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Can’t believe Toji participated in the Olympics this year

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PICTURE THIS ⸻ .✦ 呪術廻戦 ★ JJK

description ───〃★ what kind of pictures of you do they like to keep around for emotional support, and other purposes.

pairings ───〃★ (Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kashimo Hajime, Kamo Choso, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru) x reader cw ───〃★ NSFW, MDNI, non canon compliant, established relationship, groping, oral sex (f! receiving), no pronouns, mostly gender neutral reader, fem anatomy in some cases, m! masturbation, slight exhibitionism, spit stuff, cum stuff, just freaky overall.

a/n: came to me in my nap.

☆ ─── GETO SUGURU ───☆

Geto Suguru has a thing for shoving his, pretty and long, fingers down your throat. It is at times not even sexual. It's this weird thing he does to make you develop an oral fixation. He just wants your throat to contract at the sight of them, until you remember every bump, ridge, and vein running on his hands.

If he is not able to put his fingers in your mouth in public, he is giving you a lollipop, or a toothpick. Just about anything to keep your mouth occupied and needing more of his fingers. Because he knows they cannot be replaced by candy or anything.

But while training your mouth, he developed another perverted obsession on top of one.

He just loves taking pictures of you with his fingers in your mouth. You will find hundreds and thousands of pictures of yourself, in this specific, and very safe, folder on his phone—for which he also has a backup, because you just never know you cannot lose something that precious.

It's just you, and your tongue lying flat on your lips, while his fingers are completely submerged inside the abyss of your mouth. Pressing down on your tongue, and drool dripping down from the side of your mouth.

Sometimes he shoves them in so deep, that they almost reach your throat, and tickle your uvula. Knuckles press themselves into the textured and hard roof of your mouth, while your eyes roll back so hard that the color of your pupils can be hardly seen in the whites of your eyeballs. Sometimes both of your hands would be grabbing onto his wrists, other times one of his unoccupied hands would be on your throat, squeezing on it from time to time.

And Suguru believes he's not far from his goal where one day you start to salivate and get aroused just at the thought of his fingers.

☆ ─── NANAMI KENTO ───☆

Your husband is a busy man. Who has not much to look forward to in his daily life during business hours. He wakes up looking forward to your sleepy eyes, and he comes home looking forward to hugging you.

So, as a great spouse, you always remember to pack him a homemade lunch box. And sometimes a little surprise. Which makes him look forward to lunch, and motivates him to work harder so he can get home to you as early as possible.

These little surprises include sticky notes on top of his lunch box, that say things like, 'Enjoy eating your lunch like you enjoyed eating me out this morning <3'

And they never fail to make him chuckle as he puts them away in this box in his drawer. But this box contains more than dirty, flirty messages. They include these pictures you like to include in his lunch set from time to time, when he's particularly upset with work.

The pictures often show you, in flimsy and erotic lingerie, in a variety of colors each time. Bras that don't leave anything to the imagination, and just enhance your assets. Panties at times may have pretty flowers or laces, other times it's barely there, and sometimes they have his initials either at the back or at the front. Right on top of the mound in between your legs, or above the curve of your ass.

Sometimes you would click a Polaroid, where you are on your knees, legs open, and fingers barely covering up what lies between your thighs, made and exposed. The flash perfectly captures the wetness that accumulates there, and how your hand barely covers anything, for him to almost lose his mind at work.

So Kento looks forward to work, only to grow his collection that lies deep into the drawers of his desk.

☆ ─── FUSHIGURO TOJI ───☆

Toji is not the most tech savvy guy out there. He quite detested the little gadgets and devices you kept on buying. But of all of them, he didn't scoff at the film camera that you got him for his last birthday day.

He used that thing to his heart's content. One could say he might even qualify for a professional photographer if he ventured into it. The pictures he takes of the most mundane things in his day to day life, to vacation pictures—all too gorgeous to not be framed.

But if you asked him what is his favorite subject to capture, he would simply smile and shrug.

Because it's none of anyone else's business, the pictures that he holds the dearest to his heart. Pictures of you lying in bed, after he is done roughing you up. Where your limbs are scattered in every direction, just a flimsy comforter covering your ass, riding up enough to show his load leaking out of you.

How your tits pressed against the mattress, and spilled out from the side. Your hair looked tangled, probably from how much he pulled on them. Red and purple, indents of his teeth, marked your skin, as you slept soundly.

Those are his favorite. The grain, and the lighting complimented how worn out you looked in those pictures. Sometimes barely conscious other times not. And he'd die before anyone else gets to see them.

☆ ─── KASHIMO HAJIME ───☆

You do not understand your boyfriend. Some might think Hajime is quite an eccentric man, you just think he has habits that cannot be understood.

Among many of these habits, the one you do not understand at all—is when he randomly comes up to you, squeezes your face, and takes a picture of you like that. You look absolutely dumb, cheeks puffed up in his hands, lips puckering, and a frown on your face.

At first you thought he was teasing you, trying to collect blackmail material on you or something. Then the frequency of this habit, and the frequency of you catching him staring at those pictures with a smitten smile, makes you think maybe he just likes to look at you like that. So you shrug it off whenever he does this.

You might be sitting on the couch, cooking, eating even, trying to do your skin care—that one he gets a lot of scolding for touching your face when you just did your routine—trying to sleep. It does not matter when or what, he is holding your face hostage in his hands.

And the reason why is kind of simpler than the theories you've come up with.

He likes to jerk off to them.

He likes to hold his cock over his phone, with your picture open on it, as he slides through the folder, where your face is squished up in his hands. All different angles almost, in some of them you are looking up at him, then you're looking down.

Some of them are taken when you are sleeping, soundly on your pillow, nuzzling into his hands. And the ones in which you are awake, you're frowning, smiling, giving him stink eyes. All of it, just turns him on without any explanation.

Maybe it's just the grip he has on you, quite literally, as well as metaphorically.

How you'd sometimes complain, or wouldn't understand this fetish of his, but simply comply without knowing the nasty things he does with them. How you do not even bother to know, just how good it feels for him to move his hand up and down on his own cock, with precum and spit mixing up and making it all so slippery.

How much he twitches and comes, all over his screen, on top of a picture of your cheeks smothered by his hands.

Maybe next time the new addition to his collection will be when you give him head.

☆ ─── KAMO CHOSO ───☆

Your boyfriend planned great dates. Honestly it is hard to rival the meticulous details he remembers about you, and what you say in passing, to plan the most perfect dates.

Sometimes they are as elaborate as a fancy dinner at a Michelin star restaurant, and other times they are as simple as watching old movies in a makeshift pillow fort in your living room.

Other times, it's amusement parks. And after terrifying rides, fried food, and sweet treats—the best way to rest and get some money's worth of memories is in a photobooth tucked away from most people's eyes.

Somehow the silly faces and poses turn into you sitting on his lap and kissing his face. Which turns into a full on make out session. The small little room gets stuffy with how his tongue prods itself inside of your mouth, and finds your tongue.

*click*

And the camera clicked away, how his hands inch up and up on your thighs, until they disappear under your skirt. How his nimble fingers pull down the zipper on your dress. The flash reflected on your back, and obscured what was going on.

How you moved to fully straddle him, each leg on his either side. And his hands remained under your skirt, hidden, making circles on your clit through your underwear. If the camera could record a video best believe it'd have been an obscene sex tape, with your whimpers and his groans slipping out mindlessly.

"You guys are going to come out or what?"

If it were not for the people outside, maybe you two would've ended up fully fucking in that cramped space. I mean the beep signifying that your time was up, couldn't stop you, so what else could've if it weren't for human interruption.

At least now both of you have these sets of pictures to keep safe as a souvenir for another great day.

☆ ─── HIGURUMA HIROMI ───☆

If someone took one look at your husband, they wouldn't be able to tell the filthy things he gets up to in your bedroom. Most of it is courtesy of you, but you might be the one to rile things up but he is the one who sees things through.

But feelings are very much mutual, if you are putting forward a card on the table, he won't be the one to back down. He is a lawyer by profession, and it does shine through in his personality through these little endearing things.

So when you ask him to take little pictures here and there during sex, he takes it more seriously than necessary.

You really meant it like placing the camera somewhere on the table or in a corner on the bed, set a timer and take a few pictures then forget about it. But for Hiromi, it is serious. His hands may be quivering, his hips may be stuttering, as you clamp down on his cock as you come all over him—yet still he is taking pictures of his cock bulging in your abdomen.

His own eyes are rolling back, and you might be on the verge of passing out, but he is not letting go of the phone in his hand, while his other hand steads you with a grip on your hips.

This unlocked a new sort of obsession for him.

Soon enough a locked folder appeared on his phone and his pc, filled with pictures of his Cock, trying to bulge out of your stomach. He may not be the lengthiest guy out there, but the girth really speaks for itself each time he stretches you beyond consciousness when he puts it in. No amount of preparation can really prepare you for that cock.

He has learned to take these pictures from various angles, in various positions. From underneath you, above you, holding you up, pushing you down, standing up, even sitting down.

It's something he has come to cherish. Because they work much better to aid a headache after a particularly hard case, better than a bath, better than aspirin.

☆ ─── RYOMEN SUKUNA ───☆

Sukuna does not care for technology or sentimental items.

There is barely anything to be found in his phone gallery. Except for pictures of important documents, lots of cats, because he likes to send you a text whenever he sees a cat.

He would send something like, 'Look at this dumbass.' Along with a picture of a cat flopped over on its back. Which would be soon after followed by a video of him giving that said cat belly rubs.

So you can say he only uses that device for very essential things.

Like pictures of you sleeping, you looking somewhere unaware of him taking sneaky pictures of you. Or pictures of you lying on your back, him in between your legs, and his cum dripping down your hole.

Sukuna has to say these are very important pictures. Even if his phone somehow ever runs out of space, the pictures he takes of you, are never getting deleted. Especially the ones where he has rendered you nothing but a drooling mess, barely aware of your surroundings, barely any feelings down your waist, and nothing but his dumb huge cock on your mind.

He has never been one to take pictures or videos of such things, he frowned upon the concept of sex tapes and porn. It just all seems very convoluted and dumb to him. Why opt for digital images that you cannot touch, when he has you in the palm of his hands?

It's just he likes how you look after probably the first two rounds, which usually are followed by many more—it is just that after those first two rounds you are at this sweet spot where your eyes are still open wide, but fully glazed, and even if you are seeing everything, you are got cognizant of it. Just a twitching mess, bites and marks all over you, and white creamy substance dripping down on the bed, or down your legs. The sigh is too perfect for him to not capture.

Safe to say, his phone may be very empty, but it is not accessible for anyone else but him.

☆ ─── GOJO SATORU ───☆

Gojo Satoru is a nasty, nasty man.

When he is around you, he might get called out for being a pervert. Or if you ask him, he'll simply say, "You know how obsessed I am with you, sweets." In a very humorous tone. Which makes you think oh he is joking with you again.

But in reality, he may be a silly man, but his obsession with you is far too deep to be chalked out as some joke.

The man worships you, it is hard to keep him off you when you are in the same room, or even under the same roof. It is futile to ask him to focus on his job instead of texting you, and calling you every few hours.

And if somehow miraculously he actually does not bother you, he is simply then staring at your pictures. The ones he takes on his phone, the ones backed up on his flash drive, or his favorite picture of you, that he carries in his wallet.

To be more accurate, there are two pictures of you that exist in his wallet, the one everyone can visibly see when he opens his wallet. Just a picture of you smiling, and looking up, clearly at him, given from the white hair peeking from the corner. It was taken when you guys officially went on your first date together after years of tension filled friendship, and delusional pining. So it was rather special.

The other one, sits under the first picture, hidden away from the gaze of anyone who is not Satoru himself.

It actually has more of him in this picture than you. Because it's a picture of him eating you out, and looking up at the camera, with his big blues dilated, and transfixed on the taste on his tongue.

He remembers exactly when, where, and how the picture was taken. It was a simple summer night, and he bought you a new Polaroid camera to replace your old broken one. And what other better way to inaugurate it than making you take pictures of him—face deep in your cunt, hands gripping your thighs to the point the knuckles on his hand became white. And he looked simply pussy drunk.

The picture was slightly hazy. It was the only one you took properly enough to make out what was happening behind the scenes. Everything else was fully blurred, blacked out, or a picture of furniture. So he had to keep it safe with him. And that is how it ended up in his wallet.

Helping him out whenever he misses you, alongside the picture of you smiling. If he ever lost his wallet, fuck the black cards, id, and everything else. He'd die if something happened to those precious pictures of you.

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hi! i was wondering if you could write a spring related fic since it’s spring! i was thinking a picnic, it could be with jayvik x reader or viktor x reader or jayce x reader, or it could be viktor and the reader like each other and jayce and mel plan a picnic to set them up together. can be fluff or smut, i don’t mind! i love your writing <33

Ahhh this request was so cute, I hope you enjoy this anon!

The Spring Set-Up

synop: Viktor meets you when you're running your family bakery and is immediately smitten. With each passing visit you grow closer and closer and have grown deep affections for the man. However, both you and Viktor are too nervous to ask the other out. Jayce and Mel take it upon themselves to get you to finally admit your feelings for each other.

words: 7K

includes: viktorxfem!reader, jaymel, baker!reader, fluff, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, first date, springtime fun

a/n: This contains smut!!! No minors!

Again, love this request. Please send me more ideas you guys have, I love love love them!

Tinkling from the bell on the front door grabs your attention. Wiping your hands off on your apron, you turn to the counter and smile as a familiar face enters the bakery. This time she’s followed by two companions you have never met before. 

“I know you’re going to absolutely love it, Viktor. Remember those tarts I brought you a few weeks ago?” Councilor Medarda speaks over her shoulder to a slim man leaned against a crutch. 

“I do recall the tarts. They were quite delicious.” He seems unamused, as if there is something else on his mind at the moment.

“Oh! Those lemon ones were really good!” A taller man beside her exclaims with a bright smile.

Your smile wavers as you realize that the man is none other than Piltover’s golden boy, Jayce Talis. A celebrity if you’ve ever seen one. While Mel was certainly well known in the city, Jayce was a rising star at the moment. All eyes were on him at the, and if he was enjoying the treats from your bakery… Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have some more star power influencing the business. Even though the prospect was quite intimidating. 

Mel had noticed you behind the counter and strode up, elegant as ever. A polite smile on her lips as she approached. 

“Councilor Medarda, it’s great to see you!” You greeted her with a cheery smile. 

“Oh please,” she waves you off, “you know you can just call me Mel.”

You blush, and rub the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed. That’s right, Mel had told you to drop the formalities awhile ago. Seeing that she was with others though had made you revert back to your original greeting.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you bringing guests.” Mel quirked a brow at you, then understood why you were so flustered.

“Oh dear, there’s no need for that. Jayce is very friendly. Not someone to be intimidated by.” Well, you didn’t need to point that out. 

“That obvious, huh?” You chuckled nervously, then cleared your throat. “Anyways… what would you like? The usual for you, I suppose?” You asked Mel and her guests.

