#fic writing

[freakyformula]

How could I say no to such a pretty plea...

Summary: Reader and Max "wind down"

Writers comment: I've been wanting to do a Max fic for so long now and I finally got to it lmfao

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, praise kink, smut without a plot, google translated dutch, oral (both receiving), fingering, not proofread

Word count: 1,1k

"Max, please…" You whine as you look down at him between your legs.

His mouth was attached to your drenched cunt, working you up towards another orgasm.

"You're so beautiful, liefje. My good girl." He says as he dives down again, preparing her for him.

You feel him sucking on your clit, and then he adds a finger, teasing your entrance.

It slowly slips in and you both moan in unison.

"So fucking wet for me." He says in awe and curls his finger toward your sensitive spot, making you roll your eyes back and see stars.

As he adds another finger, you feel the stretch, but it's a nice and very welcome feeling.

"More…" You ask of him.

"Patience, love." He states.

He's good with his hands, there's no denying it. He knows exactly how to make you feel good. Something you hadn't experienced with any man before.

Max pumps his pointer and middle finger in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You grab his wrist out of instinct to pull him and his fingers closer, deeper. Then, he pulls out of your sopping pussy, making you grunt disapprovingly.

He knows exactly how to tease you and you can confirm that his antics work.

"Only good girls get to cum." He says with a smirk on his face, leaning back.

"I am! Please, I'll be a good girl for you, Max."

"To prove it, I'll give you a task. Now, wait here."

And with that, Max gets out of the bed and undresses in record time. You take a moment to admire his naked body and Max takes notice, posing for you.

"Like what you see?" He beams at you.

You nod, biting your lip.

He crawls back into bed and grabs your face and squeezes your face, making your jaw fall open.

"Open up wide for me, you want to be good for me, don't you?"

And you do as you're told and open even wider.

He brings his cock to your mouth and you close the space between his tip and your lips. Max surely enjoys the treatment as he leans back on his back.

As you bob your head up and down, you also grow bolder, going deeper. When you feel his tip at the back of your throat, you start gagging. Max's head springs up to look at you in an instant.

He smiles at you, "Just a little deeper, okay, mijn schat?" He asks of you.

You look up at him with hooded eyes, sucking on him languidly, feeling his hands at the back of your head. He isn't pressing you down, but rather guiding you further down on his length. You haven't even worked down half of his cock yet.

You take a deep breath and manage to swallow his member just a little bit further down, gagging, struggling, and desperate to make him feel good. Max pulls you off him after a couple of seconds and you gasp for air. You repeat the same procedure a couple of times.

"I-I'm close." He admits as he pulls you off him one last time.

He sits up on his knees and hovers over you, making you fall back on your back as you straddle his hips.

"Do you feel ready for me?" He checks in as he idly plays with your clit and adds a couple of fingers into your heat.

"Max, please, need you." You breathe out.

"How could I say no to such a pretty plea…" He answers as he gives his cock a couple of pumps and lines himself up with you, adding some lube to his tip.

You could swear that you'd never get used to Max's size. He wasn't just long, he was also thick. The first time you did it you thought he wouldn't fit but after a couple of attempts, it worked.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you, liefste. The pain will be worth it." He tries to comfort you.

As he works his tip into you slowly, you tense up and whimper, making it impossible for him to get in.

"Shhhh, relax." He leans down and peppers kisses all over your face. His gesture makes you relax just enough for him to slide in, if only just a couple of millimeters, but enough for you to yelp.

He watches your contorted face and holds your head in his hands.

"Deep breaths… I wish I could do something to make this easier." He looks down at you with pity in his eyes.

You focus on your breathing and on Max's face, giving him a pained smile.

When he pulls out and penetrates you a little further, you scream out in pain. Your pussy was on fire, it felt like. Sliding your hand down between your bodies and to the place you were connected, you felt him pumping his tip in and out of you carefully. You start circling your clit to feel some sort of pleasure and you quickly feel the familiar feeling of ecstacy building up.

When you feel ready, you pull him a little closer with your legs.

The burning sensation wasn't as intense as before, you start to actually enjoy him pushing his way deep inside of your tight pussy.

"Mijn god..." He whispers in your ear.

As he bottoms out, you grunt loudly, enjoying the feeling of him in you.

He looks at you for approval to move and as you give him a quick nod, he starts to pump into you slowly, still taking care not to hurt you.

"You feel so good, Y/N, I won't last long." He breathes out.

"Please, please, please..." You shant.

He slides out and picks you up with his strong arms, turning you around. You end up on your hands and knees, much to Max's liking. This was your favourite position and you were sure he enjoyed it as much.

Before you can comprehend that you've even turned around, you feel him sheathing his cock inside of you again.

Max and you moan out in pleasure, with him pumping into you and holding you close. He slides his hands down to your lower stomach, feeling his cock deep within you through the skin.

You feel yourself getting closer again as he starts playing with your clit and picking up the pace even further.

"Cum with me, yeah?" He asks.

"I'm close!" You yell out.

And with a couple of final thrusts, you feel Max's cock twitching and you tumbling over the edge. You both scream out your orgasms and grab each other for some sort of stability.

