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[nescence]

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[nescence]

Marriage life

JJK men x Fem!Reader

Summary - Basically just you and him in a marriage. Both wholesome and smutty. Involves: Gojo, Getou & Nanami

Warnings: Mirror sex, pervert Getou, praising, masturbating, massage sesh with Nanami ;), overstimulation.

PT2 pending…..

GOJO

You and Gojo are pretty much the rich aunty and uncle. You don’t have kids because your sister has pretty much filled that hole for you and babysitting the two twins is enough.

Movie night is a must with you guys. It’s relaxing and comforting especially on rainy days. So before bed when the kids are over you either watch horror or comedy, all snuggled up in a blanket. Gojo is always the last to fall asleep, it’s like he’s programmed to stay awake and protect you - always being the one to carry each of you to bed carefully.

“Satoru?” You mumble as your body is carefully placed onto the bed. You hear him hum as he covers you up. “The kids…” you trail off, sleep still in your body. He joins you in bed placing a kiss on your cheek then lips. “took care of em, get some beauty sleep” he reassures, arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him planting another on your forehead before you snuggle into him. The warmth emitting his body immediately putting you to sleep. His embrace has always been comforting, bringing you a sense of saftey you couldn't describe.

Clinginess, Gojo can be clingy whenever you’re off to work. He found it ridiculous why you would want to work in the first place. He had enough money for generations upon generations so you working was always baffling to him. Who in their right mind would work willingly?.

Sweets. You guys could make a factory with the amount of sweets you had in your cupboards. Maybe that’s why he always has an unbelievable amount of energy. Even in bed.

Practically a house husband.

“How’s my beautiful wife doing today?” Spreading his arms wide, Gojo pulls you into a hug. You were tired but you gladly accepted it, letting yourself fall into his hold. His arms remain at your hips staring down at you. “You’re glowing” his eyes sparkle, and you frown.

“Really? I thought I looked like shit” you say but he shakes his head “that’s weird…didn’t use anything new”. Once those words came out your mouth Gojo grins. “I could think of a reason why” his tone was cheeky, eyebrows wriggling as he stares down at you. Realising what he meant, you groan pinching his nipple which makes him jump.

“Ya nasty” rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

Always, always praising you.

“Look at you…” Gojo practically whispers to himself, watching his fingers circle your wet clit through the mirror. Your body twitching under his electrifying touch, the way the tip of his middle finger delicately presses against your clit has you shaking for mercy. Licking his lips hungrily, his eyes observe. A fucking. Sight. To see.

Your brows curled and bottom lip disappears underneath your teeth. Legs broadened - felt embarrassing to you - like a work of art mirrored at gojo, granting him the sight of every inch and surface of his wife; your pussy glosses under the soft lighting of your bedroom, keeping his glistening cock cosy within whilst drops of cum seep out, running down his length. Your low whimpers sounding like the desperate cry of a pup. Face stained with dried tears. And Gojo loves it, bringing you to such a state to show how much he adores your body, how a stunning woman like you should be treated - he wants to give you nothing but pure pleasure caused by him and him only.

“Ahn~~” you moan, trying your best to keep your legs open as Gojo continues teasing your abused clit. Your sensitivity at a high due to your nonstop cumming. “You’re soo..beautiful [Name]” He lulls into your ear, mouth against your heated skin as he speaks. “Look baby, look” he stops fidgeting with your bud, your eyes avert to his in the mirror. “Don’t ya look fucking gorgeous?” Mouth parted as he speaks, breathing hungrily as he takes your hand into his. Guiding your fingers through your folds, making you spread yourself nice and wide for him to marvel at how well you suck him in, he hisses feeling you squeeze him along with the gorgeous sight. He has your fingers run through your slit, gathering both his and your essence. You exhale at the action any light touch on your clit making you twitch. “Bet you taste as good you look” his eyes lock onto yours, “hmm?”. Your gaze never leaves his blues as he guides your hand up to your lips, the pure intimacy in your eyes as your lips fall open, giving him the opportunity to push your fingers into your mouth. Closing it shut, you relish in the sweet taste of you and your husband, moaning vulgarly as you suck and swirl your tongue around your digits. Causing your husband to further expand within you.

His eyes, lost in yours, clouded by his lust whilst he watches you swirl your hips. Gaining whatever friction from his cock Sitting deep within your walls. All the while you’re lost in the motion, your eyes rolling shut revelling in the sensation. Your sucking becoming weak as you grow a knot within your stomach, mouth loosening and drool running down your chin. Drunk with sweet bliss.

Fucking hell. You’re killing him.

“Fuck…c’mere” his hand faces you towards him, lips immediately magnetise. Giving Gojo a chance to taste both you and him. Hungrily devouring you, not giving you a bit of control as his tongue rolls, leading you whilst moaning. Gojo sucks In a breath feeling your soft walls pulsate and squeeze his girth, his lips hung on yours. Letting out pleasured breaths as he finally moves his hips again, nicely…slowly…gliding his length up into your drenched hole. His name rolls off your tongue barely above a whisper, Gojo lazily kisses you as his mind is now elsewhere, gradually increasing his speed now that both his hands held onto your hips. A yelp slips your tongue feeling his swollen tip hit your cervix. The creamy mess of your cum reaching both ears, evidence of your unceasing sex. Whatever words Gojo grunts out falling into deaf ears, a feeling of rapture throughout out your body. Your vision blurry due to a well up of tears, eyes glued to the ceiling, mouth remaining parted as rhythmic moans are beat out your throat every time Gojo’s hips bounced you upwards.

“Your pussy’s so goood [Name]” Groaning, Gojo spouts out whatever comes into his mind. Big hands squeezing the flesh of your hips whilst he enjoys your cunt socked on him. “Feels so- so good baby- fuck” he grunts eyes catching the motion of his length disappearing into your pussy, a white ring of cum developed around his base. A reminder of your previous rounds, and yet he couldn’t get enough.

Seeing your head hung over his shoulder, tits bouncing, tears streaming….He wants more, he needs to make his wife feel just how fucking amazing she is to him.

GETOU

One thing about Getou is his acts of service, that's his love language. He'd help you with your hair, help with cooking despite being horrible at it. Anything he feels would burden you he'd do it.

Despite his act of service, you love returning the favour - one thing between you two is you self care days. Getou only doing it because of you. You'd help him out with his long silky hair, massaging his scalp, oiling his face. all sorts.

"Is it nice" you whisper softly, smiling as you watch him relax into you. His eyes remain closed as he hums, enjoying the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp. You chuckle, reaching to get a serum for his face, whilst applying it you lean over to place a peck onto is lips. Getou’s purple eyes fluttering open to be met with the face of his beautiful wife, a fond smile spreads across his face as he watches the softness in your expression as you scrub his scalp. You’re always so gentle and pulpous with him. Just like he his with you.

He reaches his hand to take yours in, you let him although caught off guard. His lips meet your skin, a gentle kiss from him on your hand.

One thing you both love are drives, it didn't matter the destination or if there even is a destination. You both found amusement in having long drives either in comforting silence or with music. And during all that Getou's hands dont leave yours, interlocking your fingers in silence no matter how sweaty it gets he doesn't let go. Unless you stop for a snack.

