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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) MDNI - flashbacks of their past rivalry, Satoru being silly but sweet, reader getting insecure, both are emotional, mentions of pregnancy/body changes, explicit sex, oral (f recieiving) cervix kisses, squirting, mirror sex, talking you through it, LOTS of humor- WC- this chap- 8.4k - art in the banner by Yuana on X

Comments and reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyy <3 (extras here and here)

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Chapter Three

A month later- four months along

You really hope Satoru makes it in time, he’s texted you plenty and sent you many silly selfies - fuck the two of you had phone sex - you blush as you remember just what kind of picture was sent after that. He’s called every single night to speak to you, to the point the two of you are learning more and more about each other, yes he’s kind of an idiot, but he’s also kind of brilliant.

Conceited and cocky, yet slightly insecure about things and vulnerable, terrified of having a baby but excited, the duality of Satoru Gojo was never anything like what you knew him as for the past five years. You remember hating his attitude, his advances, remembering how ‘easy’ things were for him, but the more you all talk, the more that changes.

You’re not mad he went on his trip, everything would change for him, why not let him have fun, but you find yourself… lonely. You don’t know what that sex meant to him, but it was almost as if… maybe you could see that future? Maybe you could see something coming of it.

Are you way off?

You’ve seen the numerous pictures of Satoru and his friends all over every bit of instagram, girls in their bikinis surrounding the group, you never see Satoru not around someone, though he keeps the distance, his arm is usually around Suguru’s shoulders. He looks so happy, so carefree you muse, feeling the complete opposite of just how you feel - exhausted.

You’re already more than ‘poochy’ though many people still haven’t assumed you’re pregnant, flowy empire waisted dresses have curbed anyone assuming so, which is ideal considering you just started getting on camera. Last week was the start of your new segment, where you go over the current news, it’s for celebrities for now, but you hope one day to get to the heavy hitting things.

“And with that, I send it back to you.” You finish your segment with a smile at the camera, the director shouts - cut! - and everyone starts clearing up, getting ready for the next person on the floor.

You blink a bit, bright lights shooting in your face are still overwhelming, when the director comes up to you, smiling, his eyes roving just a little too much on your body. “You did great.”

“Oh thank you!”

“You look great, too.” The female director steps up, snidely scowling down at your body now, making you tense.

“But remember the camera adds ten pounds, maybe a salad for lunch instead of those hot cheetos?” You feel your cheeks heat up furiously, as the crew watches curiously at you.

You’ve gained five pounds this month and it’s all in your tummy and tits. “No, I think you look great, don’t worry.” He says again, but the snobby woman rolls her eyes at him.

“Just looking out for you. Maybe we could be… friends?” She suggests, making you blink in shock and embarrassment.

You want to tell them you’re pregnant but you’re too terrified- it’s too new, so not just yet, you’re so worried they’ll take this away after working so hard… you’d eventually have to tell them, when you can’t hide it anymore, but for now, you’ll pretend you’ve just eaten a lot of hot cheetos.

“No, that’s true I will remember the camera adding ten pounds. Thanks for looking out.” You manage, this was Hollywood and this was the norm, you expected just about this much anyway, ten extra pounds is a lot for the position.

God how big would you get!?

You’re frowning then, when you recall the conversation, and see it.

A stretch mark.

“Fuck… shit. Already!?” You’re panicking, how do you get one four months in!? You look like you have a food baby, surely, it’s not even that big yet and there it is, clear as fucking day.

You hear the doorbell ring then, sliding your shirt down to hide the evidence of it, how much cocoa butter did you need!? You basically bathe in the shit every fucking day- and now this already. You expected some later on perhaps, when you were bigger. Frustrated and upset, you open the door to see Satoru’s face, just a little sunburnt, and his eyes are bloodshot red even as he grins.

“Hey sweets. Miss me?”

Yes.

“Maybe.” You murmur, glaring just a bit while Satoru struggles to focus, head hammering then.

“Can I get some water, ibuprofen, some eggs-” He blinks you into focus now, seeing tears in your eyes, hitting him over the head like a freezing cold bucket of water suddenly. “Shit, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing… just…” You can’t take it then, you’re sobbing, as he fumbles, trying to pat your back, pulling you against him just a bit.

“Missed me that badly?” You take a shaky breath, swiping at your tears now.

“I’m getting…” You pull back, and in one month your tummy has rounded some, a gentle curve, your tits are swollen already, begging for his mouth. Satoru can’t take just how gorgeous you are then, exhaling, hands on your hips.

“Getting sexy?” He asks softly, and you shake your head.

“You’re fucked up, that’s why you think it.”

“What now?” He glares, sobering up with every moment you’re acting like such a brat. “What funhouse mirror are you checking? Are they being mean at work or some shit!?”

“They mentioned I should stop eating hot cheetos. But… they don’t know I’m pregnant so.” Satoru frowns then, brushing his hand across your hip now, thumb pressing little circles, making your breath catch with the intimacy.

“You didn’t tell them?”

“I’m too scared to lose the job…”

“But you can’t hide it forever.”

“I know.”

“Is that why you’re crying?” His surprisingly sharp gaze flickers when you shake your head. “Why are you?”

“I have a stretch mark already.” He frowns when you lift up your shirt, showing him it, a mark that glints under the lights. “I’m eating too many fucking hot cheetos, they’re right, ugh!”

He laughs then, thumb brushing the mark, seeing goosebumps raise as he does so, before getting on his knees, making you gasp. “This right here?” He asks softly, eyeing you under his snowy lashes, your hands come to rest on his shoulders, nodding a bit.

“Y-yes, already Satoru. And I’m meticulous about this stupid cocoa butter.” You’re exhaling as he kisses the mark, lips against your skin, your tummy flutters with desire, fuck you had missed him.

“It’s sexy.” His whisper sends shivers across your body, you almost whine out how good it feels.

“It’s so not.”

“I like it. Stop being mean to yourself, what will the baby think if they hear this all the time, hmm?” He presses another kiss on your tummy, touching your heart then, right above your belly button, as his hands warmly palm your hips. “If you’re mean to yourself the baby will get upset.”

“How does it know?” You’re sniffling now.

“Babies know their surroundings, you don’t want to stress them, hmm?”

“You… read up on it?” He smiles a bit, nodding, your earlier response of being so irritated at him is fading, you find yourself stroking his hair, as he rests his forehead on your tummy. “You’re right. You’re right.”

“I love to hear that, where was this all of college, hmm?”

“I bet you do.” You pull him up now, seeing him sway just a bit, sighing. You want to tell him he shouldn’t show up fucked up, but the sweetness of the moment speaks louder than his immaturity. “Let’s get you some food before we go.”

“I think I love you.”

After you’ve made Satoru an enormous omelette, which he devours with fervor in your little kitchen as you sip on a decaf- that’s depressing isn’t it? - something almost feels… natural about it. About the sunlight filtering through those blinds, lighting the two of you up, little dustmotes floating through the beams of light, flashing just so on his pretty face.

Satoru leans back, grinning and rubbing his tummy. “I’ll have a food baby, we could match you know.”

You snort, rolling your eyes and sipping the hot liquid. “I can’t see you matching this, I feel like a whale.”

“You’re not at all.” He frowns now, eyeing you slowly. “You look so good I’d like to put you on this table and eat you.”

You blink at his bold words, igniting something insane inside you, color dancing on your cheeks as your thighs shift, earning his smirk. “You’re so crazy.”

“You want it. Well, c’mere then.” He shoves his plate out of the way, tapping the table as you can’t help but giggle. “Think I’m kidding? Think I don’t want you spread for me?”

“Jesus Satoru…” You take a step now, then another, setting down the coffee on the counter. “Did you miss me so bad?”

Yes, he did.

He wants your taste to soak into him again.

He smiles though, hands on your hips when you finally stand right between his spread thighs, just inhaling you. “God you smell so sweet.”

“Mnh…” Just a kiss and a tug over your shorts has you weak, your fingers brushing through his silky locks, when your phone starts blaring the alarm. “Oh shit… the ultrasound.”

“Mmm, can we be late?” He raises a brow and you feel so sexy then, it’s like all your worries fade for just a moment.

“No, but…” You kiss him quickly, disentangling yourself now. “Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for wanting to have two meals for breakfast. What do they call that, nerd, hmm?” Your lips twitch as he stands, so tall his hair is just a couple inches from your ceiling, you feel so small then, your heart thrumming in your chest as the two of you stand in your homey little kitchen.

You shouldn’t feel so much, think so much, he’s being sweet and supportive but… your heart and mind are racing places they should not. Thinking you’d love to just have him here, how funny a man who you used to ‘hate’ has become so precious in a month to you, even his phone calls and texts were more comforting than either of you are willing to admit.

“Second breakfast.” You answer, he chuckles just a bit, tilting your chin up then, sighing.

“You’re prettier.”

“No…”

“Why would I lie? I’m not nice am I?” His brow raises, and you bite your lower lip then. “Remember when I hung all your panties all over and everyone took pictures?”

“Oh jesus, yes. You were so mad I beat your ass at beer pong.” You shove at him now, glaring and looking far too fucking cute as he grins.

“You lost at the drink off. And you shouldn’t have had so many panties.”

Oh yeah.

You almost forgot.

Gojo was a little fratboy ASS.

******

Two years ago

You throw your arms up, cheering along with everyone as you land that last bouncy white pong ball right inside Satoru Gojo’s last red solo cup, essentially tearing down the ‘king of beer pong’. A man that had never lost, just lost to a girl who never played, and the horror on his face, his parted glossy lips and wide blue eyes, were so amusing you couldn’t stand it.

Good.

“I want a rematch!” He demands, in the middle of a toga party, everyone dressed in wrapped sheets with gold glitter on their skin, the loud music reverberating as you cross your arms, grinning. “Damn demon.”

“Demon? No.” You giggle though, demonically he swears, batting your pretty lashes up at him. “Just bested you and you’re salty.”

“Me!? No, beginner’s luck, fuck that.” You’re deviously laughing again, when Satoru smirks. “Fine, a drink off.”

“A drink off!?”

“Yep, the loser gets to embarrass the other, they have to deal with whatever the winner wants. Agree?” He raises a thin white brow, as you eye him, he’s slender sure but he’s six foot four, he clearly could handle more than you. “Whoever can not puke, and still walk a straight line, wins.”

“Bet, I will own your ass.” Your girls, especially Shoko and Utahime giggle, cheering you on, as Suguru and Sukuna smirk at each other, high fiving, and soon an entire party is damn near silent, watching you two.

“Feeling weak, sweets?” Satoru taunts, slamming back a shot then, and you’re already fucking tipsy, three in, but you damn sure won’t show it, even as the liquor warms your entire body.

“Hah, no, m’feeling great.” You down yours, a droplet falling across your chin then, he touches you with a thumb before he can stop himself, making you both pause, and whispers amongst the party goers. Shit even the music is softer, as everyone watches the two rivals of their college go at it.

Satoru Satoru Satoru.

There’s a quiet chant of his name, and he downs another, throwing his arms up like the annoying frat boy he is, chiseled muscles glinting under the strobing leds ahead, you try to ignore how it makes you feel. You try to pretend the losers you’ve fucked with could compete with how badly you truly want Satoru, but you’d die before you ever told him the truth.

And as Satoru sits back down, and your girls chant your name, he can’t stop but look at just how beautiful your skin looks glinting with glitter under these lights, how you look like a fucking goddess in your tied up sheet. So gorgeous for a moment he forgets just where he is, who he is, tired of acting like any girl that joins his bed tonight could touch your beauty.

Not that he’d tell you, he’d die before he did, looking at your petulant little scowl, your haughty raised brow, as you cross your arms and tap your foot, he hates that he notices your pedicure. He hate that he loves the pretty white glitter, that even your fucking feet in sandals turns him on, and he especially hates one thing, how unaffected you are.

You’re the only girl ever that was.

And the only girl he’d die to have.

Satoru spent all of last night jerking it to your latest instagram post, not that you’d ever know, so fucking sexy, smart, your attitude even just makes him hard in your presence. In a room full of writhing bodies, giggling girls and drunk ass men, all trying to party and forget that finals are looming, that the real world is just a couple years away, all he can see is you.

He watches you down another shot, as you just get even hotter, the more you challenge him, feisty little brat, taking on a huge, grown ass man and giggling like you’re big and bad. He talks shit, you talk it right back, until Suguru calls it. - “Time! Let’s see who can walk a straight line, huh?”

Both groups chant your names, but you do stumble then, and Satoru catches you in his arms, grinning as you pout. “Ugh no way!”

“He won.” Sukuna announces, everyone starts cheering or booing depending on whose side they were on, and Satoru tries not to think how good you feel in his fucking arms, how he’d love you to just stay there.

“Not fair, sweets, I’m way taller.”

“Whatever I tried!” You shove at him, stumbling again, and he frowns, tilting your chin up and looking into now drunk, dilated eyes.

“Let’s… get you to bed… and some water?” He murmurs then, you blink in your drunken haze, biting your lower lip, trying not to let the words out that always loom to the surface, that you want him, that you enjoy him, enjoy all your dumb ass fights, all your rivalry.

He motivates you, pushes you.

He’s gorgeous, his arms feel too fucking good.

Your brain swirls, tummy lurching just a bit, as you realize you’re good and fucked up. “I can do it myself.”

“Will you ever just let someone help you?” You shake your head, Satoru rolls his eyes, following you when you trip on the stairs now, giggling, landing right in his arms once more. “Let me take you to bed, brat.”

“Oh fine.” You let him pick you up in his arms, inhaling that expensive fucking cologne, the one only he wears, Creed something- you looked it up one day and knew this fucker was rich. “You smell good.”

“You are wasted.” He smirks as he carries you up the winding stairs, heading to your hall now, murmurs of curious partiers ensuing, and you’re just clinging even tighter to his neck. “Which room is yours?”

“Mmm, 6A.” He opens your door now, Satoru has never been in your room, he can’t help but smile when he sees the amount of Harry Potter merch, and the Lord of the Rings posters all over.

“So nerdy.”

“I’m a Slytherin, sss.” You earn his laughter, as he eases you down, eyeing how the sheet is falling, making him flush, clearing his throat. “Satoru is scared of a naked girl, no way.”

“You’re terrifying is all. In general.”

“Mmm, it’s the Slytherin in me. Whoopsie, I’m naked.” You’re giggling now, stumbling over to your dresser, Satoru faces away quickly, one thing he’d never do is take advantage of a drunk girl.

Even though he’s dying to know what your body looks like, he busies himself by going to your little fridge, pulling out a cool water bottle. “You need water.”