As you come down, Max collapses on top of you, clearly tired, just like you.

"That was..."

"...Amazing." You finish with a smile.

[theelizamanelli]

Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, fingering, dom/sub tendencies link to all chapters link to ao3

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Note to reader: you're welcome.

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Chapter Twelve

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The young girl slid the door closed, the opening dwindled as Gojo grinned - shooting Reina an encouraging thumbs up before disappearing. 

Her face hardened, she took a few steps backwards and leaned against the wall. The girl stood at the door - steadfast, piercing Reina with a dutiful stare as if to convey a warning: don’t try anything.

She crossed her arms with a sigh, closing her eyes. Gojo had been requested by a Jujutsu “Higher Up”, as he called them, to discuss his recent work. Reina was unsure what it was in reference to but from what she had gathered of this executive group - it was unlikely to be in Gojo’s favor. 

Peering at the girl, she observed her eyes shine as she flicked her blue hair over her shoulder. Reina scrunched her face, wondering what could have possibly happened to render that reaction.

“Kasumi?” called out a weathered voice from inside, the girl straightened - sliding the door open before entering.

“Gakuganji-sensei?” she responded, placing her hands behind her back.

Reina took a step forward, attempting to survey the room. An elderly man clad in a nagajuban sat directly across from Gojo, leaning forward slightly with a look of irritation on his face.

“Could you please get Satoru and I some tea?” he requested, not removing his eyes from Gojo who sat reclined - an arm draped over the back of the couch.

Kasumi bowed before exiting, she closed the door with a click before shaking her head in excitement - her feet tapping back and forth.

Reina shot her a look of confusion before leaning back against the wall. She returned quickly with a tray containing two cups and a teapot. Entering the room again, Reina tilted her head to the side - Gojo appeared as calm as before. 

Reina nodded in confirmation, returning to her relaxed position as Kasumi resumed her rigid stance. 

A silence spread between the two, Reina furrowed her brows, “Yes?” she inquired impatiently.

The girl’s eyes widened in response, “What?” she asked, looking around. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“You want to, though,” she uncrossed her arms and took a step towards her. She gestured with her hands to get on with it. 

“Are you really Satoru Gojo’s assistant?” she whispered.

Reina rolled her eyes, “That’s what you wanted to ask me?”

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Satoru Gojo

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“What a waste of time, accepting good citizen awards and rescuing local pets,” Gakuganji spat, shaking his head at Satoru.

He stared at his nails, his legs crossed - bouncing lightly, “There are worse ways to spend my days,” he responded.

“There are also better ones,” he stated, taking a sip of his tea. “I highly recommend using your talents to achieve more fruitful goals.”

“You’ve said this before,” Satoru turned his head towards the door with a sigh. “Honestly, old man, I really don’t care.”

“You should take care to mind your tone when addressing your elders, boy,” Gakuganji warned, setting his cup down. “It is insolent, narcissistic, and destructive Jujutsu Sorcerers like you th-”. 

At the volume increase, the door roughly slid open hitting the frame with a thwack. 

“I’ve heard enough,” stated Reina, stepping into the room. 

Directing her attention to Gakuganji, she pointed a finger at his face, “You should take care to mind your words to the man who has sacrificed his life for the good of the people.”

“Excuse me?” he sputtered in response, standing to his feet. 

Satoru quickly straightened, positioning himself next to Reina who hadn’t moved - her finger still pointing in his direction. He softly put his hand on hers, guiding it towards her side.

“You heard her, old man.” Satoru directed Reina out of the room, though it was clear she had more to say. He pushed her lower back slightly to inch her further into the hallway before turning back.

“You’ll regret that!” rumbled Gakuganji.

Holding onto the door as he leaned through the opening, Satoru responded, “I’m trembling,” before strutting back to Reina. 

They exited the building, she rambled the entire way to Jujutsu High. Satoru occasionally caught a few words: “heinous”, “disrespectful”, “ungrateful” chief among them.

He slid his hands into his pockets, leaning his head to look at the sky - a slow smile spreading across his face. He had to admit that a low, warm feeling had spread through him at the sight of Reina’s defense. 

One that went straight to a place that made the back of his neck hot. 

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The shop filled quickly, the clinking of glasses and sizzling of the teppanyaki floating through the air. 

“That’s a stupid plan and you know it, Itadori!” Kugisaki yelled, a piece of fish hanging from her chopsticks as she waved it in his face.

“Oh, come on! It’s not so bad!” He replied, excitedly recounting an option for how to exorcize the curse they were investigating that night. It was their first independent mission, and it was apparent that they were determined to perform well.

Fushiguro shoveled rice into his mouth, chiming in occasionally to provide an additional strategy. 

Reina observed the interaction fondly, laughing at how animated Kugisaki and Itadori would get - pulling Fushiguro into the dramatics.

Gojo intervened, grabbing Fushiguro by the neck to pull him into a side hug - earning him a sideways glare. He laughed in response, rubbing his face against his hair. 

Itadori sat to the left of Reina, she leaned over and muttered, “They are rather close, aren’t they?”

