. 

He sits on his calves, looking down at your poor pussy while he rubs the insides of your thighs, soothing all his love bites. He looks like he’s contemplating something, before he finally glances your way once more. 

Toru crawls up to you, and you can see the shine of your wetness smothered across his lips and chin. He sticks his tongue out to clean up, but it barely makes a dent in the mess. Once he reaches you, he smooshes his lips against yours. Your nerves are on fire as you kiss him. Everything feels like it’s been amplified, as if all the pleasure in your body was nudged up to 100%. 

He leans back again, sitting on his calves as he digs around in his back pocket. There’s an urgent expression on his face, his eyes full of determination. 

“What’re you looking for?” You ask, your pussy desperately needing to be filled. 

“Condom.” He murmurs under his breath. 

Toru finds his wallet and pulls it out, fingers shuffling between cards as he looks for protection. He retrieves it, fingers making quick work of opening it. 

You shouldn’t. 

You know you shouldn’t. 

“You don’t have to wear it,” you say, knowing damn well you shouldn’t have. 

Toru’s eyes look up to you where he studies you for a second. You reach down to tide yourself over, your fingers dipping to your clit where you circle it. 

“No?” He questions. 

“No, unless you want to.” 

Toru chuckles once before throwing his wallet to the side. He’s easing off his pants, finally fully naked like you. It’s hard to appreciate what his cock looks like in this lighting, so you put faith in the fact that it must be as pretty as him. 

He’s hovering above you, his face inches from yours as he situates his cock closer to you. You share the same breaths, each of your heads spinning from ecstasy. 

“Ready?” He asks, pushing his cock against your pussy. 

“Yeah,” you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Toru eases his cock in, going slowly at first to acclimate you to his size. You wrap your legs around him, silently urging him for more. Toru pays no heed to your actions, instead sliding in at a slow pace. 

“Toru, please. I need it.” You whine, digging your nails into the skin of his back. 

“Patience, baby.” He kisses your forehead. 

You’re positive you’re full already but he keeps going. You’re starting to wonder how big he is, until he finally stops. It feels like he’s behind your belly button, the depth causing your breath to stutter. You wanted it faster, but now you aren’t so sure that was a good idea. 

Toru places a kiss on the side of your sweaty neck before he pulls away once more. He’s admiring your face, the way your eyes are almost rolling to the back of your head. 

“I'm gonna start now, hold on tight.” 

You could slap him at the teasing tone of his voice, but you refrain. Because he was right. You may need to hold on tight. Toru pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock in your depths. You dig your nails in harder, anticipating the feeling of him plunging back inside. On the way out, his cock scrapes against your gspot causing a moan to slip from your lips. Toru’s glancing down at you to see your reaction, before he presses himself back inside. You wince as he enters again, the mixture of pleasure and pain holding you hostage. 

“What happened to ‘faster Toru?’” Toru says, pressing his chest against yours once more. 

“Shut up,” You say it with a sharp voice. “You’re so big.”

You know that he knows that. He must have an idea, just from the way he was prepping you beforehand. Toru chuckles and slows his hips down, only pushing into you shallowly. 

Your pussy grips onto his cock as he fucks you, making it nearly impossible for him to pull from you. Slowly, your body gets more warmed up to his size. He pays close attention to your face, pressing himself further in the more you relax. Your eyes are shut as he fucks you so you can focus on loosening yourself up. You expect him to look frustrated when you open your eyes, but he doesn’t. He looks patient, an easy smile on his face as he fucks into you. It causes your breathing to stutter, an odd sensation flowing throughout your body. 

“Ready,” you say softly. 

“Yeah?” Toru arches a brow, looking down at where you’re connecting. 

You almost wish you could see how it looked from his perspective, but you're sure it would push you over the edge. 

Toru speeds his hips up, fucking you at a faster pace. The sensation feels better than anything you’ve felt so far. His cock was reaching places you could only dream of yourself. You’re moaning as his cock drags against your walls, and they tighten around him. He’s also groaning, his face pinched up in concentration as he fucks you. 

He’s still only an inch away, the closeness of his body only heightening your senses. Sweat is beginning to drip from his forehead and you’re sure it’s from restraint. He has an crooked grin on his face as he fucks you. You dig your nails around, trying to release some of the bottled up pleasure. 

Toru reaches down with one of his hands, skillfully locating your clit as he begins to draw circles on it. You moan louder, the feeling of both his cock and his fingers only bouncing off each other. 

He pushes himself to sit up straight to have more power. The new angle leaves you reeling. His finger rubs against your nub faster, as he delights in the sounds you let out. His fingers and cock are bringing you closer than you thought. Toru slams into you, his cock filling you up. The room feels sweltering, there’s sweat lining your body, surely staining your sheets. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked this good.

“Feel so god damn t-tight,” Toru says, his words faltering at the end. 

His torso is shining in the moonlight, and his hand has a hard grip on your knees as he fucks you. His cock presses against your gspot each time, earning a slew of whines from you. Toru’s thumb swirls around your puffy clit, making you clench around him more. 

“So fucking full, holy f-fuck!” You’re close to sobbing now, your head thrown back as he fucks you. 

You wish you could quiet down. Toru’s moaning, and you really want to hear it. But you can’t, not over the sounds you’re making. 

Toru’s speed increases, his hips pistoning in and out of you so fast you can hardly catch a breath. He’s going hard too, the feeling of his cock pounding into you surely leaving bruises. 

You grab at the pillows behind you, digging your fingers into them for some sort of solace. Toru’s murmuring things above you that are hard to discern. His hands have a tight grip on your thighs as he fucks into you, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was leaving marks there too. 

“Taking me so well.” He’s speaking under his breath. “Fuckkk,” He draws the word out. 

“Toru, Toru,” You moan, feeling yourself inch closer. 

His soft brown eyes flick to you instantly. He must be picking up on what you’re trying to say. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” His thumb slips around your pussy, the wetness making it hard to stay in one spot. 

You groan, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. It feels like you’re going to burn up any second now. The bed is shaking beneath you, you can hear the rustling of the blankets under you. 

“Yes!” You try to take in a shaky breath. “Yes,” you sob. 

“Yeah?” He’s focused on your face, circling your clit with his thumb as he fucks into you. 

He must feel it before you do. He lets out a drawn out moan once you start to cum, your pussy keeping a tight grip on his cock. White hot pleasure floods through your veins, temporarily blinding you. It feels so fucking good. Toru doesn’t stop rubbing your clit until you start to whine his name. 

Once you do, he takes his thumb away and lifts it up to his mouth, where he pops it between his lips. The sight leaves you dizzy. 

Instead of fucking you hard and fast, he starts to roll his hips. You think he must be close, it’s written all over his face. 

“I’ll pull out, just, just give me a second.” He lets out a deep breath, trailing his palms against your thighs. 

He’s savoring every inch of you. 

After he’s composed himself, he looks back down at your face. Even though you had just cum, your body was still sensitive. 

“Hold on for me, okay?” 

You blink the tears away from your eyes and agree, unsure what he was even getting at. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. He lets his speed pick back up once more, as well as how hard he was going. Even though he had given you a heads up, you still find yourself reeling. 

“T-Toru!” 

“I know, I know. Take it for me, okay?” His brows are furrowed while he concentrates. 

Your body shakes beneath him as he uses you. His cock pushes into you at a rough pace, leaving you breathless. 

“Okay, I’m gonna- Fuck,” He moans, looking down at your pussy. 

The sight must make him lose his breath. 

You want him to cum inside. You want to feel his hot seed spill into you until it leaks back out, staining the bedding beneath. 

Before you can ask for it, Toru slips from your hole. He jerks himself off above your body, using your cum as lube. You want to seer the sight into your brain. He lets out a loud groan as he begins to cum, white shooting out from his cock onto your tummy. 

It’s a welcomed warmth as it pours onto your skin. Toru keeps rubbing himself until nothing more comes out. His shoulders sag while he composes himself. A soft feeling floats over your body, and you relax into the bed. 

You drag your pointer finger through the cum on your stomach. It’s still warm as you bring it up to your mouth, pushing your finger past your lips to taste. Toru watches it all unfold, a cocky grin on his face. 

“You’re unreal.” He murmurs. 

You grin up at him, taking that as a compliment. The cum settles on your tongue, salty but mostly unflavored. Toru leans over you, one hand holding himself up beside your head while the other tilts your face up, with his finger beneath your chin. The two of you share a moment, neither of you breaking eye contact. 

“I know,” you respond, your voice low. 

Toru lets out a chuckle, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. You weren’t expecting that. The moment is over quicker than it started. He leans back up, looking around the room. 

“Do you have a towel I can use?” He asks, eyes flicking back to the pool on your stomach. 

“Oh! You can use-“ 

Toru’s standing up off your bed, digging in the hamper beside you. He pulls out a white shirt, looking over his shoulder towards you. 

It was Atsumu’s shirt. 

He had lent it to you a year ago, but you had never returned it.  

“What about this?” 

You don’t know how to respond. Your breathing stutters as you try to form words. Toru raises his brows while he waits, a confused expression on his face. 

“You can-“ 

“Great.” 

He turns around, walking up to you once more. You watch as he drags the shirt against your skin, cleaning up any remaining evidence of your prior activity. It almost feels like betrayal. But then you remind yourself that it isn’t. 

Once he’s done wiping you clean, Toru balls up the shirt and throws it into the hamper again. He sits besides you, and when he looks back he notices the apprehension on your face. 

“Hey,” he begins. He cups your cheek while he speaks. “You doing okay? Hopefully it helped at least a little bit.” 

Oh. Yeah. You told him you wanted him to help you forget. 

And he did just that. You forgot, all up until this moment, anyway. 

You smile, and reach out to grab his other hand. His skin is warm beneath yours, a welcome feeling to the otherwise cool air around you. 

“It did, thank you.” 

Toru lets his hand slip from your face and he begins to look around once more, until his eyes find your clock. Maybe he was thinking about leaving. The idea shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does. He wasn’t anything to you. 

“Are you heading out?” You force yourself to ask. 

“I should,” The clock reads 3 am. Its bright, red numbers providing a sliver of light. “Do you want me to?” 

Oh. 

“No.” You answer before you can put any real thought into it.

You aren’t sure why you wanted him to stay, but you knew that you didn’t want to be alone. Toru strokes the back of your hand with his thumb before slipping free from it, standing up. 

“Alright,” his tone is soft, as if he was telling you he’ll stay. 

You scoot to the side of the bed, giving him more space. He crawls in beside you, lifting up the covers as he slips beneath them. You follow the action, letting your body brush up against his. Under the blankets next to Toru, you’re warm. You can pretend that all is right with the world. You can act like this is any other night. 

He pulls you close to him, your naked bodies fitting together immediately. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting your finger trail across his chest. His breathing is steady beneath you, and you focus on the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

“Thank you for coming home with me,” you say, your nails dragging across his skin. 

Toru hums underneath you, his fingers strumming your shoulder. 

“Of course.” 

You let your eyes close. This is nice. Even though the past week has been shitty, you’re at least glad that you met Toru. Even if tonight was the only night you would see him. 

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Surprise Flights - Toru Oikawa

Word Count: 2128

Paring: Toru Oikawa x Fem! Reader

Summary: Toru really just wants to make Christmas special for Y/n, luckily for him he gets the chance to give her the best present of all.

A/n: Hello everyone, this idea came to me while working on a different fic that will be out closer to Christmas. Anyways I thought it was a cute idea, and it definitely turned out better than i thought it would. Also I just want to say that I’m sorry for the random long break in posting, writer’s block kicked my ass, plus I just got a job after almost a year of searching and so I might not be posting as much but I will try to write something every now and then. Anyways enjoy, Happy holidays, and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

a/n 2: This is really my first time doing any kind of smau style stuff for a fic so please let me know what you think. I'd be willing to try out doing an smau series in between normal imagines to help keep the ideas flowing just let me know if that's something y'all would want.

   It had been almost a year since Toru left Japan to pursue his dream of being a pro Volleyball player. It had been almost a year since he wiped the tears off her face as he promised to call and visit as often as humanly possible. Toru was able to keep the promise of phone calls and text messages but his schedule didn’t allow for much off time.

  He had only been able to see her in person once since leaving for Argentina. For his birthday Y/n and Iwaizumi had managed to fly out to visit him. His two favorite people managed to surprise him by staying with him for a week, but he still had practice so it’s not like he could truly enjoy it. After they had returned to Japan, Toru had promised himself that he would be the one surprising her next.