With that polite smile, Mel nodded. Amused that you had remembered her order. A medium iced latte with just a dash of vanilla syrup and sugar, along with one of your father’s famous lemon poppy seed muffins. 

“Of course, you and your father know me too well.” Mel turned back to the men behind her. “And for you gentleman?” 

Jayce tapped his fingers on his chin and leaned over the glass display. The interior was filled with various delicacies that had one’s mouth watering upon its sight. Audible grumbling came from the man’s stomach as he gazed over the various pastries. Sheepishly, he turned to you behind the counter with a blush dusting his cheeks. An amused huff came from Mel as she watched the man.

“Um, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” He chuckled.

“Take your pick, I’m not busy.” You smiled softly, as you gestured to the empty shop. 

“Uh, I’ll take the double chocolate muffin then.” He pushed himself up.

“Anything to drink?” 

“Just a regular black coffee. No sugar, or cream.” 

After you took note of his order, you turned to the remaining man. A jolt shot through you as you made eye contact. Dark amber eyes stared right into yours, making your mouth go dry. How had you not noticed him earlier? His presence had sent your mind reeling. Something about him had you deeply intrigued. Your eyes trailed over his face, but kept returning to that golden gaze. Noticing he had raised a brow, you realized that you had been staring without saying anything. 

Clearing your throat again, you spoke.

“Uh, and for you, sir?” You couldn’t recall if had given his name.

“It’s Viktor. And I’ll take a plain black coffee as well.” 

“No treats?” You asked, slightly offended. No one shied away from your bakery’s goodies. Based on Mel’s conversation, he had tried some of the treats before.

“Do I need to?” A coy smirk played on his lips as he noticed the shift in your demeanor.

Taken aback, you stuttered.

“W-well, no, but almost no one leaves without one.” You did your best to return a challenging look.

“Maybe I’m no one.” He said coolly, an unfamiliar accent flowing through the vowels of his speech. 

“I doubt it.” Okay, this was… fun. 

“Is that so?” The question had you almost shivering with the way his tone shifted lower. 

Both Mel and Jayce looked at each other. Mel had a knowing sparkle in her eye, while Jayce was amused at this newfound dynamic. Viktor wasn’t known to hold back his opinions, but he had never been this playful with a stranger before. Though, the man was very good at getting a read on others. Perhaps he had just stumbled upon someone that had piqued his interest. Jayce would take note of that. 

Viktor hadn’t been one to really “put himself out there” so to speak. Maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to change that. Especially considering how amused Viktor appeared to be as he flustered you. 

“Yes,” you puffed out your chest in confidence. No one questioned the quality of your family business. “I think you need to try something. What did Mel give you last time?”

“Hmm, fair enough. I’ll give you a second chance.” He smirked at your offended gasp. “I had some mediocre tarts.” He pointed to where a stack sat in the display case. 

“Second chance? Ridiculous, those are some of our best sellers.” It was just teasing, he had to be.

“Like I said, maybe I’m not like the others.” It was bullshit, Mel and Jayce knew it. 

In fact, it was through Viktor’s praise of the treats that inspired Mel to bring the men to the bakery. 

After a long week of toiling away on new hexgems, Mel decided to pop by to treat the men hard at work. She made quite the large order from you and surprisingly picked it up herself. Though you didn’t mind, chatting with the councilor had become quite an enjoyable pastime as she attended your bakery. The woman had ordered a variety of treats, including your famous tarts. As she set the box of goodies down, the men had swarmed her. Jayce giddily opened the gift, thanking the woman profusely. The two had never been the best at feeding themselves, it was the least she could do. Viktor curiously peeked over Jayce into the box, his eyes landing on a blueberry tart that seemed to be calling his name. 

Quickly, he plucked it from the box and took a large bite out of it. Jayce and Mel practically snapped their necks to look at Viktor after he made the most lewd sounding moan created by man. The dessert was absolute perfection. A beautiful blend of sweet and tart mixed with a lovely crumbly crust. Heaven in a tart. He had finished the treat in no time flat, immediately reaching for another. 

He kept going on and on about how whoever had made the tarts had to have such a vast knowledge on proper baking skills. How the puff pastry was perfectly layered, taking amazing skill. How the tart filling had such balanced flavors. Another tart in his hands, half eaten, as he pointed out to each part that had him in awe. A perfect tart. 

Jayce was surprised at how knowledgeable Viktor was on the ins-and-outs of baking, but didn’t question it. Viktor had quite the vast amount of knowledge, it wasn’t surprising to discover yet another niche subject of his. 

Mel decided she had to take the men to the bakery. Perhaps Viktor would find some other camaraderie outside of Jayce. 

“You must tell me where you found these?” Viktor practically pleaded with Mel.

“It’s a little bakery on the West side, called The Auburn Fox. I’ll take you there sometime.”

Back in the bakery, Mel and Jayce were watching your interaction with Viktor with heightened amusement. It was clear Viktor was just messing with you, but this was the most outgoing the two had ever seen the man before. Clearly, you had quite the unique pull on him..

“I don’t believe you,” you crossed your arms and pouted. The action drawing Viktor’s eyes to your lips. They looked soft… Quickly they flitted back to you. He hoped you hadn’t noticed. 

“You told Mel they were delicious.” You stated bluntly.

“So you were eavesdropping on us?” He hummed with amusement, making you scoff.

“Don’t try to change the subject. I heard what you said.” With that you walked over to the display case. 

Pulling out some tongs, you grabbed a tart from the stack in the case and placed it on a plate. Viktor followed your movements feeling his mouth water. Surely, he would be caught if he tried one of those delicious tarts. Though with how much he was enjoying your smug look, he didn’t think he would mind you winning this faux feud. 

Placing the plate in front of Viktor, you motioned for him to take it.

“On the house. Just so I can prove you wrong.” 

“If you insist,” he picked up the treat, inspecting it. This one had a deep red filling, a lovely fruity smell wafting from it. “What flavor is it?” His gaze returned to yours. Those gold eyes sending a shiver through you.

“Rhubarb. We just picked some from our garden yesterday. It’s one of the most in season produce.” 

He hummed in thought, then brought the tart to his mouth. Tongue licking his lips in anticipation, catching your eye. The movement had you studying his face again, now spotting the mole right on the corner of his lips. He smirked as he caught you staring, then took a bite. 

As soon as the tart’s flavor hit his tongue, he was done for. The beautiful flavor washing over his tastebuds made him give out a content moan. The sound made a large smile grow on your face.

“Aha! I was right! You do like the tarts.” You stood prouder. 

“I suppose I must concede.” He nodded at you after swallowing. “You do make delicious treats.” 

“Oh, you should’ve heard him when he first tried them!” Jayce interjected, fully ready to embarrass his partner.

“T-t-there's no need for that Jayce.” Viktor attempted to stop the man.

“Oh c’mon, V, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sure she’d love to hear how loudly you moaned when eating the blueberry tart.” 

Red bloomed on Viktor’s face and neck, making you chuckle.

“Is that true?” You asked, a glimmer in your eye.

“It isn’t not true.” Viktor mumbled.

You gave the man a soft smile. The tender action made his heart jolt. 

“Well I’ll take that as a great compliment. Thank you.” The sincerity in your voice made his chest tighten. 

He didn’t even know your name, yet you already had this effect on him. Beautiful, witty, and clearly talented in your field. Oh, he was smitten. And that revelation had definitely been spotted by his compatriots. The two seemingly plotting something. 

Taking your win, you decided to get the other orders ready. Pouring out the black coffees and making Mel’s latte. You warmed up the muffins and plated them. When you were done, you placed the order on the counter.

“Your order is ready!” You chirped. 

The trio gratefully took their orders. Viktor gave you a nod as he grabbed his coffee. A smirk playing on his lips as his eyes locked with yours. 

“Care to join us?” Mel invited, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. 

Waving them off, you give another smile. Shrugging off the way she looked at you, you turned back to your work. As you returned to preparing loaves of bread for the afternoon, you felt eyes on your back. Specifically amber eyes, ones that you couldn’t get out of your head. Though you were not alone, Viktor too couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

“So…” Mel brought Viktor out of his thoughts. 

The trio had decided to sit outside taking advantage of the warmer weather. Sunlight streamed through leaves overhead, sending dancing patterns of shadows around the area. A light breeze still kept the weather relatively cool. 

“So?” Viktor questioned Mel.

“What did you think of her?” She asked Viktor, nodding to the inside of the bakery.

Viktor turned his attention inside. Watching your back as you worked. Then he turned back to Mel, his brows raised with curious suspicion. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you were flirting with her.” Jayce interjected, taking a swig of his coffee.

Viktor’s mouth dropped in surprise, eyes widening at Jayce’s blatantness. 

“I, what?” He couldn’t come up with a retort. His face blooming red.

“You were flirting, it was obvious. Right?” Jayce turned to an amused Mel.

“It did appear that Viktor was interested in her. So what did you think?” Mel leaned on her hands, cocking her head curiously.

Viktor’s face flushed even more red. 

“She seemed interesting is all.”

“That’s all? It looked like you were more involved than that? Turning your conversation into a challenge and all…” Jayce gave Viktor a cheeky smirk. 

“You can be insufferable, Talis.”  Viktor spat.

To keep himself from speaking further into a hole, Viktor shoved more of his tart into his mouth. The flavor making him hum with content, but he couldn’t help but think of you again. Knowing that you had managed to make something so delicious had him wondering what else you were capable of. From just your conversation alone he could tell you were witty, seemingly able to match his speed. A very refreshing change of pace for the man, one that he would be thinking about for a while. 

Though that wouldn’t be the only thing he thought about when it came to you. In his mind his thoughts trailed to your smile. The bright twinkle in your eyes as he challenged you. Your airy laughter as you had caught him in his lie. The thoughts making him grow more and more fond, despite the fact that he didn’t even know you. So, he decided he would. 

Two days later, Viktor made an appearance in your store again. This time your father happened to be manning the front of house while you were cleaning up after the morning rush. Viktor slowly made his way to the counter, his eyes catching your form bent over a table. You were cleaning off the remnants of crumbs and any rings left by glasses and mugs. He did his best to stare respectfully, but his eyes managed to wander to the lovely curve of your ass. 

Cracking your back, you stood back up. When you turned, you were met with amber eyes that sent another jolt through you. Pushing out a short breath, you straightened up and smiled. 

“Good afternoon Viktor. Back for more mediocre tarts?” You teased.

Your voice caught the attention of your father. He gave a hearty laugh at your comment.

“So this is the guy that called your tarts mediocre?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head at Viktor. “I don’t let anyone disrespect my girl like that, young man.” 

Viktor was taken aback at how friendly your father was. He assumed you had told him about your encounter with him. Hopefully your father wasn’t actually disappointed in him. From the cheery grin on his face, he was obviously teasing him like you had been.

Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, Viktor walked up to the counter to order.

“I suppose it was a bit rude of me. Your desserts are lovely.” He spoke to your father. 

“Oh, don’t tell me. My lovely girl has to take the credit for the tarts, learned it from her mama.” 

“Oh, do you not bake as well?” Viktor thought the shop was an effort for both you and your father. Though he didn’t know all too much about you really.

“Sometimes, though the arthritis causes my fingers to lock up sometimes.” Your father shrugged. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Don’t be, my girl takes care of all things baking. I’m just the one who makes sure the lights stay on and the water keeps running.” He gave another hearty chuckle. “Now, enough about our little shop. What can I getcha?”

“Oh. Uh.” He hadn’t even thought about what to order. 

Before your father could interject, you slid in front of him at the register. A coy smile on your lips. One that had Viktor’s heart stuttering. 

“He’ll take a tart and a black coffee, plain. Right?” 

“Right.” Viktor’s throat went dry. 

Here you were again, having this awestriking effect on him. It was something he could get used to. Something that greatly enticed him. 

“Great! We’ve got apricot tarts in this time! I’m sure you’ll love them.”

Your father pet your head before you went to grab his order. Viktor watched you, memorizing how you freely moved around your working space. 

In no time, you had his order ready. A plate with an apricot tart, and a fresh mug of coffee greeting him, along with your bright smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” You chirped.

“Would you like to join me?” He hoped this time you would accept the invite.

Your eyes brightened, and smile grew wider. Turning to your father, he nodded with a knowing smile. Waving you off, he spoke.

“Go on, take a break. Don’t recall the last time you’ve done that.” 

“Thanks dad.” You gave him a quick peck on a stubbled cheek, then moved to join Viktor.

From the display case, you pulled a slice of cake out for yourself. On cue, your father handed you a mug of coffee, then you joined Viktor at a table by the front window. 

As he waited, Viktor took in the interior of the bakery. It was rustic with exposed brick walls and wooden accents. Along one wall was a hand painted mural or a fox pouncing around various baked goods. Hanging lights cast a warm glow around the place. It was very cozy, somewhere he could easily find himself spending more time at. Especially if you would be making an appearance. 

You sat in front of him, then looked over the man. While you had taken in his appearance before, you didn’t get this close of a look at him. The mole by his lips that you had noticed before was accompanied by another under his right eye. Brown locks were messily brushed through with what you assumed were his long fingers. Slender appendages that were lazily tapping on the table, slightly stained with ink and oil. Recalling a previous conversation with Mel, you remembered she had mentioned the scientists that she sponsored. Now the pieces were clicking for you.

“So you’re a scientist.” You spoke first.

“I am.” He smiled softly. “What gave it away?” 

“Mel has told me about you, though not by name.” You took a bite of cake, enjoying the sweetness of the frosting. “Hextech, right?”

“Correct.” He wasn’t really sure how to continue the conversation. Though it didn’t seem like he needed to. Your curious nature asking him more.

“So you must be loaded then?” Your question was a joke, but you were still genuinely wondering.

“Already asking a man about his money?” He gave an airy chuckle.

“I like to know what I’m working with.” You teased. 

“That’s quite bold of you,” he sipped on some of his coffee. Letting the pause hang in the air. “I would say I live very comfortably.”

“I would hope so, considering you’ve literally changed the entirety of the world’s commerce.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly. Hextech wasn’t something he had worked on to promote capitalistic ventures, but he and Jayce needed funding. Therefore, it was a bit of a necessary evil. 

“It wasn’t our first choice of invention. But the Hexgates did grant us a great understanding of the arcane.” He hummed in thought. 

“What would be your first choice?” This wasn’t just small talk, you genuinely wished to know. 

“I want to help people. Both Jayce and I do.” Viktor was finding himself greatly enjoying your presence. Outside of Jayce, no one ever really asked about his wants. 

Sure, Mel knew about them, but that was merely pragmatism. The woman was able to act with tact when necessary, and managed to deal with Viktor in such a manner. 

However, there was you. A woman he had barely met, already asking about his wishes with unadulterated sincerity. Refreshing, yes, and something that had him feeling fulfilled. Even if he had yet to reach those goals, you wanted to hear about them.

“That’s a noble cause.” You said, that soft smile playing on your lips. A sight that Viktor could get used to. 

“It’s a necessary cause.” His gaze grew serious.