“Fushiguro doesn’t have any parents. I guess Gojo-sensei is the closest thing,” Itadori whispered in response with a shrug.

Leaning back, Reina observed the two - noting that Fushiguro would often act annoyed but the moment the antics ended he would look at Gojo with a fondness in his eyes. 

She smiled softly, taking a contemplative sip of her drink 

“You like Gojo-sensei, don’t you?” whispered Kugisaki from her opposite side.

Reina choked, coughing before wiping her mouth, “What?” she responded - her voice squeaking. 

“That’s what I thought,” she replied thoughtfully, returning to her food.

Standing outside of the restaurant, Gojo encouraged them to do their best and sent them off with a light-hearted “Don’t embarrass me.”

Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki pierced him with a steel stare, pumping their hands into the air with a “We won’t let you down!”

They began down the street - intermittently waving back to Gojo who dramatically returned their gesture. 

Reina caught herself laughing at the interaction. He was a good sensei, despite his idiotic tendencies. She reasoned that though he didn’t need it, he deserved to hear praise - when earned and within reason. 

“You’re a good teacher,” she mumbled, placing a hand on the back of her neck as she looked out into the street. “It’s obvious your students love you.” 

Gojo faltered momentarily, his eyes roaming over the pink coating her cheeks. 

“Be careful, Iyashi, this sounds dangerously close to you liking me,” Gojo responded, arching an eyebrow - a grin crossing his lips.

“Just trying to get you into a good mood before I request a raise,” replied Reina, dropping her arm to her side as she stared at him indignantly.

He chuckled, “Well, in that case - we have a job to do.”

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“What are we doing?” asked Reina. The two were crouching behind a bush, Gojo peering over the top of the shrubs. 

He shushed her before responding in a whisper, “It may be their first mission by themselves but I would be the worst sensei ever if I let them fail.”

Reina rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her hand as she balanced her elbow on the top of her thigh. The next thirty minutes were spent following the three at a distance, ducking behind poles or flattening themselves to the sidewalk.

They slid into an alley, walking slowly - the three were on the other side of the wall, investigating the bridge. This meant the two were safe from their eyes for now.

“The great Satoru Gojo watching over his students like a mother hen,” she clucked with a grin. “I wonder what your fan club will think.”

He paused, straightening himself in an exaggerated manner, “They will recognize how paternal and thoughtful I am.”

Reina shook her head, starting for the end of the alleyway.

Gojo quickly pushed Reina against the wall, her cheek pressed against the brick.

“What ar-” She started but was quickly cut off with a gentle cover of his hand over her lips.

Itadori’s voice slipped through the air, a quick padding of sneakers on concrete slowly faded. 

Gojo made no effort to remove himself from behind Reina, his hand dropping from her mouth to softly grab her chin. She could feel her heartbeat pound in her ears. 

“He’s gone, Gojo,” Reina whispered, her voice uncertain. “You can move now.”

“Do you want me to move, Iyashi?” He whispered in a low voice. A shiver traveled down her spine. Her breath hitched as his other hand slowly slid from her hip to the top of her thigh. 

He leaned forward, his lips pressing to her ear, “Have you been thinking about me in that office of yours?” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Touching yourself?”

Her head felt light, her breathing quickened. She wanted desperately to tell him yes, to beg for him to touch her but she couldn’t find the words - her pride getting the best of her.

“You know, I wanted nothing more than to slip that pretty little dress off in the back of that town car,” He lightly rubbed his thumb on her thigh. “And it would have taken one word of encouragement for me to have taken you in that inn.”

Reina breathed hard, her fingernails digging into the brick. Gojo re-adjusted, his mouth now pressed to the opposite ear. 

“You’ve given me such a hard time. Being this pretty.” He kissed her softly on the nape of her neck. “And this flustered. With all your praise. Your sweet teases. I only have so much restraint.”

A moan threatened to escape her mouth, she swallowed it with a hum.

Gojo slipped his hand from her chin to her throat, squeezing lightly, “You’d be such a good girl for me, Iyashi. Wouldn’t you?”

Reina’s eyes rolled back, she pressed her ass into his groin - arching. 

He chuckled, leaning back to slide his fingers from her neck slowly down her spine, “I can tell how desperate you are to be touched.”

Gojo tightened his hands on her hips, pressing himself roughly into her with a groan. He slid his hand to her front, caressing her inner thigh. 

“I could make you feel so good,” he purred. “Is that what you want?”

Reina whimpered at his words, opening her legs wider.

Leaning forward, his hot breath on her ear, “I want to hear you, Iyashi.”

“Please, Gojo,” she whined. 

Gojo slid his fingers under her skirt, drawing soft patterns along her underwear. His other hand massaged her thigh, slowly moving towards her ass.

“Exactly what I thought,” He murmured. “Such a good girl.” 

His finger slowly slipped underneath the fabric, sliding into her wetness.

Gojo groaned, “All of that for me?”

Reina moaned in response, pressing her skirt into his groin. 

He grinded against her, “Is this what you want?” 

Reina nodded, her cheek brushing against the brick. He swiped a finger over her clit - eliciting a gasp.