   So when he found out in early November that the team would be getting the last two weeks of the year off, he began planning. Immediately he had told Iwa and made him swear not to let it slip that he would be coming home. Toru had it all planned out, he was going to make this the best Christmas she had ever had.

   The days leading up to his flight Toru had to fight the overwhelming urge to just come clean and tell Y/n he would be there soon. The only thing preventing him from spilling the beans was the thought of how happy she would look when they finally got to hold each other again. The image of her smiling and the sound of her laugh as they embraced for the first time in so long pushed him forward, promising that it was worth it to keep it a secret.

   On the morning of his flight, Toru made sure that he had everything ready. He double checked that he had his passport and ticket easy to grab as well as his charger and headphones. Looking over his entryway where he had his suitcase and carry-on placed and ready, he smiled to himself knowing that in less than two days he’d be holding his amazing girlfriend in his arms. Checking the time, he quickly ordered an uber before opening his messages.

  After sending his usual goodnight message to Y/n, knowing that Japan is 12 hours ahead, Toru looked over his apartment one last time before heading out to wait for his ride.

  By the time he reached the parking lot his uber was already waiting. Getting into the car he said a quick thank you to the driver, before turning his attention back to his phone as a new message came through.

   Toru smiled to himself as he read his friend's last message. As Toru sat quietly watching the scenery pass by, he kept thinking over his plan. Sure he had set his lock screen to a list of times he needed to text Y/n so she wouldn’t get suspicious, but he was anxious that she would notice something was up. 

   “Going home for the holidays?” The driver asked, breaking the silence that settled over the car. “Sorry, I know not a lot of people like to talk during these rides, I just can’t help but be curious. Of Course you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.” He added on, sending the brunette a kind smile through the rear view mirror.

   Smiling Toru nodded, happy to have a distraction from his thoughts. “Yeah I am. I haven’t seen my girlfriend in about five months and I have seen my family in about a year so It will be nice to see them all again.” He briefly explained.

   The driver nodded. “Well they all must be excited to see you, if it’s been that long.” He said while keeping focused on his driving. “I know I’d be thrilled to see family if it had been a year since I last saw them.”

   “Actually they don’t know I’m coming.” Toru said with a laugh. “Well, my best friend knows, he’s helping me with the surprise. But I wanted it to be a fun Christmas present for everyone.” He explained after seeing the driver's confused expression.

   Laughing joyously, the driver nodded. “Sounds like an amazing gift. Well here we are. Have a safe flight and Happy Holidays to you.” The driver said pulling up at the passenger drop off door of the airport.

  Grabbing his stuff Toru nodded. “Thank you, Happy Holidays to you as well.” He said, closing the car door and turning to the airport.

   After making it through customs surprisingly quickly for the holiday season, Toru pulled out his phone while finding a seat near his gate. Seeing that it was about two hours until his flight was set to depart he decided it was a good time to start his plan.

   Pressing send on the final message he did his best to calm his nerves once again. He felt slightly bad for lying to Y/n, but he knew that if he didn’t and just never responded to her messages she would worry. Sighing he pulled out his headphones, listening to music in order to block out the sounds of the airport while he waited for his flight.

Time skip to landing in Italy

   After landing in Rome for his roughly eight hour layover, Toru decided to check his phone for any messages.

   He fought the urge to respond right away, but reminded himself that Y/n thinks he’s still in Argentina where it’s currently three in the morning, so a text message from him would be suspicious. Sighing to himself, Toru decided to stay in the airport while waiting for the second half of his flight. Grabbing an overpriced coffee and breakfast from the airport Starbucks, He made himself comfortable close to the gate of his next flight.

   About five hours into the layover, Toru decided it was a good time to finally respond to Y/n’s early texts. After all, nearly twenty hours of ‘sleeping’ was a lot even if he was ‘sick’.

 

 Toru smiled at Y/n’s worrying, happy that she was believing him and she hadn’t caught on to his schemes.

   The two continued to text back and forth for the next couple of hours. As they chatted about their days, Toru fibbing just well enough that Y/n didn’t catch on, Toru noticed that it was getting close to his departure time. He was enjoying talking with his girlfriend but he needed to come up with a way to end the conversation so it wouldn’t be suspicious if he just stopped responding. Luckily Y/n beat him to it.

   Not even ten minutes after hitting send on his final message, Toru was on his flight. Overjoyed to know that the next time he texted Y/n, he would be in the same country and one step closer to being reunited.

Time Skip to landing in Japan

   Stepping off his flight, Toru was surprised he didn’t feel extremely jet lagged after only sleeping for a handful of hours over the last thirty hours. He guessed it had to do with the fact that he was extremely excited about the events that would be happening over the next couple hours. Mainly the thought of holding Y/n in his arms once again.

   While making his way to the baggage claim, Toru decided to text Y/n again. It was even more difficult this time around to not tell her he was back in Japan, but he remembered that she was probably at work right now so he couldn’t distract her too much. So he settled on keeping the surprise.

    He frowned slightly hoping her day wasn’t going to bad, and put his phone back in his pocket. Turning his focus to looking for his suitcase as he tried not to worry too much. As he spotted his bag on the conveyor belt, Toru felt his phone go off again. Pulling out his phone again, he laughed at Iwa’s usual name calling before responding quickly.

    As he texted his best friend he made his way to the passenger pick up, looking for Iwa’s spiky brown hair. Quickly spotting the former spiker’s pointed glare, Toru couldn’t help but walk a little faster. “Iwa, I’m so glad to see you. Thanks again for agreeing to pick me up.” He said in greeting, opening his arms to ask the stoic male for a hug.

   Letting out a fake groan, Iwa embraced his childhood friend before pulling away. “Don’t mention it. Now didn’t you want to stop at the store before going over to Y/n’s?” He asked, no longer hiding the slight smile on his face from being reunited with Toru.

Time skip to Y/n’s apartment

   After buying a few things at the store, Iwa helped Toru get all of his things up to Y/n’s apartment, telling him that Y/n had left a spare key out for him when he made up an excuse about needing to drop something off there. Once the two friends had gotten Toru’s suitcase and bags from the store into the apartment, Iwa gave his friend one last hug before leaving.

  Now alone in his girlfriend's apartment, Toru couldn’t help but be nervous about waiting for her to finally return home and see the amazing surprise he had for her. He knew she would be happy, of course she would be, after all she was so sad when he said he couldn’t make it back for Christmas. He just had to wait another hour or so before she would get there.

Time skip to Y/n getting home & P.o.v switch

   While it had technically been a short day at work for her, Y/n couldn’t help but feel that the day had drug on. When she finally arrived at her apartment all she wanted to do was lay down and wait for Toru to wake up so she could call him during his morning run, like they did most days. Getting to her front door though she was shocked to find out that the spare key she had left out for Iwaizumi was no longer under the mat and the front door was still unlocked. Opening the door and seeing a pair of men’s shoes in the entry way she assumed Iwa had just gotten there so she just shrugged as she took off her shoes and headed for the living room.

  “Hey Iwa, what was it you needed to drop off …” Her sentence trailed off as she noticed the brunette standing in her living room, who was very clearly not Iwaizumi. “Toru? Am I dreaming?” She asked, pinching her arm, not fully believing that Toru Oikawa was really standing in her apartment holding a bouquet of flowers with a sheepish smile on his face.

   Toru chuckled as he slowly stepped closer to her. “You’re not dreaming I promise.” He said, handing her the flowers.

   Instead of taking the flowers to put them in water she just set them on the coffee table before nearly tackling Toru in an extremely tight hug. Toru quickly returned the hug, resting his head on top of her as she pressed her face into his neck. After a few minutes of silence, She pulled back cupping his face in her hands. 

   “You’re really here.” She stated as if reassuring herself that this was real. “I thought you weren’t able to get time off to come home? And what about you being sick?” She began questioning.

   Chuckling, Toru leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I wanted to surprise you, after you and Iwa surprised me for my birthday. As for being sick, I needed a believable reason to not text you for hours while I was on the plane.” He quickly explained.

   She nodded in understanding. “Well consider me surprised.” She said, before taking a moment to just enjoy being in the same space as him again. 

   “Wait, does this mean you told Iwaizumi about you coming home?” She asked, receiving only a nod. “No wonder he wanted me to leave out my spare key. I couldn’t figure out what he could possibly have wanted to leave here.” Y/n finished laughing slightly.

   After a few moments of just standing in the center of the room, the two moved to sit on the couch deciding to just cuddle as they talked. The conversation eventually faded and the two sat in a comfortable silence. “I’m so glad you’re home.” Y/n said as slowly drifted off to sleep laying on Toru’s chest.

  “I’m glad to be home.” Toru responded, quickly following Y/n into the realm of dreams.

(dividers by @/cafekitsune)

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Let Me Love You~

I hate college so much, why did I decide to work in the science field??? Why did no one stop me!! Anyways, I just got done with three tough exams and so now I am here to write for myself and for you lovelies! As always, I hope you enjoy~

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Warnings: Suggestive content, minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

feat: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento

Part II for these characters possibly?

Gojo Satoru

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so well, Y/n.” Toru praised as his hands rested on your waist. His breath brushed up against your ear as he spoke. Your body tensed up at the sudden contact, making your breath hitch as you stared at the bean bag you just shot. You and Toru were out training, working on your aiming skills with your cursed energy. You asked him to train you a bit on it as you knew he would be helpful. However, today he’s been nothing but the complete opposite.

Lately, you’ve been noticing Toru getting more handsy with you. You weren’t sure why, but each day it got progressively worse. Yes, you two were a couple…but you both made sure to hide it for a while so that it didn’t get in the way of your current mission. However, during that certain mission, unbeknownst to you, a good amount of men came up to you, flirting and practically throwing themselves at you. Toru loathed every second of it, and it was getting harder and harder for him to hold back. Every day that passed, it would always play in the back of his mind, distracting him from whatever it was that he was doing.

When he saw that the flirting wasn’t stopping, and saw how oblivious you were to it, he couldn’t handle it anymore and decided to find out ways to show everyone that you were his. And his alone.

At first, it was just cute hugs and kind compliments…but then it became more and more intimate.

Just the other day he kissed you on the forehead, almost catching people's attention. You tried to play it off, confused as to what he was doing, especially since he was the one who said they should make their relationship a secret for a while.

Yesterday was bad too. He held your face in his hands, bringing you close to his face as his lips brushed against yours….in front of people.

Thankfully, you dodged his kiss and played it off as a joke, allowing the others to think it was just Toru being the playful idiot he is.

But today…he was being ruthless. First, when you walked with some of the targets you were after, he showed up and wrapped his hand around yours, caressing it softly. Then, while you were eating lunch with them, he gently licked the inner corner of your mouth as he saw there was a bit of mochi filling on it. During that, his hand was caressing your inner thigh under the table, inching its way up towards your most sensitive area.

It was getting harder for you to contain yourself, especially when he kept giving you loving and lustful eyes.

And now, he was all over you during your training. Thankfully, no one was there to witness how he was handling you.

“Toru, what are you doing! We will get caught if you don’t get your hands off of me. What is up with you lately?” You asked, still confused as to why he started acting up suddenly.

With his mouth right behind your ear, he chuckled, placing a soft kiss to the outer shell.

”You mean to tell me that you don’t see it?” He asked, moving one of his hands that were on your waist under your shirt. His cool fingers slowly traced their way up and down your tummy, sending shivers down your spine. His body was so close to you, as if he were afraid you would suddenly disappear out of his grasp if he let go.

“S-See what?” You asked, trying to stifle your moan from his contact.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t aroused. He’s been teasing you all day and you knew for damn sure that your underwear were slowly getting ruined due to the arousal pooling down there.

Suddenly, his smirk disappeared and was quickly replaced with a frown. Images of you getting flirted with began to appear once again.

His hand on your waist tightened, making you concerned.

”Toru?”

“Them.” He said with frustration seething through his teeth.

“Them?” You repeated, still not sure what he was talking abou.

”Don’t you see how they talk to you? How they look at you? It’s like they’re undressing you right in front of me with their eyes.” He says, his grip still tight on you.

”My love, what are you talking about?” You whispered, sensing a group of people coming your way.