“Thanks dad.” You’re giggling as he turns back around, your top half off and turned, shorts barely on, Satoru grimaces, handing you the bottle, gently moving your top. “You’re not shitfaced?”

“Nah, I can hold a drink, lightweight.” You glare a bit, downing the bottle in thirsty gulps, moaning, the sound so sexy his dick twitches in reaction.

“Why do you hate me?” Your question catches him off guard, he gets your top adjusted just to see perky nipples pressing thin material.

“Why do you hate me, drunky?” He asks softly, and you sigh, stumbling a bit as he helps you into bed, leaning over you now, tensing as your fingers trace his jaw.

“You’re beautiful.” He pauses, laughing now.

“You’re annihilated.”

“You’re beautiful alright. Mmm. No wonder they all line up.” He’s setting your water down as you doze off now, kissing your head gently, something he never thought he’d do, let alone with you.

“And you’re gorgeous, stubborn brat.” His whisper is met with your snore, he can’t help but stare at you for longer than he should, before he smirks, looking back at your dresser.

He sure won.

And that means…

Revenge.

*****

Present day

“You hung up all my boxers as revenge, even my Digimon ones! I’d say you got revenge.” Satoru teases, not knowing if you remembered any of that night after you’d been so drunk, and you show no signs of recollection as he wolfs down the food hungrily.

“I sure did. Those Digimon ones were cute.”

He smirks now. “Those Slytherin panties were sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” You raise a brow, and he grins.

“Oh yeah.”

The ultrasound this time was over the tummy, thank goodness, and this time it’s a little different, Satoru’s hand is on yours as he sits next to you, much different than the mess the two of you had been last time. The cold clear ultrasound liquid pours on your slightly rounded tummy, the cool wand pressing, just a little uncomfortable as they press harder, and you two look at the screen.

“There it is.” The doctor says, and you and Satoru hold your breath, the baby already looks more like a baby, this time you see it moving, it’s little legs, it’s head, making you tear up, and Satoru holds his breath.

“Look, long legs like dad already.” He says, voice just a bit husky, you’re blinking tears back as you grin.

“Can we see if it’s a boy or girl?” You ask, and the doctor smiles warmly, nodding at you.

“We should be able to, yes. Let’s see…” The doctor looks this way and that, pressing in different places, taking pictures on the black and white screen, when they finally get the view. “You’re having a little girl.”

“Oh my god.” You both whisper at the same time, you smile tremulously at Satoru, who’s enamored so clearly.

“Satoruette!”

“No.”

“A girl, huh?” Satoru’s murmuring later, as he takes you back home, hanging in your doorway, resting his elbow on the frame, and your bright, pretty smile nearly ends him.

God he wants you.

“A girl. Here…” You take one of the photos, handing it to him, he pulls out a black leather wallet, putting it in delicately, smiling so big. “She’s beautiful already.”

“How could she not be? You see her parents?” You flush a bit, looking down as he caresses your cheek.

“I’d really… love company tonight. If you could stay.”

“One sec.” Satoru practically bounces to the car, telling Kiyotaka he could head home, you’re smiling with amusement as he runs back, clearing his throat and grinning down at you. “Are you making dinner?”

“I’m making dinner.” The two of you, it feels so comfortable, so fucking natural, as you all talk, about his business, about your career, about the little girl growing inside of you, both of your little girl.

“You’re an amazing cook, shit.” He’s rubbing his tummy, sipping on the tea you’ve made to go along with dinner, and watches you rinse off the plates, looking over your shoulder at him. “Be a cute housewife.”

“Oh whatever!” You splash a little water from your hands as you dry them then, and he stands, coming so close to you, voice husky as he presses you against the counter.

“You would be. Barefoot, pregnant, look at you.”

“Misogyny!” You’re giggling when he picks you up, kissing you, the motion ruining any hope you have of acting normal, you tremble in his hold, in how good you feel in his arms.

“Feminism is so overrated.”

You roll your eyes, heating up at your proximity, at how your body reacts to his nearness. “You’re too much.”

“Hmm…” He’s kissing down your neck now, sighing as he pulls back then, looking down at you, blue eyes lit up so bright they’re insane to take in. “You got something for me to sleep in?”

“Your boxers work.”

“Oh yeah, so slutty.” He’s murmuring, raising a brow, as the two of you start kissing over and over, until he’s lifted you right on the kitchen table, just like he did this morning. “Did she miss me?”

“Fuck yes.” He’s chuckling, slipping up your skirt now, finding your cunt hot and eager, slipping two fingers in and earning your soft whine, kissing down your throat as your head falls back. “Please.”

“Who knew all this time, just had to get you to cum to be nice?’

“You- mnh!” He’s cutting your protest off with another kiss, a curl of his fingers in your slick, eager cunt.

“How many times did you cum thinking of me?” His cocky question earns your half assed glare, before you whine out and he pulls back, sucking on his fingers and moaning. “Answer me if you wanna cum.”

“You’re the worst. How many times did you stroke him, hmm?” Satoru cries out as you turn the damn tables on him, stroking him over his slacks, finding him hard and throbbing, precum leaking even through the material, which you thumb now. “Every night looking at my picture?”

“Brat. Evil. Demon.” His cheeks flush as he eagerly unzips his pants now, and hungrily leans down, lapping at your cunt hungrily, tongue slipping up your slit, moaning at your taste. “You this soaked baby?”

“Fuck me, fuck me please!” He’s in a rush, he’d like to take his time, but he can’t stand not being inside of you one more moment. He shoves his cock in your tight little cunt, making you cum then and there, shattering and making him sensitive as he watches you, kissing your plump lips, hand entangling in your hair.

“God, fucking feel her. So wet, so perfect.” His words along with his strokes end you, as he presses you harder against your own kitchen table, dishes and utensils clattering to the floor.

Satoru is still dressed, shit so are you, as he slides his cock in your eager hole, stuffing you so full, your cunt dripping all over, pooling on the wood underneath the two of you, and your head falls back, smacking it with a loud thud then. You wince and he panics, holding his hand under your head now, pausing.

“Shit you good!?” He huffs, pausing his strokes, you nod now, as he rubs the growing bump.

“I’m good, please more.”

“Baby you’re pregnant, should you be bashing your head!?” You glare up at him, cunt gripping him and eliciting a whine.

“Fuck me.”

“Demanding!” You’re giggling, he hopes you aren’t loopy, when he fucks back into you, careful to keep a palm under your head.

“You’re… so thick, mnh, there!” He’s groaning, losing himself inside you, feeling your soft curves under him, your breasts in his grip before he pulls back, finding your clit and rubbing, making you convulse under him. “Satoru!”

“That’s it baby, that’s it… f-fuck oh my… are you…” You’re gushing now as he elicits an orgasm that has you squirting all over his cock, screaming out, slamming your damn head back again as he pauses. “Water break?’

“You!” He’s chuckling, playing with your cunt in wonder, easing back a bit, slapping his cock right on your clit, making you gush more clear arousal all over, as you grip him, cunt pulsing more and more.

“You squirt?”

“I g-guess…” You’re damn near delirious, blushing as you see the mess you’ve made now. “Oh I…”

“Messy girl, tsk. Don’t do that when you’re far along, I’ll panic.” You scowl again, as he’s chuckling, fucking his dick into you deeper, as you cling to him, and he hears the wet sounds of his fucking echo in your kitchen.

“You’re… ridiculous- ah!” He’s moaning now, closer and closer, tip leaking precum and dragging just that spot, having you cumming all over once more, until you’re so weak and fucked out that you can barely function, just clinging to him as he pushes you further, a hand entangling in your hair at the nape of your neck. “Yes, yes, yes…”

“Bossy. Bratty. I’d spank you, choke you if you- ah, cumming from the thought, can’t help yourself?” He’s talking shit but you can’t argue, not when you can’t stop cumming, and he’s looking down at you with those eyes of his. “Beautiful.”

“Mmm!” You drag him down for a kiss, whispering - ‘cum in me’ and Satoru is not going to deny you it, no he fills you so good, until you’re both a complete fucking mess, sweaty, sticky, coated in both of your cum. You laugh after a moment, and he leans up a bit, looking at you curiously. “You really said, ‘Did my water break’ you jerk!”

Satoru laughs with you, easing out and pressing sweet kisses on your cheeks. “It scared me.”

“Whatever! I didn’t know…” You trail off, so cute Satoru can’t stand it, as the realization that he did that makes him damn near feral.

“I’m the first to make you?” You nod shyly, burying your face, inhaling that cologne that always tantalizes you, and he hums a bit. “I like that.”

“Making me cum so much?”

“I like that it’s me that has. Maybe I’m… feeling a little possessive, you are my baby mama.” You giggle now, and he pulls back, lips parting, wanting to say more, but stopping himself a bit, dizzy off you. “Let’s clean up.”

Soon you’re both all ready for bed, and Satoru hops in first, taking over your bed almost entirely with his long lanky body, patting a spot next to him and grinning at you, you roll your eyes a bit. “You’re too big for the bed!”

“You could come to my house anytime you know. Way bigger beds.”

“Hmm.” You come to lay down now, and he pulls you against him, the two of you try to ignore just how good and right it feels, while he presses little kisses on your bare shoulders.

“Why’d you want me to stay, miss me so bad?”

“I’m… lonely without you.” He pauses, faltering in his teasing, leaning up on an elbow, turning your face to him, sighing as he sees the emotions there. “Ignore it.”

“Ignore it?”

“Yeah. We have our lives, I don’t want to complicate it more for you. It’s fine that you went, that you had fun.”

“I didn’t.” You blink curiously, as he sighs, pulling you even tighter against him, hard chest against your back, arm wrapped around your waist, a hand splaying your tummy, feeling so perfect, so right.

“You didn’t?”

“No. I missed you too. Okay?” You nod then, he kisses you softer, sighing, breath tickling your swollen lips. “Alright waterfall, go to bed.”

“Waterfall!?”

“Mmhmm, monsoon.”

“Oh jesus.” He’s chuckling, the mood is eased, but the two of you lay there for far too long, as he holds you tightly in his arms, thinking.

A girl, you’re both having a girl.

The baby feels so real now, as he holds you close, burying his face, hearing you lightly snore, smiling against your neck. He dreads going back to work, he dreads doing anything but holding you, kissing you, being with you. Of course having you cum all over his cock was amazing, but this is just as good, fucking…

Terrifying.

He doesn’t know if you feel anything close.

******

Three weeks later- five months along

The next few weeks fly by in a blur, no doctor appointments but Satoru frequently calls and messages. Once you heard a party in the background, and part of you feels this… sadness, you can’t just do that ever again. It’s fine, sure, but your life now is work, trying to make sure they still don’t ask you if you’re pregnant, despite your tummy growing, and tits swelling, and then…

Studying.

The more you do learn about being a parent, the harder it becomes to fathom it, the responsibility, shit at any moment a baby can just… not live anymore, and you have to be afraid of everything. Is the baby getting the right nutrition, will you have a normal labor, will the baby be healthy inside your tummy. So much information the stress eats at you.

You have no reason to really see Gojo, so when he pops up knocking on your door suddenly, you falter. You see him on your app, and use the buzzer to murmur ‘hang on a minute’ as you hurriedly rush and wash your hot cheeto dusted fingers, and brush your teeth. You peer at your dark circles- another pregnancy gift, surprise, you’re anemic!

Shit.

Why would he find you attractive, in your dumb little sweats that you’re almost not able to pull over your ass, that has just gotten bigger. Apparently girls do that, they make your ass and hips huge too. You frown as you turn in the mirror, tummy pooching out of the tee shirt that once covered it, and Satoru is still annoyingly ringing at your door bell, at ten pm.

“Hold on!” You stomp over to the front door, opening it then, and he’s still got stupid black shades on, grinning down at you, as he leans a hand on your doorway, you see his car right behind his body in your parking lot. “What’s up?”

“I needed to… see you, it's been weeks. I…” He trails off, eyes darting down your body, nipples that just want to poke out of your white tee shirt, then lower to your tummy, making him falter. “You’re showing more.”

“Yeah, I know.” Your dejected voice makes him frown. “Did you need something, or…”

“Just… I felt like… I should be here?” You blink a bit then, flushing in his presence, finally stepping aside.

“Come in, I’m sorry. I’m cranky.”

“You were before the parasyte-”

“Satoru!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He holds his hands up in defeat, and you relax just a bit.

“I’m feeling so achy, tired… I’m anemic I guess.”

Satoru frowns now. “That’s low iron, yeah?”

“Hot cheetos aren’t a good source of iron.” You’re smiling just a bit, and he’s chuckling, brushing back his white locks and easing off his shades now, blue eyes so pretty they wreck you, even as used to them as you are.

“Iron supplements then. Are you taking any?” You nod a bit, tugging at your shirt, and his hand comes to touch your tummy now, making your breath catch. “Bad girl, better take that iron.”

“You gonna punish me, hmm?” He’s leaning lower now, stepping further and further inside your quiet little home, hand firmly on your tummy as he backs you until you’re against the opposite wall.

“Think I won’t? Did you miss me sweetheart?” His voice is cocky, full of himself, but you hear it, the vulnerability, the raw need.

Your heart pounds as you nod just a bit, before you can stop yourself, shaking your head. “No way.”

“Did she miss me?” He’s got a thigh between yours, moaning as he feels your heat, hands on either side of your head, his own resting on yours as he bends over, earning your whine as he presses his thigh up.

“You missed me? Or her?” Your breathy words are right against his lips, and he dies to tell you, how badly he’s wanted to come over, how badly he needs you, all of you.

But he gulps instead, lifting that strong muscled thigh higher, watching your pretty face falter, breasts that have gotten so much fuller rising with your breaths enticing him, making him lower a hand. He brushes the sides of them with his fingertips, watching your nipples perk out more in response, cock throbbing with need now.

“Maybe I missed you both.” His hushed declaration ends you, your hands slipping up his polo now, gripping the material tightly and yanking him lower, while you arch your hips.

“Am I still sexy, Satoru?” Your whisper ends him, he moans now, hands finding purchase on your hips.

“So sexy I can’t think of anything but fucking your sweet little cunt, hmm?” You’re tearing his clothes damn near off him, releasing every bit of anything you’ve been holding back, as you both stumble back to your room. ‘Missed you, fuck’

You think you heard that, but it’s hard to hear when there’s ringing in your ears, when you’re struggling to catch your breath, with just how good Satoru fucking feels, the way he touches you, how he just lifts you like you’re nothing, even as you feel so weird in your own body. He just forces your brain to think of one thing- fucking him, kissing him, feeling him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He whispers, on his knees as he slips off the rest of your clothes, falling in a whisper to your ankles, kissing a new little mark left by his baby, making him feral, groaning as he inhales you, but you’re yanking up on him.