Whenever your clothes go missing/ get damaged. Getou doesn't hesitate in replacing them. One day a bra or shirt of yours would be gone and the next day it'll be there right where you left it all brand new. Even if when you point out something you like, it'll be in your possession the next day.

Speaking of clothes getting damaged or lost. The reason being?. Your husband. Despite his cool demeanor and being your husband, Getou is a pervert for you. Stealing your clothes, enjoying their scent as he fucks himself using them. Just to make up for when you're not there.

You had gone out to meet your best friend because of an alleged emergency. And now Getou is left alone with his thoughts.

1 hour later, he finds himself watching a show to pass time. Frequently checking his phone to see if you’ve messaged him or called. But nothing. It doesn’t help when the last thing you said to him was hinting at something, something he knew very well what to be.

‘I have some things I wanna try out with you…’

Those words ring in his head and his mind goes into the gutter. Immediately thinking of the videos he came across on your laptop. You’ve both never done that before. Maybe?….

2 hours later, fuck… he groans into his hands. Unable to focus on the show. His dick was aching…throbbing for a release he can’t bear to resist any longer.

10 minutes past, and Getou finds himself digging through your dirty laundry. Eyes laying on that one lace panty he loves on you. He doesn’t waste time pulling the band of his sweats down to set himself free, tip angry and leaking with precum. Veins popping as if he was gonna explode. His mouth goes agape, letting out sharp breaths once he brings the piece of cloth to his nose. His free hand rubs his inflated tip whilst deeply inhaling the musky scent of your cunt.

“Fuck…Baby.” He gasps, eyes rolling as he begins to stroke his cock. Imagining your flooded hole welcoming him in. Desperately pumping him. “Sssshit [name]” he amps up speed, bringing the lace down to wrap around himself. He needs you. He needs so bad and you’re not here.

“[Name], [Name], [Name]— fuck ah—”

It’s not enough. He needs more, he’ll never cum this way. His hips buck into his hand in attempt to gain more friction, to replicate your gummy walls bouncing up and down him. Milking him. Emptying his balls till he’s all dried up.

“Yes baby…shit— ah- ah-”

His hand moves at an alarming speed, his release is right there. Within reach. A few more pants and strokes before he’s finally done, ropes of cum covering your laced panty, Getou hunching over as the release hits him hard. He groans, letting out a few breaths before looking at the mess he made.

All that mess and he’s still hard.

5 minutes pass.

“I need you- I need you-” Getou’s humping your pillow like a dog, rolling his hips into the soft cushion head thrown back at the frictions. “Ohhh fuck, fuck.” already chasing his third orgasm, his tip sensitive and red from the action. Pillow soaked with his cum and sweat running down his torso. Your lace panty lays on the floor all stained with his seed, Getou payed it no mind. Telling himself he’d get rid of it later and buy you a new one tomorrow. Now a new pillow too. Your name chants from his lips multiple times, your face appearing to him every time he closes his eyes.

He just. Couldn’t. Get. Enough.

He wants his dick to be squeezed, drenched, overstimulated to his limit. Your moans, his name leaving your soft lips in a scream. Everything about you makes his thrusts harder. Sweet moans leave his lips, as he goes harder. His mind filled with your every being, voice, touch.

“Suguru”

“Agh…fuck…yes baby” Your voice sounded so real, Getou could only throb at the sound.

“What’re you doing?” Sounded too real, his head snaps to your doorway. Seeing you stood eyes wide as you watch your husband hump your pillow shamelessly. Even then he doesn’t stop, eyes locked on yours feeling not only his heart but his cock best at the sight of you. He should stop, he should stop. He repeats in his head, but his body refuses, the pure sight of you bringing him closer to a finish.

“[Name]” he grunts, face red and hair stuck to his skin. “I need you…please- please-” begging you, his voice cracks, the sounds going straight to your already wet core. And of course, you couldn’t deny it.

NANAMI

One thing about Nanami is his consideration. No matter the situation he’s always have you first in mind. After work he’d always stop by the convenience store to buy you your favourite snacks. Now you have a whole cupboard full of it.

Compared to him, you have much more energy than he does. So every time he’d try his best to entertain your interests since it makes you happy.

Just like Gojo - he praises you every chance he gets.

“Awww kento what’s this” you pick up the stunning dress from the bed, admiring the way it shimmers under the light.

Nanami watches you with a small smile, your eyes sparkling just like the dress “It reminded me of you” he mumbles just enough for you to hear before your throwing your arms around him “Thank you so much. I love it.” You place a long kiss on his cheek, his arms wrap around your waist staring into your eyes as he spoke. “Why don’t you try it on? Since you like it so much let’s show it off” your brows perk up in shock. But then again, you should be used to this.

An hour later you’re coming out the bedroom all dressed up. The light in Nanami’s eyes glows once he lays them on you. What a beauty you are…

“I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve you” He speaks without thinking, reaching his hand out for you to take. “Oh stop it” you wave your hand, giggling like a Highschool girl receiving a compliment from her crush for the first time.

“I’m only stating the truth my love”.

Speaking of showing off. Nanami would never waste a chance to take you out, bringing you to restaurants, making sure you have your fill. Overall showing off his beautiful wife to let the world know how much of a lucky man he is to be graced with such a woman.

Working overtime is a habit Nanami can’t seem to get over. And because of that days or even weeks go by without you guys having that intimate time together. And Nanami, of course, always manages to make it up you.

“This is the least I can do. And no, you can’t return the favour” He speaks sternly, lifting you off the floor - hooking a hand underneath your knees and another around your torso.

“But you’ve been working. A lot. May I add and I’ll feel bad Kento” you argue as he places you on top of the massage bed. He plants a kiss onto your head, walking towards a cabinet “take your robe off”.

You watch him, annoyed by his disagreement. But oblige, a massage isn’t something you can easily pass on. And by your husband? You know it’ll be the best massage of your life. You lay face first on the bed, shuffling so you could get comfortable. You felt slightly chilly since Nanami suggested you go completely naked. But you have no complaints since it’s him.

“You ready?” He checks, his voice coming from your right.

“Mhmm”

Once you said that you felt a cool liquid dripping onto your back. The temperature sending shivers throughout your whole body. Your eyes close feeling his hands rub your back, spreading the oil whilst applying pressure.

“Relax for me [Name]” He spoke so calmly, so softly, it could put you to sleep. And on command you did. Relaxing just as your husband instructs, letting out hums of satisfaction whenever he hits the right spots. “Does it feel good?”. Fuck, his voice. That smooth, deep voice that you love so much. You’re trying so hard to ignore it, to not think so inappropriately about this innocent session.

“Yeah…you’re really good at this hun” you add, feeling his hands right above your rear, circles around your lower back. When he hits a specific spot you moan. “Right there Kento” you hiss as he goes back to area again, circling it until you’re satisfied “S’that good?” He inquires, making sure he’s done enough. And you nod, enjoying the tension being released.

Once he’s done with your back, he moves down to your legs, massive hands rubbing intently. Lathering them with oil. Doing to them what he did with your back.

You feel his hand move upward, now kneading your ass which caught you off guard. But you’re not complaining, rather, you giggle “Saving the best for last?” You imply, hearing Nanami sigh as he continues massaging.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction of my answer” You could hear the smile in his tone. But you don’t push on, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Give me a sec”

Once he’s done, you hear his footsteps receding. Coming back after a few seconds later but he doesn’t do anything other stand there.