”Y/n, those men are all over you. And you are so fucking oblivious to it that it pisses me off.” He finished, biting your neck, trying to mark you.

A small shriek escaped your mouth as you tried to move, fearing someone would see.

”T-Toru! Stop! What if someone sees!” You whispered to him, unable to escape from his grasp.

”I don’t care. I’m tired of hiding our love from them. They will see it. Then, finally, they will stop.” He growled a bit, sucking and biting on the same area of your neck.

“But you said you wanted to hide it so it didn’t get in the way of-“

“I know what I said. And it was stupid of me to suggest that. Every day I have watched them come up to you and flirt like I wasn’t right there. I had to watch them touch what is mine. I watched them scan you up and down like you were nothing but a piece of meat…And I couldn’t do anything about it. All because of a stupid idea I proposed.” He interrupted, beginning to move his hands up your body to your chest.

”I hated every second of it.” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss to the bruised area on the back of your neck, staring at it with pride.

He turned you around, making you look up at him. You could see the anger and hurt in his eyes as memories of you and the other men kept playing in his head. It made your eyes soften as you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it with nothing but love.

”Oh, my sweet Toru~ I am sorry you went through that. I am sorry that I was oblivious to it, but that is only because I could never imagine myself with them in the way that I am with you. You are my one and only…and I could never look at someone with the same amount of love that I hold for you. My heart is yours, and yours alone.” I spoke, guilt building up inside of me due to the fact that I totally missed how he was feeling.

Toru’s heart raced as you said those words to him. He knew you meant every word, and his love for you just grew more than before. His frown was replaced with a soft smile as he placed his hand over yours, kissing it.

”I know, I know…and I want you to know that I am not blaming you in the slightest, nor am I mad at you. It’s them.” He said, kissing your forehead softly.

”How about we go out today? Just you and me.” You suggested, seeing Toru smirk.

”That sounds nice.” He started, placing his hands on your waist. You smiled up at him and nodded, about to start walking. However, his hands forbade you to move, keeping you right where you were. You looked up at him with confusion, still seeing his smirk plastered on his face.

”But I have something else I’d like to do instead.” He finished. Without hesitation, he picked you up and then slammed you into the nearest wall he could find, keeping you above the ground.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He lifted his blindfold, staring through your soul with his beautiful blue eyes. You instantly heard the sound of the men you two were after right behind the wall.

”Toru, what are you doing?” You asked with panic, trying to keep your voice down.

He chuckled once more, only this time it was more seductive and predatory-like.

”I told you already, my dear~ I am done hiding our love from everyone. I'm gonna show everyone just who you and I belong to~” He said, smashing his lips onto yours.

”Toru, we can’t do it out here! They will see us!” You tried to say in between his kisses.

”Oh, Y/n~ They won’t see you. Ill be sure of it. I only want to make them hear how good I make you feel~ How only my name is going to be the one slipping out of your mouth.” He said, kissing down your jawline.

”B-But what if they try to come in?” You questioned, trying to hide your moans through biting your lips.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at you with a smiley face.

”Then I will kill them. Only I get to see your beautiful body. No one else.” He said, going back to kissing you.

”Now, don’t hold back~Show them how good only I can make you feel~ You can do that for me, can’t you?” He asked, rubbing his knee up against you, making your back arch at the long awaited touch.

”mmm~” You moaned, nodding to his words, slowly losing yourself to him.

”that’s my good baby~” He said softly, going back to kissing your neck.

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Geto Suguru

I groaned from disgust as slime and dirt dripped off of my body. I couldn’t wait to take a long, nice, and warm bath. Those cursed beasts really took a toll on me this time and all I needed right now was to relax.

I open the door to mine and Suguru’s place, taking my shoes off at the entrance.

“Back already, my love? I’m almost done with the food, I just need a few…minutes.” Suguru said, coming towards me to kiss me. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as he looked you up and down with concern.

”Honey, what happened to you? You said you were just going to pick up some groceries!” He asked as he came to help you.

“I am fine, Suguru. I did get some items…but as I was making my way (Downtown, walking fast) back home, two curses decided to introduce themselves to me and attack me. Knowing I had no other choice, I fought them and killed them. Not only that, but their residue ruined the groceries I bought and now we can’t even use them.” I complained, trying to not get anything dirty.

“You should’ve called me, honey. What if something bad happened to you?” He asked, trying to hug you. You stepped away, however.

”No, babe, you’ll get dirty if you touch me. And you are wearing nice clothes right now.” You said

”I don’t care. Come here.” He said, pulling you into him and holding you close. The thought of you being alone terrified him. He should’ve been there. What if you weren’t able to fend them off? What if they were too strong? What if you…you…no he didn’t even want to think about it.

”Suguru? Are you okay?” You asked, feeling his grasp tighten around you.

He didn’t say anything, though. He was too lost in his mind at the thought of losing you.

You quickly took notice of it and placed your hand on his cheek, bringing him back to his senses.

”Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine, my love. You don’t have to worry about me.” You said, making him shake his head.

”No. I shouldn’t have even let you leave by yourself. I should’ve just gone with you instead.” He sighed, holding you close.

”Baby, its okay. Really.”

”No, its not. It’s dangerous out there…and I let you leave on your own! How stupid could I be?” He said to himself, growing angrier with himself by the second.

”Hey, look at me.” You spoke, forcing him to look down at you. You smiled softly at him and placed a soft kiss on his nose, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

”I know…its just that…I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/n. You mean far too much to me, and the thought of losing you…It’s just too much for me to process.” He said, slowly calming back down.

”Well let me just say this…” You said, pulling him closer to you.

”You won’t ever lose me. Come on, look at me. I’ve fought 8 cursed beasts all at once before! Two small ones are nothing…in fact, Ill be here for so long that you’ll eventually grow tired of me.” You joked, making him softly smile down at you. He grabbed your head and kissed you on the lips, kissing you with so much love and passion.

”I could never grow tired of you, my love.” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

“But still, I’m not going to let you go out alone ever again.” He finished, standing back up with a smirk. He turned around and took off his apron that he was wearing, going to the basement to place it in the dirty laundry. As he was down there, he yelled up to you.

”By the way, I ran a bath for you. I figured you’d like it to go and soothe yourself. Seems like it was a perfect day to do so.” He said, making your heart flutter at his thoughtfulness.

“Plan on joining me?” You teased, making him go silent.

”Don’t tempt me, baby. Besides, I still need to finish making the food. So you go wash up and when you come back down, we can eat.” He said, coming back upstairs.

I nodded, placing another kiss on his cheek before running up to our bathroom. I turned on the shower, washing all the dirt and slime off of me. I then turned the shower off and got out, going to our bathtub. It was still warm and there were even bubbles in there. You quickly dipped your foot in, testing the water to see how warm it was. Perfect!

You sink down into the bath, letting the warmth take over your body. The delicious aroma of lavender enveloped you, as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be transported to a world of serenity and relaxation. The warm embrace of the bath felt so good as you felt it begin to wash away the cares of the day and soothe your soul.

Your muscles relaxed as you went further down into the water, sprawling yourself out. The bath itself was very large. It was a spacious wooden tub, elegantly crafted with smooth curves and warm tones, beckoned with its deep, inviting interior.

You close your eyes, immersing yourself in the soothing warmth, allowing the fragrant bubbles to envelop your senses.

However, just as you were about to doze off, you heard the sound of the bathroom door open. You open your eyes to see your love standing tall above you.

He smirked down at you, seeing you enjoying the bath he made for you

”Enjoying yourself?” He asked, making you hum

”Of course. Although, I only wish you were in here with me~ It would make me feel even better.” You teased, closing your eyes once again.

However, when the sound of clothes being tossed on the floor was heard, your eyes snapped open. Before you could react, Suguru slipped into the bathtub with you, staring at you through his eyelashes.

You felt your face heat up as he scanned your body.

”S-Suguru I was just kidd-“

”Oh no. You said it would make you feel better if I were in here with you, did you not? Well as your loving husband, it is my job to make sure you feel good all together~” He said, slowly making his way towards you.

Your heart started to race as his hands started to make their way up your legs, sending shivers up your spine.

”You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, placing his hands in between your legs.

You felt your body tense up a bit at his hand placement, feeling him slowly spread your legs apart. You tried to close them, but he didn’t allow it. Instead, he came closer to you, placing his body right between your legs. He was now hovering over you, his hands caging you between him.

”You look even better from this angle though, my sweet angel~” He spoke softly, caressing your face with one of his hands.

Even though you were in a tub full of water, you could feel something pooling between your legs. You were becoming aroused rather quickly just from his simple touch.

“I wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours~” He continued, lowering his head so that his lips were only inches away from yours.

You felt his breath fan your mouth, your body slowly inching towards him as if he was magically pulling you in.

“Do you like this, my sweet angel?” He asked, moving his hand that was on your cheek slowly down your neck, tracing your collarbone. You moaned a bit from his touch, arching your chest up a bit. He smirked and chuckled, loving the effect he was having on you.

”How about I make you feel even better tonight? Hmmm? Would my sweet angel like that?” He asked, placing a kiss on your cheek, slowly moving down your jawline.

You nodded, moaning a bit more from his open mouth kisses on your jaw to your neck.

“I need to hear you say it, honey. I need to hear you say you want me~” He whispered in your ear, licking the outer shell of it.

You opened your mouth, quick to speak.

”Suguru~ I need you so bad right now~ Please~ Make me feel good in a way only you know how to~” You whined, feeling his lips on your neck once more. He sighed, feeling his cock twitch at your words.

”That’s my sweet angel~ Now, let me make you feel good in more ways than one tonight~” He said, grabbing your body and repositioning you two so that you were sitting on his lap.

”Let me help you relax~”

___________________

Nanami Kento

“That was a tough day, Kento. I don’t ever wanna go through something like that again.” You said, sitting down in the passenger's seat as he sat down in the driver's seat.

“I know. I’m just sorry you got wrapped up in all of this in the first place.” He said, a bit of guilt evident in his voice. He started the car up after he said that and began to drive away from the building we were just in. We had to investigate a murder that took place there. Apparently, two men were found dead there with both of their heads sliced right off. The only issue is that we couldn’t find any evidence of who or what could have done this. We spent hours upon hours there and left with nothing. We were both tired and stressed from it because these murders have been happening more recently lately. And they all end up in the same situation. With no lead, it feels as if we will never find the culprit behind this whole situation. It just feels like we are walking in circles.

I looked up at Kento and smiled softly, placing my hand on his free hand. I wrapped my fingers in his and brought it up to my face, placing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

”It’s not your fault, Kento. It’s no ones. We didn’t know that this case was going to be extremely hard, but that’s what we signed up for. It’s going to be a long and tough case to beat, but I know we can do it.” I said softly to him, still not letting go of his hand.

A small smile found its way to his face at your sweet words. Just hearing you say that started to make him feel a little better. He was just as equally stressed as you were, if not more. He was in on this case longer than you, and seeing that he was getting no where, he asked you to help him in hopes of getting something. But even with your help, nothing has changed. He was so lost at this point. He’s never been this bad before, therefore he was not used to it, nor did he like it.

Not only that, but he feels horrible for asking you to help him in the first place. You had your own job to work on, and now he’s just added more work on top of it. He noticed you were struggling to get any sleep because of it. You were just so damn passionate about everything you do, which is why he fell in love with you…but it was starting to worry him.

You were more important to him than anything in the world and the fact that you weren't taking good care of yourself bothered him to no end.

Every now and then, he would find himself having to force you to go to bed with him. Or he would have to remind you to eat. What’s worse is that he would focus so much on you,that he would forget about himself. That’s when you started to become worried. You two were so enveloped in work and the other person that you both didn’t even see that you, yourselves, were not taking care of your needs.

That’s when you both knew that this mission was taking a major toll on you.

You both needed to figure out a way to relieve your stress or else it was going to be too much for either of you.

”Maybe we should take a week off just for ourselves. I can call Toru and let him know. He would understand.” You suggested, looking up at your lover. He just stayed silent, however, not sure how to respond.

He would love nothing more than to just spend a week with just you. No work, no obnoxious people (Satoru Gojo), and no crime. Just you.

But a part of him felt like it would be selfish of him to just leave the mission like that for a week. What if something happens again and he’s not there?

”If you don’t want to do that, we could always figure something else out, my dear. But we need to figure something out soon because we both need the break.” You continued on, seeing the gears turning in your lovers head.