“Your words,” he softly reminded, rubbing slow circles. 

“Y-yes, yes.” Reina’s eyelids fluttered, her head dizzy.

Gojo slid a hand up her side until he reached the nape of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair - pulling her back to where she could see his blindfold. “I’m savoring every second of this, Iyashi.” 

“Until I’m done taking what I want,” he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “And then - when you’re begging for it - I’ll give it to you,”

Reina bit her lower lip, her orgasm building at the sound of his words. She was frantic for more contact, one hand pressed to the brick and the other reaching back for Gojo. Reina gripped his pants, pulling him to her.

“Just like that, Iyashi,” He groaned. “I want you desperate.”

His pace quickened, he let go of her hair for a second to lift the blindfold before returning his grip.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to watch.”

Reina broke the moment her eyes met his, her breathy moans filling the air, “F-fuck.”

Her knees buckled slightly, Gojo let go of her hair to grab her hip - steadying her. 

“Gojo-sensei?” Itadori called from the other side of the alley, jogging in their direction.

Reina straightened up quickly, turning in the opposite direction. 

“Is that you?” he smiled, oblivious to Reina’s unusual actions. “Did you follow us?”

Gojo raised his hand in a wave, “Yuji! What kind of a sensei would I be if I wasn’t ready to help if you needed me?” he asked, touching his hand to his chest. “How did it go?”

Itadori recounted the mission as Kugisaki and Fushiguro meandered in their direction. The excited murmurs of the two building as Reina smoothed her skirt and joined the conversation.

The four walked ahead, Kugisaki pushing Itadori playfully as Gojo conversed with Fushiguro. Reina trailed behind, her legs unsteady - she fought to walk a straight line. The back of her neck burned, she pressed her hand to it in an attempt to cool down.

Lifting her chin, she watched as Gojo broke from the rest - lingering close to her. She sucked in a breath as he turned her way.

He lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.

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chapter thirteen

[mmelete]

“Oh! The Hero? Hero, sir! Hero!”

Ravio whipped his head around, expecting a sarcastic sun-bright yellow blob to come parkouring towards him, but he was met with no one. Who are they talking about? Sheerow didn’t really attract the “hero type”, and definitely not—-

“Hero!” the woman’s voice cried again, eyes locked onto him from behind her fruit stand.

“Hero? I-I’m—” Ravio started, nearly dropping the packets of pastries in his hands while Sheerow chirped wildly.

The young woman jumped around the stand, grasping his hands with her eyes fueled with desperation. The lady’s face was covered in dirt and grime, a green bruise visible on her forearm and mud caking her apron and dress.

“I need your help, Hero!” the woman cried, placing a hand on Ravio’s arm. Ravio did his best not to flinch. I’m not wearing my mask, she can see me, what if she starts asking questions—-?

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Ravio is mistaken for Legend.

General audience, 1/1 chapters completed with 7,515 words. Main relationships: Legend & Ravio, Legend and the Chain. Emotional hurt/comfort and brotherly affection <3

[racingline3]

Am I thinking of writing a chat fic where Fernando tried to orchestrate a Brocedes reunion by terrorising the grid...why yes I am 😅🤣

[enjoythesilentworld]

thank you for the tags < 3 @saynomorefic @skibasyndrome @willesredlights i had to just pick one word from you lovely people because im already in trouble for putting off work to pull this together 😔

Rules: You will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. My word was PLANT!

P Past evidence of the wildfires that torched their relationship coming up to the surface. {growing towards the light}

L Let me be the object of your desire, because you are mine. {Outlines of You}

A Although, he’s pretty sure it would’ve sounded something like You are beautiful or You have no idea how grateful I am that you are here or You are one of the most precious things in my life and I am so terrified to lose you. {Bachelor Party}

N Next time Wille showed up, he wouldn’t let him in. {lover, please stay}

T There was blood on the floor, a handprint on the table, and smears across the walls which marked Simon’s unsteady movement around the apartment before he’d passed out in the corner. {Running With Wolves}

i think a lot of people have done this / been tagged but here we go again (feel free to ignore me) : @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly @unfortunate17 @peakotp @hergrandplan @gulliblelemon your word is ROAD !

[orangechickenpillow]

[gis-snakeman]

I wrote a small thing, please check it out if you’d like!

[wanderinginksplot]

A Different Perspective on Comments

I know the 'comment/reblog versus like' debate is so common that people just scroll past most of it. Still, I want to share something I realized about my process, because I haven't seen this perspective yet:

Comments remind me that a fic exists.

I am an adult. I have a time-consuming job, a home, and family life that take up the majority of my time. I also have 10+ WIPs at any given moment. I often don't remember that I meant to write more for one story or another.

Here's how the process usually goes: Someone leaves a comment. I am 🥰 for the next two days, and I think about the comment. Often (and especially if the comment pointed out something specific), I start thinking about the plot, the characters, and what I was thinking about doing next in that fic.

As soon as I start doing that kind of plotting, I write it down. Next thing I know, I have half a chapter written and the next four parts outlined.