“Kento? What’re you doi— Ah!—” your husband causes you gasp as his fingers run through your folds with a cold oil. “K-Kento” your eyes expand, letting out a pleasured yelp as you hand springs to grip the massage bed. His fingers stuff you up so well, your insides already writhing. Turning you to mush as your husband's fingers slither deeper within you - the oil making it easier but also acting as an enhancement to your pleasure. What the fuck? you've felt good before but right now... you felt elated. And your moans only grew more intense as he went on.

“Judging from your reaction I made the right choice buying this oil.” He comments, fingers dragging in and out from your sopping cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel heat pool at your core, his fingers fucked you so good it’s almost embarrassing how they could bring you to this state.

“It’s only the two of us here my love. No need to restrain yourself” And with those words, a stimulation to your clit had you yelping. “Kento!”.

“Yes?”

Nanami is answered with a mewl, your body writhes beneath him. Legs springing up as a result of the overwhelming pleasure. Every once of your body felt hot. You felt goosebumps by your lower back where your husband’s hand laid whilst the other digs into your pussy, bringing you closer to climax.

“Too…ah…too much…” you barely manage to get your words out, constantly falling back into that world of pleasure. Mind solely focused on how your husband’s fingers glide against your sensitive walls, how they rub against clit. Oh…you were so close…and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami, he felt your cunt clench around his digits. And with that your husband increases his speed, your body tenses. Legs stretching, and hands clenching as you were on the edge of climax.

Before you knew it. Flashes blind your vision as you came. Soaking your husband’s fingers with your juices.

Nanami gives you a chance to catch your breath, soothing you with a hand massaging your back. But he doesn’t let it prolong for too long since he still had to move into the second part of this massage session.

✦ Finally back on my grind.

[nescence]

Friends?

Choso X Fem!Reader

Summery ↓

Choso will always be for you, no matter how much he denies it.

Warnings: praise, smoking, edging, riding, biting

“Answer the question”

“No”

“Why?”

“Cause it’s stupid”

Now you were stood behind him, arms crossed before you place both on the couch. Leaning above him, which he looked up. Smoke blowing in your face.

“So you’re denying it”

“Hmm” he shrugs, unbothered expression he carries annoying you. You weren’t going to let him escape this scotch free.

“Ok…” you shrug too, taking the cigarette out his hands to inhale some. Exhaling, you begin “so you’re gonna deny the fact that you used my underwear to jerk off every time I was over at yours?” You look him dead in the eyes, his uncaring exterior cracking the moment you said that. You watch as he sits up, clearly flustered.

“Fucking hell [name]” he covers his face with both hands, you hear a deep sigh coming from him as you walk to the front.

“Fine” you smile, taking your place on his lap, Choso’s eyes widen, face going from pink to red within seconds “what’re you doing—” he’s interrupted the moment your lips touch his, trapping him in a moment where both of you mould as one. You take the lead, tongue snaking into his mouth to claim his. Mixing salivas and smacking lips. You hum in satisfaction, sharing the mutual taste of nicotine and a slight hint of apple juice. Saliva seeps from the corners of your lips, your hands going to untie his hair. Allowing it to be free for your fingers to fidget with.

You trail off from the kiss, moving onto kiss his cheek…then make your way to his exposed neck. You mark your canvas, hickies left behind as you roamed his bared skin. And despite Choso’s urge to protest, his body doesn’t allow him. His eyes closed, and arms rested on your hips.

“I feel you” you return to meet his eyes, now fogged up with lust. You grin slightly, hips rolling against his crotch. Your hands go up to caress his parted lips, spreading your lip gloss all over. “Your mouth can lie, but the rest of your body certainly can’t Choso” you whisper to him, gaze lingering on his lips. Your fingers wrap his hair around, no words are said as you whine against his hardening cock. And as you did. You could feel yourself growing wet, butterflies piling at your lower stomach. You kiss him, losing yourself to your movements. Holding his face with your right hand, kisses are placed on his cheek. Leaning to his ear, your hand remains cupping his cheeks. “Do you like me?” You questioned, this time I’d be your last time asking. And his answer determines what happens from here on.

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You descend on his cock, a gasp escaping you as you stare into his eyes. You could feel him reach in deeper inside you, stretching you to fit his girth. Once your skin touch his, you begin to move. With one bounce, the both of you let out a moan in sync. The squelches of your slick and his precum acting as lube as you fucked him into you. You bounce yourself up and down, riding him at a steady speed. Choso admired as you, your face had such a lecherous look displayed for him, an expression of your hookups unfortunately had the luxury to see before him.

Frowning, he wraps his arms around you. Burying his face into your chest. You let out a light gasp at the feeling of his tongue licking the squashy surface of your boobs, transitioning from licking to sucking. Your hands entangle in his black strands, massaging his scalp as he tastes your body.

“You’re so beautiful” you hear him utter, a smile coming to your face.

Feeling him twitch inside you, you realise he’s close. Gently, you pull his hair in order to take a good look at him. You could feel your heart thump at the sight of his face: blushed red, and eyes drunken.

“You’re enjoying it that much?” You moved a strand of hair from his face, rubbing your thumb against his face which he instinctively snuggled into. A smirk forms on your face, licking your lips. “I never knew you could be this cute Choso” you slow down your movements, noticing the poor attempt to mask the irritation of the sudden reduction of speed in his wavering eyes.

Suddenly, you stand up. His dick slipping easily from your cunt. You don’t miss the clear disappointment in his face once you did, but you ignore it. Only kneeling next to him on the couch. Choso doesn’t speak, doesn’t protest. Something you’re shocked about considering how he’s always acted towards you - defiant. You stroke his face with a finger, trailing it down, making sure to feel every bump and curve on his toned body. You feel him tense under the touch of your singular finger with each movement it takes closer to his crotch.

“If I knew you were like this” you lean closer to his ear, finger now circling his tip. You hear his breath hitch. “I wouldn’t have wasted my time with all those other guys would I?” Now you had your whole hand wrapped around his swollen cock, giving him slow and light strokes, and with each…Your smile only grew wider to see him rosy and writhing under your fingers. “And if you confessed your little crush sooner…” you grip tightens around his cock, the action causing him to jump.

It was certainly a sight to see, his susceptible state under all that cold and cool demeanour he’d always been giving you. And you love it, so much so that a slip of a whimper from him was enough to have you flooding. The sight of the ecstasy your hand was giving him presented for you on his face, it filled your heart with joy. And soon you found your lips encompassing his nipple. Choso gasps at the sensation of you sucking, licking and biting his pecs. How every time you’d switch from to another, the cold air blends with the wetness on his nipple. And that sent a shock straight to his dick,

“[name]” his voice a higher pitched as he moaned. Your ears perked at the sound, never growing tired from the melody coming from your work.

“Hmm?” You hand rests against his cheek, staring at him endearingly with a slight grin. You noticed how his eyes begged, laced with lust and longing. “You wanna cum?” You rub your thumb across his cheek. With a nod from him you stop your stimulation of his dick, refusing him of what he had just begged for. Before he could utter a word of disapproval you lips press against him, once again taking him into a world where he melts at the the taste of your lips and scent overpowering his senses.

You legs go over his thighs, residing to your previous position. But your cunt had his stuffed inbetween your lips. Denying him access to your entrance.