You knew he was overthinking again, going back and forth between work and his personal life. You weren’t mad at him about it, however. You did the same things too. But you knew one of you needed to come up with a plan, otherwise you two would struggle for the rest of this mission.

Plus, you also missed the time you two spent together. It had been almost 3 months since you two went out together just for fun. And you wanted to feel that again.

”No…you are right. We’ve been in this for way too long…and I notice the issues going on. I want to spend a week with you, my love…but to leave the mission to that idiot? It would be careless of me to do so.” Kento spoke up, making you smirk.

”Kento, you know he would never let anything bad happen. This is Satoru Gojo we are talking about. And yes, he is a cocky bastard 99 percent of the time….but even through all of that, he still makes sure everything goes to plan. Plus, he’s got help. I’ve noticed him and a special someone have been getting along quite well.” I mentioned, talking about my best friend.

“I still can’t believe you got him to fall in love. Who would’ve thought it possible.” Kento said, making you smile.

”I knew he had it in him. He just needed the right person to bring it out of him. And that person was my bestie!” You said with a small giggle, making Kentos heart skip at the sound of your laugh.

He suddenly placed his hand on your leg, giving it a tight squeeze.

”Okay, how about this. We tell Gojo we need to take a little break to get back to normal. We take three days off, and if we are still not feeling up to it, we take another three days off?” He suggested.

”That way, if we are back to our normal selves within three days, we can go back to helping investigate the crimes going on and hopefully putting an end to this case. If not, we stay the extra three days away from work.”

”That sounds good to me…though I have a feeling we will be using up as much time as we can get.” You said with a smirk.

He chuckled a bit, moving his hand up a bit. A small squeak came out of your mouth from his sudden movement, making Kento’s smile change into a sinister smirk.

”What’s wrong, my dear?” He asked, moving his hand up a bit more to your sensitive area.

Your body tensed up at his quick personality change. His cool fingers gripped the flesh of your thigh, surely leaving a mark.

”N-Nothing, Kento…” You said, trying to ignore his hand.

”Hmmm.” He said, going back to driving.

A good 10 minutes of silence passed as you stared outside the window, watching the buildings and cars go by. By this time, you had completely forgotten that Kento’s hand was still tightly wrapped around your thigh.

He, however, didn’t. He wanted to toy with you. His stress was still high, and he knew yours was too…so he figured what better way to relieve stress than with some nice and rigorous sex. He looked down, noticing the tight bulge in his pants. During the 10 minutes that passed, while you were looking at the scenery outside, he was thinking about where he could park so he could fuck the living daylights out of you. The thought of you underneath him as he split you in half turned him into something else.

Thankfully, you didn’t notice that you two were in an abandoned area…well not until he parked the car.

”Kento? What are we doing here?” You asked with confusion, looking up at him. However as you did, Kento looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes, his breathing slowly getting heavier as images of you in lewd positions filtered his mind.

”I need you.” He said…well more like growled.

”W-What?” You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“I. Need. You~” He repeated himself, unbuckling your seatbelt and lifting you up.

”Kento!” You exclaimed as you threw you in the back of the car.

He quickly undid his seatbelt and got in the back as well, pushing you down onto your back.

He was now towering over you, undoing his tie and taking his glasses off.

“Right now?” You asked, never thinking Kento would want to do it in a car.

”Right now, my love~ I can’t hold back anymore.” He said, placing his body weight on you, sandwiching you between the seat and him. His lips quickly attached to yours, kissing you with nothing but love, lust, and want. His hands caressed your body ever so gently. His fingers ran up your tummy, slowly pushing your shirt up to expose your chest. His legs got in between yours, making sure you couldn’t close them.

The windows quickly began to fog up due to both of your guys’ heavy breathing, but neither of you cared. You both were now enveloped in one another, wanting nothing but to feel the touch of each other.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, my dear~ So good that you won’t be able to forget this for weeks.” He spoke in between kisses. He forced your mouth open so that he could stick his tongue inside, playing and dancing around with your tongue.

”Kento~” You moaned in the kiss, feeling hot from the contact.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting between the two of you. He looked at your eyes, feeling his cock begging to come out and go inside of you already.

“Are you ready, my dear?” He asked, making you nod.

”Always for you, my sweet Kento~” You responded, pulling him back into you for a kiss.

”That’s my love~”

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[da-rum-darim-da]

soulmates.

it's angsty, bruh. <I was just reading solo for two and couldn't help it. T-T> And do let me know if I should extend it or add another part to it.

Gojo's version.

The sun shining down so innocently bright that day, the brids chirping as if they were singing me tales of two lovers as they perched on my balcony, the sunny side up that perfectly slid down the pan onto the toast... everything was a stark difference of things would usually go. And perhaps that sense of ominous dread that pooled in due to the events was not just a weird feeling that you should've shrugged off, it was a foreboding that the author of your life was hinting at.

The flowers. The Madonna Lilies bloomed at the windowsill, in the pot that you brought on a whim when you walked past the nursery during your last mission. How unusual, the gardener said it'd probably take it weeks to bloom, so how come the flower bloomed on the third day after it's purchase?

'Look 'Toru! It's the colour of your hair!' You haD sent the text with a smile on your lips. To which your boyfriend had replied, 'Do you miss me so much that you're seeing me in anything that's white, babe?' The reply had you laughing even when the shop-keeper looked upon you as if you were some crazy girl. You didn't care, you loved him, and he did too... maybe.

The air around the school was tense as it had been since the past few days since what Geto-senpai had did. Though it was baffling, you were not entirely privy to the fact that he was at his lowest before all this and perhaps because of you, he couldn't have his best friend with him to notice or support and comfort him out of it all.

'Say kouhai, do love him or do you like him?' Geto asked. You should have read into the tone of his voice, the inneundo behind the softer baritone came with a raw emotion and not out of casualness. But you were too busy, watching 'Toru-senpai get bombarded with teasing remarks by Shoko-senpai and Haibara-kun. So you replied, with your eyes fixed on your lover, 'I... Love him.' In the gaze he returned, there was something you couldn't comprehend. It was already a big deal for you that Toru-senpai accepted your confession, and the brief hesitation he had was the first droplet of insecurity in you, though at that time it wasn't dictated towards Geto-senpai.

Because of the heavy mission yesterday, you were given an off today. But the perfect events of the morning made you feel jittery, so you let yourself go with the flow and decided to get your mind off things and chose to get something for sweet for Toru instead, from Momofuku. After struggling a lot between the delicious and wide range of options you gave up and brought both the matcha and red bean filled mochis. And later returned to your dorm. A quick nap followed soon after because of the painkillers.

'You should walk faster, little legs.' He'd joked but you only huffed about it and he, seeing that expression on you somehow caved in. Ruffling your hair he chuckled, 'Suguru's just as fast as me you know, hence I couldn't adjust to your pace. I'll try hence, hm?' You smiled back. Another drop of insecurity added to my already overflowing heart, at the unusual acceptance and the very casual comparison.

The evening had arrived and 'Toru too had come. But how you found that was not something that you'd ever liked. His cursed energy was all over the place. You dashed to his dorm, the mochis long forgotten in the frigde, the nipped flower still in the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Toru! Satoru! GOJO SATORU!" Your voice didn't reach his ears as he harshly threw things in his room and banged his fists on the wall, all in blind rage.

A single name flying past his lips, in a cruel way that held his unanswered questions, his anguish, his hurt. The tone of his vouice was too foreign, too much. Though you knew that behind the mask of the childish likeness and pretense casualness that was off only during serious missions was a just a boy, you didn't want your boyfriend to be like this, never, even if it was inevitable considering his habit of keeping things such as emotions to himself.

You reached out to touch him. but he harshly flicked away your hand, "Go away, unless you're Suguru!"

You weren't Suguru, but you couldn't leave him after seeing him like this. You tried again, and that had your insecurities confirmed.

"Get off me! You are not Suguru and you'd never be! Do you even realise, what I have lost today? I LOST MY FRIEND, THE ONLY ONE I HAD! A FRIEND, NO A SOULMATE!" With a frown and red rimmed eyes, which once held something towards you now look at you with anger and frustration, holding you searching gaze.

The admittance probably had relieved him a little, so his voice came out a lot softer than before, "Just go away. I don't want to see anyone. Especially not you."

What had he meant by the especially not you? Was the question you had an inkling of an answer to you as you made your way away from him, back into your dorm.

The hesitation. The casual comparison. The lax behaviour, without actual love. The affection that was the same to everyone. You realised, it was only you in the relationship. And how could he even bring himself to love you when he was already madly, wholly and completely in love with another, a man at that. A man you could never be even if you tried, that friend, the Geto Suguru. There was only one of him, and he'd held the heart of the man you loved.

And perhaps, in every universe, every parallel multiverse, every life, every reincarnation, in every era... There was a Geto Suguru made for Gojo Satoru, and a Gojo Satoru for Geto Suguru. No one else can ever be there. No one else. You were the other woman, in a relationship of two pure, star-crossed lovers. You were the villainin their love story.

I'm sorry if the ending felt rushed, the actual outline was something else and I couldn't connect them two, but later on I will definitely try to make that version. T-T

[ambiguouslady42]

Remember Summer Days: Chapter 7 - Take Me Out

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Female OC

Genre: Fluff.

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @hayatoseyepatch, @jellyfishsart,

@peachsukii, @awkwardchick87

Summary: The date continues and the anxiety looms.

Chapter 6

Note: My favourite band of all time is Franz Ferdinand.

Satoru and Isabel are walking hand-in-hand back to the car. As Isabel looks up to observe Satoru’s face, he looks down at her. They both share a reassuring smile. However, as they walk ahead, anxiety is building deep in Isabel’s core. She knows that she feels the butterflies; she longs to show her affection towards Toru, but now she feels a worry looming as well. 

Satoru knows that he will continue to make this night perfect for her. He rushes to open the door for her and they get into the car. Between the both of them, they can’t resist smiling and giggling. They both took the leap of faith, but Isabel does wonder if it’s only her that feels the anxiety. How can she share her fears with him when they just confessed how they feel? Shouldn’t this be a happy occasion? She figures that she will mask her anxieties until there’s a moment when they can continue to be alone.

“Where is this pupusa place? Did I say that right?” Satoru asks.

“Yes, you did! And, don’t worry, I can lead the way. You’ll to want to go down the hill, find Vermont, then…” Isabel gets interrupted by the driver.

“I know exactly where we’re going. On Glendale Blvd, right?” the driver looks up at them. 

“YES! That’s the place. Do you go there often?” she asks excitedly. 

“Not as often as I’d like, but I love eating the ones with the pork, bean, and cheese,” he responds. 

“If I didn’t know better, you want some too, right?” she asks. There’s a playful tone to her now. Satoru is noticing this slight change in demeanour. She seems much more playful and outgoing at this moment. Did he have something to do with it?

It’s a gift to be able to mask certain emotions. Isabel is only masking her anxieties to not worry Satoru. She feels scared because this relationship can only go so far. There’s so much risk that goes into committing your time to someone. She acknowledged this risk, but now she wonders: how much time they’ll be spending together? Will he force her to do certain things if they’re a couple? What if he gets bored with her?

Isabel…Izzy…Earth to cutie…

“What?” she realizes that she is deep in thought. 

“What are you thinking about?” Satoru asks her.

“Nothing! Just trying to live in the moment”, she shares a reassuring smile. She grabs his hand to hold it to reassure Satoru that there’s nothing to worry about at all. She brushes her thumb against his index finger. He kisses her head, but he realizes that there might be something that she’s hiding from him. 

The radio is playing in the car. This time, the driver decided to put on a radio station that Isabel was very familiar with; 106.7 KROQ. At that moment, a song that makes Isabel snap out of all her anxieties begins to play. She releases a small little scream as it’s playing. This startles the driver and Satoru.

“OH, I’M SORRY. THIS IS MY SONG! Isabel is trying to contain all her excitement at this moment. She proceeds to sing along, “I say don’t you know, you say you don’t know, I say take me out!” She’s dancing in her seat and moving along to the beat. Satoru is just staring at her. He is in awe of this side of her. The smile that is coming out as she sings along. Even her eyes show that she’s smiling.

She feels a warmth all over her body, but she’s not about to stop now. This is her song. “This is Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand. My favourite band in the entire world. I have only seen them twice, but I hope to go to more shows eventually.” Her smile continues to radiate; it’s infectious at this point. Satoru begins to grin at her and dances along with her. 

