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who is a fictional character u have a crush on but have literally never consumed the actual content of what they’re in

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𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬. ― 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ all smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, safe sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), jotaro jumpscare, petnames ( baby, lover boy, brat ), all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“D— damn—“ Josuke was pink in the cheeks, his sapphire gaze following the bouncing of your ass on his lap. up, down, grind, up, down, grind. he swore the rippling of your flesh was hypnotic; and he was sucked in. he wanted to reach out and grope the silken skin. he wanted to squeeze it, use two fistfuls of your cheeks as handles so he could buck his hips upwards and take control of the rhythm, but every time his hand fled to touch you, it was only to leave a loud smack against one globe. each spank granted a sultry moan from your lips, and he was addicted to that sound. it made him lightheaded.

“You take… take it so well…”

you want to laugh at that; how in awe he seems, but all that you can manage is a partial giggle-moan cocktail, and you wiggle your ass against him, “I’m well trained,” you purr, before adding, “thank your nephew.” you knew that would get under his skin. Josuke wanted you, and that much was obvious, but he was fiercely loyal to Jotaro, too, which left him in a moral dilemma. fuck his nephew’s girlfriend and satisfy the unbridled lust you brought out of him, or simply try to bottle it up until he just imploded. of course, he chose the former, and you were more than willing to oblige.

he didn’t say it, but you felt like he would rather cut out his tongue than thank Jotaro for your bedroom skills.

Josuke couldn’t help if he was flustered. he could only rest with his back against the headboard, legs outstretched, while you rode him. at first, you’d been sitting straight up, and he could hold on to your hips for dear life, but it seemed like the closer you got towards release, the closer to the mattress you hunkered, until one of your hands gripped his calf muscle, nipping at the sheet that smelled like him and holding it between your teeth, your torso rubbing into the bed between his thighs, and your jiggling ass was the most prominent display for him. “That feels fucking good…“ he rasped, tilting his head to watch the inches of his sensitive cock disappear when you descended. from this position, he could also watch your own fingers work between your bodies— rubbing your clitoris at a furious pace. part of him wished he could pull you back up to him, so he could hook his arm around your waist and fondle that sweet, little nerve bundle himself, but he couldn’t even think straight when you squeezed him just right. he could practically time it, when you sank all the way down and your hips oscillated, your walls frenzied, milking him until his eyes roll, and he tilts his head back against the headboard. “More,” he demanded, thoughtless, “more.”

at first, he’d been all ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’, but you could tell now that your pussy spoiled him. you simper, breathlessly, at such a fact. manners be damned, the boy was starving. and you were feeding him.

“You’re so hard, baby. I can, mmnn, feel you in my guts!” you yowl, happily taking him as deep as you could manage, until you sit flush against his swollen balls, and then rock your hips upward, until the tip nearly slips free, only to slam back home again. “Fuck, Josuke!” it’s half a stammer, and your head turns ever so slightly, to catch a glimpse of him from under your midriff when you raise your ass. the angle isn’t the best, and you don’t want to hold it too long, lest you miss the feeling of his manhood filling you to the point of wanting to burst, but you just had to see how drunk he was on the pleasure— and you were not disappointed.

glistening diamonds of perspiration cling to his temple, and his face is tinted crimson, plush lower lip pushed out and trembling, with thick brows furrowed. one of his hands haplessly tries to hold a palm on your jiggling ass, but the other has given up, gripping the sheet under his thigh so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

“Gonna— cum, baby—?” you pant, and his fervent nod spurs an excited snap of your hips into a fierce pace, “Yeah?”

“Y—yeah,” he grunts, his fingertips digging into your ass cheek as he tries to ease the pressure building up, “I’m— fuck, I’m close—“ his breathing was too ragged for you to make out what he said next, something along the lines of wanting to give you his load, but the fractions you caught stirred deep in your belly.

your fingers pressed harder against your button, and you whimper in excitement, nearly drowned out by the echoing sound of skin slapping and bed creaking as you impaled yourself on his twitching cock over and over. “How are you gonna give it to me?” you tease, releasing the sheet from between your teeth with your eyelids fluttering happily. you would’ve been happy to let him fill you up, but the condom he wore sorely reminded you that wasn’t going to happen.

but Josuke was already switching positions with a husky, “All over your ass.”

using his palm against your butt, he urges you forward, much to your displeasure, so he can slip out from under you and balance on his knees. he was shaky, at best. his sex was much too sensitive and the gauntlet of pleasure you’d already put him through turned his legs to jelly, but he grips his tender cock at its base and moans, reluctantly retracting himself from your core.

you protest, pushing back as if to plead with him to put it back in, but he’s already tearing the prophylactic off of himself, chest heaving, smearing his reddened, bulbous cock head over the warm flesh of your ass. just in time for the whine to return to his moans and spurts of his release to paint your skin. “Please,” he muttered, half to himself. “Oh, sh— shit—“ your slick, first two fingers delve into your cunt to try and mimic the stretch he provided while you listened to him get off, but it wasn’t enough, and you wiggle your hips, calling his name quiet and desperate, which only spurred him to cum even harder. his essence is warm and sticky against your ass, and you can feel rebel streams dribbling along your spine and down your thighs.

moments later, he’s panting and still wracked with the aftershocks, but he only watches the needy pumping of your fingers for a single moment before both of his shaking hands grip your hips and drag you closer, so he can bury his face in your core. you hadn’t been expecting it, and you cry out, back arching, and allow him to nudge your hand away so he can stick his tongue inside instead. “J—Josuke!” you croon, gripping the sheets, now, as you rut back against his face, smearing your scent over every inch of his countenance. he must’ve felt guilty, you thought, that he came and you didn’t. or, maybe he just hadn’t gotten his fill of you yet. either way, you decided it didn’t matter. “Make me…” you mewl, arching your back, “make me cum, Josuke… Come on, lover boy…”

Josuke growls against your slick, a low rumbling that sends delicious vibrations through your core, and his velvety tongue worms between your netherlips, seeking upwards until he finds your swollen clit and laps at it, “Call me that again.” he groans, slurred, squeezing your thighs tight in both fists.

“You like that you’re my little lover boy?” you tease, jaw slightly slack, and you moan for him louder. “Please! Eat my pussy, lover boy! That’s it!” he slurps on you, just as needy for your undoing as you were, lips and tongue smacking at your clit as he moans, sitting back on his butt to pull your lower half up, knees balancing on his thighs, to find a more comfortable way to feast on you. “Your mouth feels so good, Josuke!” blindly, one of your hands finds his lap, and you wrap your fingers around his cock— and to your shock, he’s hard again. did he enjoy eating you out so much that he worked himself back up? or, had he never softened once he came?

Josuke lets out a strangled hiss, hips jutting forward to slide his length against your palm, fucking himself with your fist, but he tries to busy himself with the cunt in front of him, tongue working over your nub until you’re trembling, and then sliding back down to thrust the thick muscle into your quivering hole.

but you were in bliss; the familiar bubbling in your belly leaving you panting, rutting, chasing the high. “Cumming,” you whisper at first, toes curling, but he heard you, anyways, and reacted by reaching one arm around your waist, fingers finding your clit to rub back and forth, whilst his head bobbed, pumping his tongue in your canal. “Cumming!” you cry, much louder this time, as the sensation in your core boiled over and you unraveled.

you were too caught up in your own euphoria to even realize that he was thrusting himself into your hand at the same pace he gave your clit, and about the time you hit the peak and squealed his name, he came a second time, glazing your fingers and soaking a patch through the sheets.

“H—hah—“ it’s not a word, it’s an attempt to catch your breath when Josuke finally releases you and falls back against the pillows. for a moment, you’re frozen, too, resting your joints and muscles to see if they’ll allow you to move. once you were mildly confident, you circled around to crawl a few inches, collapsing against his heaving, sweat-sheened chest. you graze his nipple with your lips as you pepper open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of it, only now getting your breathing under control. “Satisfied?”

Josuke blushed, both hands behind his head, but you knew he wanted to cover his face when he shakes his head, sheepish. “I don’t think so,” he admitted, “I don’t think I could even fuck you enough times to fully satisfy what I feel for you.”

nibbling on your lip, you write your name with your fingertip over his chest, down his abdomen, and cheekily graze his lower belly to feel the muscles tighten beneath your digit, before you giggle. “Wanna try?”

but his expression changed from sheepish to wary. “I don’t know if we should do this again… I don’t like lying to Jotaro.”

you blink, puzzled. “Who’s lying to him?”

and then he stares back at you, equally confused.

speak of the devil himself, Jotaro clears his throat, standing in the doorway. both hands shoved into his pockets, he takes in the scene before him with an unreadable, usual scowl.

Josuke, however, nearly comes out of his own skin, eyes wide. “J—Jotaro!” he exclaims, flustered, reaching for his clothes by the bed.

you sit up on your knees as leisurely as could be, watching him, amused as you realize that he had been under the wrong impression all along, and Jotaro comes closer, brow quirked. “Josuke,” it’s a soft murmur at first, but Josuke is too busy fumbling and stuttering about how sorry he was to hear, so Jotaro barks instead, “Josuke!”