“Satoru, please fuck me.” Satoru’s not going to turn you down, ever, he’s immediately hard, kissing you deeper and deeper, hand reaching down to grip swollen breasts, moaning.

“Which way, baby, hmm?” He’s whispering, you press him down then, right on your bed, and he tries to take your shirt off, making you pause. “Lemme see you, fuck, please…”

“I’m all jiggly ugh!” He’s shaking his head, lifting your top now, your tits bounce out, full of milk already, while his cock strains against his black boxers, his snowy lashes lowering and casting shadows against his high cheekbones.

“Fucking sexy, shit.” He’s running a hand over your tummy now, thumb brushing a new stretch mark, as you hungrily kiss him, grinding your slick cunt against him, soaking his denim. “Lemme touch you.”

You nod weakly, as he reaches down, rolling his thumb against your clit, which twitches and throbs in reaction, soaking him further. Your head falls back, it feels so fucking good, the two of you have barely seen each other with your work, and his running of his company, so much that it’s probably been a few weeks since you’ve cum at all.

“So eager, baby, huh?” His taunting should annoy you, but it doesn’t, you’re whining and nodding, as he taps your hip, urging you to kneel, and he slips his pretty cock out, smacking his belly button with precum. “God, so wet.”

“Need it, fuck, please.” You’re grinding your slick, eager cunt along his length, as Satoru moans out, urging you with your hips, fingers gripping the curve of them.

“Then take it baby.” You whine out, leaning forward, titties in his face, he sucks at a nipple, sore and sensitive, making you wetter, tummy clenching.

“Satoru!” You’re reaching down, gripping his thick length with a small little hand in comparison, looking down as you guide his tip against your entrance.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you can take him all, can’t you?” You shake your head, struggling to take just the tip of him, whining out, he chuckles then, flipping you over, kissing down your tummy, as your hands enwrap in his hair.

“Satoru…”

“Let me get her nice and ready, huh?” You’re flushed as he kisses even lower, spreading your thighs and groaning at the sight of your slick, glistening pussy, latching his mouth right around your clit, sucking it in as he holds your lips open, moaning as he eyes you.

Your breasts bounce, so full, his hand resting right on your rounded tummy, while you yank on his silky locks, gasping. “There, oh there, please don’t stop- m’so close, Toru please…”

“Mmm, that’s it, cum all over m’face, sweetheart.” He urges, and you shatter, thighs trapping his head in the best position he can even imagine, shaking on either side while your cunt drools out more and more. “That’s it…” He’s mumbling, yanking you closer on his face now.

Everything that’s been swirling through your mind shuts off completely, as your orgasm rocks through your body by his far, far too talented tongue, teeth, fingers, all of him working you so fucking well. ‘M-missed you’ may have slipped from your lips, earning his widened blue eyes.

“Missed me?” He repeats, pressing a kiss on your quivering little clit, slipping two fingers inside your heat as you nod then, tears making your eyes glimmer from just how good it feels. “Missed me making you cum?”

“And more, shh.” You shut him off as you stroke his cock, making him groan, he leans over you now, lifting a thigh and sinking inside you in one stroke. “Fuck, so big oh my god…”

That’s nice to hear.

He’s smirking as your eyes roll back, fucking into you, careful to keep his weight off your tummy, but suddenly as you’re rolling your hips up, he feels something. You’re clinging to him, he’s sucking on a puffy little nipple, moaning at how good you feel, trying to ignore what just occurred, what he just felt from you, when suddenly it happens again, and he pauses.

“Is that… is she kicking?” He whispers now, pulling back, your face is covered in a thin sheen of your sweat, as you lean your head up a bit, looking down and touching your lower tummy.

“Probably all the excitement. It’s fine.” You’re yanking him down for another kiss, and Satoru yanks back. “Satoru, please…”

“The first kick and I’m… oh my god.”

“You’re getting soft, ugh!”

“Sorry, but oh my god.” Satoru pulls back, huge cock even on soft, as he panics, hand slicking through his white locks, shaking it in shock. “What if she knows!?”

“Satoru, she doesn't know, stop it.” You’re up on your elbows, trying to catch your breath as you watch your… baby daddy?... panic.

“What if the first thing the baby knows is my dick!? Shit!” He’s hopped off the bed now, pacing completely naked, and you grimace, laying back, body on edge, pussy still fucking pulsing around nothing now.

“It doesn’t know that, there’s a cervix there!”

“I’m huge, what if-”

“Oh jesus, why did I think you’d want to?” You’re sniffling now, standing and rushing over to your dresser, starting to snatch up clothes, and Satoru immediately stops you.

“No, no I want you, I swear.” You turn and he sees your tears, cursing. “I do, you’re gorgeous like this.”

“I am not, you were just being nice. I’m all jiggly ugh! And you don’t even… I shouldn’t have suggested that.” You’re a mess as you dress up, Satoru’s pulling you against his chest, leaning down as you shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It’s okay if you don’t anymore, I’m sure you can have anyone.”

“What now?” He glares down at you, cupping your face, feeling you tremble in his hold. “That’s bullshit. This is not about you it’s… I’m scared I’ll hurt the baby.”

“Sex is fine, even close to delivery, I’m not so far we can’t go at it.” You eye him now, shaking your head. “Pregnant sex can be weird I’m sure, I shouldn’t have… pounced on you, shit.”

“Stop it. Now.” He grabs your chin, pressing a kiss on your lips, feeling how tense you are as his other hand slips up your back. “I want you. I just got… scared. It’s not how I wanted to know she kicks now.”

You sigh now, nodding and kissing him again, letting him hold you so tightly, fuck it feels good, just being in his arms. So good it’s scaring you. “You’re a good person.”

“What now? You bonk your head again?”

“You are. You’re sweet and caring, and you’re sparing my feelings.”

“Oh fuck this.” He glares, turning you around now, until you’re facing your dresser mirror, looming so tall over you as he arches your back, slipping your shorts right back off. “Look at you.”

“A mess…” He sighs, yanking your top off, a hand gripping a tit, squishing it in his big palm as he presses his cock back against your entrance, watching as your eyes dilate in the reflection, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

“Beautiful mess. Sexy, these tits, this ass? This body… those eyes…” He presses his cock inside you, lifting your thigh up as he bends down, resting your thigh up on your dresser, holding you like you’re nothing. “This perfect, tight little cunt around me.”

“S’good, you’re- ah!” He’s slammed his cock deep then, your hand comes to rest on the cool glass of the mirror, leaving a palm print as he shoves his cock so deep, throbbing in your slick walls, which gush down his length.

“You’re gorgeous, talk shit again and I’ll punish you, hmm?” You nod eagerly, as he laughs against your neck, fingers twisting your nipples. “This is what you wanted, should have asked me over. Needed to cum all over my cock, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, please, please- mnh!” You’re done as he fucks into you, a little rougher but still cautious, holding onto you, your head falls back against his chest, his reflection revealing eyes nearly black with desire, his huge hands overtaking you by every inch of your skin, his teeth sinking into your neck when he hits deep, making you gasp.

“That’s it, cum f’me baby…” His words end you again, when don’t they, but something is so intimate when he tilts your chin down. “Watch how pretty you still are, you’re prettier, okay?”

You tear up as you nod, and one thing hits as deep as his long, curved cock against your cervix-

Your feelings.

You’re in love with him.

Fuck.

You’re convulsing when he presses in once more, having you watch until you can’t even see anymore, until your eyes roll back and you’re blinded, drool falling right out of your mouth as your walls flutter around him. Satoru groans, you’re so sensitive you can’t stop cumming, when he fills you so good, cum coating every bit of your slick hole now.

He’s whimpering in your ear, clinging to you, and one thought reigns through his ringing ears, as he feels you twitching and shaking in his embrace, as he feels your muscles pushing his cum all down his length, mixing with your slick arousal. One thought infiltrates his mind as he watches your beautiful face, as he hears your whines, as he sees your eyes open back up.

He’s in love with you.

Fuck.

Has he always been?

He eases you down now, gently, eyeing the condensation left from your breath against that now messy mirror, both of your hand prints against it, his so big, yours so small in comparison. He places your feet on the floor after pulling his thick cock out of your tightening cunt, still staring at you in the mirror now, gulping down the heavy emotions of the moment.

He knew it wasn’t just sex, he knew something deeper was there, but the way your eyes meet him, the way you’re clinging to him, the way his hand brushes your tummy, pressing just a bit, it’s so intimate it takes his breath. The madness, the passion, it’s just pieces of it, the connection, then and there, without words, overwhelms his senses so badly he can’t imagine not having this.

“Thank you for it, all of it. Thank you for-”

“Shh.” He turns your chin, lowering his head, taking over your every sense, when you taste yourself on his plump lips, pressing kisses against yours. “Don’t thank me for showing you the truth.”

“Satoru…” You turn now, pulling him down, kissing him over and over, as he pulls you gently against him, picking you up in his arms, lifting you until you’re sitting on your dresser, exhaling and running his hands down you. “You make me feel so pretty.”

“You should. One thing you’ve always been is pretty, even when you’re mean, or… psychotic.” You’re laughing now, as he continues to swipe your tears. “I’d never be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“I know that. I got in my head?”

“So did I, shit.” You both laugh softly, and Satoru’s alarm goes off, he grimaces as he looks at it. “I have work in the morning or I’d stay.”

“Oh, it’s okay. You can go if you need.” He frowns now, shaking his head just a bit, brushing your hair back off your neck, as the ceiling fan works overtime to make either of your overheated bodies cool.

“Come stay with me for a couple days, help me set up a nursery? You can spend all my black card you want.” You giggle now, nodding, earning his relieved little smile, you’re so stressed, he can feel it in your energy, he can see it on your pretty, exhausted face.

“I’d love to. I’m so excited.” Soon you’re both by the front door, and Satoru’s kissing your head, holding you against him tightly.

“We are naming her Satoruette, right?”

“No way.”

“Maybe you are still mean.” He pouts, earning more of your laughter, tilting your chin up as the cool breeze from the dark, starry night pours in.

“Kiyotaka better get good money for all this.”

“He’s richer than me, psh.” You roll your eyes, falling back into his hug.

“I’m… excited to spend time with you.” Your whisper touches him then, as he holds you close, falling deeper every moment, feeling a little kick against him.

“All you need is dick hmm?”

“Oh god!”

He’s grinning, so fucking handsome then, with the moonlight enhancing that tall silhouette of his, your heart races. You almost say you love him, fuck it feels horrible not saying it, but what does that make the two of you? So far you’re practicing being friends, co parents, sleeping together, but tonight, when he whispered how pretty you were?

When he held you?

When he reassured you?

Fuck you can barely hold the words back.

“Get some sleep, go eat your hot cheetos.”

“Oh!” You shove at him playfully as he grins, leaving you alone, back resting against the cool wood of your door, mind whirling.

After a nice hot shower, you get your text, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to them, to them all. Even his pervy, ridiculous and goofy texts- like this one.

Fratboy Gojo🙄 Tell Satoruette good night from her Papa <3

You giggle, shaking your head, sipping on some water as you set the smut book you’ve been reading on your tablet down.

Sorority Brat 💦😻 Satoruette will never be her name, but I will tell her good night for you.

Satoru smiles down at his phone, he can still taste you, he can still inhale your scent all over him, see your pretty face in his head. He turns on his side, dying to hold you in his arms once more, only once he ever had really, but he longs to have you, to have you all the time.

Fratboy Gojo🙄 Daddy says good night to you too.

Sorority Brat 💦😻 I’m never calling you daddy!

Fratboy Gojo🙄 You will one day ;)

Sorority Brat 💦😻 Lol, good night Satoru, see you soon.

Fratboy Gojo🙄 Good night, sweets.

The two of you fall asleep, love deep in your hearts and building with each breath, him holding a body pillow, picturing you, as you touch your tummy lovingly, feeling a little kick, smiling now. “Dad said good night, sweet girl.”

They're in lovvvvvee- I snorted at several scenes here, I have way too much fun with him. I said four parts so expect either a VERY long next part for the last, or two more (it's me lol) hope you enjoyyy

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kleem-o · 2 months ago

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I can’t stop thinking about Obsessive Ex Boyfriend!Sukuna. You and him were together since highschool, which shocked people, but at the same time they kinda get it. Sukuna was your typical asshole, and you were a spoiled high maintenance princess. Oh don’t get me wrong though, you weren’t just all bark, you were all BITE too. Top of the class and excelled at sports (well it was passable). But the same also applies to Sukuna, both of you fighting for the top spot in academics (you always won) and sports (he always won). You guys were such an oddly cute couple, always bickering.

“Kuna go get me some snacks in the cafeteria please!”

“Damn brat go do it yourself!” *still proceeds to go buy you snacks without hesitation*

But you guys weren’t always bickering, behind closed doors he secretly LOVED being babied. You guys usually have cuddle dates in his room with his door locked (he learned to lock the door after his baby brother Yuji suddenly entered to borrow his switch)

You would lay on your back with him on top of you, burying his face on your neck.

“I love you so much, who’s my good boy?”

“I am.. ‘love you..”

You would let your hands play with his hair and caress his back, and he feels like he’s literally melting. He’d be damned if anyone else saw him like this, he’d rather die.

Now here’s where it gets tricky, you guys graduated highschool and are now off to college, unfortunately you guys are going to different colleges (which you both had a fight about) but are still in the same city.

The little bickerings became actual fights, not caring where you guys were (yours and Sukuna’s poor friends are traumatized).

But extreme lows comes with extreme highs, when you guys made up or behind closed doors, you and Sukuna act as if a fight never happened.

“I love you so much baby” Sukuna always makes promises of undying love, in hopes that you would understand that even though you guys fought a lot, his love for you will never change.

But then after one fight (shhh i might make a fic about this if yall want) you broke up with him.

His world was shattered. But being who he was, his pride was too high to give in (or at least in the outside)

He would pretend that he was fine when clearly… the voice messages he sends you at night says otherwise.

“Ha! Yeah, I don’t really give a shit anymore, ‘m too busy getting fucked over by exams anyway.”

“Hey baby, please can we talk? I really miss you and I’m sorry please, give me one chance please, I love you”

“Yoo bro, you okay? You’re pretty wasted” Gojo says as he tries to take Sukuna’s drink in his hand. “Fuck off, ‘m fine..” Obviously he’s not, he had way too many shots even for someone who had high tolerance, the lights of the bar was making him dizzy, and his empty notifications despite his numerous voice and text messages to you were starting to make his eyes blur with tears. Gojo saw this and threw their other friend, Geto, a look.