“This song is very catchy.” he expresses.

“If you’d like, we can listen to the whole album together!” she responds. The song is over and she’s still feeling the elated feeling from listening to her favourite song on the radio. The anxiety kind of dissipates at this point. She realizes what she had just proposed to Satoru.

“I’d love to listen to music with you, Izzy.” he softens his voice. “Besides, it’ll help me get to know the girl I like so much.” Satoru proceeds to play with her hand. He brings it closer to his lips and presses a kiss on her knuckles. 

Isabel releases a nervous giggle. She retracts her hand back to her lap. She feels like she’s being treated like a princess, but feels shy again at the affection coming from Satoru. The warmth in her body lingers. To further hide her expression, she looks out the window as they’re moving along the neighbourhood. 

“Izzy, there’s nothing for you to be shy about. I like seeing this side of you. I can say with certainty that deep down you are fun to be around. There’s nothing that you can do to push me away.”

As the last words that came out of Satoru’s mouth linger in the air, Isabel realizes that she can be herself to the full extent. She did just show him a side that no one sees; even at school, nobody knows this side of her. At best, only Mariella knows her. She took a moment to look at him again and decided to take his hand back into hers.  Isabel cannot see the pink that appears on Satoru’s face, but the way that he holds her hand back reassures her that she does indeed return his affections. 

They arrive at the restaurant soon after. When they open the door, it’s very lively. There is plenty of loud chatter and music playing in the background. Satoru has no idea what the songs are saying or what the people are conversing about. To Isabel, this isn’t out of the ordinary. She’s used to going to places that are generally loud due to her family visiting such establishments. It can be overwhelming, but welcoming at the same time. She mentions to a waitress that she seeks a table for two in Spanish. 

Yet more things that he’s learning about his Izzy. The best can be brought out through her favourite songs, she’s a walking encyclopedia of knowledge, and she speaks Spanish! Above all, he finds her to be so charming and cute. 

“Let me know if this is too overwhelming and we can find somewhere else to go,” Isabel mentions to Satoru. It interrupts his train of thought about her. “Nah! I’m okay, Izzy. This is different, but in a good way,” he grins.

The waitress signals to them where to sit. She brings them the menus. The majority of the menu is in Spanish. However, he knows he has a translator sitting across from him to guide him. “Alright, so what you want are pupusas. We don’t need to mess around and look at the entire menu. I’ve been eating these since I was a little girl. I hope you love cheese!” Isabel explains to Satoru. As she’s talking, he observes how happy she looks again and the dimple forming.

“So what do you think I should get?” he asks her.

“Well that all depends on what you like. Do you like beans? Do you like pork? Do you like cheese?” she presses him.

“I like all of those things” he answers her. He is curious about what the food will taste like, but he trusts Izzy’s recommendation at this point.

“Well, if you don’t mind them all together, they do mix the fillings all together. They’re known as revueltas”, she continues,  “Oh right before I forget, the best way I can describe a pupusa to someone who has never had them is like a stuffed pancake. It’s savoury, it’s amazing. There are no other words I can use to describe them.”

“Which ones are your favourite ones to eat?” curious to know what her palette likes.

“I’m very boring, so I like the cheese ones the most. I didn’t grow up eating the revueltas, so I stick to what I know,” she states very matter of fact. “Besides, you’re going to be putting pickled cabbage and a red sauce on top which enhances the flavours here. Oh! And I highly recommend pairing this with horchata. It’s a rice drink mixed with nuts and seeds. It tastes sweet and comforting.”

“Say less, Izzy. I will be trying that!” Satoru says excitedly. 

The waitress comes over to take their order. Isabel indicates that they’ll both be drinking horchata to start with. She continues to state she will have 2 cheese pupusas. She signals Satoru how many he wants; he responds using his fingers and he signals for 10 of the pork, beans, and cheese. She just stares at him wide-eyed, even the waitress stares at him, but she just laughs and walks away. 

“Are you sure you can eat that many in a sitting dude?” Isabel asks him.

“You underestimate how much I can eat. Besides, if I don’t finish them, I can always just take them to go,” he reassures her.

“If you say so, dude…” she answers, unsure if he’ll be able to eat that much.

They receive their drinks first. The waitress just drops the straws in front of them before she rushes to another table. Isabel places her straw into her drink and takes a small sip. She’s aware that she needs to savour this drink. Satoru follows her lead and as he takes the first sip, his eyes widen. He is awed by the taste of the horchata. So much so that he begins to finish the drink in one gulp. 

Isabel is now in awe at how quickly he consumes his drink. “Dude, you have to pace yourself! They don’t give out free refills!”

“How can I when it tastes SO good?” he shouts.

“Oh my god, lower your voice, Toru,” Isabel commands.

“What?! Most of these people aren’t even speaking at room volume.” he retorts

“You got me there.” she shrugs. 

The waitress does another circle around their table and sees the empty cup of horchata. She asks Isabel if it would be best to bring a pitcher of the drink. Isabel, slamming the palm of her hand on her face, just nods yes. Satoru began to laugh at her. He wasn’t not even a smidge embarrassed.

“Am I sensing judgment from you?” Satoru questions her.

“Mmmm, maybe?” Isabel responds playfully. 

“Careful, if you play with matches you might get burned, Izzy.” 

“Oh? Is that a threat?” she begins to smile coyly. 

Before they can continue, their food is brought to the table. The pickled cabbage is placed between them, along with the salsa. The waitress just tells them to enjoy their food as she walks away. 

“There are two ways to enjoy this”, Isabel informs Satoru. “You can either eat it with your hands, like you’re supposed to, OR, you eat them with them a fork and knife, which will be frowned upon.”

“Which way do you eat them?” he asks.

“The wrong way! If I’m judged, so be it!” she replies happily.

“Well, I’m going to try to do this with my hands.” 

“Okay, if I may, you can put some of the cabbage on the side along with the sauce. Then rip the pupusas with your hand and eat to your heart’s content.” 

Isabel decides at this moment to try to eat it the proper way. Their dinner becomes very messy, very quickly. Hands are getting dirty and there is a struggle to keep the cabbage on their proportioned bites. They both begin to laugh as they struggle to eat through their dinner. This is the fun that Isabel desired to have. She felt happy about how the evening was going. That looming anxiety that she felt earlier was not an issue at this point, but she knew that she would need to talk about what was to come for their pending relationship. 

As promised, Satoru ate all his food. Of course, thankfully the table had plastic covers because sauce and cabbage were surrounding their plates. With the last little bit of horchata, Satoru poured it into Isabel. She felt that this was a grand gesture as this was his way of sharing what was his. She felt her heart warm because it showed that he slowly wanted to share something with her.

Before they go, Isabel ordered a separate order of pupusas for Satoru’s driver. The restaurant slowly began to get emptier and emptier. Soon it was just the two of them. The music stopped playing. Despite all their chatter and playfulness, they began to share this silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Satoru felt that he didn’t need to keep talking. There was a connection here, but he also knew that there was more to say. He smiled at her and she returned it. 

Before Izzy took out her wallet, Satoru rushed up to pay for the bill. Isabel just stared in shock at how quick he was to respond the moment that she tried to pay. “It’s a date, Izzy. There is no way you’ll ever pay for anything.”

Of course, she thought. The hand-holding, the kissing, the slight flirtations. All of it was indicative that this had to be a date. By finally hearing the confirmation, she was elated that she wasn’t the one to say it. She loved every moment of tonight. 

On the way back to the car, Satoru decided to put his arm around Isabel. She decided to run ahead and tap on the driver’s window. She happily gave him the food in the takeout containers. “Oh, you didn’t have to do any of that! Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome! I’m so grateful for taking us everywhere!” Isabel tells him with gratitude in her heart.

As Isabel is about to open the car door by herself, Satoru beats her to it. She smiles at him and they both hop into the car. She informs Satoru that if he’d like to continue seeing her, she needs to go home soon. At this point, her wish was his command. 

The driver gets Isabel home quickly. Despite that there was a ticking clock, Satoru decided to walk Isabel near the steps to enter her apartment. This felt like the most appropriate moment to have that talk that she’s been avoiding.

She takes a deep breath and she looks up at him. “I’m scared, Toru. I’m scared that we’re going so fast, but not fast enough. I feel that we won’t be able to see each other that much. I'm not sure if I can wait a whole week to see you. What if you get tired of waiting for me?

In this moment, he wraps his hands around her waist and kisses her. All the worries Isabel had melted away with the warmth of his kiss. He wraps his arms around her even tighter. She’s holding onto his arms. The kiss pauses and she leans back in for another kiss. She likes the warmth it brings her.

“Stop,” she says.

“Did I do something?” he asks worriedly. 

“Not at all. If anything, I feel like I could do it all night, but that’s not it. I feel like we can’t kiss away what worries us.” she says. Isabel proceeds to sit on the steps. Satoru follows her.

“Izzy, we will figure it out. I probably know that I can’t wait a whole week to see you either. If I have to, I’ll pick you up from school. I’ll make sure that I'm not a distraction. We’ll still have dates too. I do want to see you as much as I can before I go back.” 

There was a dedication to this statement; Isabel at first questioned if he could commit this. Yet, somehow, she believed him. What she is yet to discover is how dedicated he is to something. In this case, how dedicated he is to spending time with her.

“Okay?” she says.

“Okay then,” he responds to her. With this, he grabs her face gently and kisses her. One kiss, then two kisses, and then three kisses total. Their faces were blushing. Although, the feeling is mutual between them. 

Isabel giggles. “I like like you, Toru” 

He smiles at her. He stares at her with his bright, blue eyes. “I like like you too, Izzy.”

He helps her get up from the steps and she begins to walk into the apartment. “Let me know when you get back home,” she says.

“I will, Izzy. Good night.” Satoru says. As she goes inside her back is turned. He blows a kiss as the door closes.

[yepperoniro]

Class 1-A's HC Scent.

In no specific order

1. Shoto Todoroki: Sandlewood and Blue Cypress. Somehow smells Both fresh and warm. [He uses Bleu de Channel. It compliments the Cypress.]

2. Izuku Midoriya... after showering Italian bergamot, juniper, and fresh musk. The musk get stronger and stronger until he smells like a crowded amusement park line. [He uses soap (almight branded) and water.]

3. Katsuki Bakugo: naturally he smells very Sulfuric and musk. He uses Axe Too Much Axe. Axe Excite specifically.

4. Shota Aizawa: Aromanic Sage and Tonka Bean. [He uses an unscented 3 in 1.]

5. Tsuyu Asui: Patchouli and Agave Nector [uses Lavender scented all natural soaps]

6. Fumikage Tokoyami: Amber, and Spiced Bergamot. [Uses Oldspice Wolfthorn]

7. Tenya Ida: who knows he uses way too much Dior Sauvage and he showers enough and doesn't have such an offensive scent to notice.

8. Momo Yaoyorozu: Sugared Musk and Lavender. [She uses vanilla scented products.]

9. Ochaco Uraraka: Strawberry Vanella Beans [She uses scentless products.]

10. Eijiro Kirishima: White Pepper and Strong Musk. [He uses Oldspice Captian.]

11. Mina Ashido: Peonies, Plum musks, and over all sweet. (Perhaps too sweet.) [She uses Calvin Klein Obsession. It helps tame the scent.]

12. Mezou Shoji: Musk and Ceader wood. [Uses whatever he gets in his multiple hands.]

13. Mashirao Ojiro [my birthday buddy]: Sandlewood and Neroli nectar. (Uses Dawn Dish soap. If it's strong on pots and pans, it's fine for him... Someone help him...)

14. Denki Kaminari: Clementines and Mandarins. (Uses Axe Apollo. And tons of it. He doesn't need to as much as his classmates he just likes to fit it. Someone take the spray away from him!)

15. Kyoka Jiro: Patchouli and Sandelwood. (She uses Rose scented products.)

16. Hanta Sero: Cheesy... slightly Feminine surprisingly... very bad BO. Man showers when he sees his homies showering (after hero class and such.) [He covers himself with Axe Gold Temptation. And he needs it well he needs something... not as bad as Midoriya doe...]

17. Rikidou Satao: Smells woody and Tonka Bean. Naturally. He usually smells like sugar brown sugar, whip topping, or pound cake.