Josuke freezes, covering his groin with his pants in a wad, looking up at his nephew.

“Relax.” that’s when Jotaro wraps his hand around your neck from behind, encouraging you to lean back and crane your neck so he can lean down and plant a firm kiss on your swollen lips, murmuring to you, “Happy?” you nod, kissing back, grabbing the lapels of his coat with both hands.

“Wait…” Josuke is completely bemused, but the gears are turning and you can practically see the puzzle pieces fitting together before he exclaims, “you knew?!”

Jotaro pulls away after a moment, but you’re already dragging your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it skillfully. “Of course.” he replies, matter of factly, “The brat tends to get what she wants.” patting your head with one massive hand, the corner of his lip twitches, the ghost of a fond smirk. “And what she wanted was you.”

“So… you’re cool with this?” Josuke arched an eyebrow, suspicious. “You’re just going to let me… fuck your girlfriend?”

“Sometimes.” Jotaro corrects, and reaches down to push you on to your back. you submit to his will as instinctively as breathing, spreading your legs as soon as your back hits the mattress, holding both at the back of your knees. “Other times, like this one, I’m going to fuck her senseless and I’m going to let you shove your dick in her mouth to keep her quiet.”

you angle your head towards Josuke, staring at him upside down with a giddy smile as if to persuade him to partake in the offering.

Josuke is hesitant, but Jotaro scoffs, peeling out of his clothes. “Hurry up.” he barks, “She’ll keep me up all night if we don’t fuck her out together.”

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<We're friends, right?>

Josuke Higashikata x reader

cw: nsfw, nipple play(m. receiving), unprotected sex, dry humping, cockwarming, josuke being awkward but also a sex beast

Being friends with the popular Josuke has really turned out to be a whole rollercoaster of emotions. Him being a troublemaker and getting in a lot of musty stuff would always end up with a new funny story to tell your friends about.

Not only was it fun to hang around with him, but also you've noticed how you'd start developing a habit of analyzing his facial features and staring at his handsome? ridiculous face whenever you'd got the chance to.

Moreover, most of the times when girls were drooling over him you would always brush it off or even find it annoying because you couldn't understand how the hell is that head of a walking nest attractive. Now, things have somehow changed. Whenever a girl would compliment him or try and get his attention, you'd feel a tight, uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Was it.. Could it be jealousy? Nah, you must have been out of your mind to think of your old best friend Higashikata in a more than a friend way. Or so you'd make yourself to believe.

Talking of him, the lunch break should start soon, so you'll get some alone time with the so said friend, since Okuyasu is skipping classes today and Koichi felt off and went to the school nurse.

Usually, you'd be excited and looking forward to spending some of your own time with Josuke however for some reason you feel anxious and even nervous about the idea of being all alone with him.

Here comes the moment, the bell rings alerting the class that it's lunch time. You watch as everyone sits up and walks through the main door while chatting and laughing with their friend groups, when suddenly your boy best friend snaps you out of your trance by bumping you over your shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? It's the lunch break, let's go" You look up to where the deep voice is coming from, greeted with Josuke's plain expression and his pair of ocean blue eyes making contact with yours.

"Right" You send him a somehow fake smile, trying to hide your emotions and intrusive thoughts so that he wouldn't worry about you.

You stand up from your place, and both of you head to the "secret place" found by Okuyasu, which is actually the school's closet.

***

Settling right next to his place on the floor, you open your bento and start to quietly enjoy your food. Glancing over to Josuke, you can't help but take note of the video game he's playing: his favorite Eyes of heaven. Surely, he's crazy over this kind of games.

You poke at his side teasingly "Can't take your eyes off that game even when it's just the two of us, huh?" At that he scoffs, mumbling something about how you're gonna make him lose.

"Well, Okuyasu didn't come to school today so what am I supposed to do, right?" Ouch. Did he just make a hint saying you're boring to talk to?

"So you're saying you find me boring?" The question came out more aggressive than you thought, which gave away the way you don't like the fact of him thinking you're no fun.

He stops his game, turning over to look at you "Huh?? I never said that. It's just that you have more things in common with Koichi, I don't really know how to start a conversation with you properly."

You pause for a little, processing everything he's saying. You're considering him your friend, best friend even. You always enjoy your time with him at the top of your free time and you find him very interesting. Did he ever say he enjoys spending time with you tho?

Now that you think of it, you don't remember that he ever called you his friend or started a conversation with you first. What if he didn't even think of you as a friend, and just a classmate?

The doubts running through your head were starting to bring anxiety to you, and without even thinking about it, the words slip past your lips "Josuke?"

The tone of your voice alerted him, gaining his attention as he curiously waited for you to continue what you're willing to say.

"We're friends, right?"

The room fell silent, some weird type of tension growing between the two of you, making you uncomfortable. You always felt so cozy around Josuke, feeling like this around him is unusual for you.

JoJo blinks dumbfonded, trying to figure out what was the point of the question. He's always thought of you as a close friend, were you having doubts about the two of yours relationship?

"Uh, I guess it's obvious we are, isn't it?" His words make you sigh out of relief, but also bring your senses back and make you realize how awkward and embarrassing your random thought sounded. "Why would you ask me that? Is everything alright?"

Oh well, now the tension is building up again. Sometimes you wish you could stuff your mouth so that you couldn't get one stupid word out of it.

Josuke shifts closer to you, his face close enough to yours to feel his hot breath on your skin. You look into his eyes that hold worry and nothing but pure care.

"You know you can always tell me if something bothers you. I care about you"

Yeah.. He cares about you. You knew you had to be grateful for such an amazing friend you've got, but right now something inside of you makes you wish he cared about you as more than a friend.

"What if I don't want you to care about me like that" What are you doing? You think you've lost your mind as you let all of your thoughts come out and bring honesty in the sentences you're whispering while gazing down.

Well now he is confused. Josuke can do nothing but raise his eye brow in confusion, straightening up and scratching the back of his head. "You don't want me to care bout you? I don't quiet get it, Y/n"

He looks truly dumbfounded, his blue eyes making a perfect expression of what confusion means. You start thinking, he's actually always been handsome, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself. In the back of your mind, you've been scared he wouldn't see you as a more than a friend thing, that's why you would deny your own feelings.

Taking risk for everything you and Higashikata had gone through together, you make up your mind to follow your heart at the moment. You were sure you'd regret it later no matter what the outcome would be, but you couldn't care less in the moment when you had the perfect opportunity to do what all of his fangirls couldn't, to take advantage of the way hes so close to you.

You shift on your fours, putting a hand on Josuke's chest and pushing him against the wall behind him. Your cheeks are flushed red, mouth hanging open and arousal taking over your senses as you feel the muscles of his chest flex and move under your finger tips.

"U-uhm.. Y/n?" He brings back focus to his face, seeing how he's absolutely shocked and poor boy doesn't know what is happening right now. He looks so lost and confused, you decide to speak up about your intentions.

"I want you to care about me as more than a friend, Josuke" You can feel him gasp inaudibly and you feel the way his heartbeat increases in speed. When you're sure in the fact he isn't in fact stopping you, you continue your assault on him.

Supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, you use your other hand to settle yourself on top of his thighs, sitting down in his lap and put the hand on his chest.

When you finally look up to catch in his reactions, you're actually surprised to notice the way his nose is a cute shade of pinkish now, along with the very top of his ears. His eyes are glazy and shine while he bores into your own eyes.

"You're so handsome, JoJo.."

You want to.. Gosh you want to touch him so bad, you want to continue being close to him, yet you don't know how to ask permission for that without feeling beyond embarrassed.

As if he could read your thoughts, Josuke places one of his large hands firmly on your waist, somehow pressing you down further on his lap, which resulted into you gasping for air when you made contact with his crotch.

"I... Please, touch me however you want to.." The husky words leaving his mouth send shivers down your spine and onto your already throbbing cunt. You bite your lip, bringing your face into the place where his neck meets his shoulders and whine desperately into his ear.

You lick onto the smooth skin, biting once there and there and leaving occasional love marks. You suck on one special spot on his muscular neck, which leads to him grunting silently and bucking his hips up to yours.

"I want you, Josuke" You keen, carding your fingers through his hair on the back of his neck and tug slightly while humping onto his now hard bulge. You feel the outline of his cock digging into the plush of your pussy, pressing nicely against your clothed clit.

Moaning slightly, you pull back to take a look at your friends expression. His facial features have always been so defined and masculine, it was hard for you to hold back from licking a stripe over his cheek. Instead, you focus your attention on his plump lips.

You grind once more onto his twitching hard on, brushing over his upper back with your hands. Meeting his gaze, you gave him a desperate look "Kiss me, please kiss me, wanna taste you.."

"Mmh, o-oh fuck" Josuke groans, suddenly gripping you tightly by your waist and bringing your chest to his with force. He pecks your lips gently, experimenting with your actual desires at first.