They both had a hard time trying to haul Sukuna in Gojo’s car, with Sukuna deadass crying talking about I need her back, she can’t do this to me, we aren’t over, I love her. He kept yelling too, about bringing him to your place instead of his. So they called you and you agreed to have him over because its dangerous for him to be alone in his state (totally not just because you miss him, and lowkey want to see him wasted and crying lol)

They brought him to your unit and left telling you to call them if you need help with anything. The moment the doors closed Sukuna hugged you tightly. “Please..please come back to me.. make me yours again please.. I-I love you please ‘m sorry..” He was literally sobbing on your shoulder, with you patting his back.

“Okayy big guy let’s go to bed” You did your best to clean him up and you both laid on your bed, with you staring at the ceiling and him staring at you.

“Are we back together?” You laugh and looked at him “Hmmm… I’ll think about it, maybe if you beg me in the morning.” Sukuna’s eyes teared up a bit and he smiled. “Can we cuddle for tonight?” You can sense how careful he is with his words, it would be very out of character for other people, but you, and only you, knew that this is how he always was. “ Of course, c’mere.”

Sukuna hurriedly wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face beneath yours. He tangled his legs with yours and took a long breath. It smelled like home. He is home, and tomorrow everything will be okay again.

part 2 or how they broke up

a/n: idk what this is lol i really just needed to get it out of my system 😩 want to write more about this dynamic, the asshole x spoiled brat type shi, like finally someone rivals the energy of the asshole 😩 and also this might be insanely ooc but its ok bc its fun 😚 and also this is just how he is with reader! (totally not just an excuse)

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b-lossm · 7 months ago

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•+*The New Workout Plan*+•

Caitvi x reader Smut ;)

synopsis: Cait and Vi went out of town for their job for a week, leaving you weak and alone..

Smut +18 only, MDNI

Pure filth, Threesome, Dom Caitlyn Kiramman, Switch Vi [mostly dom], Sub Reader, Reader is kind of a brat tbh but like not rlly, subspace??? kinda im not too sure but ill put it here just incase, nudes, lingerie, Mommy and Daddy kink, Praise, Degradation, hair pulling, marking, fingering, strap ons, spitting, pussy slapping, edging, biting, refers to strap as 'cock' and 'dick', begging, trip to strap town with a stop at squirt city, face riding, 'bitch', hickeys, biting kinda Aftercare!!!!

Its been rough without your girlfriends, being all alone for a week is NOT for the faint of heart. They had to go on some business trip for their job, leaving you all alone, making you drive to your Pilates class all by yourself and getting froyo by yourself. Wanting to tease them, you put on their favorite set that you have and you take a cute picture of yourself

you text your groupchat

you: Vi!!! Cait!! :(

Cait<3: What's up princess? is there a problem

You: noo I just missed you guys ;(

You: 1 pic

Cait<3: Look out the window baby

Quickly, you look out the window and see Vi's big truck, they're back and your fucked. You rush to go put on some clothes to greet them outside "Cait! Vi! I missed you!" you hug them and Vi gently bites the shell of your ear, "Saw the picture you sent Sunshine, your so bad for getting us all worked up while we wanted to give you a nice suprise" you squeak as Cait pinches your side "Misbehaving without us? Thought you where better then that honey" damn it,, well..atleast you got to hug them before your punishment!

"f--fuck p--please c--cait--mommy pleace let me touch" you moan out as cait slowly teases your clit while Vi worked on your folds, she tuts "ah I'm not sure... last time I checked good girls got what they wanted.. isn't that right Vi?" Vi nods and talks into your pussy "m--mhmo h-- oh you've been a bad girl" Cait then tugs Vi’s hair slightly “Dont talk with your mouth full” Vi moans and lifts her head up “m-mm okay Mommy” she then dives in “m-m’ close p-please let me c—um mommy” you moan breathily as you hold your hands together, Cait then pulls Vi’s head our from your thighs “Hold it” she commands getting up from her spot behind you to get between your legs while Vi gets both of their straps.

Cait pins you to the bed with one hand as the other works your messy cunt out “thought you could get away with that hm?” she thrusts harshly only slowing to scissor your insides “thought you could just tease us while we where on the trip?” she licks a stripe up your tummy to your breasts and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting softly "You better be a good girl for us baby, god-- who knows what's gonna happen if you aren't" she gives you a cocky grin, spitting on your chest just to lick it back up again. As she fingers you she can tell how close you are, your whimper's and breaths become quick, your legs tremble more your cunt clenches deliciously around her fingers "Wait a second Princess" she giggles and pulls out, slapping your cunt a few times before bringing her fingers up for Vi to taste "mmph.. so good Princess" she moans softly as she lewdly swallows your juices from around Cait's fingers

As Cait secures the harness around herself Vi presses dark, angry hickeys against your neck and thighs "mmph you gonna be a good girl f' me and mommy?" Then you feel Cait's strap tapping at your mouth "Suck." she commands. Hoping to not piss them off--or at least Cait off, you do as she says and press a kiss to the tip of her strap then you slowly take it into your mouth humming as you do so. Cait moans as you send slight vibrations directly to where her clit and the base of the strap meet "being a good girl for once I see" she takes a handful of your hair and forces her strap down while Vi begins to push into your folds softly "Say peach if its too much okay baby? or tap Mommy's thigh three times" Vi says, finally bottoming out so you can feel her large, girthy, cock. With a moan you nod your head, struggling to say something along the lines of 'okay daddy' as you swallow Caitlyn's dick.

You moan and clench up around Vi "oooh I think someone here is bouta' cumm" she teases, halting her movements and looking at Cait to give the final call if you should get your release or not “Hmm do you think you should be able to cum?” Cait asks you, pulling your head off of her strap “M—mhm—p-please Mommy p—please Daddy lemme c—Ah~—cum” you whine and beg desperately as Vi’s thumb finds your clit, toying with you and keeping you on edge. Vi tuts "I think you can beg better then that princess" she takes her thumb away, slapping your messy cunt a few times "lemme hear it babes" Vi ghosts her thumb against your clit more as Cait slaps her strap against your cheeks "Come on, beg for mommy and daddy" you can hear her cocky chuckles "M-mommy ah-! daddy please--please lemme cu--m I'll b' the bes--ohhhghguuhh--best girl for you pp--please mo-mmmy ah! p--please dAddy~" you whine out as they make out on top of you, both fighting for dominance. Under them you feel like a toy in the best way possible, truth be told, you love it when they fight for dominance over you, you especially like it because one of them always ends up being a little subby, kind of like you right now. They eventually break the kiss, ending because Vi comes, just by strapping you down "go make our girl come Vi. Now." Cait commands as she takes her strap off and lowers her pussy onto your hungry mouth "eat." she then feverishly makes out with Vi while riding your face.

Its all too much for you. Caitlyn's sweet wet juices all over your face, her clit bumping the tip of your nose while yours gets tortured by Vi's middle and ring finger as she thrusts into your hungry cunt rapidly "fucking take it bitch--" Vi moans softly into Cait's mouth "C--Close" Cait whines and speeds up her movement, Vi doing the same to make you moan into her cunt "Fuck-- same" Cait's hand finds Vi's clit and rubs it to add to her pleasure "O--oh gosh!'" you moan into Cait's messy--messy pussy as you lap up her juices, squirting in the process "Shit baby.." Vi says as her whole bottom half is covered in you. Cait gets off of you breathlessly, laying next to you as Vi pulls out and lays between you two "God we need a bath.."

After a quick power nap, Vi gets up and runs a bath for the three of you, her orgasm not effecting her that much due to her extensive stamina. You then feel two pairs of strong arms lower you into a warm body of water, quickly joining in with you "Thank you mommy" you cuddle up to Cait "No babes, s' just Cait and Vi now okay?" she clarifies, rubbing shampoo into your hair as Vi massages your body "Mhm that's right cutie. S' just Cait and Vi" she kissed your collarbones softly, as opposed to the harsh hickeys she left in the same spots.

After the three of you bathed each other and got the care you needed they take you out of the bath to dry you off and brush your hair, feeling a little bad after your kind of harsh session "you okay princess?" Cait asks, blow drying your hair away from your skin "m-mhm.. that was nice" you say sleepily, Vi then comes back with your favorite pajama set, a cute tank top and its matching shorts "this is the one right babes?" she kisses your temple and holds your hand to help you get dressed. They both appreciate these domestic moments, even if its right after a rough session, they just like taking care of you. Yes, they do know that you are well prepared to take care of yourself, but they cant help but baby you sometimes, they just love you so much! Cait carries you to the bed and sets you down on the fresh sheets "you okay to sleep honey? got everythin' you need" she whispers into your ear, kissing the shell "mhm m' okay.. jus' need you guys" they both let out a small 'aw' as they cuddle into you from both sides "G'night, love you guys" you say sleepily "love you to Princess, and you too Vi g'night" Cait settles into her spot "G'night babes, love you guys" Vi mumbles, her words slurred as she quickly passes out.

you lucky duck

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I hope you guys love this!! click here for Aftercare hcs [it'll be linked in a few hours if your early]

umm when caitvi sesbian lex scene drops im sorry for the persom im going to become.

tags but just for this fic because they commented :)

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etherealval · 4 months ago

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dating chris headcannons | a/n: these were actually so fun to write!! let me know if you guys want more :))

⭑𓂃 he’s the type to always have a hand on you, no matter what. whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together, intertwining your fingers absentmindedly, or draping an arm over your shoulders when you walk beside each other. he just likes the reassurance of your touch

⭑𓂃 he loves calling you “baby” more than your actual name. it just rolls off his tongue naturally, and half the time, he probably doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. “baby, pass me that?” , “baby, c’mere.” , “what are you doing all the way over there, baby?” he drags it out when he’s whining, murmurs it when he’s half-asleep, and says it so sweetly in passing that it makes your heart flutter every time.

⭑𓂃 he’s so dramatic about missing you, even if it’s only been a few hours. if you haven’t texted him back in a while, you’ll get something ridiculous like, “i’m wasting away over here, baby. do i even exist to you anymore?” he’ll call you just to sigh dramatically into the phone, groaning about how “life is so boring without you.” and when he finally sees you again, he makes a whole show of it, pulling you into a crushing hug, rocking you side to side, whispering, “never leave me again.”

⭑𓂃 he loves taking pictures of you, even when you’re not paying attention. his camera roll is full of you, some of them are cute, some of them are blurry mid-laugh, and some are just straight up ridiculous. he’s got a whole folder dedicated to candids of you, and he refuses to delete a single one. when he’s traveling without you, he scrolls through them just to feel close to you. and if you ever catch him taking one? he just smirks and says, “can’t help it, you’re my favorite view.”

⭑𓂃 he loves watching you get passionate about something. he could listen to you talk for hours, especially when you get really into it, whether it’s about a book, a movie, or some random niche topic you love. he’ll just sit back, watching you with this soft grin, nodding along, even if he has no clue what you’re saying. and when you realize you’ve been rambling and apologize, he shakes his head. “nah, baby, keep going. i love seeing you like this.”

⭑𓂃 he hypes you up like it’s his full time job. any outfit you wear? “damn, baby, you’re really gonna make everyone jealous today, huh?” any new project you take on? “they don’t even know how lucky they are to have you.” even if you’re just doing something simple, like making breakfast, he’s watching you like you just cured world hunger. “look at my girl, being all talented and shit.”

⭑𓂃 he randomly texts you the most unserious things. sometimes he sends cute messages, like “miss u, come over” or “thinking about u rn , just thought u should know.” but other times, it’s complete nonsense. “if i were a worm, would u still love me?” or “just saw a dog that reminded me of u.” and if you ever ignore him for too long, expect an “hello????? do u hate me now????” followed by an influx of dramatic emojis

⭑𓂃 he loves pulling you into his lap, just because. doesn’t matter if you’re in private or in a room full of people, he’ll pull you onto his lap the second he gets the chance. wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, acting like he’s just getting comfortable, when really, he just wants to feel your hips against his. and if you so much as shift against him, he’ll exhale sharply, fingers digging into your hips as he mutters, “you tryna test me right now, baby?”

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rafesangelita · 11 months ago

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rafe jerking off to one of kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures and making a mess out of himself? 😵‍💫

warnings: reader sends pics, male masturbation, suggestive ending

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: i just got this sample in for my next collection, what do you think?

rafe stared at his phone, utterly speechless at the sight. how was it that he was the one to receive a picture of you in the skimpiest lingerie he’s ever seen?

he swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he inspected every detail, every curve of your body in the photo. you were obviously in bed, the thought of him barging into your room and ripping every last piece of lace off of you before fucking you into oblivion was, without a doubt, something he was seriously considering doing right now.

mind scrambling to write a reply, rafe cursed under his breath as another picture lit up his screen.

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: cute little detail, right?

if rafe thought he was losing his mind at the first photo, he was definitely losing it now. there, in the middle of your bra, hung a small gold pendant with the letter ‘R’, the damned thing glinting underneath the dim lighting of your room.

rafe was already a jealous hothead, so to see you put his own little mark on you willingly? oh, he was going to show you his appreciation. with his phone long forgotten next to him, rafe stroked his already hard cock, wishing his hand was your own as he brushed the tip with his thumb.

everything you did drove this man insane. the little glances at his lips whenever you two would be flirting, the way you rested your pretty hand on his thigh when he’d make you laugh, all of it— rafe felt it all boiling down to one thing. and he needed it bad.

“s-shit,” rafe shuddered, his eyes screwing shut as he imagined you on top of him, that pendent with his initial swinging in his face as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. he would bet all of his daddy’s money and tanneyhill, that you’d feel like heaven wrapped around him.

it was embarrassing to rafe how fast he felt himself approaching his high. his mouth fell open, a throaty moan falling from his lips as his hips bucked into his fist. he wondered if you’d let him cum or make him work for it, just like everything else.

the first time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him until you saw for yourself that he wasn’t in any other girls ear. everything, whether it was a peck on his cheek, or simply letting him take you out to lunch, you made his actions determine whether or not he was going to get what he wanted.

“holy fuck!” he whispered, his chest now rising and falling as the band in his stomach threatened to snap. never in his life had he wished he was somewhere else right now, that ‘somewhere’ being between your thighs, hearing your sweet cries of pleasure. rafe couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck his cum inside of you or paint your face, but after this? he figured he’d do both.

“oh, my g-” rafe’s words were cut short when his orgasm hit him, his jaw falling slack as his eyebrows knitted together. spilling his load into his hand, rafe groaned as his cock twitched in his boxers, a hiss sounding from his lips as he continued to move his hand languidly over his length.

by this point, it’d been well over thirty minutes since rafe had left you on seen, your ego a little hurt that he hadn’t responded to any of your texts after you dolled yourself up just for him. just as you were about to call it a night, your phone dinged with a message from none other than the man himself.