Likes are fine, but I almost exclusively see them and go, 'Huh.' Not a bad 'huh', but I don't think about them. They don't make me re-explore my fic. I'm glad someone liked my writing, but that's as far as that goes.

"But Ink, where do reblogs fit into this?" I am so glad you asked. The motivation from a comment only lasts so long. It's not fair to expect the same commenters to keep giving feedback. But when you reblog, more people read the fic and can give their own thoughts, which makes the author think about the work and the cycle keeps going.

So, in conclusion, comment if for no other reason than that it reminds your poor, tired fic writer that the fic exists and that people are interested in reading more.

[elodiah]

WIP Wednesday

A little more of this 2x1 “adrenaline crash” fic for BTHB which I’m still attempting to plough through!

“Hey Loki,” Mobius half-whispered, “You with me?”

Loki hesitated, then gave a short nod. A ragged exhalation of relief ghosted over the side of his face.

“Where’m I?” he mumbled, still focusing on the floor.

“The shower room, remember?” Mobius replied, his voice unsteady.

“Mmh. Ths’right.” Loki’s head was still spinning and he felt slightly ill, but as Mobius rubbed his arm comfortingly, he managed to glance up at him.

Vehement concern and suppressed fear were not a good look, not for eyes that were usually alight with kindness and wry humour.

“How’re you back so… so quick?” Loki frowned, his thoughts fuzzy and confused.

“Quick??” Mobius exclaimed, “Loki, I was gone for fifteen minutes, and I’ve been sitting here with you for at least ten more.”

Oh.

That was… quite a while.

Tagging @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @thosegayoldmen , @in-my-loki-feels , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @silentxsymphony , @mirilyawrites , @impulsemuppet , @andthekitchensinkao3

[freakyformula]

Getaway

Summary: Reader is stressed out about school and Oscar helps her relax by inviting her to Silverstone.

Writers comment: Not proofread nor actually thought through I'm sorry in advance.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, fingering, oral (both receiving), safe sex.

Word count: 1,6k

You felt the autumn breeze against your skin as you walked home along the grey UK streets. All you wanted was to drift off to sleep and skip the rest of the day. But then, you realize that you have a school assignment that you have to finish, the deadline is today.

”Fuck…” you mutter to yourself.

Your attention is turned to your phone as it starts to vibrate. You light up when you see Oscar, your boyfriend's name on the screen.

”Hi Osc.”

”Uh oh, someone’s not happy…” He knows you like the back of his hand.

"Yeah well I've got so much homework and all I want is to relax." You complain.

The whole way home, you and Oscar talk, and as always, he cheers you up and when you open the door to your apartment your energy levels are restored again. Oscar had that effect on you.

OSCAR POV

Oscar sits at Silverstone and the McLaren hospitality as Lando walks up and sits down next to him, having listened in to the conversation Oscar and his girlfriend just had.

"Is she okay?" Lando asks with a tinge of concern as Oscar frown when you end the call.

"Yeah… She's just tired." Oscar smiles back at his teammate.

"Mate, make her happy and invite her here! No, demand she comes here, for her own good. I think she needs some time away." Lando exclaims.

"Yeah Lando, you're probably right. How do I convince her though?"

"Tell her you'll win if she comes." Lando quickly comments.

That night, you facetime each other as usual, and that is when his plan gets put into action.

"Hey, babe?" Oscar calls, "I've booked plane tickets for you for tomorrow, you're coming to watch me race. You better start packing your bags."

"You did what?!" She panics.

"You heard me."

"Ugh, Oscar, I don't have time! I've got so much stuff to do." She mutters under her breath but Oscar has no trouble hearing what she said.

"Y/N, you're literally finishing up on that assignment as we speak and there's no deadlines coming up in weeks. I'm sure you can make time for me, it's only a couple of days." Oscar comments.

"…I hate and love you so much, Oscar Piastri." She smiles at him with tears threatening to run down her cheeks.

And just like that school was out of her mind. She was focused on the race weekend and got busy packing outfits and showed them off to Oscar, giving him a tease of what was to come.

Saturday went well, and the two McLarens ending up at the front for tomorrow's race.

At the hotel, Oscar is sitting on the bed, nervously waiting for her to arrive. When his phone pings, letting him know that she's on her way to the hotel, he runs down to the lobby to welcome her.

"Welcome to Silverstone, my love!" Oscar hugs her tightly.

"Hi Osc, I'm so happy to see you."

"Shall we?" He says as he leads her into the elevator.

The vibe is instantly there, and he can't seem to tear his eyes and hands off her when they step out of the elevator, finding their way to the room.

Oscar walks behind her and holds her close, pressing his hardening member against her back. The height difference was notable like this, Oscar was considerably taller than her.

Her clear annoyance with the key card not working tells him that she wants this too.

When it finally opens, he pushes her inside, closes the door behind him and throws her bags to the side.

He walks closer, their lips almost touching. He creeps down to her jeans and unbuttons them.

"Eager, are we?" She asks him.

"You can't blame me, I've got the world's most beautiful girl in front of me."

She chuckles at his comment, and looks up at him amused.

Y/N POV

The feeling of him against you felt like heaven, and you grew more needy by the second. You needed him right now.