Briefly, your eyes flitted to the crutch leaning against the wall, then back to Viktor. He caught the minute action, and huffed out. Though, you weren’t looking at him with pity. You sat patiently, waiting for him to continue. Not as though you were afraid of offending him, more so that you were genuinely interested in what he had to say. 

“It is a necessary cause for me personally, yes. However, there are others I wish to help.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Eyes scrunched shut as he thought how to continue. Would you take offense to his selfishness? Looking back up at you, he realized you were still waiting for him to speak. Nodding your head, you encouraged him to continue.

“In order for me to help others, I do need to help myself.” 

“I think your cause is both noble and necessary.” You said confidently, smile wider. An infectious one that had Viktor returning a smile back at you. “I don’t think you should worry about whether or not your aspirations are selfish. In the end, they will aid those in need, no?”

He nodded at your query.

“So it’s a win-win in my eyes.” With that, you reached for his now empty plate and mug. 

Before you could walk off with the items, a slender hand lightly reached for your wrist. Shivers crawled up your spine at his touch. From his seat, those amber eyes sent a jolt into your stomach. Sparkling with a sincerity you had the rare pleasure of witnessing. 

“Thank you.” He paused, chewing his tongue as he thought about his next words carefully. “It feels good to talk like that.” 

Again, you gave him a bright smile. 

“Of course, Viktor. I’ll lend an ear any time.” You meant it, and he knew it. 

Viktor had begun to make a regular appearance at your bakery. Now your father knew the man by name and had his order memorized. However, he always had you preparing it for the scientist. Your father also had developed a new habit of making himself scarce and telling you to take a break when Viktor happened to visit. While it was an odd change, you didn’t mind it. Seeing Viktor had now become a highlight of your day. 

When he wasn’t able to make it in, he always apologized the next day. Every time you told him not to worry about it, but it did feel nice knowing he was thinking about you. 

By now the man had managed to try every flavor of tart you offered during the season. You told him new ones would come with summer and fall, but he didn’t mind having the same flavors repeatedly. As long as you joined him, he enjoyed the treats. Plus, admittedly, he seemed to be addicted to the pastries. He didn’t know if he should tell you that though, considering how smug you had been the first time. He didn’t know if his heart would fare another playful fight with you.

Repeatedly, you had tugged away at his heartstrings. Always listening to him so intently and actively participating in conversation. Then there were your own aspirations. Growing your family business and working on a program to help feed those in need. The bakery was fairly well off, but most of what you earned went straight into maintaining the business. Ever so slowly you were working your way to completing your philanthropic goals. 

“I could help, you know.” Viktor said after you had laid out your plan for a soup kitchen on the border of the undercity and Piltover. 

“Viktor, I could never ask you to do that.” You didn’t want him to feel like he had to aid you just because you were friends. 

“I want to help you.” He emphasized, reaching for your hand across the table. “Just as much as you wish for me to accomplish my dreams, I wish the same for you.” 

Your chest tightened at his words. Viktor had found himself opening up more and more to you with each meeting. This tenderness was unnatural for him, yet felt right when it came to you. A person like you deserved this sweetness, and he would smother you in it. That is… if you would have him. 

However, he could never ask that of you. Both of you were so deeply entrenched in your own business. He would feel as if he was distracting you from your aspirations. Even if he so deeply wished that you would look at him the same. 

Little did the man know, you did. It was honestly surprising to you that he hadn’t caught on. You were never good at hiding your true feelings. Something your father would tease you about. 

You felt the same as Viktor though, not wanting to pull him away from his work. Both of you continued to dance around your true feelings. It was much to your friends’ detriment. Jayce and Mel held back their groans as you spoke about each other. Jayce wished to knock some sense into his partner, and Mel wanted to shake your shoulders hoping you would figure it out after some tough love. It seemed that those ways wouldn’t work though. 

Instead, the two began plotting. If they couldn’t get you to that conclusion on your own, then they needed to intervene. It would be simple. Jayce pretending to find an excuse for Viktor to go outside. Mel would nonchalantly order some of your famous tarts to be delivered to a nearby park, with a secret warning to your father that you would be out. Him and Mel shared a knowing wink as she placed the order. 

While you might be his baby girl, your father had hoped you would get out more. Always holed up in the shop was not doing well for your social life. Plus, he was getting older. The fear of aging making him concerned that he wouldn’t be able to take care of you. Yes, you were a confident and independent woman, but what good father wished to see his daughter alone? Viktor was a lovely gentleman, never making your father worry once. His polite first impression made him a major contender in your non-existent line-up of suitors. 

Together, this unlikely trio managed to set up the perfect spring time date. A lovely picnic that Jayce would ditch Viktor on, just for you to show up. An absolutely perfect opportunity for the two of you to confess your affections for each other. 

You didn’t bat an eye when your father sent you off with the basket of goodies. Mel wasn’t a stranger to ordering delivery, so the task was simple enough. Plus, you got to enjoy the wonderful weather outside. 

After a few dreary days of thunderstorms, the clouds had parted into a wonderful sunny day. A cool breeze flowed through your hair as you made your way through town. You were heading to a secluded park next to a little-known pond. A very intimate setting. You wondered if Mel and Jayce were going on a date. Perhaps it would be odd of you to intrude, though you were on the job. You doubted they would mind your brief presence.

Viktor begrudgingly allowed Jayce to drag him to the park. He bribed him with feeding ducks with the old frozen peas pushed deep in the lab freezer. It was a lovely day, and after the amount of work the two had been doing, a break was much needed. With the air pressure back down, Viktor’s leg was feeling significantly better. While dreary weather tended to appeal to his mood most days, the changes in the atmosphere could be quite the bane of his existence. The reprieve from the storms was something he wouldn’t take for granted. 

Jayce had made a big display for their outing. Laying out a large picnic blanket on a slightly shaded hill. It had the perfect view of the pond. Dotting the water were mother ducks with their yellow ducklings. Viktor spotted a swan couple on one end as well, along with their babies. He would be sure to give them a good fill of peas later. 

As Jayce continued to set up the picnic, he paused peering into the basket. With a bit too much force, he slapped his forehead. 

“Oh! I’m sorry V, I forgot something.” He couldn’t help but smile, knowing what was coming next. “I’ll go grab it real quick, gimme like ten minutes.” 

Rolling his eyes, Viktor paid no mind to the man’s over enthusiastic antics. He was just enjoying the short amount of rest he was able to get during this break. Sighing with content, the man laid back on the blanket and closed his eyes. 

After a few minutes he heard the shuffling of grass nearby. Peeking open an eye, he was blinded by the sun. He put his arm over his head, and watched as a figure above him came into view. His heart jolted as he realized you were peering down at him curiously. 

“Good afternoon.” You said cheerily, that sweet smile on your lips. 

“Good afternoon.” He said, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

Viktor sat up and looked around the park. There was no sign of Jayce. A realization dawned on him. Slowly, he turned back to you, eyes wide. 

“Is everything alright?” Your brows were furrowed with concern at the shift in his demeanor. 

He shook off the nerves, and cleared his throat.

“Uh, yes. Of course.” He chuckled awkwardly. “What brings you here?”

“Mel had me deliver some tarts to a picnic at this park. Which I’m assuming is here.” You gazed around the park. “Is she joining you?” 

“Oh, I don’t know.” 

You placed the basket beside him and noticed a letter inside. 

“Oh! There’s a letter for you in here.” 

Viktor’s name was written in cursive on the envelope, unmistakably Mel’s penmanship. Swallowing thickly, he reached for the letter and opened it. Eyes widening as he read through it.

Viktor, 

Since you appear to be inept at making any romantic advances to someone you clearly hold affections for. Jayce and I have taken it upon ourselves to set up a lovely picnic for the two of you. Enjoy the treats and wine! You may thank us at a later date. 

Beneath Mel’s letter, Jayce had written a note as well.

P.S. Tell her how you feel! Seriously, V, it’s getting really irritating that you won’t. If you don’t I will! That is a threat and a promise! Love, Jayce 

A small heart was drawn next to his note. Viktor rolled his eyes and huffed. Looking back at you, he realized you were patiently waiting for him.

“It appears we have been set up, miláčku.” You didn’t understand the petname, but with the soft way he said it, you could tell it was sweet. 

“Set up?” You asked as you sat beside him. 

You couldn’t recall being this close to him before. Sure, he had occasionally reached for your hand, but that was always across a table. Now you were practically shoulder to shoulder, legs sliding against each other. With the closeness you could smell the sweet musk of his cologne along with the remnants of oil and metal from his time in the lab. 

Beside you, Viktor was taking you in as well. The smell of vanilla and butter wafting off you deliciously. How soft your exposed skin looked. The sun sparkling in your windswept hair. Instinctively, he reached for a piece curling around your cheek. Pushing it behind your ear gently, the tender action made your face burn. 

He smirked at the flustered state he had put you in. 

“You didn’t answer me.” You said softly.

“You’re a smart woman, I’m sure you were able to reach the same conclusion I have.” He smirked at you. Enjoying the way your eyes sparkled when you made the realization. 

“Did they set us up on a date?” You asked. 

He nodded, smiling softly. 

“Yes, they have.” 

You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as your face grew redder. Was your attraction to the man that obvious? You thought you had been doing a good job at hiding how you felt. Oh how wrong you were. 

“I think we’ve been dancing around this conversation for quite some time now.” He said, reaching for your hand.

You allowed him to slip his fingers between yours, his touch made you shiver. With shaky fingers, you curled your hand with his. 

“I suppose we have.” You nodded, staring down at your conjoined hands. 

Looking back up, you realized Viktor had been watching you. His gold eyes desperately reading your face, hoping that you felt the same. Worry filled those amber pools. Worry that you wished to dissipate. 

Impulsively, you leaned in. Lightly pressing your lips to him, he gave a shocked huff. His eyes widening, then fluttering shut. Viktor leaned into the kiss, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek. The other holding your hand tightened, grounding him. Allowing him to recognize this moment as reality and not another one of his dreams. 

Sighing with content, you pulled back. Viktor’s mouth hung open slightly, his breathing grew a bit labored. He wasn’t done yet. With the hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back in. 

Opening his mouth, his tongue prodded at your lips. You parted them, meeting your tongue with his. Your taste had him groaning, just as sweet as your desserts. You gave a soft moan as he pressed against you. Soft hands tangled in his chestnut locks, lightly tugging. The action earning you another groan against your lips. 

He pulled away from you, touching his forehead against yours. His lips kissed all over your face and neck making you giggle. 

“Viktor!” You squeaked, as he pinned you underneath him. 

Looking up at him, you were mesmerized. His amber gaze searched your face for any flicker of doubt. When he didn’t find any he leaned back down to kiss you. His hand caressed down your side, then reached under your dress. You froze up at the movement, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Viktor, anyone could see!” You whispered, eyes wide. 

He remained composed, his hand tracing circles on your exposed thigh. He gave you a toothy grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he returned back to his previous movement. 

“Let them see.” He said lowly, sending a shiver through you. 

It didn’t matter to him. He needed you now. For so long he had gone without affections from another. Now here you were, so beautiful and willing. Wanting him of all people. It was something fueled by desperation, but he would follow it. Follow whatever would lead him to having you completely. 

His fingers reached your panties and he groaned. The slender appendages traced over the damp fabric.

“Already so wet.” He groaned, hot breath against your ear. “I need to feel you, lásko.” He breathed out. 

Nodding, you gave him permission. 

“Please.” 

His fingers slipped your panties down your legs, then he pushed a long finger inside of your wet heat. A loud moan escaping you, you clamped your hand over your mouth after hearing the sound. Viktor practically growled as he ripped his hand off of your face. Eyes darkening as he stared into yours. 

“No, I want to, I need to hear you.” He lifted himself over you.

A smirk dancing on his lips as he played with your drenched pussy. Fingers tracing over your folds, and circling your clit. Your thighs clenched and lifted up, begging for more from the man. This time he plunged two fingers inside you. The action making you cry out. He licked his lips as he watched you come undone beneath him. Your thighs were shaking with each press to the spongy spot on your inner walls. Each pump of his fingers making a knot form in your belly. Something was getting closer and closer to snapping. He groaned as he watched your eyes roll back. The walls of your pussy tightening around his fingers. Closer, and closer, he took in all of you as his fingers worked you to the edge. 

“Viktor… ah… Vikor…” You were babbling now. Pleasure made tears prick at the corner of your eyes. 

One final thrust into your heat had you convulsing. Your release drenching Viktor’s fingers, making him stare at you in awe. Gold eyes roaming over your spent body, taking in your trembling form. Your mouth letting out soft moans as you came down from the high of your climax.  But he wasn’t done yet. 

Looking around, he didn’t spot any people. Carefully, he slid off his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers to his thighs. Just enough to expose himself to you. With wide eyes, you watched as he gripped his cock. Long, slender, with a delicious curve. It had your legs shaking with anticipation. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you had sex, and now the man you had been harboring affections for was about to take you. In a public park no less. The idea had you buzzing. Your pussy was begging to be filled. 

The head of his cock slid against your folds teasingly. While Viktor would love to take his time with you. There was a desperate need to just thrust into you and fill you. So that’s what he did. His cock sheathing inside quickly, the movement making your hips jolt. You cried out as he began to move inside you. The tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Again, you found yourself babbling. Your hands clawed at Viktor’s back for purchase. Locking your legs around his hips, you found yourself subconsciously meeting each of his thrusts. Your clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis. 

Your next orgasm was on the horizon. Each press against you building up that intense pressure within you. Viktor wasn’t far behind. 

When your warmth sucked him in, he felt like he could have released in that moment. Tight, wet heat surrounded him, making him groan with each thrust. He was thankful for the cool breeze as he continued to pound into you. 

“Viktor… I-I’m…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. 

Pure pleasure washed over you as you came. Pussy clenching against Viktor making him curse out. More of your release splashed against his pelvis, drenching the picnic blanket beneath you. 

“Fuck, yes. Oh. Fuck.” He cried out as you squeezed him.

Quickly, his release came. Hot ropes of cum flooding inside you, providing a comforting warmth. Your pussy fluttered around him as his cock twitched inside, releasing as much as he could. 

Your hands wrapped around the man’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hands caressed your body. He watched as he pulled himself out of you with a groan. Enjoying the way his cum slid down your thighs. A sight he could get used to.

After pulling his pants up, Viktor laid down next to you. A content smile on his face. 

“I would love to do that again.” He reached for your hand and pressed it to his lips. “If you will have me.”

“The impromptu date? Or the public sex?” You teased with an airy chuckle, still catching your breath.  

“Hmm… why not both? Though perhaps the sex could be somewhere a bit more private.” He turned to you, eyes glimmering.

You realized you hadn’t actually confessed anything to the man. Your impulsive kiss had led you to making love in public, yet you hadn’t even said how you felt. 

“I really like you Viktor. I like you a lot.” You said as you turned to face him.

“I sure would hope so.” 

“I would like to continue this.” You said.

“As would I.” 

He leaned in placing a soft kiss against your forehead, then nose, then lips. The tender action had you smiling against his mouth as you kissed him back. 