[11:33 PM] ray <3: made a mess. i’m getting in the shower and then i’m making my way over there. be ready for me, doll.

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moonaaara · 2 months ago

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modernau!smoke & stack headcanons

➠ notes: when sinners is such a wonderful movie metaphorically, cinematically, and emotionally, that i start writing again. wow....

smoke. ⭑ he's a businessman that leaves your apartment for days at a time, but when it comes back to you, he's all elijah and no smoke. you're his peace, and when he hugs you, his arms snake around your lower back as he takes in your familiar scent.

⭑ he calls you his lady when he's outside. makes sure everyoneee knows y'all go together real bad.

⭑ he's normally so stoic, but when you're in his lap, he's incredibly unrestrained. gets kiss-drunk reallll easy. immediately flips your position to kiss you stupid too so you're grasping at him and rolling your hips closer to him. "girl, you a damn distraction. keepin' me away from my work... you miss me?"

⭑ definitely has a sleeve tattoo.

⭑ he loooves r&b. definitely has a vinyl player in his house. he listens to sade, d'angelo, musiq soulchild, brandy, lauryn hill. on occasion, he'll put on some j. cole or kendrick. he listens to the type of music where you're like "whatchu know about this?"

⭑ looooves it when you hang onto his arm in public. he be trying to hide his smirk.

⭑ enjoys taking down your braids with you and washing your hair. he finds the intimacy of it so peaceful.

⭑ very intuitive to your needs. he can sense when your mood shifts on a dime.

⭑ he's a person who adores acts of service even though he would never admit it to you. his frown deepens when he gives you a black card of his, and he gets no notification of it being used.

⭑ he realized that you were the one the day he opened up to you frfr. he was talking about his father and other people that have hurt him, and you kissed his chest because "it was the closest i'll get to kissing your heart." that day he knew he wanted to take care of you the same way you adore him forever.

stack. ⭑ he tries out an assortment of nicknames on you to see which ones make you flounder a little, let out a small sigh of contentment. he settles on angel, pretty girl, and the occasional drawl of baby. if you send him a selfie of you that's particularly striking, he'll call you his dime piece.

⭑ loves a brat. ohhhhh, he adores the chase. the eye rolls, the lash flutters, the teasing— it excites him. the more you pout and sass, the wider he grins. he likes it when you yell at him (playfully.) when your glossed lips start to move a bit faster and there's a fire in your eyes.... his dick twitches a little.

⭑ y'all have matching grillz.

⭑ this nigga loves physical affection. always has a hand on you, whether it's your lower back when you're wearing a sundress or your ass in the jeans he bought you. when you two are cuddling at night, he would literally climb into your skin if he could.

⭑ y'all be weird as hell together... when he's in the privacy of his own home, stack's weird as fuck. he lets you "bite" him. the better phrase for it would be lightly sinking your teeth into his bicep, but his ass will narrow his eyes and stare at you as if he didn't shove you off of him. "my girl a freaky lil' shit..."

⭑ he has the music taste of a whore. i'm talking partynextdoor, brent faiyaz, smino, don toliver, dvsn, and miguel. he kisses his teeth whenever you put your playlist on in the car, but you can see him vibing to it regardless. (he will never ask you the artist name himself though.)

⭑ loves to text you the most dirtiest things. i will not be providing further context.

⭑ he looks away when you ask him for something, because if he looks directly at you and your soft, glowy skin, he will in fact cave immediately.

⭑ loves taking photos of you. you when you're dressed up, you when you're just in his shirt, you when you're out in complimenting outfits. he keeps a polaroid of you two together in his wallet. "baby, what are you doing?" "i have the prettiest damn woman."

#sinners x reader #modernau!stack #modernau!smoke #sinners au #sinners fanfiction #stack x reader #smoke x reader #smoke x black!reader #stack x black!reader #sinners x black!reader

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misstycloud · 1 year ago

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Yandere cowboy x fem.reader

Yandere! Cowboy who’s the towns sweetheart. How can he not be? He helps every troubled soul he comes across, doesn’t matter who they are. He works hard every day to easy the load of providing for the family, he’s not a child anymore, of course he’ll do anything he can to help out! Besides, who wouldn’t fall for those muscles and pearly smile? You’d be crazy if you didn’t.

Yandere! Cowboy who you meet the first day of your ‘vacation’ to stay at your grandparents. Your parents though you’d been acting up the last weeks so they decided it was best to send you away for the summer, much to your dismay. Now you’d have to text your friends that you can’t hang out at all. Damn it. Being forced to stay in a in-the-middle-of-nowhere town definitely wasn’t your top priority. There was practically no service and nothing to do all summer. You’ll be bored out of your mind unless you manage to find something to entertain you. Luckily, there does appear to be something worthy of your attention- or rather, someone. It’ll certainly make things more interesting.

Yandere! Cowboy who you think is kinda cute, if not a little weird. He’s no doubt very different compared to the boys in the city- speaking in that special accent, wearing worn overalls, sweat at his forehead everytime you meet and practical thinking above all else. Still, you find yourself intrigued by his contrasting personality.

Yandere! Cowboy who is enchanted by you. You’re just so….wonderful. Funny enough, he also thinks you’re different, which interests him. Normally, he isn’t the type to brag and is quite humble, but he isn’t blind. He can see the way the girls in town drool over him. He knows he’s attractive. But you, you don’t fall over your feet whenever you gets a glimpse of him. You don’t stutter over every word while talking to him- in fact, you’re as cool as a cucumber. It almost seems like you’re flirting with him.

Yandere! Cowboy who notices you way your eyes sparkle when you speak of your interests. He starts thinking about the way you sound when laugh, how you pout when you’re frustrated and what you look like when you’re sad. It’s all beautiful. You are beautiful. Soon, it’s not only that he focuses on. Now, every time you’re walking ahead of him, he pays attention to the curve of your ass, how your hips sway when you walk, and suddenly he finds himself having to adjust his pants.

Yandere! Cowboy who you enter a special relationship with. You’re more than friends but less than actual lovers- that’s how you see it at least and you believed that’s what yan! Cowboy wanted, too. You two spend all your free time together in each others arms and going on cute dates around town and in the forest.

Yandere! Cowboy who wishes to marry you. You’re his perfect match! It must be fate that you ended up in their little town. He’d give you a big beautiful ring- he’s saved up quite a bit during his years of working, so he can easily afford it- and let you have whatever wedding you imagine. He’d make sure it’s exactly how you want it. Then, he’ll personally build you a house. Of course, before he starts working on that, he’ll need to know if you want a porch, what kind of shutter you want and what colour should the exterior be, would you like a fireplace?

Yandere! Cowboy who can’t believe it; you’re leaving? You say that summer is over and you don’t have to stay there with your grandparents anymore. You almost seem…relieved. No, that can’t be it. You love him! Right? Or was the connection he felt just one-sided?

“Sorry, you weren’t meant to catch feelings for me or anything. I just wanted to have fun, pass the time y’know.

“So I didn’t meant anything to you? Not even a little bit?…”

“I do like you. But I live in the city and my stay here was never going to be permanent. Like I said, I’m sorry it got a little too serious.”

“…….”

“Yeah, I gotta go now. I wish you well though, see ya.”

Yandere! Cowboy who spiraled after you left. You’ve dug yourself too deep in him. He can’t imagine going on about his life like you never existed. He thought you could be happy there, even if wasn’t like the big city you were used too, but that was clearly not the case.

If he had to uproot his life and move to be with you, then so be it. He wonders if you’ll be happy to see him again.

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sv3t1ana · 3 months ago

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SYNOPSIS ᯓ Satoru Gojo was the worst kind of DJ, the kind who knows he's hot, rich, and talented. You were the only girl in the club not impressed. So, of course, he makes you his problem, escorting you to a backroom when his set was over to fuck you absolutely senseless.

PAIRING ᯓ DJ! Gojo x fem! reader

WARNINGS ᯓ club AU, smut MDNI, fingering (f receiving), spanking, cowgirl, he's ROUGH, pussydrunk, he fucks you SILLY, lots of dirty talk, biting, he makes a mess of you, choking, cervix kissing, multiple orgasms, he wants to impregnate you, it's a damn marathon

WORD COUNT ᯓ 5.0k

You stretched your arms over your head, the pillow slipping from your grasp and falling to the floor with a dull thud. You groaned, eyes squinting against the harsh light streaming in through the blinds, and glanced at the digital clock by your bed. 9:00 AM. God damn it. You were hoping to sleep the day away again, just like last night. But here you were, wide awake, tangled in a mess of blankets, wondering why you spent so much of the last year wrapped up in a guy who didn’t deserve you.

It had only been a week since you broke up with him, and yet at the same time, it felt like a lifetime. You couldn’t help but feel stupid. He was boring, so boring. A drone of empty words spewing nonsense about work and finances, an endless parade of rules and restrictions. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d felt truly alive in the entire year you’d been together. He’d keep you tight on your leash, his idea of a relationship was control. Only one day a week for your friends? No late nights, no spontaneous plans. No freedom. The constant anxiety of wondering if you’d been enough, if you’d pass his test of demands. But now, all you felt was this gnawing frustration. Why had you settled for that?

Sighing, you rolled out of bed and padded your way to the bathroom, tugging at the oversized t-shirt that hung loosely over your body. Your hair was a mess, no surprise there, and you hadn’t bothered to touch a drop of mascara in what felt like forever. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection a reminder of just how much you’d let yourself go. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing. Maybe it was just what you needed.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, snapping you from your daze. A text message from Shoko flashed on the screen.

Shoko: “Get out of the house for once, it’s been a week. You need to get back out there.”

You frowned, staring at the screen. The last thing you wanted was to be out there, mingling, pretending that everything was fine when it wasn’t. But you knew Shoko. She wouldn’t stop until you were back out in the world.

Before you could even type a reply, another text message came through in the group chat.

Utahime: “Get over that fucking loser already. We’re taking you out tonight. And we’re making some bad fucking decisions, just like the old days.”

Your lips twitched in amusement, they were both your best friends since college. Reckless, unhinged, unrelenting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror again. The bags under your eyes from last night’s sleeplessness stared back at you, your reflection a stark reminder of the wreckage your relationship left behind. You rolled your eyes, exhaling. Maybe you didn’t want to go out, but if you didn’t, Shoko and Utahime would make your life miserable. You grabbed your phone, typing out the only response you could.

You: “Yeah, whatever. Fine.”

After hitting send, you tossed your phone and moved toward the shower.

Later that day, you hurriedly rushed through your apartment, heels clicking against the wooden floor as you paced around. Your closet was a mess, clothes strewn about from the mess of getting dressed. You hadn’t worn heels in so long, you had to physically wipe dust off of them before even thinking about putting them on. So much for getting back out there.

You laughed at yourself as you walked into the living room in oversized sweatpants and an old shirt with holes in it, paired with heels that didn’t belong. You looked ridiculous, but at least you weren’t a complete mess, right? You’d forgotten how to feel sexy with all the stress of the breakup, but tonight, you were going to remind yourself of who the fuck you were.

You walked over to the closet, pulling out a soft, black, mini-dress that clung to your curves like it was designed specifically with you in mind. The fabric accentuated your soft, natural shape. Nothing too tight, but it was enough to make your hips sway and bust stand out in the best way. Maybe you could make this night a little more about you than the mess of your past.

You sat on the floor in front of your mirror, makeup scattered around you like some kind of artistic chaos. Your hands moved with their usual precision, applying mascara to your lashes with practiced ease. A little light eyeliner, subtle eyeshadow that made the color of your eyes pop, and a slick of lip gloss to finish it off.

You took one last look at yourself, almost not recognizing the person staring back at you. You couldn’t help but blush, just a little self-confidence wouldn’t hurt.

Suddenly a horn honked outside your window. You heard it again, this time for longer, and you knew it was Shoko and Utahime. You grabbed your bag and slipped out the door, heels clicking once more as you made your way down the stairs.

The midnight air outside was a mix of cool and sticky, but the moment you stepped out of the car it was like walking into a furnace. The club loomed ahead, neon lights dancing in every direction as you trailed behind Shoko and Utahime toward the entrance. The bass hit first, a deep, pulsing thud that rattled your chest before even reaching the door. You could hear the muffled roar of the crowd even from the street, the sounds of bodies pressed against one another, strobe lights flashing through the glass windows. The club was already packed, every inch of the place overflowing with heat, energy, and chaos.

You took a deep breath as the bouncer let you in. The smell hit you instantly, sweat, perfume, and a sharp tang of alcohol mixing with the faint remnants of cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. It was almost intoxicating, the flashing lights making you feel like you’d stepped into another world, the kind where nobody knew you and nobody cared to. You could be whoever you wanted to be here.

The layout of it was pretty simple, sleek. The bar stretched across the back wall, glowing under harsh white lights, bartenders moving swiftly and expertly mixing drinks while the crowd leaned in, shouting to be heard over the blaring music. Small seating areas lined the edges of the floor, tucked in alcoves with low leather chairs and intimate tables, though no one was sitting tonight. Everyone was on the dance floor, and ahead, towering above everything else was the DJ booth.

You squinted past the crowd, eyes catching on the huge, flashing screen behind the booth. The letters “DJ GOJO” blinked in bold blues, glaring lights, and then you saw him.

Gojo.

He was wearing signature sunglasses, black ones with silver arms. His white hair pushed around messily, gleaming in the neon lights surrounding him. His black shirt hung loose, just the right kind of cool without trying too hard. It clung to his broad shoulders, and when he leaned over adjusting his mixer you caught a glimpse of the silver chains around his neck. His whole presence screamed confidence, arrogance. His effortless smirk and the way his hands moved to the beat without even thinking about it, yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

The crowd around him was a mixture of giddy girls, learning toward the booth, lifting their tops to flash him. Lingering glances, too-big smiles, begging for his acknowledgment. He brushed them all off like it was second nature to him, an effortless wave of the hand. It wasn’t new. Not to Gojo. He was used to all this.

Shoko leaned into your ear, voice barely audible over the chaos of the music. “I’m out, girl. You know the deal.” She winked before grabbing Utahime’s arm. “Let’s find some trouble tonight, yeah?”

Utahime shot you a look, already following Shoko to the bar. “You coming, or do you need a moment to find your own trouble?” she teased, flashing you a toothy grin.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m good, thanks.” You weren’t here to find someone tonight. You were here to let loose, shake of the weight of everything that happened in the last week. Maybe get a little drunk. Tomorrow would be the same, except you’d be back in your own comfy bed, regretting every bad decision tonight.