You protest with a pout, and he reacts by chuckling smugly at the way you're so desperate. You reach over to kiss him on your own now. Your lips move against his mouth harshly, and you slip your tongue on his lips, trying to get him even closer than you already are.

You can't help the smile creeping on your face when he opens up, letting you take the lead and going with the flow while helping you grind still against his cock. You return to his neck, leaving wet kisses up and down to his chest, and you fist around with the end of his shirt.

"Take it off for me? Please" He hurriedly does as you say, breathing heavily and his black hair is now as messy as ever from your hands playing with it earlier. Strands of his hair cover his flushed face, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Once his upper clothes are thrown mindlessly on the cold floor, you can do nothing but stare in awe at his anatomy. His huge muscle pecs and his perked up nipples are just begging for attention and you desperately grab onto the muscles around his nipples, gropling them.

"A-ah.. Please nng" Josuke begs, closing his eyes and rolling his head over in bliss. You feel his dick twitch hardly in his pants, letting you know just how much he enjoys this whole new spectre of emotions.

"You like it, don't you?" You tease, inching closer and sliding your tongue over his nipple. He moans loudly, clearly not expecting you to start sucking on his tits. It was something new for him, and yet he sure as hell enjoyed it a lot.

Josuke reached over and held on your hair, not knowing whether to bring your mouth closer or to pull you away. The feeling of your wet muscle playing with his sensitive skin while your fingers pinched and groped the other pec was too good for him to handle.

The bell has long since ringed announcing the end of the lunch break, yet both of you were too mind struck by the pleasure and arousal you were experiencing to give a single damn about it.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, m-more, don't stop" He sounds like a mindless whore, and God his voice was blissful. You were getting so wet that you could feel your own arousal seeping through the fabric of your pants.

You wanted to.. Fuck you wanted to feel him filling you up in all of them right places. Gently, you pulled back from his chest and massaged the bruises that were already starting to form there, all the while Josuke was pouting and complaining about you stopping your ministrations.

"Relax big boy, I'm not going anywhere." You sat up on your knees, taking off your lower clothing and rubbing your fingers onto your leaking cunt. "Mmm yess.." You moaned gently, watching the way Josuke was staring at the way your fingers worked over your core. Drool pooled out of the corner of his mouth, eyes shimmering with tears of need and craving for you.

"Come on, JoJo, please.. I need your cock inside of me, want you so bad.." You whined loudly, reaching down to fistle around with his belt. Once you disregarded him of it, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Huge. It was fucking huge, the biggest and the thickest dick you have ever seen in your life. Heavy balls squishing against the waistband of his underwear and pretty glistening tip burning with desire.

You whimpered at the sight of it, bringing your hand up to your mouth and coating the palm of it with your spit, just to bring it back down and wrap your fist around his cock.

You gripped it tightly, spreading the saliva on his red tip and using it as lube. You give it firm and slow strokes, squeezing at his tip and fisting down at the base of it.

He was so thick that your hand couldnt even close right around it. Sliding his cock against your dripping wet pussy, you push the tip of his cock inside of you and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

The stretch was unreal, it was expected tho looking at the size he was gifted with. But the expressions he was making as your walls squeezed at his cock tightly were totally worth the feeling.

"Ahh, fuck please.. Y-you're so tight, God" Josuke thrusted his hips up, getting half way in all at once and you screamed. It hurt, yet for gods sake did it hurt so good. "Feels so good, wan' more" He pushed your hips down with his hands in one swift motion, bottoming out inside of you completely.

You gasped as you fell on his chest, hands grasping helplessly at his broad muscular shoulders while you could do nothing but whimper and sob at the immense stretch his cock had on your cunt.

"Ohhh shit, so fucking good. Just like that" Without even giving you a moment to adjust, he started pulling out of you, just to push back in with all the force he had. You moaned loudly, biting onto his neck hard and for surely leaving a mark there.

"Josuke, p-please.. Wait, ugh- it's too much" You pleaded, leaving crescent marks on his pale skin while gripping tightly at his bare back. Josuke chuckles, deep voice sending trembles down your spine.

"I've already waited long enough for this" You're stunned at the way his behavior immediately changed, his voice being rougher than usually as he grabs at your ass and starts pounding in and out of you, balls slapping against your skin.

"I've wanted this for so long.." He continues, grasping at your hair suddenly and pulling you back from his neck, making eye contact with you. ".. Fucked my fist to memories of you for so long" He licks his lips before kissing you roughly and biting at your lips.

His tongue licks over your own, desperate panting sharing between the two of you as he still fucks you dumbly. When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are rosy deep, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead and you moan out at his unfocused eyes.

You're lost in the pleasure as you realize, you're able to feel him, to see him like this, all vulnerable and so fucking deep into you. Not anyone else, not those annoying girls always trying to get his attention, its you who can touch and grasp at his perfect skin and features.

You whimper, letting your head fall down as you're only able to sit there and take whatever pleasure he gives you. Yet josuke won't have this, he squishes your cheeks together and lifts your face up, smirking all the while "Look at me, look at your best friend fucking you"

Josuke focuses on the way your face contorts into pleasure, and the way his slick cock is sliding in and out of you is so sinful he can't help but throw his head back and moan out shamelessly.

In the heat of the moment, you grab onto the hand that's keeping your head in place, bringing his attention back to you while his cock ruins your insides. You look straight into his eyes, smiling dumbly, trying to somehow tell him how good it feels even tho your mind is just a puddle of nothing.

Josuke's expression softens at that, and he brings down his hand to play at your clit "Come on pretty, cum on my dick." He flicks and presses down on it, repeating the same motions at an immense speed "Do it for me, right? Do it baby, f-fuck"

His cock is reaching deep inside of you, all the while his fingers are abusing your clit and the sounds that leave his mouth bring you all over the edge and you collapse down onto his shoulders, clenching so tightly on his fat cock and hugging him while you shake and wither around him

"Y-yeah.. Just like that, s-so fucking cute, " Josuke whines out, gritts his teeth and makes a few more lazy thrusts of his cock as it twitches inside of you, and he pulls out quickly, pressing your chests together and jerking off his hard, wet dick before spurting out thick ropes of white cum on your back.

He heaves out, moaning out one last time and pumping his softening cock some more times before relaxing against the wall. He rolls his head up, looking at the blank white ceiling and closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of your soft breath tickling his skin.

"You're crazy, JoJo, absolutely shameless" You laugh, punching his chest slightly and looking up at him. He chuckles, that deep voice of his you love so much resonating through his chest. "Yeah sure, like you're not the one who just made me cum in a fucking school closet."

"Couldnt help it, I got tired of the bitches trying to hit on you." You confess, gently rubbing his chest and sighing softly. "I had to do it first before they had the chance to" Josuke lifts your face by your chin, giving you a quick peck on the lips and resting his forehead on yours.

"They never had a chance in the first place, Y/n" His words sounded so sincere, filled with nothing but innocence and trust. He blushes lightly "I've always liked you.. Since the first day we started being "friends""

You smiled, happiness filling your heart up as you cuddle up against him and get comfortable before Josuke pushes you away "Hey, don't forget we're still in the school closet, we should start cleaning up here until someone sees us"

"Crap" You look around at the clothes lying on the floor and the drops of cum there that leaked from your back already strating to dry out "You're right on that"

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❀⤷Summer Frights!

Summertime Slashers m.list here

Starring Yandere Ghostface Josuke and Okuyasu

Synopsis-Your anxiety raises high when there’s been a slew of murders around your small town,rumored to be a copycat Ghostface terrorizing the town. Soon though your anxiety raises even higher when one night the Ghostface gives you a call around midnight.

Warning’s-murder,descriptive gore,dub con,non con,phone sex,multiple sex scenes,knife play,anxiety,heavy degrading,vulgar words,breeding,double penetration(oral and vaginal), mask kink,praising,pet names,unhealthy obsessive behavior,photos taken without consent,video taken without verbal consent, pussy eating, bondage,blood,biting,yandere,dacryphilia,humiliation,fear play,mentions of boxing Okuyasu and Med student Josuke.NOT PROOFREAD

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ AND UP! MINORS DONT INTERACT!

Word count-10.8k/10,891(First fic and I went overboard)

A shaky breath falls from your lips, a apparent sign of the inner turmoil you feel inside. You thought that this wouldn't happen anymore..That this couldn't happen in your city. That the ever looming presence of death couldn't haunt you so early into your life..you're only a freshman college student,barely graduated from a small high school in Morioh. Why here? Why peaceful little Morioh? Why did a dumb copy cat of a serial kill have to terrorize this quaint town?

And why did you let the thought of Ghostface morning haunt your nightmares? They were everywhere! In the morning when you woke up,they were your very first thought. When you showered,you constantly wondered if they would be stalking from behind the curtains,waiting to mangle and mane your soft body. When you walked from class, you imagined the killer in black being anyone.