Shuffling from behind you, had you both jolting up. Coming over a hill was Jayce and Mel. The large man was bright red in the face, while the woman had a coy smile playing on her lips. As they approached, you and Viktor attempted to make yourselves presentable. Mel waved you off. 

“I was expecting our little setup to be entertaining… However, I wasn’t expecting a full show like that.” She teased. 

Your face burned red.

“Y-you were watching?” You squeaked. 

“Of course, we set this date up. We wanted to witness the fruits of our labor. Though we might have gotten more than we had bargained for. Isn’t that right Jayce?” Mel hummed, amused at how flustered the man was.

“Mhmm.” Jayce couldn’t make eye contact with you. Your eyes darted to the hand that was attempting to nonchalantly cover a very prominent bulge in his pants. 

“Well as entertaining as that was, I suggest you two leave that in the bedroom next time.”  

“Oh, don’t worry.” Viktor reached for your hand. A teasing smirk played on his lips. “We will.” 

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innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIEEE

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sex, money, feelings dont die

s. you come back home after spending a year away from your friends, suguru geto among them. and you think you've gotten over your suppressed feelings for him, you think

w.c. 11.2k

w. fem! reader, kickboxer/business student!geto! x reader , mutual pining! friends to lovers! fluff!, smut! virginity loss! (but it's not that big of a deal, you'll see why) masturbation!

a/n: ummmmmm I thought about this while watching a suguru edit. this is a little slowburn, but not painful I think idk I stayed up to finish this. will proofread later I need sleep. mwah hope you like.

you are beat up the first morning you wake up in your home after spending a year abroad.

your head is pounding, the light is agonizing to stare into, and your back is tense after spending the last 24 hours running around with the fattest luggage on earth, sleeping on stiff airport lounge seats, and sleeping on the stiff plane seats, or at least trying to.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

fuck's sake

"let me sleep, let me sleep, let me sleep." you groan painfully into your bed, body short circuiting on the jet lag and reminiscing on the peaceful sleep you were just having.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

"oh my-"

knock-knock

your head whirs up and looks towards where the door to your apartment would be outside of your room. and you hear a faint, familiar voice calling out your name cheekily.

exhausted, you get up and out of bed to open the door.

"as much as I missed you guys, I just traveled across the world and my body is still recovering..."you groan, walking to your couch and flopping onto it, eyes still a bit puffy.

"my body too would also miss the crisp baguettes and wine for breakfasts," gojo slyly comments as he slides into your apartment with one step and plops into your--small--beanbag, his legs poke out comically while he inhabits the light pink ball of foam.

a light whiff of cigarette smoke and cherries inhabit your room too when shoko throws a warm? bag on your back and picks up your legs so she can sit underneath them.

"I told him you wouldn't want people at your door this early." she sighed aloofly.

"nothing a breakfast bagel can't fix." gojo snickers

you finally open your eyes and sit straight up, digging into the brown paper bag that was once on your back

"or two." he adds, watching with a smirk as you take a hearty bite out of the first bagel

when you gulp it down and clear your throat, you point a finger at him then to your suitcase in the corner of the room, "there are four boxes of pierre herme macaroons in there with your name written all over them."

"aw you thought about me."

"yeah I really do," you speak gruffly between heavenly bites, "paris doesn't make this shit."

"there's no bagels in Paris?" shoko tilts her head, a blank look in her eyes

"shut up, you know what I mean." you almost moan, faintly rolling your eyes back in pure bliss before forming a realizing thought and turning to gojo, "did you come here this early for your macarons gojo satoru????"

his smile is blank and so are his eyes, you can tell, even through his stupid glasses.

"eat that second bagel, why don't you, my favorite friend who I've missed so dearly."

right before a slight scowl forms on your face, shoko interjects.

"he did cry when nobody else wanted to drink the nth pornstar martini with him at the function the other day."

"hey!"

you giggle a little and feel your sleepiness and grumpy mood fading away. (thank you gojo's breakfast bagels and shoko's disrespect)

"no need to worry anymore babygirl, daddy's home." you smile, lazily hugging the armrest of your couch

gojo huffs and puts a hand close to your face, "I saw your stories unfaithful slut, those cheese fiends were matching your freak, with espresso martinis of all things."

"but did I ever drink a pornstar martini without you?" you poke back, slapping his hand away

you can tell gojo is thinking and has been left speechless, but just as much as he's a victim to shoko, so are you.

"that she posteddddd."

"you guys are not allowed to wake me up this early and bully me, either of you," you state as you jump up and address the both of them before heading to your fridge to serve yourself some water.

"anyways, where's suguru?"

"training." shoko answers airily as her head lolls onto the armrest.

"he's been super focused lately right? I think he deactivated his instagram like the first month of me being in France."

you remember feeling bummed out every time you posted a pretty picture and never saw him in your views.

"that's an understatement," satoru scoffed snarkily, "I do not understand such a dedication to kickboxing when he's deadset on business."

"can't a guy have hobbies?" shoko questions, not at all seemingly bothered by Geto's dedication to sport such as satoru is.

"you guys want coffee?" you ask, about to turn your back to turn on ur espresso machine.

"yes," gojo says before adding a quick, "but from the cafe two blocks from here."

eyes squinted, you turn again and lean against your kitchen countertop, "I literally have a coffee machine."

"you drink that pretentious small espresso shot crap, weirdo, I don't want that"

"okay but I can just pour milk for yours?"

"I doubt you can make an iced vanilla biscoff latte here." he scoffs

"satoruuuuuu~" you whine, exhaling as you stare up at your ceiling, "I have to wash my face and get ready! I wasn't mentally prepared for that."

"I'll buy you a pistachio matcha latte," he grins, toothy and sharp, "with that creamy oatmilk you like that's an extra 2 dollars."

"I missed you and your bank account so, so much," you say whole heartedly, sending him quick air kiss of appreciation with your middle and index finger as you trot into your bathroom to start getting ready.

on the walk to the cafe, you fight and try to suppress the wondering your conscious has for suguru geto.

you're friends, have been since your freshman year of college, and that's all you have been. there's always been a feeling there in regards to him, but you've never touched on it for more than you've thought about it (repeatedly.) you just couldn't bring yourself to break that peaceful friendship or to even think about crossing it.

sure you noticed the day he deactivated his socials.

sure you like wearing his hoodie/jackets and acting like nothing of it.

but it's not like you took up the scholarship offer in Paris because maybe your favorite city in the world could distract you from hoping he'd ever flirt with you.

it did

"oh is that the rock climber?" shoko asks as she peers over your shoulder and onto your phone.

"indeed it is," you mutter cheekily as you answer the French fling's text, "he thought I was leaving tomorrow instead of yesterday, lmao"

"no goodbye sex?"

"fingering me is hardly sex," you look at her with a side eye

"woah, couldn't get over the 50/50 thing after all huh?"

"never," you sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket, "the least he could do was service me a little with a few orgasms after I had to pay for my own drinks."

"so who did you fuck?" satoru interjected, visibly curious as he stood in line with you guys and simultaneously read the coffee menu for any new sugary drinks

"nobody," you sighed, "didn't feel like anyone was worthy losing my card to."

but all this and here you are, shoving thoughts of him to the back of your mind. it's all become so natural that compressing any thought of geto isn't an overthought process anymore. you've forced yourself to become near careless about him, silencing the voice that cares every minute of every day. you don't know if you're in love with him or containing a small crush on him, that's how scared you are.

"understandable," satoru reasons, whilst picking his phone out of his pocket to read something.

"hey, look at that, haibara wants us all to come for drinks at his place tonight," blue eyes sparkle at you from beneath his glasses that he's purposely let slide downwards, "you know he makes the best lychee and passionfruit martinis."

"and dirty martinis." shoko pipes in

both you and gojo stare at her in slight disgust before he returns to giving you his puppy face.

"as long as there's a ride home involved, I hate sleeping at other people's places."

satoru stands straight up in glee and claps his fingers together, "great! don't worry about that, suguru doesn't drink anymore because of how uptight he's been lately."

the whole day becomes hang out with satoru and shoko day after that. you can't exactly go home by the time you're done with your matcha latte and your stomach starts rumbling for lunch, especially when trust fund baby satoru offers to pay for lunch. then he drags you both into a museum he's been wanting to see, and suddenly it's nearing sundown and it's time for dinner.

"let's go buy pizzas for haibara!" satoru exclaims with a pep in his step as he leads the way for you and shoko to follow after him.

when you get to haibara's apartment, everyone's already there.

various chimes of your name are said as you begin to greet everyone after being away for so long.

utahime hugs you particularly tight and fusses over you, "thank god you're back, you look so beautiful, shoko's too careless to have conversations with sometimes."

fearing your friend would be offended, your mouth open and closes, unable to figure out what to say until you turn to look at her sleazed on the couch and already lighting a cig.

"it's true," she shrugs

"I'm glad to see you too hime." you smile, embracing her in the hug again.

you hear a familiar voice speak when you let go of the embrace

"there wasn't really anything for me to wear haibara, had to settle for this shirt."

geto stands at the door to haibara's bedroom, one hand up and holding onto the frame as he calmly peers down at his shirt and then to the owner of it.

why was he wearing haibara's shirt? and why does it look so...

and suddenly he's looking at you, eyes softening just a bit as he greets you by your name and starts to walk towards you.

you'd imagined, hoped seeing him again would warrant more excitement from him, but no he's still the same calm and collected guy he's always been.

"suguru" you smile, ignoring the way your heart races at the side hug he gives you

well, his body isn't the same. god, how often has he been training? you didn't know his arms could be that veiny.

"satoru texted me that you've been with him and shoko all day." he starts, lips only slightly, minisculely turned upwards as a way of being polite towards your presence.

"since eight in the morning." you sigh, looking over at the freakishly tall giant already breaking into one of the many pizza boxes he bought.

"he missed you." suguru looks at his best friend too, making a face of disgust for a moment when satoru finishes a pizza in two bites.

"I missed him too," you breathe, smiling a little, "wallet or no wallet."

that makes suguru laugh and you're so thankful tails evolutioned off of humans or else you'd have a hard time controlling the urge to wag it back and forth at the reward that was making geto suguru laugh.

"I missed you." he says once his laugh falters away

"me too." you respond, fighting the awkward and terrible pit in your stomach

did he really miss you? miss you? how much did that mean for him?

it doesn't seem like a lot because he gives you a small grin before walking towards shoko and striking up a conversation with her. and gojo hithers you to him from across the room to start drinking your first martini of the night.

you've forgotten how drunk you get with gojo.

your vision is tunneled and you dont know what time it is or what is even what.

"oh brother." you groan, stabilizing yourself on the kitchen countertop. you had gotten up from being sprawled on gojo's back on the floor because you wanted a slice of pizza and the journey seemed quite treacherous now. so far, yet so close. you just had to open that pizza box.

until a hand made its way into your vision, opening the box, getting a slice, and offering it up to you. its a pretty hand, a silver ring on the index finger, veins running up it and onto the arms

of suguru

he's smiling fondly at you

"hungry?" he asks in amusement

"yes, thank you." you gulp, otherwise unable to show how flustered you are due to the immense alcohol in your system and insatiable hunger.

once you take the slice from him, geto begins to slide a chair out and helps you land on it considering it was a little high.

he sits across from you on the kitchen island.

"parmesan?" he has the bottle in hand, jeering it to you

"mhm" is all you can say through a muffled mouth and take the parmesan bottle for yourself.

"is this anything like the pizza over there?" he asks again in amusement

"no," you shake your head gruffly, almost groaning from how wonderful the taste is on your inebriated mouth, "but I can appreciate this right now."

you feel as if you've finished your pizza far too soon, knowing that the part of you that's embarrassed is subdued and screaming that you've been far unladylike in front of suguru, who eyed satoru so disapprovingly when he did it.

suddenly,

"you have some..." suguru leans over just a smidge and brushes your cheek with his thumb, "...parmesan dust."

"oh," you try to keep your jaw closed amid the surprise of his actions, "thank you."

"you want another slice?" he nudges his head in the direction of the box next to him, eyes innocently waiting for a response.

he sees you open and close your mouth again, hesitant on a response before he decides for you and gets you another slice.

"you need something else in your stomach to keep the martinis some company." he smiles a little and motions for you to look at the plastered satoru on the floor, "he's done already, so don't worry."

"thank you." you almost pout as an appreciation to his mercy and figure you should ask what was on your mind earlier, after chewing and swallowing a bite gracefully. you were going to be more conscious of this second slice.

"why are you wearing one of haibara's shirts by the way?"

"Oh," his eyebrows only raise a little and he looks down at the extra tight black shirt, "he was trying to imitate those street vendors that make slushies out of regular soda before you three got here."

"and haibara being him, I figure somewhere along the lines it erupted all over you." you giggled a little, imagining the mess

"that you are correct." geto smizes. he then looks around to the various bodies thrown across the room and zones in onto the floor.

"are you ready to go now satoru?" he asks, one brow quirked up, wondering if his best friend heard him or not.

you turn a little to look at him too and he only turns his face so that his cheek is resting against the floor.

"I don't think I'm even ready to get up," he grumbles, "you guys can go without me, I'm fine right here for the night."

feeling alert already at the idea of being alone with geto, you ask satoru if he's sure

"your back is going to hurt a lot in the morning Toru." you plead internally

"don'ttttttt careeee." he burbles

you're about to open your mouth to urge him again, but suguru gets up and nudges your arm lightly, keys already in hand, "don't worry about satoru, he doesn't have anything important tomorrow anyways."

then his hand is reached out towards you, probably to help stabilize you as you get off the ridiculously tall chair.

hazily, you take it and start to follow him out of the apartment and to the parking lot

his back looks really good in that shirt, you note. every muscle is carefully outlined, every movement of his being emphasized.

"hey," he turns his head over his shoulder to peer down at you, "why're you back there."

suguru then reaches a hand behind your back lightly and motions you to walk in front of him.

"oh, my bad," you murmur, having been snapped back into reality.

the rest of the walk to his car is quiet. and when you get there, suguru's leading you to the passenger seat, opening the door for you, and leaning in to buckle you in without even asking if you could do it.

when he starts the car, you see the time on his front screen.

3:43

"oh my god," you gape at the time, then look at geto while he starts to back out.

one hand on the back of your seat.

"hm?"

and that's all it takes for you to resume what you were going to originally say, finding all the scattered gibberish in your brain to form and communicate the thought.

"weren't you telling utahime that you had to get up early for training? it's so late..." you point at the time

"I do," he shrugged, eyes on the emerging road

"I'm sorry," you lightly pout in guilt

suguru gives you a quick once over and he grins so faintly, "I don't mind."

"let me send you money for a coffee or something." you turn in your seat to look at him pleadingly, eyes scanning him for any hint of resentment

he laughs

"I'm flattered," he smirks, amusement lingering in his tone, "but I'm not taking your money."

you slump in your seat at the rejected offer before you remember something and quirk up in your seat a little

"at least let me give you the gift I got you when we get to my place?"