Moving your hips, you rub your pussy against his length. Your kiss now turning into a moaning mess as you relish in the tease you were giving him. Both of you moaning and groaning into each others mouths as you work together to create friction, Choso’s hips moving with eagerness trying to reach his high. It doesn’t take long for you to grow sick of your own torment. Pushing Choso inside of you with ease as you stare into his eyes. The pure embarrassment in his face as your eyes didn’t waver from his made your heart swell.

“Ah…ff…fuck” your hand was now wrapped around his neck, gripping his hair as you rhythmically rode his cock.

“So…good.” You huff out, you lean back, once again cupping his face in your hands “you feel so good Ch-choso~~” your eyes roll when his tip hits a sensitive spot, the sound of you gaining pleasure from Choso himself did something to him. You could feel a twitch within you. His hands wrap tighter around you, you hear him mumble but your moans wash it out. You legs grow tired and Choso doesn’t fail to notice. Immediately taking control and fucking into you. Your eyes widen when he does, his dick now pushing against your sensitive spot harder than before.

“Mmmf…choso…” you whimper, pushing his face into your breasts. Whilst he takes the chance to bite your soft boobs, fucking the both of you closer to your high.

You were both warm and in a world of your own. Holding each other as you had sex on your couch. As your impure vocals filled the air of your apartment, the soppy noises coming from both of your sex’s.

“Ah…fuck…I’m gonna cum…gonna cu…” your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your body reach its limit. You let out a moan louder than you ever did, back arching as Choso continues hip movement, desperately reaching his high and pumping you full of his cum.

“Does this count as a confession?” Your best friend speaks up after a moment of you both catching a breath.

“I still wanna hear you say it” you counter, gaining a roll of eyes from him.

“Fuck off”

[nescence]

Melancholy Affection

Gojo Satoru X Fem!Reader

Summery ↓

The Strongest comes to you for company

Warnings: Angst, one-sided, no proper smut.

You enjoyed your time alone in the apartment, the rain falling outside heavy. Each drop that hits hard on the concrete floor representing the problems of the outside world, a reminder of the disturbances you've had up until this moment. The world of sorcerers and curses isn't meant for everybody. That life only results pain and suffering, a life that's hard to get out of. But even with the regrets you carry in your heart. You're glad you left it all behind, glad you were one of those lucky enough to be exiled, because not many can leave at will. Those with weight sat on their shoulders those who're seen as the pillar of that society.

But for now, in this moment, you drown in your peace. Something that hasn't been a luxury to you even after your exiling from being a sorcerer. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth, the sounds of raindrops - nothing disturbing you.

Nothing until you felt it.

Your eyes slowly bat open, from a aura as strong and suffocating as that you knew who it was automatically. And yet your heart still skips a beat.

As if you were a magnet, disturbance comes to your door step. And to make matters worse, it's one you can't turn away so easily.

Opening the door, you're met with Gojo. The man who remains the main pillar of the society you managed to be set free from, the one who can't escape his responsibilities. And one of your very few regrets.

"Thought i was dead to you" you deadpan, not bothering to greet him. Both of you shared the same expression: emotionless and cold. you thought anyway. With those bandages on who could tell what he's feeling? But his demeanor neither felt confident or the opposite. He doesn't answer, instead taking a step forward. You frown about to speak but as his arms wrap around you, your eyes widen, his sudden hug taking all the words out of your vocabulary. You stood there shocked, his head rests on your shoulder. Still no words coming from him.

"Gojo-- what--" You attempt to push him of you, but he simply tightens his hold around you. You were ready to curse him, kick him out and give him all the hurt you have built up but...

"Please" He mumbles, and you're put into shock. Never have you heard Gojo Satoru beg so vulnerably in your entire time knowing him. No words are said, you remain in silence allowing him to hold you. The rain being the only filler between you both. After a while he finally lets you go, as he pulls away you could tell his eyes were on you despite the bandages. "You can stay" you beat him to his question, he wouldn’t here just to give you a hug and leave. No. that's not Gojo, no matter how weird he can be. Him being this vulnerable with you wasn't out of nowhere. Something's happened but he has to be the one to tell you.

It doesn't take time for him to get comfortable, both of you sat on the couch. Watching the show silently.

"Come back" Breaking the comfortable silence, Gojo turns to you. his words catch you off guard, you only scoff. "And what? get executed?" You jest, eyes returning to the show. "No, they won't touch you. I won't let them" He spoke seriously, still looking you whilst you raise your brows trying to brush his words off as a joke.

"I'm not coming back Gojo"

"Why..."

"Because i don't want to babysit your students" you turn to him after cutting him off. Clearly wanting to avoid that subject. Was that what he was here for?

"Why're you calling me that?" his question throws you off guard, your smile lowering. "Because...we’re strangers aren’t we?” You use his words right back at him, Gojo sighs. Now realising how much he hurt you that day. About to speak again, Gojo cuts you off in the most rudest but nicest way possible. Your body reacts immediately, lips melting into his, no thought crosses your mind. Nothing to think about. You simply enjoy the nostalgic feel of his lips against yours, the softness and warmth taking you back to a comforting time. Times when you’d find yourself in his arms, times where you’d both find each other in the dark. All that excitement, warmth and comfort coming back to you. A simple kiss already giving you such memories. “Do strangers do this?” He mumbles, forehead resting against yours with a gentle smile on his face. You take a second to reply, wanting so bad to take off his blindfold - to see what he’s thinking through the infinite colour of his eyes.

“No Satoru” Your reply makes him smile wider, his lips returning to their place on yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, the kiss becoming deeper by each passing second. It doesn’t take long for his shirt to come off, revealing his toned body. Something you haven’t seen in what felt like years. Yours is off right after, his delicate kisses now on your exposed skin. His touch and kisses make your heard warm. Something filled with passion and love….

Meant for someone else.

The words from him fill your mind. The state he came to you in. All of a sudden the warmth you felt from the nostalgia to the butterflies in your stomach. Gone. Now your mind was flooded with thoughts and questions. What’s wrong? He ended this relationship ages ago. Why? Because he didn’t want to hurt you further, but what he’s doing. Kissing you as if nothing happened.

“Satoru” you call his name, hearing a hum in response. Placing your hands on his cheek you bring him to face you. “What’s wrong?”.

You could tell there was shift in his energy by the question you asked, the same silence from when he was at your door engulfs you both. Removing your hands, Gojo goes back to kissing you as if you never said anything. As if nothing happened. You watch him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Stop” you demanded, and he did. His weight comes off you, now his back remains facing you.

“What’s wrong?” You notice the concerning shift in demeanour. The confidence in Gojo’s entire aura and body gone. “Tell me Satoru, please” you plead, concern in your remains growing by the second. Only for it to spike by his voice.

“Nothing”

There’s a silence before he suddenly stands up, back still turned. Before you could ask him where he’s going Gojo picks up his shirt.

No. He’s not leaving like this.

You follow his action, also getting up. You quickly overtake him. When faced with him, your thumbs immediately caress the wet patches on his bandages. Your hands slowly go to the back of his head, carefully unwrapping the bandages from his face. Your heart nearly breaks seeing the eyes of the man you’ve always seen so confident and happy. Broken. His eyes that once reminded you of the beautiful tropical seas, now looking like that of a neglected lake. His eyes blushed red, tears still running as you stared at him with such care and concern.