Like this very moment right now. You imagine the seemingly kind house wife who just waved at you secretly using one her kitchen knives to kill the poor victim you read about in a news article posted a mere week ago. A victim you considered an acquaintance before his untimely death. You had known him from high school simply because he did something completely unexpected to someone who looks like you. He had confessed,poured out his pure and untainted feelings for you. However,you didn't feel the same and gently rejected him,making sure to still encourage him to stay sweet like the way he was. Over the years the two of you only shared small hello's or encouragements for the future.

But now..he had no more future. For,he was dead,mutilated and found with ripped pages of fat fetish pornos in his emptied stomach that was bare of any bodily organ. The thought of his suffering throughout the ordeal made your skin crawl in fear. Was he screaming for help? Was he begging anyone from the closest proximity to stop his death? Most of all,did he plead for the killers not to hurt him,to spare him?

And because of those bothersome thoughts you couldn't help but think that anyone is guilty for such a sick crime. Every step you take,you look around your once peaceful route to home,wondering if one of these seemingly normal people murdered someone without remorse. The houses you once stared at in calmness and familiarity were now morphed into murder houses. Houses,owned by killers that could be waiting to torture their next victim in utter bloodlust. Nowhere and no one were considered safe to anymore.

You grip your book bag tighter to your shoulder,holding the cool leather material closer to your side. The baby blue sundress you're adorning being softly tugged by refreshing summer wind. The sensation being a reliever to your anxiety induced sweat. Which reminds you that it's really summer now. That you should be happy because you just left your last class of the semester and that you won't have to worry about class for three whole months. However,despite the beautiful sun beaming down at you paired with the perfect breeze you can't help but feel so gloomy inside. How could anyone be happy when someone was just murdered only a week ago? How could anyone be happy when your acquaintance was already the 5th victim of a copy cat serial killer?

Immediately your morbid thoughts are shooed away by a loud booming voice. "Oi,(Reader)! How can ya leave without saying goodbye?" You snap your head back,not being able to fight how a toothy smile once you see your goofy friend. " 'Yasu,I'm sorry! I was in a rush!" Your once eager feet stopped walking to allow the male to catch up with you. Though it's not like he needed you to stop,the man is fit,years of working out and boxing shaping his athletic body. Just as soon as he called out from a distance he's already stooped next you.

"So you were in a rush?" His raspy voice asks. "Mhm I was,I'm just kinda pent and wound up from school and.." You don't have the heart to finish what you were gonna say. But it doesn't seem like you need to because Okuyasu finishes it for you,"The murders." You find Okuyasu's bluntness is nice,because at least something is straightforward to you in this mystery of a murderer or murderers.

"Yeah. It's been kinda umm..scary for me at least." Okuyasu nods as he puts his long muscled arm around your meaty shoulder. "They got me feeling on the fence a little too,especially that last guy. I mean porno mags stuffed in there? Plus them being that weird feeding shit,the guy must've been a real sick pervert." Okuyasu says nonchalantly,as he massages the flesh on right shoulder.

You can't help but think that that's why he had confessed to you before. Because you were a fetish to him,something he got off to and that's it. Now that Okuyasu pointed that out to you can't help but feel a little less empathetic towards the victim now. Disgusting. "Yeah,that's weird." You dryly add. "But umm what'd you chase after me for? I know you didn't just come here to scold me for leaving so soon." Okuyasu's eye's widen like he's barely recalled something. "Right! Umm Josuke and I wanted to invite to a little party at the beach! It'll only be us and a few other friends."

At that,your smile slightly falters. The thought of going to a party with a serial killer on the loose scared you. "Umm Yasu I'm not sure..I just wanna stay home at the moment." Okuyasu already looks at you with pleading black eyes,"C'mon (Reader), we haven't hanged out in forever. Josuke gets ya all the time cause he goes to a stupid university with ya. So please,won't ya just go with us?"

You chuckle," 'Yasu the boxing gym is right by the university,I always talk to you for like 15 minutes a day before and after class." He whines,"But today ya didn't say goodbye,Josuke got you forgetting all about me. That's why you gotta go to this party!" You find his needy behavior cute—almost endearing so you humor him. "Hmm..maybe I'll go. But if I don't go then why don't you and Josuke come over after the party? Just knock on the door and I'll let you in." Okuyasu pouts before speaking,"But what if ya’re sleepin?" You smile at him as you touch the hand he has resting on your shoulder," I won't be,trust me." Technically your promise wasn't empty,ever since the murders you've been having a hard time sleeping.

"Got ya! That sounds good. But I gotta go Josuke's waiting for me with his fancy ass car." He moves his hand to let go of your shoulder but he's met with your pudgy hand gripping it to your flesh harder. "Wait,can you walk me home please Yasu? I feel safer with you around." It's true,the man's positive energy managed to make you briefly forget your dark thoughts earlier.

He stares at you in thought,looking at your needy expression. It's almost like he visibly melted at your words and expression. "Yeah I'll getcha home! Lemme just call Josuke so he knows." Okuyasu pulls out his cracked phone and quickly calls Josuke,"Yo bro,(Reader) wants me to walk her home so just pick me up in the front of her house. Alright bye." He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and tightens his arm he has draped over you.

"Thanks 'Yasu." You kindly remark. " 'Course gotta keep my girl safe." You brush off the usage of "my girl" due to the fact that Josuke and him use it only in reference of how protective they are of you cause of the years long friendship the three of you share. At least that's what you think,right? It couldn't be used romantically,not when Okuyasu and Josuke got new girls on their arms most of the time. However the thought of being Okuyasu's or Josuke's girl..or both is something you find yourself frequently fantasizing about. But that's just silly,dreamful thinking.

The two of you start walking and talking. Conversation flows easily with Okuyasu,it always does. It does too with Josuke but Okuyasu somehow always eases you. He's your comforter,he always has been.

"Welp this is my stop." Okuyasu's voice says. You nod sadly,not wanting to say goodbye so soon to your living comfort. " 'Suke's not here yet,why don't you come inside until he shows up?" Okuyasu doesn't even think before he exclaims,"Yes!" You giggle at his enthusiasm,unlocking the door as you do so.

You enter and Okuyasu does the same behind you,making sure to close and lock the door.

"So are you hungry?" He smiles widely,"I always am!" You smile,"Yes you are! I got some spaghetti and meatballs if that's what you want."

"Yes, I love Italian food! I'll eat whatever you got left if ya let me!" You scrunch your brows in mock thought,"Okay,I'll let you have the whole container." He makes a noise of celebration as he follows you to the kitchen.

The pair of you walk into the kitchen smiling and chuckling, though your happy demeanor falters once you see the sink filled to the brim with dishes. " 'Yasu you can get the food from the fridge,I got to work on the dishes." Okuyasu nods with no hesitation as he rushes to the fridge. You grab an apron that Okuyasu had given you for a birthday years ago with a cringy motto that reads,"A dolla will make ya holla!"

Once he find the spaghetti he puts it in the microwave and he smiles gleefully once he sees you putting the apron on to wash the dishes. "Ya still kept that old thing?" You nod,"Yeah,it's my favorite." You don't miss the small blush that paints his cheeks when you remark that it's your favorite. "Good,it looks great on ya." You smile and turn to make soapy water for the seemingly never ending pile of dishes you had to wash.

Okuyasu’s food is finished in the microwave the moment the beep is heard. He grabs his food and sits down on a chair by the island. You turn your back to him once the water is done and start washing dishes. "Do ya normally wear a apron when ya do the dishes?" You answer back,"No,just when I'm wearing something like a dress or something I like a lot." He hums in thought before you hear him messily slurp and devour the spaghetti.

He swallows before hitting you with another question,"So where are your parents? They're usually home by now." You scrub off a nasty dish while replying,"Umm well I kinda own the house now. Since the beginning of summer,they left and said I had the house to myself. I don't think they'll be back for a few more months. They said that since I'm a college student I deserve my own private space and used that as an excuse to finally travel,not that I mind of course,they deserve that break."

"So ya're alone for a few months?" Okuyasu asks. "Yeah I am." You confirm once more. "Then me and Josuke should come over more often." He quickly says. "And Koichi and his little girlfriend too." He makes sure to add. "Yeah,I could definitely use the company in that case." You warmly welcome the idea. Not only so you're not experiencing isolation but also so you won't make yourself a easy target for the killer.

There's a few minutes of silence—comfortable minutes ,one's where you just hear clanging of the dishes occasionally and your dear friend excitedly devouring the food you've made.  You've grown so accustomed to the silence that you can't stop the shocked gasp that falls from your lips once you feel a big calloused hand placed on your wide waist. "That was yummy,thank ya (Reader)."  He doesn't bother to move his heavy hand once he hears the little gasp instead he tightens his grasp on your squishy waist.

"O-Oh you're welcome 'Yasu. It's a thank you for walking me home." He smiles,"No need to thank me. Like I said I gotta take care of my girl." He emphasizes his words when starts tracing small circles onto the cotton fabric of your dress. "This is real pretty,"he pinches the material of the dress,"Looks really cute on ya. But you always look real cute."  Suddenly nothing else matters,not the dishes,not the fact that Josuke's coming soon,not even the murder that's roaming Morioh,all that matters right now is Okuyasu's touch.