But of course, that didn’t stop Utahime from dragging you to the dance floor with her.

The music was pounding, a deep house beat that made your ribcage rattle as it filtered through the speakers. The lights flashed in time with the rhythm, neon hues splashing across your face, your shoulders, around your waist. You and Utahime fall into step together, giggling as you lost yourself in the music. Your body moved instinctively, the beat pulsing in your veins, bass vibrating your bones. You felt like you were floating, the world blurring around you. The crowd was packed, too packed, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t focused on anyone but Utahime, letting her laughter bubble up in your chest.

It was easy to get lost in the music like this, how it wrapped around you, making your body hum. You weren’t thinking about anything but the moment, being here and forgetting everything else. The people around you were just a blur, faces, bodies, movements that didn’t matter.

But from the corner of your eye, you could feel it. Feel him.

Gojo.

He was still up there, brushing off more girls, moving between the controls and the mic with a practiced ease, his presence commanding the room. Though something was different now, his gaze was on you.

He noticed.

Not because you were dancing for him, no, that would’ve been too simple. He noticed because you weren’t looking at him at all. Everyone else was, but you? Lost in your own world, dancing for yourself, not for the attention. Your body moved to the beat so unaware, unbothered by the crowd or eyes on you. Something about that made Gojo shift.

Damn, he thought. Should I mix something just for her?

For the first time in what felt like forever, someone wasn’t dancing for him. The idea alone got under his skin in the best way. It made him want to do something just for you, just to see if you’d react.

He adjusted the controls, beat shifting in a more sultry direction as he slid his hands across the mixer. The tempo dropped, music growing deeper, heavier, and sexier. A low baseline hummed in your chest, pulling you closer to the beat, the kind of rhythm that made your hips move without thinking. You didn’t notice, not yet, but Gojo was playing just for you.

“Yo, even the too-cool-for-this crowd is feelin’ it now,” Gojo’s voice echoed through the mic between songs, and you froze for a second. Was that…? You turned your head, a flicker of curiosity making its way through the haze of the club.

Was he talking about you?

The music eventually shifted to a low hum as Gojo’s set hit intermission. The crowed groaned in disappointment, but he didn’t care. He was lounging behind the DJ booth, a break from the pulsing beats, but it didn’t stop his presence from lingering. The strobe lights still flashed in random intervals, lighting up the bar area with bursts of neon greens and pinks, everything looking like a half-dreamed, blurred haze. You found yourself on the edge of the crowd, perched on a stool at the bar, absently scrolling through your phone.

You hadn’t really planned on being here for more than just the music, but the thought of leaving hadn’t even crossed your mind. You weren’t here to pick anyone up. Hell, you were barely even looking at anyone. Just waiting out the night.

But then you felt the prickling sensation of being watched and slowly, your fingers stilled on your phone screen, the rhythm of the crowd fading into the background as you became hyper-aware of the eyes on you. It was Gojo’s, his penetrating blue eyes that seemed to burn a hole straight through you, eyes locked on yours from across the room.

He was leaning over the bar now, sunglasses perched on his forehead as he whispered something to the bartender. His gaze slid back to you, smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’d been waiting for this.

“You’re the only girl in this club not in love with me. Should I be concerned?” His words were smooth, effortless like he’d said them a million times before.

You didn’t flinch, not even looking up from your phone at first. Lights flickered from above, wild shadows casting his face, but you could still make out the sharpness in his jaw, the casualness with which he moves. Every inch of him oozing that effortless confidence.

“Gojo, huh? Never heard of you,” you quipped with a nonchalance that surprised even you. You leaned back, crossing your arms, watching as the faintest trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

That little response, it was like flicking a switch in him. His smirk grew, just a little more adverse now.

“Is that so?” he leaned in closer, voice dropping lower, a hint of mockery in his tone. “You keep looking at me like you’ve got something to say. I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help it, the words were right there, on the tip of your tongue just itching to be said. And when you spoke your voice was dry, biting.

“I bet you’re only good at DJing because you’re hot. If you were ugly, no one would care.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, a brief silence flicking between you two, and you could feel the tension in the palpable air around you. It was like you’d just thrown a match into a gasoline-drenched room. But then his lips parted again, and he leaned in close enough you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“You talk a big game,” he said, sending goosebumps to prickle your entire body. “Wonder how you’ll sound when I make you moan.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and you could almost feel your pulse spike at the implications of what he just said.

He was, without a doubt, testing your limits. And damn, you were so close to snapping.

In a smooth motion he turned to the bartender, exchanging words briefly as if he were completely unaffected by the stirring uncertainty between you two. That nonchalant ease of his, how he seemed to move through the world with such assertiveness, like he could have any woman he wanted with just a look.

He turned back to you with a grin that was all too self-assured. “How ‘bout a drink, then? Only if you promise to actually enjoy yourself tonight, though. Can’t have you looking miserable in my club.”

You watched as his fingers brushed along the edge of the bar before calling the bartender over.

You almost didn’t know how to respond. His cocky attitude being what made him so infuriatingly attractive. But there was just something else about him drawing you in, something more risky under his charm.

You looked at his hand, still brushing the surface of the bar, fingers lingering too long on the counter.

You could feel his warmth even though he wasn’t directly touching you, the weight of him next to you having its own gravitational pull. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end with him standing just a little too close, practically hovering over you as he leaned in to speak, his voice muffled by the music but still able to send a ripple of awareness through you.

He was such a stark contrast between your ex, who barely ever liked to dance, preferring to sit in silence and sip his drink than let loose to the music. He never understood what it felt like to be this free, he didn’t know how to make your heart race, how to turn a simple night into an experience.

Gojo on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was alive in the moment, radiating an energy you couldn’t look away from, magnetic presence impossible to ignore.

And just then as he leaned back against the bar you couldn’t help but notice him again, really notice him.

His tall frame, the way he loomed, all long limbs with casual grace, moving like a king in his own kingdom.

Light flashing across his face highlighting those white lashes, sharp jaw, blue eyes that cut through the dimness of the club

Something snapped and you could audibly hear it.

Electricity coursing through your veins at a primal level now, a blatant burning desire. You were tired of playing this cool, thinking this might just be what you needed.

Fuck it, I’ll fuck this DJ.

Before you could make your move he stood up straight, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. He shot you one last look, a challenge, before returning to the DJ booth.

The last bit of his set went on for about fifteen minutes, having you on the edge of your seat each time you locked eyes across the room.

Smug bastard grinning like he already knew what you decided.

His smirk was maddening. He had nothing to say as he made his way to you, he could tell from the way your body shifts, in the way you stopped pretending to be indifferent.

He stepped close to you, a hand brushing your waist as he leans into your ear in a low teasing tone you were already getting way too familiar with. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.”

The words are simple, but the implication is charged. He slung an arm over your back, palm resting on your hip as he pulled you through the crowd like he owns the entire place. And for all intents and purposes, he might as well.

Security barely looks up as you two pass, him leading you down a hallway no regular guests are allowed in. It’s quiet, but you could feel your pulse picking up like you didn’t belong here. And yet, Gojo made you feel like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

The backroom door opens and you step into a space so different from the club. Bass muffled, neon lights just a faint glow under the crack of the door, all dim lights and leather furniture. It smelled like expensive cologne and straight up lust.

He didn’t waste any time, the door shutting behind him as the weight of everything building up until this point splitting apart.

You stepped back, hitting the wall behind you as he towered over you, body pressed so close his warm and spicy cologne filling the depths of your lungs, breath hitching as he looked at you with pure, raw, unadulterated lust.

“You were so tough earlier. Got nothing to say now?” he taunts, voice playful but laced with an edge of control. You already knew he loved this game, and now you’re stuck playing it.

He didn’t waist a second in grabbing your leg and pulling it around his waist. You felt his hardness press against you making you hold in a desperate whimper. His hands were greedy, feeling every part of your body his long limbs could reach. He had no hesitation, just rough, urgent hands that wanted all of you.

And you looked so pretty like this, hair framing your face perfectly while your lips shone in the dim lighting, looking at him with big, craving eyes that had him so weak. And maybe this is what it was about you that he felt so drawn to, your willingness to cave to desire while maintaining tranquility. You were so alluring, your own volition taking precedence over anything else, the way you looked at him straight, saw him for what he was. You weren’t just some clout-hungry woman that paraded the fact she fucked the DJ Gojo, rather a woman standing firm in the face of zeal.

His fingers trailed up and down your thigh as your hands linked behind his neck, when you didn’t respond to his question, he pressed his knee between your legs, watching you squirm beneath him.

“If you want it, you gotta say it.” His breath ghosting your skin, inhaling your scent as he did everything but press his lips to yours, he wanted to watch you break first.

You huffed, smiling slightly before bringing your lips to his in a frenzied kiss, darting his tongue out making you suck it, drips of your mixed saliva staining his top as he utterly devoured you with his lips.

Taking your bottom lip in his mouth and biting down hard, his length twitching against your middle as you let out a gripe yelp, which only made him do it again and again.

He kissed you sloppy, mouth devouring yours while his hands traveled your body thoroughly, wildly clawing at the rotund tissue your body offered, and making no effort to hide the moans escaping his lips.

It was filthy, desperate, and unapologetic the way he had you bent over his lap, stuffing three fingers knuckle deep into your lamenting pussy, panties pushed aside and forgotten, giving you absolutely no time to adjust to him, hitting the deepest parts of you as you cried out.

“Let ‘em hear,” he smirked, whispering in your ear as he worked you with his fingers, your pussy battered repeatedly by his long digits.

“Mmm, need to feel you cum,” he instructed, and almost immediately you did. It might’ve been the drink you had or the heat of this all. Either way you were entirely blissed out, sweaty when your mouth dropped open letting out the most guttural wail when the reeling halted, spasming while draped over his lap as he talked you through it.

“That’s right, don’t hold back for me.” He rewards you with a loud slap! to your left cheek, leaving behind a large, red handprint. “S’good for me.”

Your dress was nearly in shreds, breasts popping out the top as the straps stretched and strained under the tension, the hem of it riding up your middle as you straddled him, panties long discarded at some point.

He was fumbling to remove his dick from its confines, your thighs trembling over him eyeing his flushed tip spilling clear liquid, coating his length as he pumped himself a couple times.

“Sit up,” he instructed, teeth clacking with his as he brought your lips together in a swift motion, positioning himself at your soppy entrance.

In one swift motion he grabbed your hips, engulfing himself balls deep as he drove your hips down. His fingerpads were clammy as they gripped you, squeezing like his life depended on it.

He fucked you deeply, driving his hips upward to meet your descent as you just sat there and took it, feeling his girth breach your tight walls, an insane force driving you absolutely mad at the way he fucked you so frantically.

His strangled moans caught somewhere between your lips and his, the ragged movements of his hips as slaps of skin and muffled grunts filled the air. And he looked so delicate like this, drenched white locks disheveled and sticking to his skin like gum, muscles flexing under his shirt.

Oh god, how you wished to see it. So you attempted to grab the hem of his shirt, but the ardent thrust of his hips making it impossible.

He mumbled something unintelligible before almost ripping it at the seams, tossing it over his head and letting it fall across the room.

He was so chiseled despite his tall frame, looking like a sculpture carved from the gods as you scratched your nails deep across his chest. His skin usually a wispy white now dusted in a blushed pink, his striking cerulean eyes with blown out pupils a stark contrast to his pale eyelashes accompanied with heavy lids.

His brows furrowed, corner of his mouth twitching as he somehow fucked you harder, with more abandon.

It was so erotic, just two bodies glossed in a sheen of sweat where he used you like a personal fuck toy. Your pussy squelching! and splashing! with every drive, your walls beating around him erratically.

“fuck- Gojo ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna-”

He crashed his lips into yours, drawing out all of your moans while you melted into him, savoring the smoky taste of whiskey on his lips, mumbling something unintelligible when he reached his peak shortly after you, sparing no excuse to slow down.

You were sitting on your hands and knees, his erection still planted deep inside you as he gripped your jaw, turning your head to meet him. “Call me Satoru.”

You just nodded, your sparkly, glossed lipstick staining his face and makeup running down your cheeks in salty tears you didn’t even know fell.

He manhandled you how he wanted, pushing on your back so you fell forward flat, he cradled you in a prone bone position, using a hand to move the hair off the back of your neck.

In this position the tip of his dick hit deep inside you in a way that made you indisputably pliant. He fucked his own cum deeper and deeper, “Ya’ like it when I’m rough- ngh- don’t ya’.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, relishing the sweet pain as your pussy poured out, a mix of your arousal and his cum staining, and probably, ruining the leather beneath you. It was filthy, sloppy in the way he made such a mess of you and liked it.

Your makeup only streaming further down your face to curve under your jaw and pool before he lifted you by the neck, his long digits spanning more than half the circumference of it and tightening his hold, feeling the way your pulse restricted in his palm, how you let out choked sobs and let your face contort as he repeatedly pounded your cervix, no doubt bruising it.

He only let go to begin leaving bite marks at your neck, leaving long, wet stripes with his tongue over the back of your neck only to clamp your skin between his teeth and clench his jaw, marking you in any way he could think of.

And he didn’t let up, not for a second when he felt your body stutter below him as his body smashed into yours, using the head of his cock to hammer into your g-spot, dragging over it repeatedly and leaving you a gasping mess, pleading your lungs for more air as his pace only quickened, relaxing his pace for a fraction of a second, parting with your salacious body as he lifted your hips, setting you on your knees and letting himself slide in and out of you so effortlessly.

He used his thumbs to grip you, opening you up to view the pornographic way your pussy let out globules of his seed, your entire thighs and his abdomen drenched from the way your pussy wept for him.

Having to physically hold your frail, fucked-out body up, he drunkenly wallowed in how you rasped for him. You looked the most beautiful to him now, body basically jelly.

Oh he was so smitten with you. He was so lust-driven, becoming pussy-drunk long ago as neither his stamina nor erection wavered. He wanted to fuck you filthy, filthy in the kind of way you couldn’t walk tomorrow, filthy in the way you’d have to take multiple showers at home, filthy in the way you’d have to avoid going in public for at least a week because of his marks on you.

His brain was shattered, short-circuiting as his thrusts left the couch below you two creak! and splinter the wood legs holding it up, leather absolutely drenched in a mix of bodily fluids.

He didn’t care at all about replacing it, no matter how expensive it was.

He wanted you to never think about another dick besides his, he wanted you to know no one could make you this breathless besides him.