18. Koji Kodo: Musk and Mahogany. [He uses five in one Irish springs]

19. Toru Hagakure: cherry blossoms, Asian pears, and soft musk. [She uses Loves Baby Soft.]

20. Yuga Aoyama: Tangerines, Peaches and Oranges. Overall, fruity (I didn't even mean it like that.) [He uses Versace Eros]

21. Hitoshi Shinso: Leather, Amber Woods and Soft Musk. [He uses smells that compliment his natural scent.]

Wait did you want Mineta as well...

Okayy....

Minoru Mineta: Strong Musk! Not pleasant musk either. He smells like jizz like dried cum. It's always a thing. He tries to cover it with cheep Lavender and Vanilla. He ends up smelling like putrid Jizz, Generic Hand lotion, and chemicals. (Happy now? Cause I'm not. I had to imagine what all that would smell like)

[satorusugurugurl]

Hiii can i request reader x gojo, where reader keeps ruining his orgasm n just messing with him? And he’s all whiny and begging and shit? 🥺👉👈

Cranberry Juice and Rings

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,725

Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, smut, whinny Gojo, dirty talk, sexting, toys

A/N: Ah, nothing like a good old whing Gojo fic! I love whimpering, groaning men!

Satoru was known by many as a pain in the ass. He was arrogant and cocky, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. He was one of your favorite people, a goofball, and he spoiled you rotten. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

But he was Gojo Satoru. Some days, he was unbearable to deal with, even for you. Days like today, for example. You had gotten a nasty UTI and were on a strict sex ban for a week. Gojo had been kind the first few days, picking up your prescription along with cranberry juice and supplements. By day four of the sex ban, he was pent up and decided it would be fun to tease you relentlessly. He started sexting you, sending you pictures and voice memos that had you clenching your thighs to try to ease the throbbing between your legs.

Satoru: I’m so sweaty! Look, it’s running down my V-line, baby~!

You: Stop trying to turn me on asshole. I literally cannot flick my bean or have sex for the next three days.

Satoru: Oh? That sucks for you. I don’t have to deal with that.

The man then proceeded to send you a video of him jerking off in the bathroom. If you didn’t feel like razors sliced you each time you used the bathroom, you would have found him and made him pay for a new pair of underwear and take care of the mess he had turned you into. However, the unpleasant throbbing between your legs prevented you from acting upon your desires.

You: Keep it up, Satoru. I will make you regret your choices.

Satoru: Oooh, I’m so scared~!

Your dear, sweet, idiotic boyfriend did not heed your warning. He only seemed to get worse after your ominous threat. Three days of torture later, Satoru eagerly ra into your shared condo, his calendar chiming with a reminder today was the day your medical sex ban was lifted. He has a week's worth of pussy eating to make up for, and he planned to take his time with you.

”Sweetheart!” He sang out, making his way through the condo. “I hope you’re ready!” Stepping inside the bedroom, Satoru blinked, finding you sitting on the edge of the bed in your sky-blue lace set. “What a good girl you are!” Drooping to his knees before you, he clapped his hands together. “Thanks for the mea—“

”Shut the fuck up and get on the bed.”

The stern tone of your voice has Satoru staring. “I’m sorry?” His smile was full of confusion as he forced your legs apart. “I said thanks for the meal, didn’t I?” Satoru began to dip his head between your thighs, but before he could reach your sweet, dripping core, you put your foot on his forehead, pushing him away. “Hey!” His bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“Didn’t I warn you I would make you regret sending me all those thirst trap pictures and messages?”

”H-Huh?”

”I said, didn’t I warn you I would make you regret your choices?”

”W-Well, I m-mean you did, but I—“

”Good, boy.” A round silicon ring hit him in the face. “Now put that on and get on the bed.” Gulping, Satoru shakily did as you commanded, regret setting in the pit of his stomach as he did.

Any hopes for mercy went out the window as you bounced up and down on his cock as he sat upright against the headboard. You were grinning, hands gripping his shoulders as you came around him, pulling off, denying him the pleasure of feeling your cum, denying his orgasm for the third fucking time.

”F-Fuck Toru~ you’re such a good dildo.”

”S-Sweetheart—please, baby, I need you.”

”You need me?” You questioned with faux sympathy. “Oh, sweet boy, am I teasing you too much?” A delicate hand wrapped around his red throbbing length, the cock ring preventing him from cumming, thus making him ten times more sensitive.

”A-Ah! Yes, yes, baby, please, please, I need you!” Blue eyes watched as you stroked your hand up and down, pre-cum dribbled out of his tip, running over your manicured nails. “Oh fuck, I can feel it, keep going, keep going don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” Satoru cried out as you wrapped your other hand around him. Your hands squeezed his shaft as you moved them up and down, smirking as he whimpered, eyes transfixed on your tiny hands as his mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape. “Are you close, Toru? Are you going to make a mess for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

”Gonna cum pretty boy?”

”Fuck yes! Oooh fuck I’m so close, so fucking close, almost there, almost there!”

The second you saw white lashes flutter, you yank your hands away, preventing him from reaching his sweet release. Your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and shot open in disbelief, focusing on the throbbing, swollen red tip that sobbed pre-cum instead of actual cum. His dick looked as upset as him, the intense orgasm fading.

”Babe!” Satoru threw his head back against the wooden frame with a pathetic whine. “I wanna cum!” Reaching out, you gently rubbed the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip.

”You wanna cum?”

”Yes, so bad!”

You straddled his hips with a hum, lowering yourself back down onto his velvety shaft with a satisfied moan. “Well, that sucks for you, I don’t have to deal with that.” You quoted his text before dragging your tight wet pussy up and down his swollen cock.

Satoru cried out, whining as you used his cock like it was a sex toy. This was literal torture, feeling your wet, warm walls clamp down around him, watching you tilt your head back in pleasure. Even hearing your moans fill the bedroom was driving him insane. You looked so hot and beautiful when you used him like this. He just wished he could be holding onto your hips, fucking his cock up into you, filling you with his cum as you both lost yourselves in pure orgasmic bliss. Lips moving against lips, swallowing each other, moans as you came down.

Instead, Satoru was crying out, whimpers sounding in the back of his throat. His hands fisted the sheets as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. He had thought teasing you this week was all fun and games! Get you all worked up and desperate for him to rearrange your insides. In his horny mind, it was like mental edging without touching

Yourself. What a terrible mistake that had been. The only one having fun and getting off at the current moment was you. While he suffered from the worst case of blue balls in his entire life.

“Shit! Oooh, shit!” Your brows furrowed as you cried out, reaching down and rubbing your clit. “C-Cumming~! Cumming Toru!” Just as your orgasm hit, you pulled off of him, squirting all over his stomach and cock with a squeal.

“F-Fuck, oh god.” Satoru quickly grabbed his cock, stroking himself off while you came all over him. “So hot~ so fucking hot!”

You recovered just in time to see Satoru jerking himself off, the tips of his ears turning red as his eyes began to roll back. “Nuh-uh!” swatting his hands away, Satoru groaned. “Bad boy!” When he reached for his swollen cock again. You grab both his wrists, pinning them down on either side of him. “I said no!” Poor Satoru cried out in frustration, tears welling in his eyes.

“Sweetie, baby, please.” He sobbed, cock dribbling more pre-cum onto his lower abdomen. “Please let me cum, please, baby, please! I'm sorry I was such an ass this week. I won't ever do it again!” Fingers gripped the sheets underneath him. “Please let me cum! Please!” Those tears filling his eyes finally spilled over his white lashes, staining his flushed cheeks.

“Oh, my baby~” Leaning in, you locked the salty tears up with the tip of your tongue. “You learned your lesson?”

“Uh-huh!” Satoru hiccuped as more tears streamed down his face.

“You see how it's not nice to tease? How cruel is it to cum in front of your partner when you're unable to do anything?”

“Yes! I’m sorry, honey! So sorry!”

Releasing both his wrists, you grabbed the sparkly blue cock ring that was securely on his base. “Good boy, Toru.” As soon as the toy was off, Satoru shoved you off, pushing you into the mattress. “Ooh fuck!” Giggled erupted as he threw both your feet over his shoulders before sliding into you.

“So good! S-aS good!” He cried out, throwing his head back, crying softly, and he slammed on and out of you. “I’m going to cum! Please cum with me! Milk my cock, baby! Milk it!”

“Yes, Toru! Cum inside of me, baby!” Your fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing it back and forth, whimpering as Satoru twitched inside of you. “Cum on, baby~ cum for me!”

Satoru’s jaw dropped open, eyes clamped shut as he cried out. He was crying out your name, whining, and whimpering like a cat in heat. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, filling you to the absolute brim, leaving you crying out with him. He rubbed his hips against you, only stopping when his eyes rolled back, dizziness overcoming him.

He collapsed onto your chest, full weight resting on you as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. He could stay like this forever, but just as he found himself dozing off, you were tapping on his shoulders. Lazily lifting his head, cerulean eyes met yours.

“Five minutes; I’m pushing you off if you stay inside me any longer.”

“Huh? Why?” Your boyfriend panted out.

“The last time we fell asleep like this, I got a UTI!”

“Mmm, it’s fine.” he’s sleepy, wrapped his arms around you. “Just five minutes.” you relaxed against him as he agreed on your time limit. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Satoru.” as he snuggled in closer, humming sleepily, you smiled, fingers brushing strands of hair off his brow. Maybe ten minutes wouldn’t hurt.

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[shveris]

satosugu, crack oneshot, based on this official art (their asses are not working)

satorou really, really, hates his job. absolutely hates it.

but for all the wrong reasons.

warnings: drinking, cigarettes, satosugu’s frontal lobe is on vacation

“how can someone be so dense?!” the brunette clickes her tongue softly before chugging down the rest of her beer. everything about this is horribly entertaining but also incredibly frustrating.

“you know, satorou, you could just tell him you have the fattest crush of mankind on him”, she suggests (for the nth time) and the man next to her continues whining into the counter his head is currently resting on.

“bitch i did! like, three fucking times already! he always responds with ‘and i will crush your head if you don’t bla bla bla’”, he complains, waving his right hand around in the air to make his point.

shoko did not sign up for this.

“you think an intervention would help?”, she ponders, half serious, half joking, and it has her friend snort loudly. he turns his head to look at her, brows raised: “intervention for what exactly, to drop his obliviousness? he was born with that i fear, good luck.”

“nah, he needs to stop being in denial”, shoko rolls her eyes and immediately regrets it as she feels the 6 pints of beer kicking in (finally), “he looks at you as if you were the world, man, sickening to watch.” satorou giggles like a middle schooler.

“either way, you better hurry the fuck up with this, i don’t wanna be losing my money because you two morons can’t get your shit together.” shoko presses her lips to a thin line, thinking about the fifty bucks she had bid on her two friends, and hakari’s shit eating grin.

“i still can’t believe everyone of y’all made a fucking bet out of us, such bad friends and coworkers, i’ll complain to HR tomorrow!” the brunette can only snort and fishes for the pack of malboro in her pocket.

“complain about what?” satorou falls off his chair — and gets caught because of fucking course he gets caught, man’s a damn princess, shoko thinks — upon hearing the voice behind him. ocean eyes wide in shock when he whips his head around: “suguru! don’t sneak up on us like that!” he lets himself get manhandled back onto the barstool.

“and your balance sucks.” the raven keeps one of his arms wrapped around satorou and holds his free hand out to their girl bestie, asking for a cigarette. she stares both of them up and down, eyes lingering on suguru gripping satorou’s waist, and shoves a cigarette into his hands, muttering a curse.

“nah, nah, my balance’s perfectly fine”, the white haired claims, pressing himself closer to suguru’s chest, “i could show you!” the ravenette looks at him with amusement written all over his face: “and how exactly do you plan to ‘show me’?”

“well, for starters, i’m great at walking perfectly straight on the stones of a sidewalk! not that i’m straight but you get the point. and then, also, i think i could keep my balance very well after bouncing on your dick for hours!”

shoko wants to go home. she can feel the lesbian inside her leave. she should start being homophobic or something. change of careers.

“you don’t have the stamina to bounce on my dick for hours, ‘toru”, suguru rolls his eyes, takes a hit from his cigarette, as if he’s talking about the damn weather. shoko meets satorou’s eyes and she can see a vein pop on his forehead: “you see this shit, shoko?!”