You lean into his touch,"Thanks 'Yasu." Your words come out breathlessly. He hums in acknowledgement,his now two hands becoming his main focus. He squeezes the abundant flesh of your tummy that's hidden by your dress. "Ya're so damn soft." You can't help but let out a small whine at his gentle yet rough actions.

He leans against your back pushing his extremely tall frame against yours,black eyes leering at you. "Thank you 'Yasu." You can't help the awkward and repetitive response,not used to your friend behaving this way with you. Sure,he was flirty with you before but never this upfront with you. His touch advances,inching further up to your slightly exposed cleavage. " 'Y-Yasu.?" You can't help the panicked question. What is he gonna reach for?

"Yeah?" The grumble of his voice sounds erotic,almost like he's turned on right now. "What're you doing?" The question you asked held no malicious harm instead just innocent wonder. That must've snapped out of his daze. "I'm just trynna give ya hug,Josuke's gonna be outside soon so I'm saying a early goodbye." With that his big arms wrap around the whole expanse of your plush middle,his hard rock chest molds against your roll adorned back.

He leans down to give you a wet kiss on your neck,which makes you let out a shocked whine. " 'Yasu!" You exclaimed in embarrassment. "What?" He asks cluelessly. "You can't kiss me without telling me! It's embarrassing!" He smiles,"Yeah? Well Imma kiss you." He kisses your neck again,the attention on your sensitive neck making you giggle.

You slightly push his head away,"Now you know what to do if you wanna kiss me." He hums in acknowledgement. Soon a honk rings out from the front of your house. "Gotta go! Josuke's out front." He let's go of you which leaves you missing his warm touch.

" 'Kay say hi to him for me! See ya later 'Yasu." The male nods and rushes to the front door,the door slamming as he leaves. You leave the kitchen once he's gone to make sure to lock the door. And slowly you trudge back to the kitchen,"Time to do the dishes again."

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To say the least you were beat after doing the dishes. It's such a easy labor required task however you dread it. But it's not only dirty cups or plates draining you,it's the constant anxiety you feel deep down. Plus the way Okuyasu was behaving with you was different..It made you question so many things. However,the energy for being thoughtful and curious was sucking up too much from you.

You had to take a nap,just a short one. You just need to catch up with your sleep. You wander to find your phone so you can put it on silent and not be bothered with the outside world right now. Surely,you find it and set it to silent,placing it on the coffee table next to the couch that you plop on.

You lay down and curl up like a baby. Sleep,you tell yourself. Go to sleep. Though you craved a nap,you knew that a nightmare might come to haunt your only escape from reality. You haven't been having them too often but when they came,they'd be terrifying.

You forcibly shut your eyes and just relax. Soon enough you find everything leaving,all that is here is just a dreamless peaceful abyss.

However peace can never last long when death is afoot. You wake up with a start,gasping for air and clenching your poor couch cushions in fear. Eventually though,you're able to calm down. You sit up and reach for your phone to look at the time. The screen glare's at you as your eyes struggle to adapt to the light,"12:00 am. How long was I out for?" As soon as you voice your confusion. You see your phone alert you that a unknown caller is calling. You do what everyone else does when they see an unknown caller alert— decline.

"I'm hungry as hell." You mutter. You get up and stretch,letting out an almost pornagraphic moan. Your attention is taken off stretching the moment you see your phone violently shaking. You roll your eyes in annoyance. Who the hell is this persistent? You grab your phone and instantly your annoyed attitude morphs into one of fear.

Ten texts and multiple missed calls decorate your lock screen. They read threats like,"Answer the phone slut!" Or "I'll fucking murder you if you don't answer right now." Your breathing quickens,"What the hell should I do?" You thought of calling the cops but immediately you think about the original ghost face killings. Ghost face was always near by when he made calls so..that means the killers might be very close to you. But this might be just sick prank call,right?

So you do the not so smart thing and try to survive instead. Hurriedly you call the number and find yourself met with the taunting ring of the phone. Finally,an alarmingly deep voice speaks on the other end of the line. "Imma make this simple for you. Start rubbing your pussy right now."

Your breath takes a pause in your throat. Did you hear that right? "W-What?" You ask. "I said start rubbing your pussy now. Don't be a disobedient slut." For some reason a bit of fear leaves you,being replaced with courage. "No." You state. The voice chuckles,"No? What,now you want to act all brave? I know that you tremble in fear every time you hear about what we’ve done in the news. So don't act all confident with me and just rub your pussy like a good slut."

You gasp in amazed fear. This was—it couldn't

be—Ghostface themselves or himself. The voice chuckles once more at your shocked display. "Aww you're so cute but you're so dumb! That's why I need you to rub your pretty little cunt for me,it's the only thing your little dumb brain can handle."

With a uneven breath you ask,"Do you want me to umm..get naked?" You could hear a smug smile once he replies,"Good girl! You're learning how to please me. Yes,I want you to get naked and I want you right in front of that window you got in front of the coffee table. I want you to have your legs spread completely wide with your back against the table,I wanna see ya just like that,got it?" See you? He could see you? The thought alone makes your blood run cold.

"I expect an answer every time I say something. Do you understand me?" You quickly cough up a small yes. "Good,now hurry up and undress." You couldn't believe you found yourself submitting so easily to a killer—a perverted killer who's getting off to your garnered fear of them. It makes you so angry—so enraged yet you found yourself obeying like some obedient pup all because of fear. Such a coward—such a pussy you are right now. However you can't bring yourself to scold your submissive actions any harder because absolute terror is overruling the anger your feel.

And that's how you find yourself bare of any clothing,nude and vulnerable for the eyes of a sick fuck. Your baby blue dress stays by your feet,a visual reminder of your embarrassing submission . A low groan is heard through the phone , a groan that sounds so lustful it has you curling into yourself. "Fuckkkk,you're so perfect. You're so fucking gorgeous. Spin for me,I want to see all of you." The demand leaves no room for arguments so you shyly—albeit awkwardly you do a little turn hurriedly . "Mmm,my perfect girl. Do another spin for me,slowly this time. I wanna look at what I own."

You obey his command once more,dying of humiliation the longer each turn took. What's worse is you don't know where he's looking from. Is he in the front of the window? Is he in a tree up above? You don't even know if it's just a he,it could be a them—the murderous duo who's now personally terrorizing you. "Good girl,now put the phone on ya table and put me on speaker. Now spread your legs for me like a good girl."

Once again you find yourself obeying him to the exact T. As you bend down to place your back against the table you wonder why he's doing this to you? Why you? Why your town? Why poor little Morioh?

You feel the cool wood make contact with the rolls that adorn your soft back. A little whimper leaving your insanely chapped lips once the cold table touches you. "Mmm,good girl,"he practically purrs,"Now I don't want you to start rubbin just yet. Play with those pretty tits,yeah?" The phasing of his last sentence made you queasy because of the sheer audacity to make that sound like a question when at it's core it's a order. A order that reminds you of your fear.

Your fingers slightly tease your blooming bud—the cool air teasing your nipple away from it's natural softness. It feels nice—good so good that you almost forget why you're doing this. Your other hand squeezes the stretch mark decorated breast on the side closest to your heart. The warm,gentle attention riles out a small moan from your mouth.

The man on phone coos to you,celebrating the obedience he didn't have to fight you on. "You're so gorgeous! So glad you're such a good girl for me and I didn't have to hurt your perfect body! My smart girl knows what's best for her,huh?"

You hum a response,too focused on the task that's melting in your hands. Your breast continues to be meddle with,each massaging motion feeling better than the last.

Somehow his already deep voice reaches a lower octave,"Stop. Start playin with your pussy." Lust oozes from the speaker. Untouched,evil desire is all you heard come out of him at this moment. Is that why he's doing to you? Lust? To own your body with the leash of fear he has snug around your neck? What a sick pervert.

You reach down,inching away from your sweaty chest—touching the wet arousal you're disgusted to have formed. You could call it a natural bodily reaction to the fondling your breasts received but you know—you know that his degrading praise had a hand in the layer of moisture that built up on your pussy.

Your fingers clip onto your aching clit,a rubbing motion starting on from there. Rub,rub,rub, and rub is all you can think about—your pleasure,the promise of cumming is what you deserve for being forced to put on a show for a murderer. "Atta girl,keep rubbin. Your pussy looks so pretty,doll! Fuck,just wanna stuff my face in there. Would ya like me to eat you out,huh,sweet thing?" His words are slightly labored this time,an almost groany tone releasing from his lips.

"Mhm!" Is all you mutter. A short answer,yet just the answer that the serial killer needed to hear. "Yeah? Want me to suck on that fuckin pretty clit? Want me to force my face in between those thick ass thighs? Yeah—shit,wanna have you on my face—don't wanna fuckin breath until you cum all over my face." His groans—oh my god his groans, your could feel your needy cunt clench around nothing. He sounded so good,so wanton,so needy! But you can't enjoy his sounds,not when he's taunting you like this—not when he and his partner murdered five innocent people!