"sounds like the perfect exchange." he nods

when you wake up, its 1 p.m. and you're surprised you slept through the many alarms on your phone.

you remember everything from the night before and you're not hungover, thank god.

oh

you reminisce on the moments you shared with suguru, even the ones you're embarrassed about.

"arghhh why did I force him to walk all the way up for his gift," you groan into your pillow, "wasted like fifteen more minutes of his time."

a small shriek leaves you as you headbutt yourself on the bed, "why did I do that."

its been about a week and a half since haibara's hang out. which has given you enough time to finally get used to being back home. you reorganized your place to accommodate for all the trinkets and decor you brought from Europe and cleaned out your closet.

you finished everything in time for your hangout with satoru

"Hey Toru." you lean down to give him a quick hug from where he's seated snugly, slurping on a sundae

and suguru

"hey." you breathe, not gulping when he gets up and hugs you to greet you.

when you sit down, you notice your heart is racing and your breathing is just a bit labored

probably the long walk over

"we got you strawberry mochi and a matcha latte," gojo mutters through the straw he's still slurping on, eyes zoned in on particularly nowhere? on the table in front of you all.

never separate this man from his sweets...

"oh thank you satoru." you say appreciatively, happy he thought of you

"thank suguru," he mutters back, "he paid."

your eyes drift to suguru, who smiles unphased, and lifts a hand up to minimize the gesture of paying for you, "satoru knew your order already, I just offered to pay."

"oh," you try not seem too disappointed that he didn't go out of his way to know your order, "well, still, thank you."

"it's no problem." he settled back into his seat comfortably

"didn't offer to pay for my sundae." satoru rolled his eyes

geto's eyes creased a little, as if internally smiling, and said, "didn't you eat out almost a third of my fridge yesterday?"

"whatever," satoru rolled his eyes, "buy me a second sundae then, im already finishing this one up."

"I'm not familiar with anything you've just said. are you feeling light-headed?"

"oh puh-lease," satoru starts to nag, "you can hear me just fine. stop acting like an idiot."

suguru fakes a look of confusion and concern, which makes satoru bolt up out of his seat and start heading towards the door to enter the parlor. and you're pretty sure you hear him say something about taking a bite out of your mochi when you're not looking.

the idiocy makes you giggle a little and you don't notice when suguru turns his head from looking over at a grumpy satoru to you, a slight upturn of his lip at being able to make you laugh.

flash!

after a blinding white light attacks your eyes, you're met with five schoolgirls, all with their phones out.

you'd think they'd be ashamed but?

"you guys are going on my Pinterest!" one giggles

another one is laughing almost as if she's on a sugar rush, very manically, "I hope my boyfriend is as hot as him one day. oh my god. aha aha ahahahahah!"

"you're so so so pretty." a ditsy one with a valley accent deadpans, nearing your face and making immense eye contact, "I know that you guys have the hottest sex."

your jaw drops and you look at suguru in shock, embarrassment out the door at being a coupe and more surprised by the actual words these teenagers are spilling out.

suguru's no better, no other movement on his face except for his raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

the ditsy one speaks again before they start to trail off, "I'm using you as hairspo for my next hair appointment."

and it goes in one ear and out the other because your mind is still stuck on the, 'I know that you guys have the hottest sex.'

what the fuck? what kind of crap was she imagining?

what was she thinking about?

hottest sex?

like flashbacks that never happened, vivid images of you on your knees and suguru drilling into you from behind play in your mind quickly.

he's so big in person and the thought is so palpable when he's next to you...

stop!

you feel your cheeks heating up and a shiver runs up your back.

you try to laugh to brush it all off, "they were probably high or something. or just really really extroverted..."

the tips of suguru's ears are the slightest pink as he finally makes eye contact with you.

"yeah," he breathes, "without a doubt."

"what were those schoolgirls yappin about?" satoru asks, a bit careless, as he plops back into his seat, a new sundae in hand

"nothing."

"nothing."

satoru glares a little at the both of you, his brow quirked up a little, "yeah sure."

you're shopping later at the mall with the both of them, a slight awkwardness between you and suguru that the both of you cover up by only really interacting with satoru and not the other unless satoru was involved in the interaction.

satoru is drowning in what looks like eight bags of clothes when he halts your walking and jeers his head towards the store next to him.

Victoria's Secret

"Didn't you come with us so you could buy new stuff here?"

Yes you had.

But that was before a group of teenagers made you feel awkward about discussing/associating anything nearing sex with suguru now.

"yeah..." you try not to stutter as you start to walk in

god, satoru is so unabashed and careless that he's going to accompany you too. and if satoru goes in, so does suguru. if suguru didn't want to, he would surely have to right now or else satoru would question him.

you know what, maybe suguru isn't overthinking it like you are. surely he isn't clinging on to the idea of sex with you.

yes, exactly.

bracing yourself, you walk into the store, pick up a bag, and ready yourself to start filling it up.

you've forgotten about your awkwardness with suguru after a while of being amazed by all the pretty options in front of you

and satoru, for the most part, is quite mature in this store.

for the most part...

"ha, look at those," he points at a mannequin wearing crotchless panties and at the same panties decorating the table beneath it, "get them."

disgruntled and rolling your eyes, you respond, "yeah sure when I'm getting screwed."

"girls wear lingerie for themselves you know."

"yeah I know," you huff, "and I do. but I can wear crotch on lingerie under my clothes. that's just plain old porn panties for not single people."

"you're such a debbie downer," he groans, "if I were a girl, id wear those with or without out a man."

"well, im a girl and you're not so." you say in a sing song voice as you check out a bra in your hands and toss it into your shopping bag.

"wait where's suguru?" gojo says, having noticed that his best friend's presence was quiet.

and that was all it merely was because suguru was scrolling through his phone, seemingly unphased by the store, paying no attention to what you and satoru were looking at.

"oh." gojo shrugs before he moves on to checking out more underwear with you.

and he spots a particularly cute set of babydoll's that you've grown enamored with, staring at all of them.

"those are very cute," your white-haired friend says

"and very expensive," you whine, having seen the price tag on one of them, "I don't know which one I want to take home."

"hm," satoru whirls around and looks between the mannequin wearing the see through pink one and the see through baby blue one.

"hey suguru." he calls out

suguru looks up from his phone and is slightly confused by where satoru's standing.

satoru has his chin in his hand, "which one do you think would look better on her."

suguru faintly gulps and quickly regains his normal calm confidence, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"whichever one she'd feel the best in." his eyes smile for him

"oh don't be a prude," satoru gags before pestering him again, "really, pick one."

"why don't you pick satoru?"

"because I think both are too pretty." his eyes gleam, staring at both of the babydolls in question

suguru sighs then looks at you, who so happens to already be eyeing him down, eyes wide for a response.

"the pink one." he mutters quickly, eyes immediately darting away.

there's a loud sigh of relief from satoru when suguru finally makes a decision and you pick up the pink one sitting at the table.

"I think that's all for me," you breathe, skimming over the rest of the store quickly.

and before you make your way to the register line, you stop near suguru

"thank you sugu."

it's a Friday night that you've got all yourself the next month following the incident with those girls and suguru.

you've shaved, washed and blow dried your hair, did a thorough skincare routine, and put on the babydoll you bought last month.

you feel hot and have plans...in mind.

you've seen a little bit of stuff on twitter just for a spur

and there you are, sitting on your dildo, cheeks heated as you sit up and down on it.

you're unabashedly thinking about suguru.

truth be told, you haven't been able to get him off your mind since those schoolgirls planted the thought of that hot sex with him.

he's just so big and lean.

god

you remember satoru making you go with him to pester suguru while he worked out, considering his gym was next to his apartment complex and he had agreed to invite you both and shoko for a watch party of the scream movies that day.

he looked mad when he trained on his kickboxing, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark on whatever he was taking out his strikes on.

you figured he'd make a similar face beating your pussy up.

that same trail of sweat making its way down his spine. thigh veins twitching all the same at the force he'd use on you.

"su-"

knock knock

the blood drains from your face and you immediately feel yourself getting dry

"oh my god, who's here at 10 p.m.?!" you whisper shout to yourself as you scram to put your dildo back in its hiding place and through your night robe on.

you take a breather and check through your door's peephole

a big blue eye meets yourself and zooms out when satoru leans back and reveals that suguru is also with him.

you open the door quickly, slightly angry.

"why are you guys here?"

you keep your eyes on satoru, afraid even looking at suguru would reveal somehow that you'd just been vividly imagining sitting on his dick.

satoru seems impressed as he looks at your very short night robe, thighs out in the open and he shrugs, raising a bag of fast food in his hand, "wanted to hang out with you."

unable to refute his friendly gesture, you move so that the both of them can come in.

"you were ready for bed early," he comments, setting down the food on your kitchen island.

"it's ten p.m. satoru." you sigh, spotting that they didn't get drinks, so you try to find some cups for the Diet Coke in your fridge.

you realize they're in a cupboard.

that you'd have to lean up to

you're about to ask satoru to help you, but he's far too focused in setting out the food for all of you and suguru's just there, standing watching you and satoru, mostly you, in awkward silence.

"um, suguru," you pipe

he fully turns his attention to you. argh, you didn't think having 100% percent of his attention would be so drastic than having 80% of it as opposed to earlier, but it did

"can you get some cups from here?" you point at the cupboard, "I'd get them but uh-"

you look down at your very short nightrobe and exposed skin and suguru's ears turn pink at the tips

"yeah, no problem." he says quickly, moving to open the cupboard and gets out three ceramic pink cups.

you, meanwhile, open your fridge and get the Diet Coke jug you've had chilling, thankful you put it in the top shelf and not the bottom, having avoided the risk of bending to get it.

you sit down next to suguru, unfortunately, since satoru took the single seat across.

"so," you start to pour drinks for all of you, "what were you guys up to before this?"

"nothing," satoru mumbles through a mouthful of fries, "we were supposed to watch t.v. at suguru's place but the internet went out in his building."

one of your brows raises, "and you came to hog my t.v.?"

"no," satoru glares at you a little, "the burger place was right by your place and I wanted to stop by."

"plus," he adds, "I didn't bank on you being ready for bed so early."

then something lights up in his head and he stares at you quizzically, a smirk forming, "were you getting off before we got here? is that why you're all dolled up and dressed for bed like you've got first name dil last name do coming over?"

"ugh," you groan, "gross, satoru!"

"shoko and I went with you to buy that eight inch purple girth monster," he laughs, "you were sooooooo on it."

you roll your eyes and decide to ignore him, taking a bite out of the burger in front of you.

"take it easy on her satoru," suguru swoops in softly to defend you, "I remember how disgruntled you were when I found you with the door open during our time as roommates."

"hey! we agreed to never mention that to anyone else!"

you start to laugh, embarrassment only a tinge less than it was before, thanks to suguru.

although their sudden presence had interrupted your orgasm, you looked forward to the moment in which they would leave.

but satoru somehow, being the annoying giant he is, finds a way to make suguru and him stay the night at your place.

"satoru, I don't think my back can support sharing this couch with you." suguru tries to reason

"oh come onnnnn, we've shared less at frat parties before" satoru chippers, beginning to roll himself into a ball in one of your blankets.

pitifully, you share a look with suguru and hand him a blanket.

"sleep well guys." you yawn before turning off the lights and heading to your room.

your very empty room.

and you can feel your panties dampening again.

no you shouldn't.

you get into your bed and stuff yourself under covers, hoping your body gets the message that it needs to sleep.

it doesn't

so you count sheep.

nope

force your eyes closed and hope it just knocks you out.

nope, you were in that weird limbo of sleep and no sleep.

you don't know how much time has passed but you assume its late enough that both of the boys are asleep, so you shoot up out of your bed and lean over to open your nightstand, flipping your covers off in the process.

the desperation never wore off, your panties were drenched and you didn't even have to play with yourself to spread your lubrication or open yourself up a little.

biting the bullet, you lift a leg up with one arm and use the other to press the head of your dildo inside.

your breathing was extra labored, but that was nothing compared to the moans you'd let out if your friends weren't sleeping in the room next door.

then you start fucking it into yourself slowly, inch by inch, and it feels oh so good. even if it was see through, you pull down the straps of your nightgown and let your tits out, letting the air hit them and put you in a further state of vulnerability.

then in a matters of seconds, you're pounding yourself as hard as you can without making a noise from either lips.

your eyes are rolling back and it's hitting that angle so well that-

the relief washed over you faster than expected, orgasm a little ruined because you wanted to relish in the feeling longer.

so there you are, dildo still inside, one hand over your stomach while you let your breathing go back to normal.

"I needed that anyways." you whisper to yourself, feeling your chest heaving up and down.

knock knock

"you've got to be fucking kidding me." you shriek to yourself in the quietest manner possible as you rapidly stash your dildo away and fix your nightgown back on.

you dash to your door and open it a little, only letting the top of your head and eyes peer through the side considering what you were wearing.

there's suguru, hair down and shirt ridden up just a little, face a little surprised at the way you opened the door

"yes?" you ask, quickly peering at his happy trail

"is it alright if I use the restroom?" he asks, a little sleepy

"yeah," you gulp, "just let me get back in bed so I'm not indecent when you come in."

"alright, just tell me when."

and you leap onto your bed, immediately tugging your cover on top of you.

"you can come in." you say meekly, hoping he can't see how disheveled you are. the moon was especially bright tonight and it always lit up your room nicely during nights like this.

suguru opens the door immediately and smiles at you a little as he walks towards your restroom.

you smile awkwardly back

he pees you assume, because you've barely seen three tiktoks on your phone by the time he comes out.

"did I wake you?" he asks while he approaches you on your bed, taking a seat at the end.

having him so near the spot where you just pummeled yourself to orgasm made you shiver a little in fear.

"no," you almost stutter and put your phone down, "I was struggling to sleep."

"so was I" he laughs a little, "satoru sleeps so selfishly."

and your blabber mouth, stupid fake facade that you aren't affected at all by him speaks up.

"you can sleep with me."

you're both caught by surprise at your offer except only suguru expresses it, his eyebrows have raised innocently

and you cough up another remark, "it's not like you can really see what I'm wearing and you can just turn to the other side."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable-" he's about to get up

and you act so stupidly again

"I don't mind suguru, your body needs good rest with all the strain you put on it." and there you are, flipping the covers open from the other side of your bed and tapping it for him to get into.

hesitantly, he gets up from the end of your bed and walks towards the open spot, "are you sure?"

"yeah," you nod, other hand hidden under the cover and gripping the sheets under you, "we've slept cramped up next to each other on road trips. what's the difference with all this space?"

you both know the difference

but he slowly gets under the covers with you anyways, positioning himself on his back, stiff as a board as he looks up and tries not to look at you, well that's what it looks like and you understand why.

"I'm sorry if I snore." you peep, also staring up at the ceiling

suguru turns to look at you a little, "you snore?"

"I don't know..."you respond, following in his lead and peeking at him from the corner of your eyes, "but I'd be really embarrassed if I did."