You slide your hands under his tee and study his strong torso with your fingertips. Slowly, you grow more courageous and move your hands further up, until Oscar takes the hint and gets rid of his shirt while he is busy kissing you. He starts at your cheek, working down your neck and crouching down to attack your chest.

His treatment makes you let out a small moan, making him giggle.

"You're so pathetic, my sweet girl. A little kissing and you're already moaning like a good little whore."

Hearing his degrading words makes you look away, embarrassed.

Oscar doesn't like that and grabs your hair to turn you back to look him in the eyes.

"You're my good girl, are you not?" He asks as he leads you into the bedroom.

"I'm your good girl." You confirm.

"Then kneel and suck."

You gulp and do as he says, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shorts while you look at him. He grabs your hair and fixes it into a makeshift ponytail as he pushes your face against his already rock-hard cock.

Desperate to be good to him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him.

"Oh my lord... Ready?" He checks in.

You nod and bend forward and take a taste of his tip. You slowly go deeper with each bob of your head, making Oscar moan. You can feel his thighs shaking from your treatment as you steady yourself on them with your hands.

He must have been too carried away because when he starts pumping into the back of your throat, you begin to gag and the tears start to stream down your cheeks. He quickly pulls you off, apologizing immensely, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Helping you up from your knees, he grabs you under the ass and carries you to the bed, throwing you onto the sheets. He quickly follows and lands next to you and starts by pulling your oversized hoodie off and then moving on with the jeans. Much to his surprise, you didn't wear a bra under the hoodie. The two peaks were looking at him invitingly and he gladly accepts, moving down to suck and massage them, moving from one to another.

You're a moaning mess at this point, bucking you hips up towards him. You deem Oscar too slow and grab the lining to your string panties, starting to pull them down when he grabs your hands.

"Let me do it, love." He states as he pulls them down, looking at the creation before him, in complete awe.

He leans down and kisses your red and tender lips, sucking them even more raw.

You let out a disappointed groan as he parts the kiss but quickly lighten up as he moves down to your aching pussy. He parts your drenched lips with his fingers and tastes you, letting out a desperate moan. He can't stop himself, and dives in, completely destroying you.

You're practically screaming at this point, and as you realise how loud you are, you try to silence yourself but quickly fail when he nibbles at your puffy clit, making you yelp.

He starts to tease your entrance with his middle finger, circling around it and collecting the wetness.

Slowly, he slides it in, making you moan loudly again.

"Jesus, my love, you're so wet and tight for me.", his words make you moan even louder.

Then, another finger.

When he starts pumping and ravaging your pussy with his mouth, you can't hold back and let out a desperate scream.

"Schhhh… It's okay, Y/N. Are you gonna cum for me?"

The only answer you can manage to get out of your lungs is a quick "nghyeah" which only spurs Oscar on.

He pumps even harder and his tongue is probably exhausted from the pleasuring.

When you feel your orgasm wash over you, you stop breathing. Your whole body freezes, making you see white. Grabbing anything you can, which happens to be a pillow and Oscar's hair, you scream out and catch up on your breath as you come down from your high.

"Do you think you can take me now?" He asks with a smirk on his stupidly adorable face.

You nod and he quickly grabs a condom and you help him put it on.

You pick your legs up and he hovers over you, admiring your dripping heat again before he takes you.

He lines up with your pulsing entrance and reads your face when his large member intrudes you. The stretch is painful at first but soon subsides and all you can feel is pure fucking pleasure. He starts out slow but picks up the pace quickly, destroying your pussy.

Usually when having sex with Oscar, it wasn't just you two fucking, but rather you two making love and doing something special to each other. Looking after one another, one could say.

Oscar didn't like the term "love makers" but that's what people probably would brand you as.

This time though, things felt different. Things were more intense, and the pace was quicker. Why, you didn't know, but you assumed it was because of you being apart for a couple of weeks.

"Are you gonna cum once more?" He breathes out.

"Yeaaaah…" You yell lazily, and with that, you cum again, and Oscar soon following, being a yelling and cursing mess. As you realise how pathetic you both sound, you burst out into laughter.

"What?!" Oscar asks.

"We sound like a pair of horny teenagers!" You laugh hysterically.

"Well… We kind of are."

"Very true." You comment.

"So anyway… Round two?"

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Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, emotional content, mention of death link to all chapters link to ao3

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Note to reader: an emotional chapter, took a little longer than usual - enjoy!

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Chapter Thirteen

Satoru Gojo

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Leaning back in his chair, Satoru stared out the window admiring the cherry blossoms swirling in the wind. His thoughts naturally drifted to images of Iyashi clutching onto the brick wall, trembling. Her eyes soft with lust as she stared into his. 

He had to admit that he had been…intense. 

It wasn’t his original intention in taking her out there. The first years had proven their ability over the last few months but he naturally worried about their skill in the field. 

He had genuinely wanted to ensure their safety.

What he hadn’t factored into the equation was the possibility that Iyashi would come to his swift defense and mumble sweet compliments into his ear. 

The true nail in the coffin had been her submission, her desire to do whatever he asked once he had shoved her up against that wall. 