But what if you just let yourself indulge for a second? Just a quick second and then you could go back to quivering in fear. Oh please—oh please just a moment to get pleasure from his desire of you. "Hmmph—Shit all I can think about is your cute ass sittin on ma face. I'll eat your pretty little cunt for days! Fuck—Fuck—put ya fingers inside! Wann' see your pussy stretched out."

You don't question the command—two fingers sink into your clamping hole. A keen frees itself from your gasping throat. Feels so good! Feels so good to have something inside,something to distract your empty pussy. You start making a up and down motion,each movement making contact with your warm sensitive walls.

"Ah—feels good!" You babble. It's embarrassing—demeaning how easily you gave into him—the pleasure he gives has you oh so sensitive. "Yeah,baby? Ya cunt feel good?" You furiously nod your head,knowing that verbal responses weren't the only thing he'd understand. He's watching you after all.

"Shit, you're so good for me! Ma lil slut—my good fuckin cock whore! Fuck—wish I could be in ya instead of your little ass fingers, I could make ya feel so much better—stretch ya out real nice and good,have ya screaming fa' me and scratching my back. Wouldn't I,baby?" You almost choke on your moans when you force out a response. " Y-You would! You'd mmm—make me scream!"

"Shitttt...keep talkin like that,sweet thing. Wanna replace your fingers so fuckin badly now—gonna make sure your little cunt is a cum dump once I'm done with ya! Gonna bred ya and ruin ya for anybody else—shit—fuck yourself harder right now."

You oblige and start reaching — wiggling fingers inching deeper for that wonderfully good spot. You feel so close if only you could find that small mushy spot that would make you see stars.

Almost like he could read your body language perfectly he says,"Ya're close aren't you? Ya gonna cum soon? Fuck—me too! Gonna cum—wanna cum with ya! Shit—need ya to cum now."

Almost like some magic word you find that special spot and a pathetic mewl comes out of your mouth. Your back arches out,the position forcing out your plentiful tummy out even more.

You huff and huff an attempt to catch your lost breath. The man has became silent, any sign of him being present is gone.

The air is only full of the smell of your sex and your constant puffs. Finally, he speaks up again,"Ya did a good job,sweet thing! Call ya tomorrow at the same time." With that he leaves you to sit in silence accompanied by the constant blaring reminder of his quick exit.

Your mouth gapes open,"What the fuck just happened?"

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"(Readerrrr), ya there?" Josuke calls out. His concerned diamond blue eyes pour into yours. Your body flinches at the sound of your friend's deep voice. "Y-Yeah,just a little shaken up." You reply. Smoothly Josuke's sleeveless arms round your shoulders and coddles you closer to his chest. "Ya? Did ya have a nightmare before we got here?"

You accept his affection gesture—leaning in and pushing your pudgy cheek into his chiseled pecs. "Why didn't you tell me and Okuyasu,we could've taken care of ya way earlier." Chiding with him,Okuyasu pipes out,"Yeah! You can tell us anythin. We got ya back."

The thought of spilling your guts and telling them whatever happened only an hour ago crosses your mind—it's brief because you realize it's stupid. No way you'd put any of your friends in danger involving the terrorizers of Morioh. That's right—it's only been a hour since the call,only an an hour since you've dirtily indulged into his demands. But no—enjoying it meant they'd win and you can't let them have anymore power over you.

A part of you wonders what if? What if Josuke and Okuyasu came just at the stroke of midnight? Would they have been able to protect you from the murderers? But that what if is a distant reality—the real reality being is that your favorite duo showed up at your doorstep with snacks in hand and bright smiles. Stories of Koichi being forced into a embarrassing bathing suit by Yukako and Rohan screaming Josuke's head off when he buried him in the sand while he was sleeping on beach were exchanged with you.

Stories that kept the air light and distractive until the three of you sat on the couch to watch a movie. The polite custom of staying silent during a movie was driving you crazy,the silence leaving too much space in your head to think about what occurred.

You place a fake smile onto your lips," Thanks you guys but really I'm fine,I promise." To add weight to your adds you further snuggle into Josuke's chest and reach for Okuyasu's mangled hand,to which he gratefully accepts by gripping your hands in a no escape hold. "If ya say so." Okuyasu says. Josuke gives an annoyed look towards the unaware male,one that you've learned means that Okuyasu didn't say the right thing or he said something dumb. "What Okuyasu meant to say is if you want us to stay the night or just stay away longer?"

At first,the instinctual answer was no—strictly because you don't want to cause them too much trouble. Josuke constantly takes you places in his car because you're too fearful of the bus or walking too far away from home. Okuyasu was a already like a guard dog before the murders,but now he constantly wants to stick to you like glue no matter where you go. Of course there's exceptions of this happening like today but majority of the time that's what happens.

However,that first move to say no is gone out the window once they start touching you. Josuke starts thumbing at your back,creating soothing patterns all over the the hot skin. Okuyasu's big veiny hands are twiddling with your fingers like you're some dainty little thing to him. The touches feel good—comforting,making your poor little stressed mind let go.

"Okay." You mumble. "Yeah?" Josuke confirms. "Mhm." You hum into his chest. "Hell yeah! We haven't stayed over in forever!" Okuyasu exclaims. "Are we gonna sleep in your room?" The blunt man asks. Now that he's mentioned it,you're not sure where they should sleep. The suggestion of your room didn't really concern you all that much. After all these are your friends so won't do anything strange,right?

Sure,they are 6'1 and 6'4 men who's body weight mostly consist of pure hard earned muscle but besides that the thought of them sleeping in a room shared with you isn't really intimidating at all. In fact,it comforts you knowing that they're going to be with you in your room. You know you'd have incoming nightmares or a sleepless night ahead caused by that call,so two friends that happen to be men and very attractive are just doing what good friends do.

"Of course, you're gonna sleep in my room,silly! It wouldn't be a sleep over if you weren't." You happily exclaim. "Yeah!" Okuyasu leans over you to give Josuke a type of handshake that you don't even bother to look at. It fills you with glee to see the two of them so ecstatic to be staying with you. However,the feeling of glee doesn't overcome the impending sleepiness you start to feel.

"I think I should start setting up the bed for us." You state. Josuke's brow perks up in a inquisitively,"Us?" A rush of flustered heat floods through your body for the assumption that three of you would share your bed. You feel so comfortable with them it merely slipped out. "Um—I mean it's just cause I have pretty big bed and they'll be plenty of space for you two but I realize how silly that is now. Just forget it I'll

get—

"No,No! That's perfect, me and Oku' won't mind at all. You're our friend after all." You catch many nice things about his interrupting sentence,especially the way his honeyed tongue says "our " with almost a possessive gripe. You brush over it though, no matter how odd it sounded—instead you choose to favor his laxness about sharing a bed with you.

"Uhh well perfect! Let me just set up then and I'll call you two up to bed." You offer a marshmallowey smile before you turn from the pair and walk your way up the stairs—missing the lust glazed stares of your trusted friends directed at your teasing dimpled cheeks peeking out from your loose cotton shorts. If only you could see Josuke and Okuyasu hissing as they adjust the semi's that's grown in their jeans.

You find yourself in your room,adjusting your bed for more room and comfort. You move your stuff animals and overly big pillows,setting it on free spaces throughout the room. That's it,that's all you had to do. Yet,you weren't gonna call them up. Not yet.

You stare down at the baby blue sun dress you took off during the call that you tossed on your floor in a crying haze once the killer hung up. The dress felt like a lingering memory of what happened and what's to come. "Call you tomorrow at the same time." The words ring in your head, a consistent reminder to of your impending doom. You'd be some type of sick sexual outlet for the killer(s). And then what? Once they were done with terrorizing you with calls would they come up from a secret hiding place by your house and tally you off as another victim of theirs? The 6th victim? Or worse would they violate you—ignore your agency—the word no and pleas of reason would mean nothing to them.

And now you're here,being such a coward. Accepting their plans for you like some type of sick puppy. You make yourself sick,the thought of just surrendering makes a deep pool of raging nausea roar from the bottom of your belly. How can you be so—so easily available? You just obeyed whatever he said and when you did stand up to him you just surrendered due to the deep rooted fear of what he and his accomplice could do.

Just how weak willed how are you? Listening to a killer that demanded you to touch yourself and actually doing it! Loving the way he praised you—guiltily indulging into the desperate groans

he howled out for you. And worst of all, actually feeling your heart and clit beat with the promise of this repeating tomorrow. How sick you are.

You swallow a wad of contempt mixed with saliva before your tongue sticks out to wet your flaky lips. You call out," 'Sukeeee! 'Yasu!! You can come up now!" They heard you as soon as you said the sentence because you quickly hear the stomping up the stairs.

During the short time you throw the dress in your closet and look back in a lost daze before you slam the closet door shut. You sigh,"What am I gonna do?" You don't have much time to think about the next step before Okuyasu zooms into the door frame. He's panting—big wide chest moving up and down in a seducing rhythm. "Told ya I could beat you up the stairs Josuke!" He proudly and rather cutely says.