"well, I'm sorry if I do too." he gives you a small smile, one of those tight lipped ones, no teeth, just the softness the moment in them.

then your phone suddenly starts ringing loudly.

and you scram to shut it off, putting your phone on night mode

"who was that?" suguru peers at you, neck turned more to look at you now.

you gulp, "some guy from paris. I should block him soon anyways."

"you were seeing each other?"

well you did go out with him various times and continuously stayed lots of nights with him. hell you even showered with him a couple times.

"hardly." you brush off

"shoko would talk about you always spending the night at a Claude's place. didn't you text her that you had to pay for your own uber once?" he said it so smoothly, without a thought

you shrink a little into the bed, "well yeah but I never saw him as something serious and we never sealed the deal. I didn't think you'd know about him..."

"shoko often aired out what you'd be texting her in the moment." he breathed, one arm behind his head as he went back to staring at the ceiling again.

"so you know about how hard I partied and stuff?" you asked, hoping that maybe they showed him all your selfies and outfits, casual and sexy.

"yes." he nodded

he seemed so serious and a hopeful part of you wanted to say he seemed...jealous?

does he think you saw a lot of guys on your nights out? what is he thinking?

"I liked it," you started, making the path for a way to comfort him if that was the case, "but I wasn't a big fan of having guys try to pull me to dance with them. I missed you and satoru being there to stop guys from hogging on me."

his ears perk up a little and he looks at you again, almost as if he's waiting for you to continue, so you do, stupidly but it was at attempt

"I'm just glad I'm back with you guys."

"I'm glad you're back too."

"you guys finally freak it?"

you get a sudden whiplash and wake up to find satoru standing at the end of your bed, one leg propped up on it while he brushes his teeth.

you lean up, making sure to cover yourself with the covers and notice the comfort of suguru's arm leaving your head.

HUH

you're at a distance from him, you would've definitely noticed his body pressed against yours, but he's turned in your direction, one long arm splayed out and oh my god

you had been using it as a pillow.

he starts to wake up too at satoru's sudden intrusion and squints sleepily at him, starting to stretch a little. the covers must've shoved off of him a little because you can see his v-line when he groans.

which reminds you that he must've not recalled/felt you on his arm just now. he probably would've been so awkward.

you calm yourself down enough and go back to looking at satoru.

"oh probably not." satoru, with a mouth full of toothpaste, mumbles without a shame after looking at suguru still being fully clothed and your reaction at sleeping on him

"satoru," your vision and brain is still blurry from waking up, "is that my toothbrush?!"

"no," he borbles offended before walking back into your restroom and beginning to clean his mouth out with water, "I have a go-go bag here."

"since when do you have a go-go bag here? and where the hell did you hide it?"

"since you left me your apartment key to take care of your place before leaving," he's already spit out the last of his toothpaste and is sassily walking back to you and suguru, "and I have it in your closet all the way at the top."

you fall back into your bed, rolling your eyes at his weirdness, "why do you still knock then?"

"I have manners?" he looks at you like you just asked a stupid question

"I found his bag in my laundry room." suguru sighs, running his hands through his face.

"well it's impossible to hide anything in your apartment considering we're the same height." satoru rolls his eyes, "haibara's like 5'10 so he can't see that I have mine at the top cupboard above his stove."

"normal habits follow you satoru," suguru sighs, flipping the covers off his lower half and standing up, "but you outrun it."

"track was my thing in high school." he shrugs

you haven't seen suguru since then. it's been two weeks and you've no sight of him. you were hoping he'd make an appearance at satoru's apartment today, seeing as he was hosting a House of the Dragon watch party.

"oh suguru? he's not coming," satoru shrugs as he plops onto his couch, next to shoko and tugs the bowl of popcorn from her, "he's working on his startup. something about a big client needing something by tomorrow."

then it's been another week, no sight of suguru with anyone at any hangout.

you don't feel that optimistic when haibara and satoru beg the group to show up to the club tonight, with pregaming at satoru's apartment.

you're dressed in a tight little white dress when you show up to satoru's apartment, clinging onto shoko's arm because of how cold it was.

and you feel so happy that you still put 100% of effort into getting ready because there was suguru, seated on one of satoru's couches, watching in amusement as haibara attempts to teach satoru how to make a negroni.

your own excitement blinds you and without thinking, you slip in past everyone and stand in front of him.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming tonight." you look at him in slight marvel, astonished that he finally made an appearance

he makes a face of surprise at you, well you think it's surprise at what you said. you probably came off too strong because his ears turned a little red. what else could it be?

god he was taking a little too long to respond. had he been trying to avoid you? was he-

"it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to leave your protection solely up to satoru would it?"

and just like that his soothing voice brushes over your entire body

"it would not." you giggle a little when you sit next to him, hoping your perfume reaches him and relishing in the fact that his arm was already hung over the part of the couch you inhabited.

"but what have you been up to? I haven't seen you in a while."

suguru's eyes soften at your curiosity, and unbeknownst to you, his heart swelled at the fact that you noticed his absence.

"I've been finishing up a personal project of mine," he says warmly, "if all goes well, I'll probably come close to affording an apartment like satoru's soon."

affording an apartment like satoru's soon?

that's like

a lot of money

a lot

and why is him getting more money in his bank account making you fawn even harder for him

well, the stability, duh.

but you have to act cool

"are you sure you want to live in the same apartment complex as satoru gojo?" you tease?

"I said like," he shoves your leg a little with his own, "I don't think I would be able to stand living under the same roof as him again."

"well I don't think he could either," you giggle, "he says you're too much of a homebody and always say you have food at home."

suguru makes no attempt to defend himself and shakes his head instead at the complaint from his best friend, "I find it wrong to say I'm guilty when there's nothing guilty about cooking your own meals."

"are you good at cooking? I know you posted on your close friends about some meals here and there, but it's been a while since you deactivated your account."

"I'd like to think I'm good," he pauses, looking at you for a moment before continuing, "I'd make a pasta for you but I don't want to challenge the likes of Italy and France."

"now that just sounds like an excuse to not cook for me," you squint your eyes and scrunch your nose at him playfully

"I make no excuses," suguru drinks from the glass of water in his hand, eyeing you with the same playful aura, "I'll let you try if you want, but you can't make any comparisons."

"deal." you huff a little, reaching your hand out towards him.

"deal." he agrees, setting down his glass to shake your hand.

you don't drink a lot in the pregame

or at the club

something about suguru being there, sober, and able to control every moment makes you want to do the same.

so you're surprised that you're not at all even tipsy when you gently grab his hand and motion for him to dance with you amongst the crowd of your friends and other strangers.

it doesn't really feel awkward.

satoru's dragged you plenty of times to dance with him. haibara's kinda twerked on you a couple of times.

how is this any different?

at least that's how your mind approaches it, unphased by the sensual rnb music and your waist in suguru's hand.

when your arms reach around his neck eventually, you note he smells intoxicating, like amber and leather.

when you've known the club to normally be a place where you cause a ruckus with satoru and haibara, this is quite the opposite.

you didn't know you could feel so grounded

maybe it was the lack of alcohol to spur on the party animal in you, but this was fine. your brain felt woozy enough from breathing in suguru's cologne.

it's only when you feel a tap on your back that you and suguru are interrupted.

suguru juts his jaw for you to look behind and when you turn, there's shoko a lighter and a cigarette in her hands. you and suguru follow her outside for her smoke break, the bare minimum for her protection, a norm.

"how come you haven't been following satoru's pace tonight with the drinking?" she sighs melodically as she puts a cig in her mouth and cusps a hand around it while the other lights it.

"um," you avoid suguru's presence, feeling something that you just can't quite point your finger at, "I think im pmsing, so...I don't want to trigger any cramps with the drinking."

"fair enough." she blows out a puff of smoke as she says that

"and when are you going to ever drink again suguru?" she lets her head fall on her shoulder, lazy eyes looking at him.

"when are you going to stop smoking those?" he asks in return, leaning against the wall behind him and looking at the people in passerby considering this was a busy street during the night.

"soon." she shrugs

you and suguru exchange a look between each other at the response. shoko's been saying that since freshman year.

and your small moment is interrupted when you see a frantic utahime waving her hand, nanami and haibara holding up a very pale satoru between them as they walk out of the club and towards you guys.

the three of you meet them at the middle and utahime starts to explain.

"satoru threw up on this vip table trying to make it in time to the restroom..." a slight look of disgust on her face

"you guys know I can't stand the smell of cheap vape smokeeee~"he whines from between his two friends, body slumped over

"oh." you also grimace imagining the situation

"we're going to walk him back to his place." utahime tries to convey with sorry eyes that she's sad the night had to end like this

"it's okay." you say and turn to shoko, "are you going with them?"

her place was on the same side of town as theirs, and they were probably going to stay at satoru's anyway. he had more than three bedrooms and was always ready for sleepovers.

"yeah," she says, moving forward to poke at satoru's chest, almost as if he were a lab rat, "you guys fine to-"

"nice tits pretty girl!" you hear a holler next to your ear

and its some guy walking by with his two other friends, clearly inebriated but its also clearly not enough for him to blame the behavior on it. and his target couldn't be anymore obvious when he's making the nastiest eye contact with you, or more so your chest.

"come again?" suguru says sternly at him, he didn't yell but...

you could hear him well and clear alright.

the guy stops walking and turns to you and suguru, speaking with a sassy stupor, "I said her tits were nice."

you look up behind you and suguru is biting his cheek, something you've never seen from him. you can tell he's mad and so can the other guy.

"you her boyfriend or something?" he smirks, relishing in the way suguru scowls at him as he nears the both of you, "if you're not saying shit ill fuck her little pussy right in front of-"

BAM!

multiple oohs are heard when suguru sucker punches him. and height is the only thing that helps your offender, because he does manage to stay up and land a punch to suguru's nose.

but before you can react and head over to check on him, like lightning, the guy is the ground after suguru hands him an uppercut.

and there goes satoru, vomiting on the side of the road too.

which you don't seem phased by because suguru just defended your honor, and won, so quickly.

but you're also really worried because his nose is bleeding when he turns around.

ignoring the pain of your heels finally setting in, you click clack over to him and move the hand he's using to grab at his nose so you can inspect him.

you're not sure if he can tell you're somewhere between feeling lusty and worried when he looks down at you, but he looks serious still as he makes eye contact with you.

and satoru barfs even more

"I can't handle blooddddd~" he cries which ushers a panicked utahime into calling shoko over and asking if you'd be fine heading back with suguru, making sure he's fine at the end of it.

when they start heading off, you pull out your phone from your purse, "let me get us an uber to your place."

your hands are shaking a little in adrenaline and you jump a little when suguru swipes your phone from your hand and hands you his, uber app already open.

he's continuously wiping his nose as he painfully murmurs, "not letting you leave my place alone, I'll drop you off at yours first, put your address, I'll pay."

worriedly, you want to deny him, but the thought is intimidated out of you when he stares you down.

"ok-okay." you speak a little shakily

so much for you thinking you'd be cool and calm in a situation like this.

you dragged suguru into your apartment the moment you got to your place. you had finally noticed the small cut on his nose bridge and near his eye and really insisted on patching him up.

you also were scared that he'd somehow get a brain bleed and die on the way home out of sheer anxiety. so you wanted to keep an eye on him for a while to keep your mind at ease.

suguru is sitting at the edge of your bed, watching as you rummage through your restroom for your first aid kid. and when you finally find it, you're rushing to him and setting it down next to him, beginning to filter through it for the alcohol wipes.

"close your eyes," you ask breathlessly, still feeling the after effects of your adrenaline, "I don't want to irritate your eyes accidentally."

suguru listens to you and closes his eyes, a slight grimace already on his face in preparation for the sting you're about to bring to his cuts.

he hisses a little when you press on them

"sorry."

"it's okay." his eyes scrunch a little and you can see his hand on his lap, opening and closing as a reflex to the sting.

then you take out the antibiotic ointment to start spreading a little on his wounds. his body relaxes a little when he sees that the bothersome part is over and he keeps his eyes open, watching you.

you feel so hot under his gaze, you can't help but blabber when you're in the process of putting cream on his nose bridge

"you really have been putting the work in at kickboxing huh." you say awkwardly, trying to do a fake laugh, but

"did I scare you?"

suguru's burning a hole into your face with how intensely he's looking at you

you almost choke on your breath

"no."

"you were shaking when you were typing your address on my phone."

oh he noticed

you didn't want him to misunderstand

"well you didn't scare me, but I was scared for you, still am. I don't want you to drop dead on the street." you answer a little shakily, having forgotten to reach for the small bandaids.

"besides what girl gets scared of the guy who defends her honor..." you add

"shoko almost gagged when nanami made a guy apologize to her." he quips

"well that's shoko," you shrug and look off to the side, "I liked it."

you're about to reach for the bandaids when his hand on is holding onto one of your arms, gentle but it sustains all your attention.

"what do you mean?"

"well we all know shoko's a lesb-"

"no, when you said you liked it."

explaining that to him is complicated. when you said that you liked it you know that you mean that your panties got a little sticky watching him spit out blood that tried to seep into his mouth from his nose. the memory makes you subconsciously rub your thighs together. but you'll just brush it off as a normal like, as in it flattered you.

unbeknownst to you, suguru spotted the movement between your legs.

"it was flatte-"

"then why do you look so nervous trying to tell me that?"

a bit exasperated and heavily flustered, you stomp your foot a little and avoid looking at him, "suguru, please stop. you're making me nervous."

"what's there to be nervous about?"

"we're just friends." he adds

and his eyes light up watching when your own shoot towards him, your offense front and center.

and for the first time, you can see how he looks at you with so much yearning?

"am I wrong?"

christ, has he always looked at you with this much desire?

you're speechless and even though the signs are pointing towards the obvious, you still form a sentence that spares your feelings.

"do you want to be wrong?"

"yeah."

you feel shaky again

and it's not because you're scared.

"can you please stop looking at me like that?" you beg, avoiding his eyes again, almost about to hyperventilate from the pressure his stare is putting on you.

he grabs your other hand and leers you close to him, breath tickling your neck since you're so stubborn on not looking at him.

"do you still want to be friends?" he asks

and even though it sounds seductive and suave, you can make out the slight genuine yearning to know if that's what you want.

so you look at him again, trying to swallow the nervous lump in your throat

"you know how I feel." you plead

"no I don't," he laughs a little painfully, "I've never said anything because I don't know, so tell me."

you stare at each other for a while, his patience everlasting as you muster up the courage to say something that shouldn't be so embarrassing.

"I don't want to be friends."

"do you want me to go home?" he asks, thumbs rubbing circles on your wrists.

and its the quickest answer you've given him so far

"no."

and you want it

bad.

so so so bad.

but you have to get the question off of your chest.

"what-what do you want to be?"

"each other's if you'll have me." he breathes, looking up at you still

he's saying all the right things. and he's here. you're freshly shaved and waxed and wearing the hottest lingerie under this. fucking hell you wouldn't even need foreplay to take him right now, you're preening at the thought of having him.