“dear lord, yes i do, and i wish i weren’t”, she mumbles. the bet has been going for over a month already, she really didn’t think it’s this bad. maybe she should do something? but, nah, that’d be against the rules of the bet, she’s pretty sure sukuna would beat her up for cheating.

“so, back to that ‘reporting things to HR’ stuff, what was that about?”, suguru asks and the brunette is very tempted to spill the beans — but, again, that’d be against those goofy rules so she keeps her mouth shut, looking at satorou because that man is a born actor.

“eh, someone took a shit in the employees restroom today and didn’t flush”, satorou waves his hand up and down, again, and shoko will always be impressed by how good of a liar he is.

“sounds like toji”, suguru thinks, “that man has issues, dude, how he hasn’t been charged for assault yet is one of the seven world wonders.” satorou only nods in agreement and shoko orders another beer.

“not sure how you made a correlation between ‘not flushing the toilet’ and ‘felony’ but okay.” satorou barks with a singular ‘hah!’ and shuts up when suguru pinches his waist.

“no, you know what, actually- this makes a lot of sense-“, shoko has her eyes on the raven again, “something’s wrong in your frontal lobe, logical thinking seems to not be working for you properly.” suguru only feels half insulted because he has no idea what a frontal lobe is but he does get the implication of shoko telling him he’s stupid.

“fuck’s that supposed to mean”, he still asks, with playful anger lacing his words. there is a tinge of curiosity nagging his mind, whispering to him that he missed out on something. shoko is definitely hinting towards some underlying issues there.

“eh, figure it out for yourselves”, she dismisses his question and takes a sip of her beer, the bitterness of it tasting sweet in contrast to the cigarettes she’s been inhaling. suguru has his eyes averted and hums a “uh-huh” with his lips around the filter before he shifts his attention to the white-haired once again.

“suguru, can we go to this new pastry shop after our shift? they have new items on their menu!” the raven smiles fondly upon seeing the excitement in satorou’s whole body language and he finds himself agreeing — not that he is ever able to say “no” to him anyway.

“we could also pick out some flowers, i have a picknick planned for us on thursday night”, suguru puffs out the cigarette smoke and undoes the buttons of his uniform coat to get some air. he misses the confused looks the other two are giving him and tries not to cry when the smoke catches in his eyes. why does it always have to sting this bad?

“picknick? how come?”, satorou eventually asks, curiosity and suspicion walking hand in hand inside his mind. he watches as the ravenette lifts his head and takes the half-finished cancer stick between his index and middle finger: “for our anniversary? who’s head are you in right now, satorou.”

gojo satorou’s soul left his body.

his chin is on the floor — never mind that, he is floored. absolutely floored.

shoko almost chokes on the mouthful of alcohol and is convinced she just imagined hearing that, telling herself she is just drunk and wants to be out of her misery (she wants her money). but then she takes another look at suguru and is sure this is, as a matter of fact, reality and very much the present. she tries to close her mouth but it’s not working in her favour: “what. the fuck.”

suguru looks at them as if they’d just insulted his whole bloodline, mild irritation and annoyance making the crease between his eyebrows deep like canyons.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck’?”, he asks and satorou doesn’t even hear him because he’s more than chin-deep inside his own brain, too fuzzy and it feels like his body is vibrating — he doesn’t know his mouth is still very much wide open and suguru wants nothing more than to shove his dick inside.

since shoko is generally faster in gathering herself so she quickly tries to make sense of the raven’s words: “what do you mean ‘what do you mean’?”

truly the conversation of geniuses.

shoko is pretty sure satorou short-circuited, the man having his chin so deep down in hell as if he is trying to catch flies with his mouth, and suguru has never looked more confused. if her fifty bucks weren’t involved, shoko would’ve taken a picture and made it her new home screen background.

she absentmindedly lights another cigarette and pinches the bridge of her nose. if this really is what she is thinking — nothing in the world could’ve prepared her for this. how does a man like suguru even live. never mind that, how does a man like satorou made it this far in life?

“let’s take a few steps back”, she finally says and nudges the side of satorou’s chin with her free hand (he slowly picks it up from the floor), “you said anniversary. what anniversary?” suguru looks at her as if she just grew a second head: “‘toru’s and my anniversary? we’ve been dating for a year now, hello?”

shoko hates how right she was with her suspicions but she’s also very, very, happy about getting money.

“we’ve been dating?! for a year?!”

ah. satorou.exe restarted successfully.

“what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?!”

shoko notes how invested the bartender seems to be in the situation and she can’t blame them.

“wha- when? how even- you never-“, satorou’s thoughts are running a whole marathon with blindfolds, bumping into each other and anything, tangling themselves together like strings. the word vomit coming out of his mouth makes shoko take another sip of her beer and she hopes that’ll make him even more funnier.

“satorou, we sleep in the same fucking bed, you kiss my cheeks regularly, we go on dates every other day, we literally have pet names for each other.”

shoko decides she’s homophobic now.

chapter 261 destroyed my mental so i’m uploading this to hopefully make some of us less depressed. personally, i’m more depressed now because of what we could’ve had

i might write a part 2 to this someday, idk, i rlly like this au but i’m also on the verge of chewing off my lips and i need a break from life

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #8 @rinaland˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

Hello! Once more I’m trying to regain motivation for writing! That might be the reason why these have been coming out so slowly… lol

After a while, deciding and ‘analysing’ I’ve decided to match you to Oikawa Toru!

Let’s begin with the hobbies c: I don’t think we know a lot about his hobbies in specific (other than volleyball obv) but he seems like the type to play video games in his free time, or just do random things in general. I think the two of you might play video games together, linking with each other in games and playing over call, or in person. Maybe something cozy, or an RPG or maybe even a shooter game where the two of you are in a call and he gets mad, insisting the people are ‘hacking’. He’d either suddenly go quiet and stop speaking out of annoyance, or become so frustrated that he yells at the console. He might even mutter the occasional “Ppft, whatever. I’d probably beat them in volleyball anyways.”

In a similar fashion, I can see the two of you wearing matching jewellery; something you made or something he bought. Maybe even matching lock screens, or his would be a candid photo of you. 

Since you mentioned keeping your interests to yourself until you get close to someone, I think he’d be the type to find someone like you pretty interesting. At times, he's either an open book, or super hard to read, so if he met someone like you, who (I might be wrong here, ignore if me if I am) is quiet and reserved yet still polite, open up and become flowery, beaming with a bunch of different interests and hobbies, might really keep his attention focused on you. 

One thing we (kinda) do know about Oikawa is the way he struggles with his perception of himself and his skills. He might find solace in venting his worries to you, noticing how you listen and provide an environment that makes it easy for someone to feel understood. 

He might tell you something, worrying and expecting to be scolded, but get the exact opposite. Maintaining a level-headed perspective on his issues, you might point out his wrongs but in a way that’s easier to digest than a lecturing session. To listen, but not be ready to attack at any moment. Because of that, I can see him being the type to ring you up at random times of the day, (mainly late night) and tell you about his day even when he had no issues or complaints. 

He’d ring you just when you were about to sleep, whining that the bread shop near his house was all out of his favourite milk bread. 

“…and get this, I had to get red bean bread instead.”

“Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow?”

“Nope, I felt like you should know right now.”

Soon, it turned from venting worries to sharing the smallest details about his day. You’d smile and listen, and he’d feel understood. 

Here is a short story I wrote regarding outfits, gift giving and what not:

At last, he was free from practice for at least a day and you were able to spend some time together. Even if all the two of you were doing was laying on his bed, chatting and watching videos.

“This is so cute, isn’t it?” Turning the screen towards him, he squints.

“I mean, it’s okay.” His attention shifts back to his phone as he scrolls through training videos.

“I’m gonna check it out.” Pressing a link which led to the website, you search for where the store is located “It’s close by, wanna come?”

“Can’t we just stay here?” He groans.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Slipping your shoes on, you step outside his house. Joining you after closing the door, the two of you walk there with your arms linked. On the way there, he stops by a juice bar, buying something for the both of you to drink. Even though he placed the order, after trying yours he repeatedly hinted at ‘how much nicer it was than his’ until you gave in and swapped your drink with his.

Once you reached the store, you began browsing, looking for the dress you saw online. Once you found it, you took it along with a few other things to a changing room to try on. Instructing him to wait on a seat nearby, you told him that he’d be the judge. With a sigh, he gave in, assuring you that he’d ‘do his job properly’

Outfits upon outfits, he’d give you ratings. Not on how you looked, but on how the outfit itself looked. After a while, he tapped on the door and told you that he’d be right back, and to wait for him before trying on the next outfit.

A few minutes passed, and another knock sounded on your door. Cracking the door open, you peeked your head through. In his hand was a satin, pearly light pink dress. The hem flowed down to the floor, and it adorned an asymmetric, one collar design with a pleated bottom.

“I thought you weren’t really into this.”

“Well, I did say I’d do my job properly.” He smugly replied. Taking the dress from his hand, you slipped it on with ease. Looks like he knew your size pretty well. Maybe all these shopping trips eventually paid off..

The changing room had spare heels situated near the mirror, so you used them to boost your height so that the dress didn’t drag behind you.

Stepping outside, you held the side of the skirt with a hand, flourishing the dress design.

“What do you think?” Truth be told, you loved it. The way it hugged your waist, but wasn't too tight, and the elegant feel of it made you wonder how you hadn’t noticed it on the clothing racks before.

“Well..” He tapped his chin in thought. “The dress is.. alright.”

Crossing your arms, you shot him a glare. “Hey, I’m not done yet!” He chuckled, throwing his hands up in defence.

“The dress is alright, sure, but it looks better with you in it.”

Ignoring the warmth flushing your cheeks, you gushed. “Oh, come on!”

“I’m being serious! Like, it went from a 5 to a 10.”

“I take it you’ll be paying then?”

“Sure, sure.” He sighed. He secretly didn’t mind spoiling you from time to time.

The two of you left the store with the dress as well as the outfit you saw earlier on your phone. Though, he made you to promise to wear that specific dress the next time the two of you went to dinner together.

The pink dress is kind of what i was trying to describe. The rest of the pics are things I imagined as the aesthetic!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

THE 12 MOST UNFORGETTABLE DESCRIPTIONS OF FOOD IN LITERATURE

Haruki Murakami’s stir fry, Maurice Sendak’s chicken soup with rice—only the most gifted writers have made meals on the page worth remembering.

By Adrienne LaFrance for The Atlantic

In literature, references to eating tend to be either symbolic or utilitarian. Food can indicate status or milieu (think about all those references to Dorsia in American Psycho), or it can move the plot forward (Rabbit Angstrom’s peanut-brittle habit in John Updike’s final Rabbit book). Even in the hands of the greats, food scenes can seem less than central to a story, more filler or filigree than substance. There are exceptions, however—moments in which food unlocks a higher story form. Here are 12 of my favorites.

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In addition to having one of the best opening lines of any novel ever, “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”contains some of the most memorable meals in all of literature. In a novel that is all surreality, darkness, and rabbit holes, Murakami’s simple descriptions of sustenance have an almost metronomic quality—the only thing anchoring the story to reality as it slips away from its main character, Toru—while setting the tempo for a strange, unfolding mystery:

“At noon I had lunch and went to the supermarket. There I bought food for dinner and, from a sale table, bought detergent, tissues, and toilet paper. At home again, I made preparations for dinner and lay down on the sofa with a book, waiting for Kumiko to come home … Not that I had any great feast in mind: I would be stir frying thin slices of beef, onions, green peppers, and bean sprouts with a little salt, pepper, soy sauce, and a splash of beer—a recipe from my single days. The rice was done, the miso soup was warm, and the vegetables were all sliced and arranged in separate piles in a large dish, ready for the wok.”

Such scenes show up repeatedly in Murakami’s work. Every time, the effect is somehow both mouthwatering and unnerving. Note the simplicity of the menu, the methodical preparation, the sense of time and of waiting. Murakami’s descriptions of food do exactly what his novels do best—they take the mundane and make it somehow magical, take the real and warp it into a dream.