“I killed him” he says, voice cracking. “He’s dead [name]…Suguru…” your heart drops at the mention of the name. Suguru….

Ah yes…why else would he be here? Why else would he be in such a condition?. Getou Suguru…His one and only. Dead. The one that had him weirdly pouring his love filled kisses onto you. As you said…kisses meant for someone else. Gojo’s hand run through his hair, his body slowly collapsing onto the floor.

“I killed him. It was my fault” his voice now filled with the heartbreak and sadness he’s had built up for years. Tears no longer held back as he broke down at your feet. Someone as strong as Gojo, at your feet weak with emotion. You stare ahead, heart clenching and eyes welling up with tears. Now you know why he said all those things to you. He wanted to hurt you enough so you don’t feel for him. Wanted to ends things before your love for him got any deeper than it was. But like a fool you stayed loving him. You steep down to his level, hand wrapping around him. Your face rests on his back, hand gently patting him. Leaving him to let it out, let out the tears and guilt that his love for another wasn’t enough to protect him.

“I’m useless, all this power and I—” he chokes out, the frailness of his voice breaking you. A completely different person from the one you knew.

“Shhh” you place a kiss on his skin, a kiss that was actually meant for him. Your tears now streamed down your face just like his was. Why were you crying? Because the man you loved will never love you at the same level as someone else? Or because it pained you seeing him in this condition. The kisses that he left on you from before now only became blisters. “It’s ok Toru” your gently voice, delicate embrace and fragile kisses. All three calming him down, all three showing him the affection you have for him. Affection he’s taking advantage of.

“I just want things to go back to normal [name]” he mumbles. Your squeeze your eyes shut. Now that makes sense.

“Come back”

“Do strangers do this?”

You’re a fool, thinking he missed you. Thinking he genuinely wanted you back. An idiot.

“That’s why you came here? To make things normal?” you ask him, still patting and rubbing his back. The silence makes your heart skip a beat. It’ll hurt. His answer.

“Yeah” he says, “I wanted it to feel like nothings happened” he adds on as if to put salt in your wound. Bastard. A cruel fucking bastard he is. But what can he do? Who else can he go to?. Suguru’s dead.

“That’s mean” your voice breaks, your heart wants to say more. Curse him. Tell him he’s a dick for coming to you in this condition to cry about someone else, coming to you only to disturb your peace and quiet. To reopen wounds and memories you buried deep in yourself. And it took him simply showing up at your door.

Fuck you.

You fought against those two words, restricting them from coming out. You were hurt but he was wounded. And it’s probably a wound that’ll never heal. So just for tonight. Just for tonight you’ll swallow your emotions and give him the affection you’ve been wanting to give him, the love you’ve been longing to show him. Just this one night.

And Gojo knew, he knows how cruel it is to use you in this way. To stab you like this after already hurting you before. He knows. And yet when he had no one else your face appeared, the memories you shared came rushing to him in his moment of despair and loneliness. Even if he couldn��t share the feeling he shared the memories, cherished them. But he can’t say that out loud, he can’t confuse you more than he already has. His remains filled with thoughts, regrets and feelings of guilt. The least he could do was protect you, protect you like he couldn’t protect his best friend. That was enough wasn’t it?. That was enough to show he does care for you in a way.

Both of you marinate in a silence you couldn’t describe. As if back to normal, you remain in each other’s company. His head now rests on your lap, your fingers stroking his hair. Nothing is said. Nothing apart from the random “I’m sorry” from Gojo, your hands halt before returning to stroking his hair. “It’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” You say, a sad chuckle coming from him.

“It still needed to be said. I’m sorry [name] I mean it” he says again. Sorry was barely anything at this point. “Shh” you say gently “Sleep, I’ll go back with you if you do”.

“Really?” He asks, the shock evident in his voice. “Yeah” you confirm. “That’s good. I missed you”

Liar.

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hey friend! you mispelled geto's name in your fic! it's 'suguru' :)

Idk how I’m seein this just now but thanks sm that’s so embarrassing 😭

[nescence]

Patience

Nanami kento x Fem!Reader

Summary↓

Nanami has always been that intimidating coworker, always staring you down and getting the job done. Even if you’re both married…he knows when to keep things professional. Until you start pressing.

Warnings:workplace sex, oral (f receiving), praise, spanking.

“[name] I’m working another time” Nanami speaks, voice tired and yet he remains adamant about work. You could only roll your eyes, refusing to get off his lap. He wouldn’t push you off. He certainly wouldn’t. But he’d simply place his hand on your hips, looking over your shoulder as he types away. Your eyes would be droopy, slowly closing as you hugged him, and he never lets you go. Letting you fall asleep in his arms as he works this isn’t the first time this had happened: You urging him to bed, sitting on his lap in an attempt to get his mind off work, wrapping your arms around his neck resting your head on him and caressing him. It’s like a daily routine for him, something he silently enjoys. You never knew it but it relaxes him.

Work is one of the main issues with Nanami. He hates it yet he’s overworking himself everyday. Unlike you, he’s a workaholic. He’s willing to stay behind; do work that’s expected to be in a month later, or fill in for others when they’re too lazy. But you. You’re someone he’d always look up to - that’s how he came to love you. The pure contrast in your attitudes, the way you knew your boundaries, having no care whether you’d lose your job due to your rejection for offer of “can you fill in for me”. Your attitude is shocking, at first he hated it, but soon he grew to love it. Ever since he’s been with you he’s been working less that he will normally.

If not for your attitude, your personality. You wouldn’t have been kicked out of your other job to be working here. With him.

He’d always think about how grateful he is, as if it’s fate. But recently that thought has only been pushed to the back of his mind by your recent behaviour. And by each day it’s only irritating him.

Your shameless flirting, suggestive comments and whatever you call jokes in front of your coworkers couldn’t piss him off more. Those words that role off your tongue with no hesitation or filter. As if you don’t think before you speak. His dismissive behaviour clearly fuels it more. Since all he could see when he’d shut you down or dismiss you was a cunning smirk on your face, that light in your eyes that show how you’re enjoying the anger you’re gaining off him. Your flirty and lustful glances, sultry expressions and wandering eyes he’d spot from across the room. The pure unprofessionalism oozes out of you had him agitated to a different level, teasing him with behaviours he’s always hated. That office romance he never liked, he hated the idea of couples in a workplace. Hence why he’s always strict with you at work. But now? Now all he could do is avoid you. Avoid you as a way to ignore your antics and behaviour, but not with what he saw recently. Not with how he watched you come into work wearing that one skirt, that one skirt he always adored on you. That skirt that was tight on your curves and revealed the bends of your ass, the skirt that’ll reveal a small amount of skin If you bent over even by an inch. You’d catch him staring— No, glaring at you. Eyes boring into your soul and filled with such anger, irritation and repressed lust. You love it. Watching him question you, nearly call you by your first name anytime you got on his nerves. Noticing how he’d act when you didn’t act like usual - sitting on his lap as he works -.

Everything was pissing him off.

You defying: the rules, your work relationship, the dress code and him…

Seeing you bend over, those red lace panties peaking from your skirt, it simply riled him up even more.

“What’d you need? You ask him, a straight face as you did. He glances at you before looking back at the screen of his computer.