He groaned at the reminder, stretching his neck in a circular motion before standing.

He ventured across the campus, enjoying the warmth. The spring air tumbled through the trees, shaking the flowers.

Satoru hoped that he hadn’t scared her off with his vigor. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if she wouldn’t let him touch her again. 

The thought depressed him. 

“Iyashi, I’m here to save you!” shouted Satoru as he opened the door. She sat in her office chair, typing diligently at her computer. 

“From what?” Iyashi inquired, not looking up from the screen.

“Boredom.” he replied, walking over to the desk. He perched on the edge, appreciating the fullness of her lips and the deep brown of her eyes.

“You know, I do have a job to do,” she fixed him with a glare. “One that you pay me for, just as a reminder.”

“And you’re very good at it,” he complimented. 

Satoru burned to touch Iyashi again, he wanted nothing more than to take her over this office desk. If she thought that play in the alley was good, what he had in store for her was going to prove overwhelming.

“No to whatever you’re thinking,” Iyashi said flatly.

“You don’t even know what it was!” Satoru whined.

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“Another assignment?” Iyashi asked, peeking over his shoulder to read the letter.

“Yes, another one,” he replied with a sigh. He stood up from his desk, the first years were outside practicing hand to hand combat with the second years in preparation for the exchange event. The low grunts and frustrated shouts carried on the wind to the classroom.

“Well, we should get going then,” Iyashi stepped towards the door before turning towards him. “Are you coming?”

Satoru grinned before following, he had been reassured by her behavior that he hadn’t ruined their progress. He treated Iyashi as a fickle stray cat, he wouldn’t pick her up and force affection. If he gave her time she would eventually feed out of his hand and follow him home. 

Despite how enticing the idea of coating his fingers in her was.

The two opted for driving due to the weather, the rain had begun to pound the concrete. The town car pulled up to the location, parking in the allotted space.

Renchoku Girls’ Junior High

Satoru faltered, his fingers wrapped tightly around the door handle. 

“Gojo?” Iyashi asked softly, her gaze flickering to his hand. “Gojo?” she reached out and pressed her fingers over his - pulling the handle and pushing forward.

He turned his face towards her, a weak smile spreading as he responded, “Yes, Iyashi?” 

She scanned his features, her brows furrowing, “Are you okay?”

He wrapped his fingers over hers, her body leaned across his to get to the door. He could feel her breath on his jawline. He inhaled slightly, her citrus scent crowding his senses. 

He leaned towards her, squeezing her hand, “Just wanted to feel my fingers again, Iyashi?” 

Pink spread through her cheeks as she yanked out of his grasp, smacking his chest. He chuckled as he exited the car, Iyashi a few steps behind.

His smile slowly dissolved as they neared the entrance of the middle school. Memories of a long black braid swaying angrily flashed in the back of his mind. 

The school had been cleared for a trip to Kyoto so it sat empty, he slowly scanned the area.

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” he stated with his hand in the air, black oozed down from the sky in the shape of a dome.

“What is that?” asked Iyashi, taking a step closer to him.

“A veil,” Satoru responded as he entered the main floor. “It serves as a curtain so that the non-Jujutsu sorcerers can’t see.”

“Why haven’t you used it before?” she mused, her head darting around to analyze her surroundings. 

“There wasn’t a reason before,” he shrugged. “The curses were so isolated that we didn’t run a huge risk. Plus, they were all kinda weak.”

“So, is this one not?” Iyashi sped up to match his strides down the corridor. 

“This one…is a little stronger,” he responded. He turned to her with a smirk, “Not stronger than me, though. I’ll protect you.”

Iyashi scoffed, “I can protect myself.” she increased her speed so that she was in front of him - whipping around, “Go find a helpless maiden if you’re so desperate to play the savior,”

A loud snap ricocheted through the air, a crack splintering across the concrete. Iyashi looked down at where it had ended - in between her legs.

A rumble shook the building, Iyashi took a tentative step backwards as the fractured concrete opened below her. A large figure exploded through the ground - shards scattering through the hall. 

Iyashi had jumped at the last second, landing behind the creature. She peeked around its form to meet his gaze.

Satoru grinned, sliding his hands into his pockets, “You were saying?”

“Shut up!” she shouted. 

Iyashi began to run up the stairs as the monster burst through the ceiling into the levels above. It resembled a large goldfish but with multiple rows of sharp teeth. 

Satoru watched as her figure disappeared around the railing, he slowly ascended through the hole left behind by the creature.

The rain dripped from his limitless effect as he landed on the roof - the creature slithering through the air. 

You idiot, I thought I told you not to show up!

Satoru sucked in a breath, turning in the direction of the voice. 

Iyashi was soaked, “You idiot, I thought you had him!” she pointed into the sky. 

He shook his head slightly before turning his gaze upwards.

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“Where’s Iyashi-senpai?” Yuji leaned over his desk, staring at Satoru. 

“How do you know she’s not here somewhere?” he asked, his eyes trained on the letters in front of him.

“Because we haven’t heard her yelling at you,” replied Nobara, concentrating intently on balancing a pencil on her finger. 