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“Under the Jaguar Sun,” by Italo Calvino

Calvino’s particular skill is his dreamer’s eye, his ability to make stories of incredible lightness out of a too-complicated world. In “Under the Jaguar Sun,” a collection of three short stories that engage the senses, he describes the act of cooking as “the handing down of an intricate, precise lore.” Each dish can be a kind of story that reflects the person who eats it—one that attaches a meal to the ancestral. (Anyone who has tried to interpret her Italian grandmother’s handwritten recipes will see the humor and the profundity in this kind of bequeathed knowledge.) Calvino writes, too, of food’s unique ability to capture a moment in time. In one scene, he describes a couple sharing a meal in an orange grove in Tepotzotlán, Mexico:

“We had eaten a tamal de elote—a fine semolina of sweet corn, that is, with ground pork and very hot pepper, all steamed in a bit of corn-husk—and then chiles en nogada, which were reddish brown, somewhat wrinkled little peppers, swimming in a walnut sauce whose harshness and bitter aftertaste were downed in a creamy, sweetish surrender.”

With mesmerizing style, Calvino captures the way a perfectly prepared dish can, for an instant, become the very center of the universe, the way a meal between two people can hang suspended in an everlasting present.

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“I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections,” by Nora Ephron

One of the most durable things about Ephron, a decade after her death, is how easily brilliance seemed to come to her. That same sense of ease is apparent in her appetizing description of a ricotta pancake, from the collection “I Remember Nothing.”The recipe materializes unexpectedly at the end of a charming essay about the cultural meaning of Teflon, and it conveys just enough whimsy to inspire the reader to give it a go:

“I loved the no-carb ricotta pancake I invented last year, which can be cooked only on Teflon … Beat one egg, add one-third cup fresh whole-milk ricotta, and whisk together. Heat up a Teflon pan until carcinogenic gas is released into the air. Spoon tablespoons of batter into the frying pan and cook about two minutes on one side, until brown. Carefully flip. Cook for another minute to brown the other side. Eat with jam, if you don’t care about carbs, or just eat unadorned. Serves one.”

A few easy ingredients! A casual flip! Serves one! Ephron delightfully blends creativity and sophistication. Only real grown-ups are out there inventing new kinds of pancakes from things like ricotta, obviously. The truth is (I’m sorry, Nora) that this pancake is not actually very tasty, at least not when I tried making it. But she loved it, and that’s all that matters.

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“Chicken Soup With Rice: A Book of Months,” by Maurice Sendak

Please tell me that you know of Sendak’s Nutshell Library, a tiny four-volume set, each roughly the size of a deck of cards, first published in 1962 and made in every way for the eager hands of early childhood. When I was very small, I treated my beloved copy—which remains in arm’s reach on my desk now—with something like religious fascination. Each book is a banquet of mischief and reverie. Picking Pierre as a favorite meal in literature—as you may recall, Pierre, the boy who doesn’t care, is eaten by a lion—would probably be more Sendakian, but to me, nothing can surpass “Chicken Soup With Rice.” This book of simple nursery rhymes takes readers through the months of the year, each one attached to a verse about the pleasures of eating chicken soup with rice in locales across the globe (“far-off Spain,” “old Bombay”) and ever more extreme conditions (the bottom of the ocean, a literal robin’s nest). The singsong, paired with darling illustrations and Sendak’s devil-may-care attitude winking from every page, is forever-enchanting stuff. I couldn’t possibly pick just one, but here’s September:

In September for a while I will ride a crocodile down the chicken soupy Nile. Paddle once paddle twice paddle chicken soup with rice.

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“Swann’s Way,” by Marcel Proust

You were expecting this one, I know. The madeleine in “Swann’s Way” is so indelible, that, I will confess, I avoid eating them entirely, because a real madeleine would only ruin my memory of the memory described by Proust. On a winter day, the narrator comes home to his mother, who offers him tea and one of the “short, plump little cakes” called “petites madeleines”:

“Mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory … I had ceased now to feel mediocre, accidental, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy?

Years after first reading “In Search of Lost Time,” I’m sometimes transported involuntarily to this moment—the minutes slow, my senses heighten, and I feel overwhelmed with gratitude that if you look at it just right, all of life’s pleasures can be found swirling in a cup of tea.

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“Revenge of the Lawn,” by Richard Brautigan

“Revenge of the Lawn” contains, quite possibly, the most fully realized post-breakup scene of any collection of words I have ever read. A pot of instant coffee comes to serve both as a pretense for an invitation into a former lover’s apartment and a deathblow—the simultaneous familiarity and discomfort of being around a person you once knew so well. In the scene, Brautigan describes the stretchy quality of time after he persuades his ex to have coffee with him:

“I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October and there was too much water in the pan … I threw half the water into the sink. The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet. I looked out at the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and peelings and stuff. I couldn’t tell a thing. It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this.”

Or, as Brautigan put it elsewhere in the story: “Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”

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“Goodbye, Columbus,” by Philip Roth

Food, like sex, is everywhere in Roth’s work—sometimes inextricably. But let’s put aside the liver in “Portnoy’s Complaint,” the BLT in “American Pastoral,”all that Tiptree strawberry jam. Roth’s descriptions of food aren’t just prurient. They’re also wildly vivid, often preoccupied with class and abundance, and vehicles for the expression of his characters’ desires and resentments. In the novella “Goodbye, Columbus,” the protagonist opens the door of an old-fashioned refrigerator—actually, the second fridge in the home of his affluent summer fling—and discovers that it is overfilled with dripping, fresh, fragrant, expensive fruit:

“Shelves swelled with it, every color, every texture, and hidden within, every kind of pit. There were greengage plums, black plums, red plums, apricots, nectarines, peaches, long horns of grapes, black, yellow, red, and cherries, cherries flowing out of boxes and staining everything scarlet … I grabbed a handful of cherries and then a nectarine, and I bit right down to its pit.”

The bite, after the luxuriant description, is defiant, almost sacrilegious—perhaps his way of crossing an invisible line.

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“Harriet the Spy,” by Louise Fitzhugh

No hero in literature is quite like Harriet M. Welsch—daring, terrible, perfect Harriet—who, by the way, took a tomato sandwich to school every day for five years. Fitzhugh’s descriptions of the sandwiches are not themselves memorable. (Each one is the same, after all.) But that simple sameness—not just the meal itself but also Harriet’s total commitment to it—makes these tomato sandwiches unforgettable. Harriet, while spying one day, encounters Little Joe Curry, the delivery boy for an Upper East Side bodega:

“Harriet peeked in. He was sitting there now, when he should have been working, eating a pound of cheese. Next to him, waiting to be consumed, sat two cucumbers, three tomatoes, a loaf of bread, a custard pie, three quarts of milk, a meatball sandwich about two feet long, two jars—one of pickles, one of mayonnaise—four apples, and a large salami. Harriet’s eyes widened and she wrote: ‘When I look at him I could eat a thousand tomato sandwiches.’” Or, as she puts it elsewhere, charmingly and succinctly: “There is nothing like a good tomato sandwich now and then.”

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“Sentimental Education,” by Gustave Flaubert

Flaubert set out, he once said, to tell the moral history of the men of his generation. Across his work, food plays a prominent role in how some of his characters are condemned. The decadence of 1840s Paris is bewildering to Frédéric Moreau, the central character of “Sentimental Education.”

At one dinner party—held in a giant room “hung with red damask, [and] lit by a chandelier and candelabra”—overindulgent guests are served champagne-drenched sturgeon’s head, roast quail, a vol-au-vent béchamel, red-legged partridges, and potatoes mixed with truffles. In another memorable party scene, several bottles of champagne are opened at once, and “long jets of wine spurted through the air … each opened a bottle and were splashing the company’s faces” while tiny birds flapped in through the open door of an aviary—some of them settling in women’s hair “like great flowers.”

It’s no mistake that in the scenes where Moreau escapes Parisian society, such moments of culinary opulence and excess are conspicuously absent.

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“After the Plague,” by T. C. Boyle

In the title story of Boyle’s story collection, the pandemic that rips across the planet is different from our own. Most of the world’s population is killed quickly and gruesomely, and the main character, Francis, is among a small number of the living who roam the overgrown wilds of Santa Barbara. At one point, Francis meets a woman, a fellow survivor, and they begin dating, helping themselves to the spoils of a civilization now abandoned:

I picked her up two nights later in a Rolls Silver Cloud and took her to my favorite French restaurant. The place was untouched and pristine, with a sweeping view of the sea, and I lit some candles and poured us each a glass of twenty-year-old Bordeaux, after which we feasted on canned crab, truffles, cashews and marinated artichoke hearts.

Boyle describes the magnetism of new romance with dystopian, aching imagination and humor—reminding us that humanity’s core impulse is toward survival and connection, no matter what hell our species endures.

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Pachinko,by Min Jin Lee

In Pachinko, Lee’s gorgeous and epic tale of a family’s life in 20th-century Korea and Japan, food is a marker of passing time, of scarcity, of necessity, and of nature. Consider the soft blanket of mushrooms in the forest where Sunja steals away with the first man she falls in love with. Or the care and worry attached to her unlikely wedding: the thoughtfully procured rice, the strips of seaweed folded like fabric, the udon noodles steaming beneath the gaze of two soon-to-be newlyweds, a couple who barely know each other. Lee’s gorgeous descriptions of food demand the reader’s attention—and show us the labor required to transform nature into nourishment. The reader encounters savory pancakes made from bean flour and water, a pail of crabs or mackerel, homemade pumpkin taffy, stewed codfish, a soup kettle “half-filled with water, cut-up potatoes, and onions, waiting to be put on the fire.” No other novel I’ve read recently so effortlessly makes meals appear both meager and luxurious. Much of Pachinko’s power comes from its generational sweep, a story that shows just how long a life can be, and how resilience and sustenance can help us make it through.

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The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway

Anyone who has ever tugged on a pair of waders and stood thigh-deep in a cool river on a hot day, casting about for brook trout, then reeling one in, can tell you about the particular satisfaction that comes from catching, cooking, and eventually eating your own dinner. I think this is one of the reasons I can never stop rereading The Sun Also Rises, a book that poses several questions of life-shaping importance, not least of which is: Why aren’t I in Spain right now, trout fishing in the Irati river?

The Sun Also Rises has a quality I’ll never fully understand: It takes place a century ago and somehow feels fresh, still. I’ve found that you can read it at any stage of life and relate to Jake, the American narrator whose travels are fueled by his yearning for an unavailable woman. Another unforgettable scene sees Jake and a friend on a train from Paris to Pamplona, propelled by wanderlust and longing:

“We ate the sandwiches and drank the Chablis and watched the country out of the window. The grain was just beginning to ripen and the fields were full of poppies. The pastureland was green, and there were fine trees, and sometimes big rivers and chateaux off in the trees.”

Riding along with them, we see mortality and rapture commingling, vitally, just the way they do in real life.

(Follies of God)

[factoryofbettertomorrow]

insane LBP fact of the day: commodore accidentally giving a beans company hardware directly resulted in the existence of Little big planet.

So a guy called Peter Molynuex ran a company selling beans in the middle east called Taurus, he was a failed game dev and after a miscommunication error, commodore mistook Taurus for Torus and offered Peter 10 amigas if he developed them a software, Peter agreed and developed a software, but eventually came clean but commodore still released the software to moderate success, this caused him to found bullfrog studios with a freind of his, but he eventually moved on to lionhead studios. Lionhead studios hired Matt Healy who helped make Rag Doll kung fu there and that sparked a love for making and developing games. He then eventually left and founded media fucking molecule who then made little big planet, and the rest is history!!

im absolutely insane I can’t believe I researched all of this because my brain is like haha silly sack game go brrrr /hj

[forest-hashira]

HAIII what about florist and tattoo artist au for you n the blorbos (satosugu) 😼🫵🏼

HI LOGAN!!!!

florist and tattoo artist AU: who owns the floral shop? who owns the tattoo parlor across the street? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

ok maybe a bit predictable/stereotypical, but: i own the flower shop, suguru owns the tattoo parlor! & satoru runs the cafe/bakery next to sugu's tattoo parlor teehee.

hmmmmm ok so headcanons:

toru has a specific kind of super expensive exotic coffee beans that he only uses to make coffee for sugu. he memorizes my tea order within like three visits & brings me one (+ a pastry) on the mornings i don't swing by the cafe on my way to my flower shop.

i start carrying black & dark purple flowers specifically so sugu can have flowers that fit the vibe of the parlor, and blue & white ones for toru's cafe.

sugu gives us all matching tattoos on our ankles (a flower, a coffee mug, & a lil bottle of tattoo ink)

ok that was more than one but. it was one for each of us so i don't feel bad AHAHA

AU selfship asks!