“I need you to grab some extra paper for me. Printer ran out…please” he says, poker face as he types god knows what onto the computer. You hum, watching as his eyes pierced the screen, his whole focus and attention on his work. Something you loved and hated, the fact that he’d give his work more attention than you.

Yes. It’s selfish, it’s childish. But fucking hell, whenever you’re in the mood, whenever you simply want to be cuddled, or spoken to. He’s always working. You’re the type of woman that’s wants attention, from her man. Nanami knows that, he should expect that. And yet…

“You sure that’s all you need” you say, the hint in your voice as you spoke. But that doesn’t faze him. You frown. Leaning again the table and resting a leg up. Your skirt was already short, now sitting him a position like this. Facing him. He had a view, a clear one at that. But he had to resist. No matter how much you pressed him.

“Mhm” he dismisses, eyes glued onto his computer. You curse in your head forgetting how much self control your husband had. And how irritating that was.

“Fine then I’ll be right back” you roll your eyes, getting off the table and turning a heel. Nanami watching you strut away, gaze wandering to your ass, watching how it moves as you walk. He quickly corrects himself, forcing his eyes back to the work he has due. But within seconds he finds it hard to focus, the image of you walking away still present in his mind.

Whilst you searched the storage for paper, you hear the door open. Assuming it was just another worker you continued, ignoring the presence of the stranger as you searched. "[name]" you frown at the voice, what's he doing here?. turning, you're confronted with Nanami. His build towers over you, the lighting of the room making him seem intimidating. catching you off guard, he goes in for a kiss. strong arms snaking onto your waist and pushing you against the shelves. one hand goes to the back of your neck. your eyes, shocked, become hooded. Closing slowly as you melted into the kiss. You could feel the intensity radiating off your husband and into the kiss, being in Nanami's arms as he kissed you in this way always had your heart beating. such affection and love poured into a singular kiss was enough to make your brain melt.

"Nanami..." you let out in a low murmur, his name coming off your tongue delicately. But he refuses to let you continue, caressing your face, keeping eye contact. When you stare back into his eyes, you could see so many words. things that weren't even enough to describe how much he cherished and missed your embrace. And how he didn't cherish it enough.

"it's my fault" he utters, placing a kiss onto your cheek. you couldn't question him before he trails off "its my fault you're acting this way" you jump at the kiss placed onto you neck. "I've miss you..." he places another vulnerable kiss onto you're exposed skin "so much, my love". his kisses trail lower and lower, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal more of your cleavage. He kisses "i'm sorry" he mumbles against your skin, going lower. "From the very first day" he kisses, "i said i’d shower you with affection" he kisses you again, his fingers that follow along with them send shivers down your spine. you felt as though he had hands all over your body. you simply listen to his words, butterflies filling your stomach with each syllable that leaves his mouth. "Treat you as a Queen, a jewel" he looks up at you, now on his knees with his hands gently holding your thigh. he kisses you, this time with eyes boring into yours. "Let me make it right" he maneuvers your leg over his shoulder. Your breaths now slow, watching him lift your skirt to see your cunt, clothed. but you're sure he could tell how wet you were from the patch that was probably there.

"Nanami, t-the door" your voice barely came out, as if holding it in to not make to much noise. But he ignores your words, pressing your clit through the laced material.

“It’s locked” the calm tone in his voice was enough to have a peace of mind, but the thumb pressed against your clit had you already feeling needy. “So relax and let and let me spoil you”.

You close your eyes feeling him move your panties to the side, his thumb glides through your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them all over your pussy. You shut your eyes, ready for whatever he plans to do, stomach churning out of excitement and nervousness. This is what you wanted. But here? At work?. What if someone walks in, or knocks. You dread opening your eyes to see a shadow at the door. A colleague who hears everything, or figures out what’s going on. The embarrassment that would come with that—-

You gasp, hand going to grip his hair. His tongue was now flicking your clit, savouring your taste and working your bud to sensitivity. All your thoughts coming to a halt, your mind melting, not because of a kiss but because of Nanami eating you effortlessly. His tongue switches from your clit to being deep in your cunt licking and tasting your walls before coming out to return to its advance on your clit. Your breathing get heavier, your attempt to mask your moans and keep them at a low volume being one of the reasons. The tension in you being the other. Nanami’s attention now remains on your inside, licking, sucking and spreading his saliva onto your walls. You forgot how long his tongue was, how it could reach places you didn’t think one could reach. His nose presses against your clit, giving it the perfect amount of friction and pressure. Accidentally, a louder moan leaves your lips. “Na—mi I’m close, f..fuck” your hips grind against his face as if out of your control. With your warning your husband now abuses your clit with his finger, tongue still deep inside you. Writhing second you came, juicing his face with your sweetness as he would say.

You huff, catching your breath and recovering from your climax. Nanami gets up from his knees and as he did you offer to return the favour.

“Babe let me—” he stops your hand reaching for his belt, turning you around and bending you over. “If you want to return the favour then let me feel you” you hear shuffling and a light cling from his belt. You wait patiently for him, your hole aching for feel of his dick. Something you haven’t felt in a while. You feel a kiss on your collarbone “I want you to come for me love, forget everything and cum on my dick” he whispers, deep voice making your face burn and stomach churn. You feel him: bare and hard against your ass. Then warm and throbbing inside you, your body rocks back and forth with his hands firm on your waist, his pace steady and slow at first but soon his desires kick in. His longing and resistance coming undone right there as he fucks into you, passion driving his thrusts. His eyes fixate on the way your ass ripples with every hit he made onto your skin. His hair wasn’t the neat look he had this morning, it was a mess. Strands hanging above his eyes. Your eyes were squeezed shut, hand clasped over your mouth in attempt to reserve your moans. Your whole body was burning with pleasure, built up lust from the last weeks. Your grip on the shelves tighten, Nanami growing irritated by the muffles coming from you. He wants to hear you whole.

You let out a high pitched scream at the sudden sharp pain against your ass. “I want to hear you” he says softly but it was clearly a demand, a demand you couldn’t listen to. You shake your head only to receive another slap to the ass.

“[name]” he warns, and you let your hand fall, your moans now clear and crisp for his ears to hear. His mouth goes agape, a hiss coming from him feeling your cunt squeeze around his pulsating cock. Slightly, he opens his eyes. Watching you take him beautifully, your skin move beautifully because of his momentum. Another smack lands in your ass, followed with a sexy moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful” he huffs, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of your pleasurable moaning, sex, and juices mixing. Your whole looks was now disheveled, sweat patches on your shirt, liquid on the floor. The mess you both made won’t be easy to cover up. But you’re too melted to care, to melted to even remember the fact that your husband was fucking you in a storage room. At work.

Your hands grow tired, noticing, he speeds up. Chasing both yours and his high. Sweet nothing pour out of his mouth. ‘My queen’, ‘Jewel’ and ‘Love’. Anything to show his love and affection for you. Your brain is turned into mush as you came, Nanami following along soon after. Both of you huff and puff, regaining composure. Although, your legs remained shaking and weak. Which Nanami didn’t hesitate to assist you to a table nearby. You both stare at each other a smile on your face now knowing that the tension between you both is over.

But now you’ll have to figure out how to explain the mess which both of you are right now to your coworkers.