"do you think satoru packs condoms in his go-go bag?"

it just slips out of your mouth so easily and you want to be embarrassed, but you're to eager for that.

"I know he does." suguru gets up quickly, eyes darting to your closet and then to you, "are you sure?"

and it's like some sort of instincts take over because you take the hands that are holding yours and place them on your tits, motioning for him to squeeze them.

"I'm really sure."

the action has him baffled, a pink flush face you've never seen on him while he stands there taken aback. it gives you a little confidence to remove his hands and take off your dress. then you let him watch as you get on the bed, sitting on your heels as you take his hands in yours again to plead.

"I want you in me suguru."

"fuck." he curses, before rushing towards your closet and yanking the infamous go-go bag and tossing it next to the bed. he starts to take his shirt off soon after, immediately reaching for your face when he gets into the bed with you

he's a sensual kisser. sensual as in you're pretty sure it'd be illegal to kiss him in public.

he kisses like he's fucking your mouth with his own. and it has you shivering into his touch, pussy aching for him to fill you up.

you pull him in by the belt loops of his jeans and whine, "take it out please."

your words make him groan into your mouth and he reaches one hand down to help yours unzipper his pants and push them down.

you feel his raw length slap across and press onto your mound when he grinds against you

"you haven't done this before right." he almost says darkly as he stares down at where your bodies would be meeting soon.

"no." you moan, watching him as he stuffs his dick under your panties and slides it back and forth on your pussy lips.

he shivers at the contact and dips his head into your neck, mouthing and biting at the skin there, "fuck, you're actually drenched."

and for a moment, you both get rigid at the euphoric feeling of his tip catching on your hole so easily.

"I'm not sure I'm going to last long with you right now," he all but exhales shakily, hips still moving back and forth against you

"that's fine, just keep going."

and he's about to reach over in the bag for a condom when your lust takes over so much that you stop him and line him up with your hole.

"just do it like that please."

he moans as your ministrations and looks at you for reassurance, "are you sure?"

you can tell he's fighting so hard not to move

"just use my pussy please suguru, I need it so bad." you complain, reaching down to pull your panties further to the side, chest heaving from carnal need for him.

suguru leans closer to pull your see through bra down, and begins to suck harshly on one of your nipples when he starts bullying his cock into you.

you can feel every vein when he starts to sink into you and fuck, his tip is so snug and big, the feeling of it ridging against your insides every time he brings it in and out is dizzying.

you're so focused on the feeling of his thick dick filling you up that you've barely noticed how suguru's folded your legs back. both of you now entranced in the way he's balls deep in you, a loud wet pap sound accompanying every thrust of his.

"you like that sweet girl?" he heaves through deep fast thrusts, mesmerized by the way your stomach moves just a little every time he bottoms out.

words aren't something you're capable of right now because when you try to respond, all you let out is shriek

this is nothing compared to the way you've tried to pummel yourself with your dildo. his hands are everywhere and he's got you right where he wants you. you can't escape him.

and when you thought he couldn't his pace and force grows stronger.

you're basically screaming now.

"yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes." is all you can say, so dumb on his cock that you can't help but want more and more

"fuck, don't talk like that," he groans, almost as if to himself, "I'm gonna end up creaming your pussy if you keep that up."

"cream it please." you beg loudly, "wanna feel us get messy."

your tongue is basically salivating at the though of his balls coated in cum and slapping against your clit, strings of mess forming from how intense it is.

and he starts twitching into you, rushing to kiss you as he pumps inside of you. thank goodness, it feels like its spilling out of you in heaps.

you're so happy, so so happy.

"let's do doggy yeah?" you pull him in by wrapping an arm around his neck, grinding your hips against him for more

"whatever you want," he nearly whines, pulling out of you just so he can flip you over and push your back down.

you feel hornier like this, pussy more exposed and growing needier with the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. it makes you wiggle your ass for him to fuck you more already.

and without warning he does just that, slipping into you again and gripping your ass so hard when he starts using you like a fleshlight.

"fuck, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes," he mumbles to himself, "tiny fucking wet pussy. love it so fucking much. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

you're thoughtless, just utterly brain dead from how hard he's going on you, from how much your pussy is getting split open again and again.

this goes on for hours, so many positions covered by you and suguru. foreplay was never involved at all during that time, neither of you wanting to go without feeling each other so crudely connected for more than a second.

you actually fall asleep cockwarming him even, the both of you too stubborn to stop that you fell asleep still trying to get it on.

neither you or suguru hear the jingle of your apartment door being opened later that day. both too fucked out and tired to wake up.

but you do hear when the door to your own bedroom opens, and suguru quickly gets on the defensive, covering you with your bedsheets and about to-

"satoru!" you both yell.

"woah," you hear laughing through the door, "you guys really stayed up all night fucking? everybody's been calling you guys since two."

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nerdy boyfriend!takuma who you managed to pull by being a little weird and unhinged

boyfriend!takuma who adores your quirks. you balance his ungodly amount of “negative aura”

boyfriend!takuma who has never been with another girl besides you :( he’s a lil inexperienced and nervous, but he means well

boyfriend!takuma who’s a soft dom with a golden retriever personality. he really just loves you and wants to see you smile

boyfriend!takuma who can only be mean sometimes when you really ask for it

boyfriend!takuma who’s gotten pretty good at starting things when he’s horny… it only took a few years to build his confidence

boyfriend!takuma who only just now started to understand your “signals”.. you’re too shy to flat out start things with him, but you know you want it. this usually results in you just standing next to his gaming setup awkwardly, hoping he’ll just understand your unspoken rizz

boyfriend!takuma who looks up at you and raises his eyebrow with a small smirk. “you need something, baby?”

boyfriend!takuma who knows damn well what you need, but he likes to tease you — he loves seeing you get all awkward and shy, playing off your intentions

boyfriend!takuma who takes his headset off and hangs it up, standing up from his chair with a small stretch. his shirt raises up a bit so you can see his sinful happy trail seeping down into his boxers

boyfriend!takuma who merely chuckles when you try to turn the tables on him by saying, “oh, you think that you’re going to get some every time i come in here and just stand here?”

boyfriend!takuma who responds with, “yeah princess, i do.” before he bends you over the bed, yanking your pants and panties down to rail you from behind as mean as you want him to <3

boyfriend!takuma who can go for hours, holding your pretty face into a pillow as he gives you just what you need — a good fucking to fix your attitude

boyfriend!takuma who presses kisses all over your face, doting on you after you both have finished multiple times. aftercare is one of his favorites because then he can yap to you about how he shit on a whole lobby of 13 year olds in cod

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Ino smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── Your parents may not approve of your relationship with Ino, but that wasn't enough to make him stay away from you, let alone to stop him from invading your room during the night.

"Ah! Takuma, fuck." Ino grinned unabashedly, gripping your hips as he increases the pace of his thrusts.

"Shhh..." He whispers against your ear, slowly licking below the cartilage. "We don't want your dad to come in here and find his good daughter sitting on the troublemaker he forbade you from seeing, isn't it, love?"

Your intimacy throbs, squeezing the hard cock between your wet walls as you ride up and down on Ino's thick length. Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, biting your lips to contain the loud sounds, but unable to help the gasping breaths that escape from oneself.

"Hmm... Fuck, princess." He throws his head back, groaning softly, leaning against the headboard of the bed, lowering his gaze to watch his own cock disappear into your hungry pussy, drawing air through his teeth at the obscene sight. "So damn hot, baby."

You disengage from Ino's shoulder to kiss him messily, intertwining the tongues in quick movements, not holding back the interrupted moan you let out when he held onto your ass more firmly, thrusting deeper into you.

The sound of his full balls slapping against you was starting to get loud, and you wanted to warn him, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpering moans and gasping breaths.

Both stared at each other, intoxicated by one another. "You're almost coming, aren't you, pretty? squeezing me like that..." Ino murmured against your lips, feeling your insides clench around his cock. "Come, kitten, make a mess on me." He urges with his voice still low.

You kiss him again, intending to contain the scandalous moans that wanted to escape your mouth. "Takuma-ah!" You whimper against the boy's soft lips as you unravel against his skilled movements.

Ino releases a restrained grunt against the skin of your shoulder, spurting inside you as his orgasm arrives. Breathing heavily as he gradually slows down his movements.

"Holy shit!" He breathes out. You smile shyly, equally trying to regulate your breathing. "You better go home, Takuma, before my parents come to see what those noises were." You warn him as you give pecks on Ino's lips and try to get out of his lap.

"So is that it? You use me and then just throw me away? I'm just a whore to you, aren't I?" He feigns drama, both of you laughing softly as you lightly tap his shoulder. "Let me stay just a little while longer, okay?" Ino clings to you like a koala, ignoring your protests and holding you affectionately in his embrace.

Takuma Ino's Version! Before concluding the series, is there any other character you would like to suggest?

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hello! I saw some of your posts and was wondering if u could wright something with sanji from one piece where the reader is also a chef? Like escoffier from genshin impact. But like she has the same looks and vibe cause I was looking at her trailer or something and she only scolded the male cooks when they did bad and I LOVED that PLEASEE try to make this! Established relationship pls, thank u!

this sounds nice! im not quite familiar w the charac mentioned, tho i looked her up, soo its not much but hope u enjoy this!

Fire in the Kitchen, Heart on the Line

Being in love with a fellow perfectionist chef isn’t always easy—especially when your kitchen becomes a battlefield. But with enough butter, banter, and a little love, Sanji and his fiery girlfriend might just make it through the heat.

sanji x Escoffier!reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, soft romance, ooc(?) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 1k

masterlist | ko-fi

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The kitchen on the Thousand Sunny was unusually quiet—until a sharp clatter echoed off the walls.

“You call that a brunoise?” your voice rang, sharp as a blade slicing through bone.

Usopp flinched, the knife slipping out of his hand. “I—I was just—”

“No excuses. These cubes are uneven enough to offend geometry itself.” You folded your arms, pristine gloves still white despite the chaos around you. “Throw it out and start again.”

Zoro, seated at the table with a skewer half-loaded with meat, muttered under his breath, “It’s a miracle you two haven’t killed each other in that kitchen yet.”

Sanji entered just then, whistling cheerfully, a towel slung over his shoulder. The moment he caught sight of you—your meticulously tied hair, that commanding glare you reserved only for the incompetent male cooks on board—his eyes lit up with hearts, and his feet nearly floated off the ground.

“Ma chérie~!” he sang, sliding behind you and planting a kiss on your cheek before dodging the spatula you halfheartedly lifted to swat him.

“Sanji,” you said in your signature calm-but-deadly tone, “I told you not to interfere when I’m teaching.”

“I’m not interfering, my love~ I’m admiring.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you muttered, finally allowing the smile that had been threatening your lips to peek through. “Now get Usopp another carrot before I use his nose as a cutting board.”

“Right away~ Goddess of Gastronomy!” he said, twirling toward the pantry.

You sighed, pressing two fingers to your temple. Life aboard the Sunny was nothing if not chaotic.

And Sanji? He was the eye of your storm, and somehow the hurricane too.

It had been four months since you and Sanji had made your relationship official—not that the rest of the crew hadn’t seen it coming. From the moment you stepped aboard the Sunny, knives flashing and heels clicking like war drums, you and Sanji had danced around each other like rival chefs in a culinary showdown.

Your reputation had preceded you. Known in the South Blue as "Escoffier" your dishes were renowned for their flawless precision, complex flavor pairings, and an almost terrifying level of discipline. Especially toward men. Male chefs, in particular, bore the brunt of your cutting critiques. You didn’t hold back—and you certainly didn’t tolerate mediocrity.

But Sanji? He was different. He matched you plate for plate, idea for idea. And beneath all his dramatic fawning and over-the-top flirting, you had discovered something rare.

Respect.

He listened when you spoke about your work. He valued your opinions. And above all, he didn’t take it personally when you yelled at him for burning the beurre blanc.

(Well—he pouted, but only for a moment. Then he’d get right back to whisking.)

That afternoon, the kitchen was alive with rhythm. You and Sanji moved in tandem, a pair of dancers trained not in waltz but in whisk and flame.

“Ladle,” you said.

“Ladle,” he replied, handing it over.

“Temp check on the lamb?”

“Fifty-two Celsius. Medium-rare in five.”

You turned your head to glance at him, and the two of you paused, catching each other in the moment.

“You’ve got sauce on your cheek,” you said.

“So do you,” he answered, voice softer than it had any right to be.

He wiped your cheek with his thumb. You dabbed his chin with a towel. And then, just as naturally, he leaned in to steal a kiss.

Nami’s voice broke the moment. “Ugh, seriously? You two are gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You didn’t even look back. “Good. More for us.”

That night, Sanji insisted on preparing dinner himself, claiming he wanted to "treat the queen of his kitchen like the royalty she is."

You allowed it—reluctantly.

But as the aromas filled the galley—roasted duck with plum glaze, golden dauphinoise potatoes, and sautéed green beans with garlic and lemon—you couldn’t help but watch him closely from the doorway.

He had removed his jacket, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his golden hair tucked behind his ear. His focus was intense, his movements precise. You knew he was trying to impress you. Even now. Especially now.

And it was working.

When he caught you staring, he grinned. “Enjoying the view, darling?”

“I’m mentally rating your performance,” you replied, though the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

“Out of ten?”

“Six.”

“Six?!”

“You docked three points for putting the duck skin down too early. And one for letting the fond burn—again.”

He dramatically clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

You stepped into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He turned his head, his lips brushing your forehead. “I know.”

Later that night, after the meal had been devoured and Luffy had fallen asleep mid-dessert, you and Sanji found yourselves alone on the deck.

The sea was calm, the moonlight painting silver trails across the waves.

Sanji sat with his back against the railing, you curled against his side, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you ever think,” he murmured, “about opening a restaurant together someday?”

You blinked. “Like… an actual building? Four walls? Guests?”

“Yeah. Something quiet. Cozy. Somewhere we can work together every day and still kiss between courses.”

You smiled. “And scold the interns together.”

His laughter rumbled in his chest. “I’ll be the bad cop this time. You can be the terrifying angel of death.”

“I always am.”

He kissed the top of your head. “You’re perfect, you know?”

“No one’s perfect,” you said quietly. “Not even me.”

“You’re perfect for me. That’s better.”

As you watched the stars, warm in his embrace, you thought about everything the two of you had built. Not just the food. Not just the flirtation. But the trust. The balance. The unspoken understanding of two chefs who demanded excellence—and gave each other grace when they didn’t quite reach it.

In the kitchen, you were a storm. Outside of it, he was your shelter.

And together?

You were a fire that never burned out.

© mariah for the divider <3

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As someone who has troubles with eating IM SOBBINGGGG I NEED HIM TO BE REAL

Sanji Vinsmoke X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sanji takes his job as cook on the Going Merry very seriously, and seeing as he has yet to discover what you enjoy eating, he makes finding out his top priority. Lucky for Sanji, Luffy lends a hand. (a.k.a, reader has a complicated relationship with food, and Sanji finds a way to help fix it.) (wc. 2.8K)

Warnings: Food, food, more food (possibly a ED warning needed). They make out in the end :) Reader has she/her pronouns + fem bodied +tragic backstory.