Not even a second later Josuke is up behind Okuyasu, Josuke's shorter frame slightly being blocked by him. It's funny how someone even as tall as Josuke looks short compared to Okuyasu. The pompadour wearing man rolls his eyes,"Yeah,Yeah meathead I know I lost." Okuyasu doesn't even bother to hide his amusement,in fact,the man can't stop laughing. "Maybe you should become a boxer like me instead of being Mr.Future Doctor. That'll get you faster."

"Yeah and risk breaking this nose?" He points to his perfectly pointed and straight nose. "No,thanks." You giggle at their interaction,"I don't know 'Yasu, Josuke's pretty built for someone who doesn't box." Okuyasu dramatically slacks his jaw,"C'monnnn he's not better than babies." Okuyasu flexes his thick arms,posing them in a abstract Y position.

You smile and lean over to touch the hard mass of muscles,chubby digits feel up his biceps. "Ooo very hard 'Yasu!" The teasing compliment flusters the tall man,making him splutter out,"Course they are! I take good care of myself! I eat real good too!" You look at him,"I know, 'Yasu. Anyone can really tell how good you take care of yourself."

Josuke chuckles this time,"Well remember Okuyasu,this future doctor takes care of all your injuries because you always spend your money

too fast and can't afford an actual hospital bill." Okuyasu whines," Man you can't use that against me,I always get my money back anyways."

"Right." Josuke remarks sarcastically. You laugh once more before disputing the whole interaction. "All right,all right you both are just great the way you but you'd be even better asleep." The both whine out an okay and drag their feet to your bed.

You slide into the middle of the soft mattress but stopping halfway though to ask,"Are you guys fine with me being in the middle?" They don't seem to mind because they simply just shake their head. You nod and finally make yourself comfy in the insulated center of the bed.

However,comfort doesn't last long when both of the males turn their handsome faces towards you. You don't fail to catch their staring eyes drinking you in. You feel a pool of nervous saliva coat your mouth," 'Suke can you turn off the light?" The male nods and leans over to switch off the lamp placed on your bedside table.

The second the lights turned off Okuyasu boldly grips wraps his big arms around the whole expanse of your rounded front—thick hard muscle grasping your wide waist in possessiveness.  The actions so sudden a small gasp flees from you. " 'Yasu not so rough!" You exclaim in a flustered panic. He doesn't say anything in response,instead digging his scabbed extremities into the plushness of your pouch sitting above your pillowy hip bones and groin.

He nuzzles his face into your shoulder,instantly knocking out onto your flesh. Josuke and you share a glance of shock and amusement. You break the silence with a quiet giggle. "I forgot how easily he goes to sleep." Josuke nods,"I know right? He's just like a baby." 

You smile,"Yeah,wish I could go to sleep as easily as him." Bright diamond blue eyes peer into you,analyzing your very being. An inhale of breath is heard before," How have you been holding up?" The question rings into the air,almost like you don't want to answer it.  You can't tell Josuke—your protector,your friend,the guys who's ward off bullies by going in a blind rage of attack when bad things has ever been said about you—that the taunting ghost of Morioh called you to get himself off in some sick way.

He'd get only hurt and dragged into a unfolding mess. You can't do that to him! Sure,he's strong and tall,standing at 6'1 feet with some raging fighting skills. But could he take on the Ghostface? The man who mutilated a person you used to know so inhumanly. Not even to mention there's most likely two of them. No,Josuke couldn't know. For his sake.

"I've been doing okay. Just always nervous,ya know?" He hums in acknowledgment,long lashes kissing his cheek bones. His smooth yet textured fingers gently rub back and forth on a small patch of flesh of your cheek. "I know,baby. But me and Oku will take care of ya anyway you need. All you need is us,the rest of the world will just ruin ya."

You look up at him and catch his wrist in affectionate hold,your own fingers rubbing skin as well. "Mmm,I know you'll take care of me—the both of you but I just can't get this constant fear out of me. I'm so scared of them. " Josuke looks at you in thought,trying to find the right thing to say to comfort you.

"You're not their MO,they won't touch you."  You find comfort in how matter factly he states it,like he's completely sure that nothing will happen to you. "I know but it's just the last victim I knew. You remember that one guy in high school who confessed to me? That was him. And it's just so hard for me to actually grasp that he's no longer here anymore."

Josuke's gentle and somber expression melts away,twisting in a disgusted one. "That guy was a creep,(Reader). He just fetishized you,like you're some type of meat. And you're not,you're the most sweetest,most beautiful,most considerate person and that fucker was probably just jerking off to ya body." You're gagged by how easily he tore into the deceased man.

"But still—" You try to speak but you're cut off with a cold cut sentence,"No,I think he got exactly what was coming to him."  You stare up at the male, shocked by the discovery of just how cold and ruthless he could be. " Josuke..." you trail off. He looks at you,his angry expression fleeing from him the moment he does.

"I'm sorry I must scare ya talking like that." He stops rubbing your cheek,replacing the soothing touch with cupping it. You nod,"Yeah,I've never heard you so...cruel before." He leans closer to you,softly sighing. "I know but creeps like that just piss me off. I'm sorry, I won't talk like that in front of you again."

You peer into Josuke's pretty eyes,not missing the barely lingering murderous glint reflecting in them. It fills you with a pool of anxiety and a little drop of suspicion. But Josuke couldn't be one of the men plaguing Morioh,he loves Morioh after all! He talks about the city so beautifully—the people he loves that reside here. So naturally,you easily brush off the creeping inkling.

" It's okay,let's just not talk about it anymore." You assure as you lean into his touch. People could call it delusional or just pure ignorance to brush off someone's body and verbal language if they were acting like Josuke a few moments ago. But no,you feel in your heart that he and Okuyasu could never commit such heinous crimes. They could never..at least that's what you told yourself to help halt the booming alarm bells coursing through your brain.

Josuke nods,"Yeah,let's just go to sleep,m'kay?" You don't protest him,welcoming the suggestion of sleep. " G'Night 'Suke." He hums a response and snuggles closer to your neck. You close your eyes,attempting to drift off to a peaceful darkness.

Josuke's rhythmic breathing against the nape of your neck soothes you like a lullaby does.

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"Sorry me and Okuyasu had to go to work. We tried to wake u up but u wouldn't budge. See you later tho and stay safe!" Is what you read as you groggily pour yourself some milk for the cereal you're about to eat.

"Ughgg I can't believe I slept in for so long..." you complain. It's now 4:39 in the afternoon and you find yourself dazzlingly eating not so good cereal.

You guess though,that at least this is somewhat normal for a person your age. To sleep long and be unproductive the moment summer break hits. But you're no longer a normal college student anymore,for the man taunting your innocent city is now personally bothering you.

You wait and wait and wait,doing things to keep your mind busy until the clock strikes 12. Time slowly yet quickly slips the your finger tips. It seems every time you pursue an activity the time goes the quicker. It's almost like the universe can sense your unrelenting anxiety and chose to pick on you.

5' o clock

6' o clock

7' o clock

8' o clock

9'o clock

10'o clock

11' o clock

Your face is crest fallen once you look down at your phone and realize that it's only one hour away from the awaiting phone call. Your chest tightens and suddenly all the air from your lungs flees. One breath,then another,and a third one before you slide down a wall.

It feels like the whole sky is resting on your racing chest. It's too much—it hurts it's so much.

You wheeze and try to compose your breathing. Slowly—extremely slow your compose yourself and once you do you immediately stand up.

"I can't stay here..! I-I have to go!" The thought of staying in your own house is too much right now. The thought of just sitting in your home like a sitting duck almost makes another panic attack ensue. You hurriedly grab your phone and stuff it into the pocket of the mid thigh length shorts you're wearing and slide on some sandals.

You rush out your door and start an instant pace away from your house. Further,you just needed to be further. It's now finally hitting you that there's no real escape! The police couldn't and wouldn't help,after all they haven't done much of anything to help with the disgusting crimes committed prior. Josuke and Okuyasu can't help you,they're just regular young adults just like you.

You're just screwed,so screwed. And you may have made yourself even more screwed by making the rather impulsive decision to walk away from home. But you honestly didn't make it too far,being only 10 houses away from your own. You pull out your phone from your pocket and it's barely 11:15. You could still walk back to your house..but then what? He'd call and tell you to touch yourself again and then you'd just do whatever he says?

That didn't sound good to you at all. However the choices are slim—go to the police force who won't do anything about or accept whatever they'll want you to do. Both of those choice sound horrible,however one has a more merciful fate. If you were to go to the police you feel that they would know but if you were just to be obedient,maybe,just maybe you'd have a sliver of hope to be unharmed.

With that you briskly walk back to your once beloved home. The overwhelming sense of dread constantly pokes at you. You'd just have to suck it up,no matter what they gave to you.

You wrap your ample arms around the protruding roundness of your stomach,gripping anything for comfort. Despite your poor attempt at comfort you still feel a sinking ball of anxiety fall lower into the never ending pit of your tummy.

You never thought that is ever growing ball of sensed doom could get any bigger,however once you arrive at your house and find the door to your house is barely ajar.  