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Caught

Toji fushiguro x Reader

Summary ↓

You get caught in the club by your father’s best friend. Which leads to a whole new relationship.

Total words: 3.1K

Warnings: Rough Sex, degrading words?, age gap (23 & 40)

Might be more chapters to come

Work stresses you out. That something you have hammering at the back of your mind every morning, the pure annoyance of having to leave the warmth of your bed early in the morning to arrive at such a soul-sucking energy-deprived place. Stresses you out. Your big-mouthed all-talk boss. Stresses you out. Your coworkers. Piss. You. Off.

Everything stresses you out. Even family. You can’t stand your father and his nagging, a man who's barely there for you or your mother and yet has so much to say about what you do with your life. A man who, you’re convinced, has dark secrets and things he does lowkey. And every time you see his call, it’s another rant of bullshit. Shit, you can’t stand and end up ending the call midway.

But if you’re stressed you always need a stress reliever right?

That’s where your second job comes in. The fun job, the adrenaline rush you need along with the money. And access to the richest and sometimes the finest of men.

Here you are dressed in your favourite costume, the one that glimmers underneath the changing colours of the club making you look like a star amongst all these people as you spin around the pole with control and elegance. Showing off your curves, yourself as a whole at the hungry men in the crowd throwing endless notes towards you. Your eyes scan the crowd, and yet you don’t lock eyes with any. Simply looking for which to drain dry of their money; seeing regulars which you got bored of. Your hips roll in a way that catches one in a trance, a smile showing off your teeth, your hair flawless, makeup flawless. The flow of confidence in your veins, the boost of an ego you were getting from the compliments and pathetic behaviour from the crowd. Your heart swelled with excitement, a rush going straight to your brain from it.

Then there it is, that second that made the satisfaction die down, that made your smile drop and movement slow. The moment you locked eyes with a set of dark blues.

Shit.

The one word simply repeated in your head as you continued with your routine like nothing happened like he wasn’t watching you like a hawk eyeing its prey.

What's he doing here?

Every time you look back, there he was. And each time you feel chills run down your spine as every eye contact is confirmation that it is him. That lip scar was recognisable from a mile away.

You hear cheers, whistles, and notes flying your way. But you didn’t care for that, not right now. Not today. You cared about the man across the club staring you down, a smirk on his face as he pulled out his phone. Fuck. Your eyes widen as you come to the end of your routine, noticing how he suddenly stands up and makes his way out the back - giving you a glance whilst saying unreadable words from the distance you’re at. Fuck fuck fuck.

You felt a terrible sense at the pit of your stomach, that churn as you came to the final moves of your routine, your body on autopilot since all you could do was worry. What if he tells your father? Or worse, your father tells your mother? You’re fucked, either way, you think it ends in disaster and humiliation. You don’t waste time coming off the stage, normally you’d give a cute little act at the end but how important was that compared to this? You don’t bother to change, you bother to even look behind, your eyes are focused on that back door, that door he went through.

You rush through the door, leading to a narrow alleyway - dark but illuminated by the lights coming from the club.

“Fuck where is he” whispering to yourself, you look around, walking right and towards the street.

“He’s right here” His voice was low but the vibration from it simply made you jump, spinning around you meet his eyes, this time complimented with some splats of blood. You stare at him in silence. Where did that blood come from? This was your first thought, your second…well…when was he ever this tall? He towers over you effortlessly, the look he gives you is more intimidating than before. Now that you're face-to-face with him. It was darker, more sinister.

“What? You mute?” He frowns, making you snap out of the trance you were in.

“I uh…you saw me” you hesitate, not knowing how to ask him to keep his mouth shut and pretend he never saw you in the first place. His frown simply turned into a look of judgement “So what?” He asks but beats you to the answer, that smirk from before making a comeback.

“You want me to keep my mouth shut?”

His question simply makes your eyes light up, that glimmer of hope that he’s nice enough to understand your situation, understand how fucked you are if word gets out. But all that hope is crushed the moment he simply scoffs and turns away, no words, no nothing.

“No please” you call out, but he simply continues walking.

“Go back and give them a show. They were enjoying that” his sly comment irritates you but you have to ignore it. You were desperate, on edge, fucking panicking.

“Please Toji”

He stops, you are confused by that sudden stop but soon your brows rise in realisation. Your voice, the whine in your voice. A bulb lights up on top of your head at a random idea.

Seduce him.

“Toji? Please. Hmm?” You exaggerate your tone, adding a sensual undertone to it as you take cautious steps towards him, once you are a step away from him you find yourself being pulled towards him by the back of your neck a yelp escapes your mouth, and your face inches away from him. A cold metal rests below your chin, a click is heard and it doesn’t take you long to notice it was a gun.

“Seducing me won’t work, doll. I’m not one of your dogs in the club” he speaks through gritted teeth, eyes wandering from your eyes to your chest - nearly bare - and as if one with him, the gun follows his eyes, moving down your body to your stomach. The cold feeling of the metal clashing with the warmth of your body, as he pressed it onto you. Why’s this?…

“Even if you’re looking like this in front of me” he comments, taking a second staring at your body before looking back into your eyes. You grin.

“You know that’s what all those men say before coming to strip clubs to become my regular dogs” you whisper, a finger going up to his face to wipe a drop of blood underneath his eyes.

“And become my banks” You trace the structure of his face, keeping eyes on him as you lean in. Why’s this so fucking hot?. He kisses his teeth, pushing you to the wall with force.

“You’re pissing me off”

“And you’re turning me on” you snap back, snaking your hand to the one he has with a gun to you. Pushing it down so you could close the little distance between you both.

The way his hair falls above his eyes, the perfect aura radiating off him. That natural intimidation he emits, the way he has a rich grip on you, not letting you go. He smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, the red flags were all over him from the moment your father introduced him as his friend. But why does that matter now? It wouldn’t be a crime to seduce your father's best friend, would it?

You both stare each other down, neither moving before Toji finally lets out a small chuckle.

“Fuck…” he curses, glancing away and creating distance between you. You frown, now confused. You thought you had him. “You’re one shameless girl. Seducing your dad’s friend?” He ridicules you, now putting you in the spot you were previously.

“I was willing to shut up before you came to bother me but after that….” Your eyes widen, what? He’s gonna snitch? In that second you could feel the hairs on your skin rise and your heart drop down to your feet - dreading his next words. “I’ll keep my mouth shut for a price” he states, and you wait for him to name the damn price but he remains silent.

“What?”

“You. For this to stay between us” he points at you and him, you smile in disbelief at what you’re hearing.

“Me? Do I look like- how could you—” The moment your voice raises he stops you.

“What happened to the begging bitch you were earlier?… Calling my name out like that.” A smirk forms on his face, licking his lips and eyeing you up and down. You stare at him in disbelief, but you know he was right and you know what you expected to happen just then. And you curse yourself for it.

You were just thinking bout him fucking your brains out right here. In this alleyway. What were you thinking?

“Yes or no? I won’t force you” he adds mockingly, knowing that you practically have no choice in the matter. Your glare was enough of an answer for him, he nodded, and you could feel the accomplishment oozing off of him as he turned his heels to walk away.

“I’ll text you,” he says before disappearing into the darkness of the alley.

•••

Two weeks passed. Two weeks of nervousness, two weeks of unsettling silence. Silence from him. You haven’t had a call from him or some type of communication. Every time you’d think what if he snitched? But the calls from your mother tell you something different, giving you the calm you need.