“She’s sick, resting at home,” he replied. They had exorcized the curse at the Girl’s School and the prolonged time spent in the wet had gifted Iyashi a cold. 

He sighed, his thoughts had turned to memories of the chapel and the beach in Okinawa. His brows furrowed, his eyes closing slightly behind the blindfold. 

He clapped his hands together and stood, “Class! Let’s go cheer up Iyashi!” 

They entered the apartment, hands full of bags that contained sports drinks and various cold medicines. Satoru turned to the three and held a finger to his lips - willing them to stay quiet. 

The living area was dark, a small mound of blankets sticking out of the far corner of the couch. The television blared a daytime soap opera, the light from the screen illuminating the tissue box and trash can sitting parallel.

“Iyashi?” Satoru sang softly, placing his hand on the part of the blankets closest to him. 

The mound moved slightly, a flash of red before her face came into view. Her eyes had a tinge of blood spreading from the corners, a stain of pink on her nose, and her lips were splotched as if she had been biting them.

“What?” she growled, piercing him with an annoyed glare.

“We brought you stuff to cheer you up!” shouted Yuji, lifting his bag in the air.

“Blue gatorade!” yelled Nobara. “The best flavor!”

“No, the best flavor is the red one,” refuted Yuji.

Iyashi sighed and leaned back into the arm of the couch, Satoru sat on the cushion nearest her outstretched feet. 

Megumi walked forward, handing her the drink and medicine. Iyashi paused, her face softening. She took the items and thanked him - she moved to sit upright, gesturing for him to have a seat in between her and Satoru.

He scoffed as Megumi sat next to him, staring ahead at the soap opera. 

They all visited with Iyashi until it was evident that she needed rest, Satoru ushered them all out the door before heading back towards the couch.

Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. He smiled, pulling the blanket to cover her. He turned to walk towards the kitchen, Iyashi gripped his shirt tightly - fixing him in place.

This felt oddly familiar, in an emotionally vulnerable state Satoru had done the same to Iyashi. 

He slowly turned her way, she gazed up at him, “Stay,” she mumbled.

Iyashi averted her eyes before whispering, “I’m cold.”

Satoru’s heart throbbed, “Of course.”

He took his blindfold off and set it on the table, emptying his pockets before gesturing for her to sit up. Iyashi leaned forward and Satoru slid in behind her - she hesitated.

“Lean back, Iyashi,” he insisted, lightly rubbing her shoulders.

With a sigh she softly fell into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her torso. 

“Why were you so sad yesterday at that Girl’s School?” she said, her cheek resting against him. 

Satoru paused, considering his words before responding, “It reminded me of my old friends.”

“What happened to them?” Iyashi asked, her finger lightly tracing his forearm.

“They died,” he replied. 

“Oh,” Iyashi leaned forward to turn to face him. “I’m sorry. You really miss them, huh?”

Satoru scanned her eyes, not a single ounce of pity but rather a quiet understanding. She gave him a soft comforting smile before resting her head back on his chest. 

He sighed, “Yeah, I really miss them.”

Soft snores floated from Iyashi as she nuzzled into him, Satoru squeezed her tightly. 

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The sun ushered the clouds in the sky out of the way as the afternoon arrived. The students were running laps on the track as Satoru sat on the steps, watching.

Iyashi took the seat beside him, leaning forward to rest her chest on her thighs - she turned her head towards Satoru.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she turned her attention back towards the field. The high pitched shouting of Maki sliced through the air as Megumi made a mistake - stumbling. 

“Anytime you want me to touch you, Iyashi, just let me know.” he replied, his smile not reaching his eyes.

“Your friends, I bet they would be really proud of you,” Iyashi kept her gaze on the students.

“I don’t know about that,” he let out a breathy laugh.

Iyashi sat quietly as Satoru recounted his mission with Riko, he paused. “So, really, I let her down.”

“I think the only way you would let her down is by allowing her death to keep you from living.” Iyashi sat up slightly, crossing her arms over her stomach. 

Satoru stared down at the track as she continued, “And Geto? Do you think you let him down?”

“I spent a lot of time alone as a kid,” Satoru leaned back, resting his arms on the steps behind him. “There weren’t a lot of people that wanted to get to know me, mostly because they were scared.”

“Geto was my first real friend. He called me on my bullshit when I needed it but also,” he paused, reflecting. “In his own way, I think he really cared about me.”

Iyashi mimicked his stance, her head falling back to look at the sky.

“What happened to him?” she asked.

“I didn’t recognize the signs and he slowly burned out.” he replied softly. “Before I knew it he had become the villain.”

Satoru sighed, “And isn’t the villain always disappointed by the hero?” 

“The hero gives the villain purpose. Without you, he was nothing - whether what he did was right or not,” Iyashi stated. “So I don’t think you let him down - I think he let himself down.”

“I would say that your friends, as you remember them, would only want Satoru Gojo to be happy. To live his life without carrying their burdens,” Iyashi angled forward, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “Are you happy, Gojo?”

Satoru leaned his head back, finding himself thankful for the cover of the blindfold.

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