Listening to: 'clementine' by Halsey - "Left my shoes in the street, so you'd carry me, through a breakdown. Through a breakdown or a blackout, would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?"

Masterlist || AO3 link

To Sanji Vinsmoke you were an enigma, and it was driving him half mad trying to figure you out. Sanji had figured out everyone else in Luffy’s crew fairly quickly. In regards to food that is.

Luffy loves meat, Nami has her tangerines, etcetera and so forth. But you? He barely saw you finish a single plate of food, let alone go back for more - or forbid look like you were enjoying eating at all. Sanji’s whole life revolved around food, and he wasn’t going to have someone he decided to care for so deeply dislike it so much.

His stare pinned you to your seat at the kitchen table, fingers tapping the wood as he ran through the list in his head to find something new to try your tastes at.

“You’re really sure you don’t like tangerines? They’re in season at the moment.” Sanji watched your face form into a grimace, teeth bearing as you sucked air into your mouth.

“Not really. Sorry.” He waved his hand, shooing away your worry like swatting a fly. His thoughts wandered again before speaking after a few long moments of silence.

“Your not liking seafood feels like a crime.” he mumbled. As he looked at you he saw your eyes flicker to the side.

“I’ll eat it, I just can’t say it’s my favourite.” you said.

“You’re just saying that.” he smiled, “I saw your face screw up the first time Zoro had a poor attempt at making sashimi.”

“It wasn’t that bad!” You sat up, ready to defend yourself from Sanji’s interrogation. “I’m just not used to eating raw fish!”

“He can’t make it like I do.” he said softly. You looked into his eyes and he had to hold himself back from sighing dreamily.

Sanji, besides believing food shouldn’t be wasted, loved seeing people who needed to eat happy with what they ate. You worried him, since it had been weeks and yet you’d never expressed such approval. You never even went back for seconds - which obviously was on his mind more than he’d ever admit. He tried so hard to find something you’d like, and hadn’t yet. He wondered how happy you’d look when he finally found out what you liked. How your pretty eyes might light up, or how you might finally bless him with a real toothy grin instead of a shy smile.

He almost sighed again at the thought of how beautiful it would be.

“You care a lot about food, don’t you?” your voice was quiet, but it cut through Sanji’s thoughts like a knife. He watched your face soften. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell.”

He watched you, the way you took a deep breath and how it shifted your shoulders. Then you stood, and came around the table. You hand rested inches from his, and he knew he shouldn’t want to hold your hand as badly as he did. He wondered if your fingers were soft or calloused, felt hot or cold. He wanted to hold your hand so badly, but he didn’t.

“You don’t have to care so much about me, Sanji. I’ll eat whatever’s put in front of me, whether I like it or not.”

Your words made him frown, and he watched you turn and leave. Something about your words left him feeling an immeasurable amount of sadness. He once said women were mysteries to be unravelled slowly, you were the slowest he’d come across. You sounded so sad when you spoke, as if resolved to a fate you never wanted.

It made him scared to uncover what possibly happened to you to resign like that, and sad to think about how different you might be now if you hadn’t gone through it. Clearly, you had gone through something, or someone, to make you so uncaring for something many people found joy in.

He decided then that he would help fix it. Sanji would bring joy back into your life through food.

Calm, quiet nights on the Going Merry were a favourite of yours. The sea was still, the salt sat lightly in the air, and the sky was so clear you could see stars no matter which direction you looked. It was peaceful. Carefree. On nights like these you could clear your head, spread out your thoughts like photos on the floor and organise them one by one.

You kept nights like these a secret because you knew if someone found you and got you talking that you’d keep no more secrets. With your vulnerability laid bare before you it was also laid bare to anyone who came by. Doing this small ritual late at night meant no one ever had seen it. Tonight changed that.

A hand reached at the railing inches from your face, and a wide grin soon followed. Someone had found you.

“You trying to scare me into a heart attack Luffy?” His grin softened at your nonchalant reply.

“I don’t believe I really scared you with how you’re reacting.”

“My heart’s beating right out of my chest, really it is captain. You should feel it.” You said, watching him climb over the railing and sit down beside you. His quietness while doing so was unusual. “You don’t usually come up here.”

“I wanted to ask you something -”

‘Here we go,’ you thought, rolling your eyes.

“- You gave your dinner to Ussop tonight. Distracted him by getting him to tell a story then put your plate in front of him so he wouldn’t notice. But I did.” he said. Luffy looked across at you, his hat rested around his neck by its drawstring. Without the hat he looked more serious - that paired with the genuine concern in his eyes and your own aforementioned vulnerability was dangerous.

“Why did you do that?” You looked at him, and he looked back at you. You sighed.

“Before dinner he said he was starving.” you said, “After he finished eating I gave him mine so he didn’t have to get up.”

“You need to eat too. He says that all the time, it’s just a joke.”

You sighed. Your arms rested across the banister of the crows rest, and your chin now nestled on top of them. When you spoke again your voice was soft, and you didn’t look back at Luffy.

“It’s not a joke to me.” From the corner of your eye you saw his position mirror yours, and his legs slowly started swinging from where they dangled over the edge.

“Why?” he asked. It was such a small unassuming word. Normally it wouldn’t bother you, but tonight it was the one thing you were most worried about. It could open a floodgate you’d been dying to keep closed since you joined the Straw Hats - and now it had opened.

“My family.” you said. “My island was good. We weren’t well-off but we never went without the things we needed. Then pirates came, and the marines came. Then if we had something and it wasn’t stolen by pirates, it was allocated to the marines. We started starving.”

Finally, you looked across to Luffy. He stared at you with a frown, the kind he’d get when he was focusing and trying to understand. You’d seen him direct it to others but had never been on the receiving end yourself - it felt strange. With that look, however strange it was, he made you feel like you needed to keep talking just so he understood. So you kept talking.

“With the lack of what we needed, my mother died, then my father. I had to look after my sister on my own, so I worked. I skipped eating so she got breakfast and dinner, I only ate the food I got from work. I did my best to go hungry so she didn’t have to and she died anyway.”

The weight of your words sat heavy in the night air. Your words were gentle, resigned - you’d gotten used to the thought long ago that losing your family was an act you were helpless to stop no matter how hard you tried. You’d spent the rest of your life until now trying even harder to see if that would have made a difference.

For a long time all you heard was the lapping of seawater on the ship’s hull.

“I don’t want to see the people I care about go hungry again. I want them to be happy. I want you all to be happy.” You turned your cheek to rest on your arm, suddenly feeling tired as you looked back at Luffy. “So I give up my food, I don’t eat more than my share.”

Luffy, again, mirrored your action. His cheek squished against his forearm as he looked at you. He lacked the frown now, and his eyes held understanding. You could tell your story made him sad, but he also looked grateful. Eventually his face broke out in a new, wide grin.

“If you could eat anything without a care in the world, what would it be?”

At the look on Luffy’s face, you let out a quiet noise that almost could’ve been a soft laugh. His eyes were expectant, so you looked back to the ocean and thought.

“I know it’s a drink, but I loved tea.” You sighed dreamily. “French earl grey was my favourite.”

Sanji knew you liked your quiet time, so he never went up to the crows nest with you. He stayed on deck, out of sight and smoking, until you climbed down and went to bed. He liked to think he was making sure you didn’t fall, but really he treated it like your own secret.

You up there, him down here, and that's the special time you get to spend together, a moment where it was just the two of you - even if you didn’t know about it. When Luffy started climbing the rigging, Sanji was prepared to get really pissed off for ruining your peace. He was glad he didn’t though.

Still night’s means sound travels well and fast. He heard everything you and Luffy talked about.

Thanks to your Captain, he’d figured you out - and he wasn’t going to bed tonight. He stomped out his cigarette and turned around back into the kitchen.

The plan for today was to dock the Going Merry and spend most of the day ashore, either gathering supplies or, in Luffy’s case, finding some local trouble to get in the middle of. Sanji’s original plan was to do that too, but after last night he had new plans.

The fact everyone else would be gone was fantastic - and your own plan to stay close to the ship to spend time around the hull scraping off barnacles was even more perfect.

Sanji was even more grateful to Luffy’s talk with you last night, since your whole mood seemed lighter today. Convincing out to climb back aboard was almost too easy - and the lack of trouble it took to get you to entertain his shenanigans was almost just as easy.

“Sanji I don’t know why you have to cover my eyes, I can keep my eyes closed just fine.”

“I don’t want you peeking.”

“If you’re going to show me some food sculpture again,” you trailed off. Sanji controlled the fluttering in his chest at the feeling of your cheeks moving under his palms - movements that meant you were smiling.

“If I was, you’d be very impressed.” He guided you to a stop, making sure to position you just right. He suddenly felt very nervous. This felt worse than when he made his very first meal. What if you didn’t like it? What if this was a big mistake? What if-

“Sanji?” you whispered. He didn’t even realize his hands were resting on your shoulders until your fingers came up and grazed his own. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. Of course you’d ask that - it made sense now, now that he knew you were the most selfless person he’d met.

“I’m perfect.” he said, hands squeezing your shoulders, “Are you ready to see your surprise?” You nodded. He let out a soft ‘okay’ and reluctantly pulled away to stand next to the kitchen table.

Sanji watched as you took it in, but your face gave nothing away. He nervously looked toward the table again - maybe something was out of place? - then back to you.

“What is this?” you asked. Your voice was so soft that if he wasn’t on a knife's edge he wouldn’t have heard it.

“Earl grey and chocolate cheesecake, and a lemon and earl grey chiffon cake.” He noticed your eyes lingering on a porcelain set just behind the cake. “And tea ready to brew.”

“Sanji, you didn’t have to do -”

“No!” His objection was abrupt, and it made your eyes snap from the spread to him. “I’m sorry, but no. I won’t hear you say it. Just eat it. Please.” Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, too scared to even blink.

You could tell Sanji felt just as tense as you did. No one had ever gone through so much just for you - hell you didn’t even know there was French earl grey tea anywhere on the Merry, and here Sanji was with a whole morning tea that was themed after your favourite flavour. You didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want.” he offered with a small and unsteady grin. Your head shook, declining, and his eyes glanced down at where your fingers nervously fiddled with themselves. You stilled them, instead gripping the coarse fabric of your skirt.

“What I want?” you said softly, almost to yourself. You looked at the food, so carefully prepared and baked, then back at him. “Could you join me? I don’t want to eat alone.”

Instantly, his nerves seemed to visibly melt away - and you in turn felt like you could relax too. He was by your side again, guiding you with a phantom hand at your waist into a seat, and then took the one beside you.

“You’ll have tea, obviously.” Sanji offered, reaching for the teapot, “You’re sweet as you are, but do you need some sugar today?”

Your hand faltered for where it reached for a piece of the chiffon cake. He turned his head to face you, to see you frozen again. This time the look on your face was different. Like a cheeky child had been caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“Do you think I need some sugar today?” you asked, snickering.

“I’d give you some any day you want.” Then you started giggling - a sound he’d never heard from you before. He looked over and there it was - the smile he’d been longing for a chance to see.

“I think I need some sugar today,” you said with a smile. Your giggling had stopped, but you looked up at him with a soft smile. He couldn’t have been dreaming, but he might’ve since he swore you lent closer.

Sanji decided to be brave. His arm came up to rest on the back of his seat, and his fingers brushed your jaw. His heart skipped a beat when you let him do it.

“How much sugar?” he asked, feeling like he’d been lulled into a daydream at the sight of your happiness.

“A little bit,” you replied, shyly smiling over at him.

“Like this?” he said softly. Ever so carefully he lent forward. His fingers held your chin gently, and when he was close enough to count your eyelashes, your eyes fluttered closed. Gently, he pressed a kiss to the edge of your mouth. It was a short kiss, but he could die happily now - he knew he’d remember the feel of you on his lips even from beyond the grave.

“No,” you whispered, and your fingers ghosted across his jaw to guide his head closer still, “Like this.” you said. Then you kissed him. Your kiss was just as soft, just as gentle, but it was longer, and less afraid. When you pulled away your eyes finally opened.

Before, Sanji could tell you weren’t the kind of person to have done that. To have taken a kiss for yourself, no matter how willing the recipient was. To think all that it took to break that spell was a morning tea.

“Thank you Sanji, for doing all this for me.” You said. Your smile was content - it wasn’t the full toothy grin Sanji had hoped for, but it was genuine, and it made him feel fuller than any meal ever could.

“No, thank you,” he replied, “Thank you for letting me know you.”

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content. mdni 18+

vinsmoke sanji ! pussy eating

 with your back flat against the wooden wall of his room, your panties hung off one ankle. your legs were hiked up on the nice linen of his all black suit. gentle kisses traced your skin and trailed up your thighs to the lips of your pussy. he took a deep sniff in, reveling not so silently in the scent of your arousal. groaning softly in approval, his tongue dipped forward to run his tongue flat against your pussy. you flinched in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath. you ran your fingers through the strands of his smooth, blond hair with both hands before gently leading him closer to your dripping cunt. without any hesitation, he slowly worked at your clit. soft flicks of the tip of his tongue and a suck here and there. soft moans left your slack jaw, following the flow of his tongue with your hips in light bucks.

 "you taste magnificent.." he mumbled into your cunt and his large hand wrapped around the leg on his shoulder, cold rings pleasantly stinging your warm skin. "better than anything i've ever tasted."

 "you- hahhh.. talk too much" you spoke bashfully, tips of your ears turning hot as you stared down at his face nudged deep in the space between your thighs. he responded with a smile and a loud slurp on your cunt.

 " 'm sorry, my love."

 he savored you, ravaging you lovingly. he groaned ever so often as he appreciated your slick that sat on his tongue and slid down his throat. you twitched on his taste buds and the small bucks of your hips became more aggressive to ride his face in need. you whimpered, gulping down your saliva as his hazy brown eyes shifted upwards to prettily stare at you. you whimpered loudly when your eyes connected. his eyes were calm and studied you carefully. his face scrunched in satisfaction, cheeks flushed pink and hollowed in slightly to suck at your aching clit. your hands tugged at his scalp to push him as close to you as possible. his nose bumped at your pubic mound, nuzzling against your smooth skin each time your hips knocked themselves into him. you chanted his name sweetly, your gaze locked into his only to squeeze shut when you could feel the pressure build up.

 he ignored the feeling on his head as you unknowingly pulled painfully tight on his tresses, egging you on with his tongue and feather light caresses to your hips. you snuck your bottom lip between your teeth, knees almost buckling underneath you if it weren't for sanji keeping you still. he moaned greedily against your leaking cunt, swallowing the smallest drops of your climax until there was none left. your hips stuttered against his tongue, your whines bouncing off the walls of his room.

 "that's a good girl.." he murmured as he pulled away from you, messaging his thumbs into your skin and kissing at your hip bones.

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ace my absolute beloved

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I still super duper love Sanji, I just was NOT expecting this little rat bastard to steal my heart

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This came to me.. in a dream……

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My body may be gone, but not my love