“Ah- fuck- she’s takin’ me so well,” he panted between breaths. Absolutely enamored by the indecent sounds your pussy was making for him. “She’s so vulgar- fuuck-”

To say he was addicted was downplaying it, no, he was devoted to your body.

A crazed smirk playing on his lips, lapping his teeth as he gripped your cheeks roughly, watching bright red spots appear before gripping you again and again, watching you struggle to take him, your entrance swelling around his length, drudging in attempt to adapt to his volatile pace. He only seemed to get bigger, balls tighter and tighter as time went on.

Cumming over and over on him you lost count, head buzzing in pleasure, eyes fuzzy as your body jolted with each smack of his hips, losing your touch on reality right when you felt Gojo bend, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“Gonna fuckin’- ngh- impregnate you,” all while you felt a sharp sting at your shoulder, the curve of your back sweating under his form as he emptied everything he had inside, heaps of cum spilling out of you in sticky, white streams, slowing his pace to a stop for the first time in hours to grunt in your ear, the tips of his stringy white locks cold on your back.

“Damn sweetheart,” he drawls, pushing your hair out of your face, smoothing the bite marks he left. “Didn’t know you could sound that pretty.”

He laughs, pleased with himself watching how your body still trembled, grinning like he didn’t just fuck you senseless, like he didn’t just erase the memories you had of mistakenly having sex with anyone else.

You glare at him, but it’s half-hearted at best.

“What?” he teases, tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue? ‘Cause she was real chatty-” pointing to your pussy, still a steady stream leaking out of your entrance.

You could only look at him through clouded vision, feeling as he lifted off to you, retrieving a water bottle from the mini-fridge and handing it to you, “stay hydrated, babe.”

Like he didn’t just fuck you so good you forgot your own damn name.

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miltonbarbie · 6 months ago

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Wukong, Mk, and Macaque with a very hyperactive + bubbly crush </3

[Mentions of NSFW]

🍑 Wukong 🍑

He always loved how talkative and straightforward you were, he's never seen someone as confident as you before.

When you first met, his first thought was literally just: WOW. This person is A LOT.

Would honestly listen to you for hours even considering that he can get impatient with other people sometimes.

Greet him with a hug, he'll try playing it off all cool and stuff but he lays awake at night thinking about it.

You two go out to the amusement park a lot. And your always dragging him to roller coasters or REALLY fast rides. He's 100% gonna excuse himself to go to the washroom and then throw up. But he loves you too much to ask you to leave.

He notices every little thing you do, like when your sitting down and you start kicking your feet. He's gonna die and come back to life.

As much as an amazing, strong, powerful and supercool (his words, not yours!) Diety he is, when he thinks about you he legit starts twirling around and jumping up and down squealing like he's your biggest fan.

I feel like he's really good at art, so he's gonna ask if he can draw you once in a while. Tell him you love it, and he's just gonna fall for you again. Even better if you hang it up in your house.

When you start dating, you'll feel more comfortable enough to get more relaxed around him, but it still shocks him how behaved you can be if you want to. He's definitely still used to you being all Impulsive and whatnot.

You two are literally the embodiment of eccentric reckless cutie x chill enabler and it works so well for you two.

This immortal fucking GOD is simping over a hyperactive human dumbass and he feels absolutely no shame for it.

Also let's be real, Wukong is the biggest whore known to mankind. So we all know damn well he's had fantasies of pounding that little mortal pvssy until you screamed.

🍜 Mk 🍜

Oh boy oh boy..

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. PERIOD.

You two gush over everything together, doesn't matter whether it's a show you love or some random shit Mk keeps rambling about like some bootleg illegal ripoff of a Monkey king inspired video game called "MONKE KANG: Asskicker 3D"!!!!!!!!

You both are stupid but you love each other justtt the same <3

In between shifts he'll get caught by Pigsy trying to text you and he'll do it again. And again. And aga-

So much ADHD.. You two get overstimulated being around the other so as much as you don't want, you have to take breaks from seeing him sometimes.

But even with all that energy he has, you still can't get enough of lil' ol' Mk.

He once tried to secretly replace himself with a clone because he wanted to hang out with you but got busy.. You found out right away and yapped about it for 4 hours.

Mk is emotionally unavailable most of the time, so when you two get some alone time, it takes all the strength in him not to confess flat-out because he missed you so so much.

Sometimes he wishes he wasn't the Monkie Kid because it takes time away from being near you. But it's okay, you plan stuff every once in a while.

You got really jumpy and happy when he showed you his Monkey form, and he let you brush his fur for the rest of the day. Now he's like that most of the time because one, he can't really control it. And two, you love his monkey form anyway!

He's definitely thought of fucking you animal-style in that form too.

Have fun being idiots together, the rest of the gang are on literal MISSIONS to keep you two apart.

🎭 Macaque 🎭

Ohhoo he loves seeing that stupidly pretty face of yours whenever you get all excited..

But to be honest, he thought you were REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING at the beginning when he first met you.

He only began to soften up a few weeks or maybe a month or two after realizing how much of a sweetheart you were, and that your hyperactive traits were just a part of what makes you, you.

Sometimes when you're in your room and you're on a call with someone, he'll send one of his shadow clones to listen to your voice for him so he can jerk off to it.

You go to all of his plays, and he's usually a confident guy. But one look at YOU? He's so close to accidentally stuttering on the stage he has to mentally slap himself to make sure not to.

His biggest turn-on is when you wear skirts and you're jumping around all giggly n stuff while he gets the perfect view of your ass.. That's why he prefers to walk beside you or slightly behind you to get that 4k quality.

You two definitely have that Yapper + Listener vibe. You can talk about some absolute bullshit and hell, he'll still be listening to you. But half the time he zones out imagining what that mouth of yours would look like on his cock.

He wanted to buy you roses but got embarrassed (surprisingly) and shoved them up Wukong's ass.

He's a biter. He's such a biter and even while keeping that "friendly" attitude with you, he always finds a way to put his teeth on you. Whether you're fighting over a snack or play fighting. Even during a regular conversation he just bites your shoulder?? Kinky much??? (Yes, he is.)

You found him sleeping on top of your ceiling so you threw a rock at him to wake him up and he started borderline hissing at you like he had rabies. He then realized it was you and didn't speak to you for a whole week.

You make him do things he wouldn't regularly do and it pisses him off.

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naebaetwsog · 4 months ago

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can you do hcs for mutual crushes with boynextdoor?? 🫶🫶

「・Bonedo mutual crush°×

genre.Fluff, they are all blind and dumb (not literal)

pairing.bnd x fem!reader

note.I don’t know about this one but here you go, I hope you like…

Jaehyun

You and Jaehyun are so obviously into each other that even STRANGERS pick up on it. Your friends are begging you two to wake up, but nope.

He’s always glued to you—like if you’re sitting, he’s right next to you with a knee touching yours. If you’re standing, he’s leaning on you like he’ll collapse without your support.

At first, you think, “Oh, he’s just like this.” But no. He DOES NOT do this with anyone else.

Starts getting shy just from thinking about you. His ears turn red when you talk, and if you ever compliment him? He malfunctions.

The moment he realizes his feelings? He goes into panic mode. This man distances himself from you like you’re the sun and he’s about to burn up.

But then… his accidental confession happens.

He meant to send a voice note to his friend but sends it to you instead. In it, he’s like,

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I really like her. It’s getting so hard to be near her and not just… hold her. Kiss her. I even tried staying away, but I just miss her more.”

And you??? You laugh because finally, bro.

You text back: “Jaehyun, you’re actually so dumb. I like you too.”

HE THROWS HIS PHONE. INTO HIS BED. HE STARTS ROLLING AROUND LIKE A DYING FISH.

The same day, you go out to talk about it. He’s blushing and giggling through the entire date.

When he drops you home, you kiss him first. And suddenly, all his nervousness is GONE. He pulls you back in for another one.

You’re not official yet, but everyone knows.

Sungho

Sungho knows you like him. He can see it. But the way you act unbothered? IT’S DRIVING HIM INSANE .

So what does he do? He pretends he doesn’t like you either. Two can play this game.

At least… that’s what he tells himself. But bro starts slipping.

He always sits next to you.

He laughs the hardest at your jokes.

If you mention a guy’s name? Suddenly, he’s in a bad mood.

Things get worse at a mutual friend’s birthday party. It’s a sleepover-style gathering, and some girl locks onto him.

You’re fuming as she gets closer, and then she almost kisses him.

You storm off before you can see more. But guess what? Sungho’s not having it.

He follows you, grabs your wrist (gently), and asks, “Why are you mad?”

You try to play it off, but your voice is shaky. “I don’t know. Maybe because you let her do that?”

Silence. He’s just staring at you. Then, out of nowhere, he kisses you.

“You think I care about her? I’ve only ever wanted you.”

The rest of the party? He’s got an arm around your waist like a damn statement. The other girl? Who is she? We don’t know.

Taesan

You and Taesan are so deep in the situationship trenches that even your parents are confused.

Your best friend straight-up calls him your boyfriend in front of you, and you don’t even correct them anymore.

But still, you won’t admit you’re together. WHY? BECAUSE YOU’RE BOTH STUBBORN.

He calls you at ungodly hours just to tell you the most random things.

“Bro, I just saw a dog that looked like you.”

“How do you look like a dog?”

“Idk, it was cute, though.”

He literally carries your stuff without asking. Your bag, your books—hell, even your phone sometimes.

Hand placement is insane. He’ll grab your waist to move you aside, hold your wrist when dragging you somewhere, or casually rest his hand on your thigh.

One time, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he adjusted so you’d be more comfortable. When you woke up, he was literally caressing your hand.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I was about to take a picture of you drooling.”

The tipping point happens when you’re arguing about something stupid.

“You’re just scared to admit we’re basically dating.”

“You are literally delusional.”

“Bet.”

You scoff. “You wouldn’t even have the guts to kiss me.”

He grins. “You sure about that?”

He leans in. Slow, teasing. Giving you every chance to back out.

But you don’t.

And then he kisses you. It’s soft at first, but then he tilts his head and deepens it, and you feel your knees go weak.

He pulls back, smirking. “So, still gonna pretend we’re not dating?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Leehan

Leehan has been lowkey planning your whole future together.

EXHIBIT A: He bought three fish.

One named after him.

One named after you.

One named after your “future kid.”

“Law of attraction,” he says.

EXHIBIT B: Whenever someone jokes about you two being a couple, he doesn’t even deny it. He just smiles.

EXHIBIT C: You get sick once, and this man drops everything to take care of you.

Shows up with soup, medicine, and a blanket he swears is magical.

“This is my lucky blanket. If you sleep with it, you’ll get better faster.”

“Leehan, I’m not gonna sleep with your crusty blanket.”

“First of all, rude. Second of all, do you wanna be sick or not?”

The realization moment:

You fall asleep on his shoulder one day, and he just stares at you.

Moves a strand of hair behind your ear, smiles to himself, and whispers,

“Why won’t you just admit it? You like me too.”

But you’re half-asleep, so you mumble, “I do.”

He stops breathing. “Wait, what.”

You wake up fully and panic.

“I SAID I LIKE CHICKEN, BRO.”

“No, you didn’t. You said you like ME.”

And then he kisses you.

When you try to act like it’s not a big deal, he grabs your face.

“No, no. We’re not brushing past this. You like me, I like you. That means we date now.”

AND YOU DO

Riwoo

He acts normal, but his friends know.

Whenever you walk into the room, they start smirking at him.

He acts unfazed. But then he gets sleepy.

When Riwoo is sleepy, his filter disappears.

One night, you’re at his place watching a movie, and he’s dozing off.

Then, out of nowhere, he mumbles:

“You’re so pretty.”

You pause. “What?”

“Mmm. I like you.”

”…Bro, what.”

He knocks out.

The next morning, you’re like, “Sooo, what was that about?”

He blinks at you like he has no memory of it.

“What was what about?”

“You confessed.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Ohhh, so you don’t like me?”

”…I didn’t say that either.”

He’s cornered.

“Okay, fine. I like you. What now?”

You kiss his cheek, and he turns bright red.

“Now we’re dating, duh.”

He actually freezes for a full minute.

Woonhak

You and Woonhak have liked each other since elementary school.

Your first kiss? Also during truth or dare, but you were kids, so it didn’t count.

Fast forward to high school graduation.

Everyone’s playing one last round of truth or dare.

Someone dares Woonhak: “Admit your biggest regret.”

He hesitates.

Looks at you. Smiles a little. And says,

“Not confessing to Y/N sooner.”

The room goes SILENT.

You stare at him. He stares back. He looks terrified.

Someone coughs. “Sooo, what now?”

“Oh, bet.” You pull him in and kiss him in front of everyone.

CHEERING. SCREAMING. SOMEONE THROWS A SHOE(it was jaehyun prolly).

When you pull back, he’s grinning like an idiot.

“So… does this mean I finally get to be your boyfriend?”

“Took you long enough.”