All you had to do was trust that he hadn't said anything.

But throughout those two weeks, you’ve been waiting for his text.

‘I’ll text you’

Those three words all echoed in your mind, as you waited expecting his call. And deep inside, suppressed in you. You want him to call you. You want him to text you.

That night has left you with scenarios in your head, outcomes in your mind and your body wanting more than that. You could fuck anyone else but you want him. The pure vibe he gives - that dangerous energy, that smirk and that scar. He's not good. But his body is, certainly. Built like he was sculpted by an artist, his shirt looked tight on him, so tight you could see the dents and curves of his muscles. A man like that was no good. As handsome as he is, he was obviously a womaniser. And a criminal.

But that’s what excites you. The danger of it all; the risks.

But you could never admit that out loud, no matter how hot and bothered you are.

No matter how caught off guard you are, tired you are or fucked out…

“F-fuck Toji—” you try your best to bite back the moan threatening to leave your mouth, with one hand over your mouth and the other against the door to support you as Toji reaches deeper into your pussy with each hard thrust, the power constantly pushes you towards the door - making rhythmic groans come from you with each impact he gives that makes your ass recoil. You could feel your legs shaking, about to clamp shut at everything you were feeling altogether, his dick scratching your sweet spots, consistently hitting your g spot. That sweet and mixed feeling of pleasure all at the pit of your stomach - all caused by him. Overwhelmed is how you feel. Overwhelmed and yet happy, yet in the clouds and not complaining about the fact that he just showed up at your front door, welcomed himself in and decided to have his way with you. Your mouth is wide open, expression lewd and as if contorted with pain but instead pleasure.

“Ah- ah-…To…” you gave up, you gave up in remaining quiet - your hand had gone limp ages ago. Leaving the security it had against your mouth and now holding the arms that were keeping your body up.

Toji had you in his hold, hands on both sides of your body, squeezing you and keeping you in pace as he thrusts into you as he pleases, wet sounds from your pussy turning him on more than he wanted to be, the way his dick was drenched in your juices, the sounds coming from the skin to skin contact.

You could hear his deep breathing from behind you, the way your walls clenched around his dick - as if you were fucking made for him. You took him in so easily, so obediently, and now here he is unable to stop fucking you, yet wanting to see what type of expression you have. What type of expression did you have while those dirty moans and gasps were leaving your cords?

“Fucking hell you’re taking me good…” he speaks through gritted teeth, watching as his dick disappears into you each time, slips in with ease each time. Even slowing his pace just to see “I know you’ve been waiting for this” he teases, waiting for your reply.

“You wish” you could barely answer, your eyes droopy and body growing tired. He lets out an amused hum at your snarky reply going at a slow pace which was irritating you.

“Toji—” Your eyes shoot wide, your mouth drops open and a shriek of pleasure comes from you. Your legs cross as a response to the sudden new feeling, and not giving you time to adjust he starts drilling into you with the previous speed. Now adding on top of it, your moans at this point have become loud, so loud you try to compress it but it switches between your suppressed sounds of pleasure to audible ones. It feels so good. Too good. Experiencing such pleasure amplified by the manipulation of your clit.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to keep fucking you till you admit it” and with those words he increases his speed, not only thrusting but also on your clit - rubbing it whilst fucking you. What type of fucking man is this? Who can do this? You feel your limit coming, and at this point, your body wasn’t even keeping itself up anymore - it was all him, all you could do was involuntarily let out the dirtiest of sounds, showing him a side to you no one has ever got the luxury to see.

And will be the last time anyone will.

But here you are a week later, having an intense make-out session with him. Your fingers hold his black strands as you push yourself deeper in the kiss, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling his body closer to yours; feeling the throbbing bulge in against your shorts causing your cunt to beat, making you more desperate.

Your hips move on their own, grinding against him as you kiss. You hum feeling the tiny bit of satisfaction from the friction, Toji stops kissing you - he looks at you, a predatory expression on his face before he moves back and yanks your shorts, along with your underwear, off within a second before his own follow along. His hands go to your legs, pulling you into him; positioning his dick to rest on your cunt. He admires as he pushes through your folds, gathering all your wetness, your slick. The warmth of his dick compared to the cold air around you makes you all hot - you roll your hips to get more friction, liking how smoothly his cock glides through your pussy with ease.

“Fu… put it in…” you speak quietly and in frustration. He heard. And normally he’d tease it out of you, but he can’t be bothered today. He's too fucking horny to even think.

He obliges, positioning his tip at your entrance. Both of you watch as you take him and as he enters you. Very…slowly… your eyes close as you feel him enter you, shaping you just for himself; eyes closing, you bite your lips tilting your head back once he’s fully in. His one hand rests on the back of your thigh whilst slowly. And carefully pushing in and out.

You take deep heavy breaths, humming pleasantly, enjoying the temporary slowness in his thrusts. You both listen as your hums and his groans become quicker and significantly louder the faster his pace becomes. Now your expression transitions from calm to lewd, your brows curved up and mouth agape as he slaps into your cunt. Eyes switch from closed to open, each time you glance to see the amazing sight of him disappearing into you. He's so good, too good. Each time he hits a sweet spot your moans become sweeter to his ears, dirtier and whiny - the way your voice becomes jagged because of the speed of his thrusts.

“Yes, yes yes, ah~” you chant words, none enough to express how good you were feeling at the moment. You felt tingles everywhere around your body, your stomach filled with butterflies.

“Shit” he groans, his eyes glued into your body. The melody from your moans and soft gasps, the way your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of him. He loves the fact that he makes you feel this way - seeing such an expression from the daughter of his friend, it was dirty but so fucking hot. Knowing a woman like you had such a side, knowing that all this while he’s been eyeing you from a distance you had such a nice cunt, a nice body he could dream and fuck himself to all day. The way you welcome his cock into your pussy, clenching round him as if not to let him go, the bulge showing through your stomach was his favourite. And how you react…he loves it. He thrives from it. Seeing you writhe and lose control as he’s thrusting into you with such speed and power, hitting your G Spot with the right amount of energy - sending you into a spiral of ecstasy.

You felt dirty, but ecstatic. Here you are fucking your father's friend on your couch. Letting him use you anytime he comes over - your body practically used to his dick and always wanting more. Your shameless moaning and gasping. The sounds of sex fill the room as both of you go at it.

His thrust turns heavier and harder, and both of you are close to cumming. You blabber a bunch of words feeling a knot form in your stomach, mainly spitting out ‘yes’ and curses. Once again your hand goes to hold his arm for support, digging in with your nails - head tilting back and back arching you finally come to a release, Toji pulling out and letting him come onto your stomach. Both of you take heavy breaths, your eyes staring at the ceiling as you let the orgasm pass. The session ended,again, with both satisfied.

[nescence]

I honestly could read as many parts to party monster as you make!!!! Everything you write is amazing! Any plans for another fic (party monster or not) in the future? Also I wanted to ask how you were doing and how life was? We have missed you!

Thank youuuuuuu!!!!! 😭🤭

I might make fanfics for other characters tbh, but I’ll still make Rafe ones and I’ve been good I’ve just been lazy to write and stuff but I’ll try be more dedicated now 🤞🏾

[nescence]

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