The rest of the night? He’s holding your hand like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

#bnd x reader #bnd fluff #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor #bnd jaehyun #bnd sungho #bnd taesan #bnd riwoo #bnd leehan #bnd woonhak #bnd imagines #bnd scenarios #boynextdoor headcanons #boynextdoor fluff #kpop imagines #kpop bg

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with-my-calamitous-love · 7 months ago

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more gentlemen thoughts, insta edition 🤍🫧

gentleman! bakugou, who makes you tag him in photos of you. who says he doesn’t give a fuck about social media, but who is always the first to view/like your stories. who makes you delete other guys comments on your posts who knows your beautiful and knows damn well how jealous he gets. who barely ever posts, but lets up with a collage of all his favourite photos of you and a sweet caption on your anniversary. who rolls his eyes when you freak out about it, but loves how it makes you blush.

gentleman! izuku, who dedicates a highlight to you. who puts your user in his bio with a little <3 next to it. who only occasionally posts on his stories, but does it more when he’s with you. who will send you pics of animals being cute together and say ‘us.’ who makes long captions on your anniversary, probably having to continue it in the comments. whose students find his instagram and tease him about all the sweet photos with you. who isn’t ashamed about showing you off.

gentleman! shouto, who doesn’t really understand the concept of instagram until you show him. who is the kind of guy to have the blank profile photo until changing it to a photo of you and him. who reminds you not to doomscroll, but always finds the most obscure reels to send to you. who has a groupchat with all his siblings and adds you to it, though he only sends gifs, emojis, or one-worded texts. who loves those subtle soft launches- holding hands, or posting a selfie with lipstick kisses on his face (his followers freak out.)

gentleman! kirishima, who you have those dumb, matching profile pictures with (you know EXACTLY what i’m talking about !). who loves posting workout photos with you, mirror selfies where he’s back hugging you with the caption saying how proud he is of you. who puts your initial in his bio, and turns almost as red as his hair when he sees the e.k <3 in yours. who only has posts for his family and for you. who somehow has the worst photos of you, but insists on loving them anyway- he’ll delete them if you really want him to, but he’ll pout relentlessly. who reposts every one of your selfies, just proud to love you.

gentleman! denki, who makes you his profile picture- a cute, funny photo or maybe a photo of you as a kid. who is never not sending you things (he is the ceo of brainrot). who posts clips of you two playing games together, conveniently only posting the clips where you suck just to tease you. who always reposts the ‘i love my girlfriend’ tiktoks and tags you in his stories. who posts cute screenshots of ur convos and call screens whenever you’ve been on for a long time. who comments on your posts saying ‘i won’.

gentleman! hitoshi, who puts your user in his bio and ‘favourite’ right next to it. who only has two posts on his profile- just a random one with little sneak peaks from his life, and one thats just you. who manages to take the best photos of you without even trying, and refuses to delete them even when they take up half his storage. who is a fast responder only for you, taking hours to text back anyone but who’ll read your text right away. who has a link to your shared spotify playlist in his bio (he has the best music taste). who has you and you alone on his cfs, posting little messages and online love letters for you to see <3

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archiveluna · 4 days ago

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BSF!RAFE S1–S4! ₊˚ෆ INSPIRED BY THIS & THIS!

season one. what a horrible boy… literally the worst friend ever. honestly treats you like shit and he’s probably made you cry before—but also kinda overprotective? he can say mean shit to you but the moment someone else tries to do the same he is not having it! and more often than not, topper and you have to pull him away because he tries to start a fight with whoever said anything to you. constantly ditching you, forgetting any plans you’d made, and only offering half-assed apologies to get you off his back. it’s such a toxic friendship. you’ve tried cutting him off before, but it doesn’t really work because he refuses to let you go. you can block his number, block him on social media, but the next day he’s still showing up to your house like nothing happened, letting himself in. straight up laughs in your face if you tell him to get out. condescendingly calls you baby. “think you’re overreactin’ a little bit, baby. i already said i was sorry—dunno what else you want from me.”

season two. still kinda toxic, but let’s also add codependency and possessiveness now. he’s spiraling and you’re the only who’s there for him. he honestly scares you a little bit at times… but you genuinely do care for him. how can you not? it’s rafe—you’ve known each other your whole lives. and in his own way, you know he cares for you too, so you stick by him. doesn’t want you to look at him the same way everyone else does, so he doesn’t tell you about peterkin or any of the other shady shit he does, and you don’t ask either. he shows up to your house at unholy hours of the night, rarely ever calm. he’s always wide–eyed and jittery from the lines he’d done before leaving his house, seeking your comfort and reassurance. you show up to pick him up when he’s released from jail after ward ‘dies’ and you hold him in your arms later that night when he breaks down and tells you everything. now that you know what he’s done, he sees no point in keeping anything from you… but just know he’s never letting you go now. “don’t know what i’d do without you baby… you’re the only thing that’s keeping me from losin’ my goddamn mind.”

season three. you couldn’t leave with him when he’d left for guadeloupe with his family, so you don’t hear from him for a while. it’s not that he didn’t want to text or call you—he was dying to. rafe genuinely felt like he was going crazy without you, but he couldn’t risk it. when ward sends him back to the obx, you’re the first person he pays a visit to. you freeze when you open the front door, and there he is. he looks different. more… put together. the buzzcut makes him look mature, the way he was dressed—the way he carried himself. god and then he’s smiling at you. “hey baby…” he drawls. you throw yourself into his arms, gasping out his name, and rafe doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, gently swaying you both. “missed you so damn much,” he mumbles into your hair. apart from when he’s out with barry dealing with some ‘business’, the two of you are glued to each other. and he’s sooo touchy… <3 always has to have an arm lazily slung over your shoulders or around your waist. also likes to rest his hand on the small of your back. things definitely change between you two—in a good way.

season four. the line between ‘best friends’ or more is getting blurry between you two. but neither of you really talk about it—not yet, at least. he’s so sweet and attentive sometimes you can’t believe this is the same rafe who used to treat you like shit. now that he has his own house you spend most, if not all, of your time there. he even cleared one of his drawers out for you. you have makeup, jewelry, and other things scattered around his room or bathroom. and honestly? rafe loves it. he loves you. he doesn’t know why it took him this long to come to his senses but he’s never been more sure of anything than he is about this—about you. you’re his girl, the one person who stood by him through it all without judging him and he knows he most definitely doesn't deserve you, but he'll be damned if he lets anyone else sweep in and take you from him. rafe doesn’t outright ask you to be his girlfriend but his sudden change in behavior doesn’t go unnoticed by you. the way he calls you “baby” or “sweetheart” feels way more intimate and possessive now. ‘unintentionally’ kisses you once as he’s heading out. when you don’t immediately shut him down he keeps doing it until the quick kisses turn to making out, and making out turns into you two getting a little too carried away. gifts you a promise ring and officially asks you to be his girlfriend—proceeds to fuck you into the mattress later! ��(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ “my girl,” he grunts against your ear, sliding in and out of you as the bed creaks beneath you both from the force of his thrusts. “never lettin’ you go baby. you hear me? you’re stuck with me forever sweetheart.”

#𐔌 . ⋮ my stuff .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut

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willowpains · 8 months ago

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livestream

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

“We have one last surprise for everyone watching” Drew said to all the fans commenting on the livestream.

Maddie and him were doing an instagram live, kinda celebrating the success the show was having.

During filming and still after, they continued living together.

So at the moment, they were having a blast joking with the fans and being able to interact together in one livestream, asking questions, reading theories, joking around, talking about funny experiences on set, some scenes that didn’t make the cut, etc.

They had already spoken with Nick and JD at the beginning of the live, and you had absolutely forgotten the text Maddie sent earlier on your group chat where she invited everyone to join.

The one you had agreed to be on, saying you’d be ready to make an appearance.

And of course, the one you had forgotten.

In all honesty, you don’t know how it happened.

One moment you were watching asmr clips on tiktok and the next you were asleep with your phone still on your hand.

Damn asmr ladies.

You had just woken up from your nap, the reason?

The sound of many texts hitting your phone.

Trying to open up your eyes properly, you squinted at your phone screen.

“Shit” you groaned as you barely read over the messages Maddie was sending you, quickly answering with a short: joining now!

You sat on your bed, quickly fixing your hair and your shirt, as you opened the Instagram app.

As you clicked on Drew’s Instagram icon signaling that he was live, you quickly sent an invitation to join, not even daring to check yourself before putting your face out there in front of thousands of fans watching.

The high of waking up with the feeling of almost missing out on the promise you had made to your friends had you not thinking straight.

You probably should’ve taken a minute before joining.

In that moment, the screen split up in half, and your face appeared below Drew’s.

“Y/n is here everyone!” Drew said with a smile.

“Hi guyssss!” You said to your phone with a groggy voice, as you waved and smiled to your screen, seeing how sleepy you still looked.

Maybe no one would notice.

“Were you asleep?” Drew asked as he leaned into his phone and squinted his eyes.

Awesome.

You tried to act like he was talking nonsense as you furrowed your brows.

“Who? Me?” You said as you cleared your throat pointing at yourself.

Suddenly, Maddie appeared on screen besides Drew as she pointed at you through the screen.

“Oh my god! That’s why you weren’t answering my texts!” she said as she dramatically gasped.

You started shaking your head with a determined look, trying to play it off.

“I was not sleeping, I just didn’t hear my phone!” You say trying to defend yourself, even though it was proving to be useless.

Drew let out a laugh.

“Y/n, you have pillow marks on your face” he said as he pointed at you through the screen.

Your smile faded as you looked at the side of your face on your phone screen, seeing that in fact, you had marks that proved that you had just woken up from a really good nap.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Maddie and Drew continued laughing as you covered your face with your free hand.

“I’m sorry, I was watching asmr and fell asleep” You said embarrassed, as you still protected your sleepy face from thousands of fans to see.

Drew tried to calm himself but failed as he bursted out laughing again.

“You almost abandoned us!” Maddie spoke into the phone as she faked hurt.

You removed your hand from your face as you pouted at the screen.

“Showing myself on the internet like this is enough punishment, trust me” you said, as you sat up straighter in your bed, and tried to fix your messy and sleepy hair.

Drew chuckled as he leaned on his phone, reading some comments.

“Everyone’s saying you were not fooling anyone” he said as he continued reading.

You let out a soft laugh as you suppressed a yawn.

“I had to give it a try” you answer, sipping water from your bottle on the nightstand.

Maddie left the screen as she walked off to do something else.

“We miss you a lot!” She screamed to be heard from somewhere in their apartment, as you giggled softly.

You smiled to your phone.

“I miss you guys too” you said making a sad face. “It’s been a few days and I wanna go back already”.

A couple of comments caught your attention.

“Yes! I was with everyone when we watched the show premiere” you say, answering the question where fans wondered if you had been there.

Drew shaked his head with a smile.

“She left us right after” he said looking at his screen.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Oh I’m sorry to travel HOME” you say accusingly to Drew.

Maddie squeals from somewhere in their apartment.

“Please say hi to your parents for me” she says appearing on screen.

You giggle as you nod towards her.

“You know you guys are welcome to come anytime you want” you say raising your brows to the camera.

Maddie nods through the screen.

“What do you guys think? Should we take a trip to Mexico?” She asks looking at the comments.

Drew leaves the frame as he walks away.

“I do miss your dog” he says from what sounds to be the kitchen, as you hear the fridge door close.

A scoff leaves your mouth.

“What about me?” You ask faking offense.

He reappears on screen with an apple on his hand and a smirk on his face.

“Nah you’re fine” he says biting into his apple and laughing.

Your jaw drops as you look at him through the screen.

“You’re not welcome anymore” you say with a serious look.

Maddie and him start bickering while you start reading some comments.

omg have they been to Mexico?

when did they visit you?

PLS BE TOGETHER AGAIN

is she going back to Charleston?

I need you to tell me you’ll go back

“Yes! They did came once, we took a quick trip in between filming, I didn’t have time to show them much, so they definitely need to come back” you say, remembering the time they flew back home with you for a couple of days when you all had a small break in between filming the show.

Drew nods at the camera while finishing his apple.

“Such a beautiful place” he says. “We had so much fun exploring y/n’s hometown” he points to the screen.

Maddie nods happily.

“The food was to die for as well” she closes her eyes at the thought. “I have dreams about going back” she giggles.

You clap excitedly at the memories.

“Don’t worry guys” you pause looking at the camera dramatically “I’ll plan a trip for everyone to come back”.

Maddie does a little dance while she leaves the frame again, saying something about checking their food.

“How are you seeing things after the show release?” Drew asks as he leans to read more comments.

“It’s been insane” you answer, getting serious for a second. “I’ve tried not to be too much online, because it’s been crazy” you say looking at your screen “But I’m so happy to see people have been liking it!” you finish smiling.

He smiles back at you.

“Right? I feel like none of us expected it” his eyes looking straight at his camera, almost feeling like he truly was looking at you.

“It truly blows my mind” you say moving your hands around your head “I’m loving it, and I’m so grateful to see a lot of people commenting, and making theories, and dressing up like our characters!?” You pause, moving your hands to cover your face.

Drew laughs as Maddie comes back into the screen.

“I’ve seen those videos!” She says excitedly. “They’re so cool for that”.

You nod happily at your screen.

“I literally cannot believe people have liked our show so much to do that? And like our characters?” You put your hands over your heart. “Honestly means so much to us guys”.

Drew gives Maddie an unfazed look.

“I haven’t seen anyone dress as Rafe” he says acting like he doesn’t care.

You giggle again the screen.

“He’s not as cool as Sarah and Luna” you say, giving him a petty look.

He laughs deeply.

“I’d honestly be worried if someone dressed up as him” he says reading some comments.

Maddie nods at his words.

“Yeah me too” she agrees.

The live went on for another 10 minutes.

Where we continued talking about things we saw online after the show premiered, some theories, memories on set, scenes we had filmed and that hadn’t made it to the screen, etc.

After many efforts, Maddie and Drew finally had finished cooking their food and were about to sit down and have dinner.

And you were also going to join your family for lunch.

“Thank you so much for inviting me to your live guys” you say smiling into the camera “Sorry I almost missed it, but you barely even noticed my slip up” you giggle as you make a funny face at them.

Maddie laughs at your words.

“Thanks for waking up for us” she says making a heart with her hands.

You mimic her.

“Yup, we really appreciate it y/n” Drew says looking at the screen “And we do miss you, so come back soon” he says pointing at you through the phone.

You blush slightly as you playfully cover your face with your hands.

“Stop it you guys, I’m blushing” you giggle softly. “I’ll be back pronto, I promise” you lean closer to the camera showing your pinky to the live.

They do the same and you all laugh after your little moment.

“Thank you guys for watching the show and giving it so much love, we appreciate it a lot” you say smiling at the camera. “Y ahora en español” you giggle as you look at your friends smiling from their side of the screen “Mil gracias por estar viendo nuestro show y darle tanto amor, de verdad significa muchísimo para nosotros y lo apreciamos demasiado” you clap your hands together showing your gratefulness.

Maddie squeals at the screen.

“I love it when you speak spanish” she says fanning herself with her hand.

You laugh at her reaction.

Drew smiles big at you, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding at Maddies words.

“Sounded good, so whatever y/n said” he smirks.

Heat rises on your cheeks and you hope nobody can tell.

“Love you guys, I’ll see you soon!” You wave to the camera, saying goodbye to the fans watching and your friends.

They wave back smiling and leaning into the camera.

“Love you so much!” Maddie says making a heart with her hands.

You smile at her.

“Take care y/n, we’ll be thinking of you” Drew waves smiling at you through the camera.

You exit the live with a big smile and a warm heart while watching your friends finish their stream thanking the fans, your friends, and you.

As you watch them bid their goodbyes, you read the last bit of comments before the live ended.

their friendship is so cool

they need to give them a season 2 NOW

y/n is so pretty, like wtf she had just woken up???

am I trippin or Drew looks at her in some way?

this live was the best thing ever!

noooo don’t go:(

what do you mean rafe and luna’s tension was actually DREWS AND Y/NS

You smile as your heart flutters on your chest.

What were people on about?

oh how I miss that time where the show had just came out and they were feeding us with content:(

I’ve been trying to build the story and their relationship from day one! we’ll eventually reach today soon, so I hope you’re enjoying this trip down memory lane<3

let me know if you like it or if there’s a specific scenario or something you wanna see or know about latina actress reader!

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