Your heart booms and booms against it's confined cage. The hairs of the back of neck stand tall once you feel the familiar vibration of your phone shaking against your leg. A shaky hand reaches for the cellular device and you see the dreaded numbers.

Unlike last time,you made sure there's no room for blowing off a unknown number again. You answer,fear injecting your tone,"H-Hello?" You can practically hear the smile on the murderer's face,"Heya doll! You've been a good girl fa' us?" This voice...sounds different—raspy and deeper than the voice prior. This must the other half of Ghostface.

"Y-Yes." You answer. "Hmm...Don't sound so bummed out! It'll be good in a lil bit,okay?" You're off put by the shift in personality and tone. This Ghostface sounded nicer,less impatient and sadistic. Although the new voice is a scary find,it doesn't distract you from the slightly opened door to your home. "Did you come to my house?"

The question stands still,the man on the other line letting it cruelly marinate. "I dunno,why don't ya find out?"  A thin layer of anticipation sweat coats your face as you gulp down a wad of saliva. "I'm waiting inside,are ya really gonna make me be here all night?" It's whiny—his tone,almost childish. It reminds you of someone but you can't put your finger in it.

"N-No." You remark. "Yeah? Then,hurry inside. I gotta surprise for ya." Something told you that this surprise isn't something you'll be very glad to see. The images of someone's intestines lining your floor as some sick substitute for romantic rose petals—blood splatters coating the untouched decor instead of calming candles. Or worse,them waiting with knives in their hand preparing to torture you and mutilate your body.

What you find when you enter the invaded house isn't intestines,nor blood splatters. No,what you find is much worse than anyone's sick mutilation. Dozens of polariod pictures decorate the wooden floor. With each step you take it's like looking at a mirror full of past yous because all the images laid on the foundation are of you. Naked,clothed,changing,eating,sleeping—whatever a person's daily normal activities are all there right in front of you.

But what's really the icing on this fucked up cake,is the two bodies cloaked in black and elongated dramatic masks,standing there in the middle of splay of pictures. Ghostface.  The sights are so terrifying,so incredibly off putting that you don't know what to look at—the secretly taken pictures or the Ghostfaces that have ruined Morioh.

"Well are ya just gonna stand there or are ya gonna greet us?" The raspy voice rhetorically asks. If you weren’t suffering from shock you would’ve made the smart choice and walked over to them but you physically couldn’t move. Your body feels like a leaf struggling to fight the wind

— the trembling exuding from your nerves being unstoppable. “Aww she’s scared! We can’t just leave her like that.” The one who’s slightly taller says.

“Yeah,you’re right. Let’s make this easier for her.” The pair walk over to you and there’s so much tension. So much fearful curiosity on what’s going to happen to you. “P-Please…” That’s all you can mutter. Just please. Please what? Please don’t murder me? Please don’t hurt me? You don’t know what you’re asking for but you just wanted to stop whatever’s happening to you.

“ Josuke’s she’s pleading,I feel bad.” Josuke? Your Josuke? There’s no way you heard that right. A hard swat is heard,a harsh impact landing on the male’s arm. “Ya idiot! She was supposed to know after we were done! Fuck,you just ruined our plan.” The man you call a friend,the man who’s comforted you from Ghostface …is the one disturbing Morioh.

You want to be pissed,want to yell and scream and tell them what sick bastards they are. They only thing you can manage is a broken sob fleeing from your body. Hot tears soak your cheeks, the constant moisture never leaving. You can’t even bear to stand anymore,your knees giving out on hard wooden floor.

“Why?! Josuke,how could you?! Okuyasu why?! Just why?!” You cradle your hands in your face and just sob,letting snot and salty tears build up on the skin. Hard heavy boots stomp their way to your form and a gloved hand forces you to look up at a screaming mask.

“Don’t go pitying yourself. You should be thankful we did all this for you—because we love you. Don’t you realize how lucky you are to have two people so in love with you?” By now Josuke’s taken off his mask,allowing you to stare at his crazed expression. Okuyasu joins in,his bare face shown to you too,”Yeah! Me and Josuke are just doing this because we love ya! So just be a good girl like last night and everything should be good,m’kay?”

“You love me..YOU LOVE ME?!” You voice trembles with a mixture of rage and betrayal. “How can you even claim to love me when you hurt my community?! How do you even have the audacity to say such a thing when you’ve lied and manipulated me?! You two bastards are sick!” You’re about to stand up before Josuke’s strong hand shoots out and pushes your head down with a insane amount of strength.

“You’ve always been stubborn (Reader)…but if ya can’t see what we’re trying to do for you then fine. I didn’t want to be so rough with ya…only wanted to scare ya a bit and then fuck your poor little brains out but since you wanna be a bitch though we’ll do it the hard way.” Effortlessly,so easily he scoops you up and hauls you over his shoulder. You hang over his muscular back and scratch your dull nails through the fabric. It doesn’t seem to be effective and only manages to piss him off because he roughly spanks your slightly exposed bottom.

“Behave.” He warns. You whine at the impact but stop your physical protest. “Okuyasu go get the rope,she won’t stay still.” Chills crawl down your spine the moment he utters that and so…casually too. “Right.” Okuyasu stops following you two and goes back downstairs.

Josuke takes you to your room and plops you on the bed. You attempt to force out all the hatred and betrayal and..sadness you feel once you look at him in face again. He chuckles at that,seemingly amused by it. “You can never be mad at us—at me,you’ve always had such a soft spot for me and Okuyasu. So just accept whatever we give you,yeah?”

With that he pushes you flat on your back onto the springy mattress,his big hand cradling your wrists as he straddles you. He pulls something from his pants and once you see the reflective glimmer of a cool metal your chest starts racing up and down. “What’re you do—“ His gloved fingers mush your lips shut. “Shhh..just let me do it.”

He brings the knife down to your thin cotton tank top,the tip of the jagged knife circling your hardened nipple. “No bra?” He smugly asks. “Were you waiting for me and ‘Oku to ruin ya’re cunt?” You shake your head no and he chuckles. “What do that little phone call I gave you yesterday didn’t have ya pacing in excitement? Didn’t have your pretty fuckin cunt clenching around nothin?”

You ignore him yet he’s still amused. “It’s okay,sweet thing you don’t have to lie to me. I know how your body feels.” He continues his gestures,making sure the cool blade nips at your erect nipples. A small whine falls from your lips at the cold contact—sounds are pulled from you by the attention on your bare breasts. “Shit ya sound so good,ya know that? Fuck needa see your pretty titties.”

He quickly cuts open your shirt with the weapon,not caring about how dangerous the swift motions are. Josuke practically drools once he his dilated pupils lock onto your chest and tummy. “Fuck,Okuyasu better hurry up before I take you for myself…” His veiny hands grip the pillowy flesh rested on your chest,his flat finger nails digging into you.

Okuyasu comes barging into the room with a coil of rope and a cam recorder. “Noo you started without me!” He impatiently sets the items onto the bed and rushes over to hover over you. His eyes light up like a little kid in a candy shop once he lays eyes on you. “Ya’re so fuckin gorgeous (Reader)!” Impulsively his hand reaches over to touch your boobs,not even bothered by the fact that Josuke’s hands are over them.

“ Josuke move your hands,I wanna feel.” He complains. “Whatever…” He arises from his straddling position and walks over to the other side of the bed. Happily Okuyasu takes his spot and hops over your laying body. His face dives into your chest and whatever he’s doing feels so unbelievably nice. He suckles like a baby being nursed on your exposed nipples,rotating from your left to right one. He mushes and massages eagerly,loving the way you feel.

“You taste…so fucking good! I wanna know what that pretty cunt tastes like!” He pops off your tits so crudely but you can’t bring yourself to care. All you can even get out is small whimpers and grips on his hair. “Yeah,Okuyasu eat her cunt! I’ve been thinking about that since I called her. It’s so fuckin fat Okuyasu…and her little clit just throbs whenever you give it any attention.”

“Shit really? You’re a real lucky bastard Josuke,gettin to see her cummin on her fingers.” Josuke chuckles,”I think you’re the lucky one,you’re the one who gets to taste it first.” Okuyasu doesn’t argue that so he hastily pulls down your shorts and panties. “Spread your legs,baby.”

You do as he says,allowing him to slide off your clothes. He quickly slides down your body,making his way to your cunt. He pushes your thighs apart and whistles an appreciative tune. “Mmm..you weren’t lying,her pussy’s so pretty.” Without any warning he nudges his nose against your clit. Affectionately teasing the throbbing button.

He spreads apart your pussy lips even separating your thick pubic hair that’s stuck to the moisture of your cunt. He dives in with zero hesitation,wrapping his mouth around your hammering clitoris. You writhe and moan at his attentive behavior—everywhere,his tongue felt everywhere.

It felt like you couldn’t catch a break, every few minutes you were gasping and moaning,arching your back away from the bed. Okuyasu spits down your pussy as he sits up to look at you. “You look so fuckin cute. Josuke you gotta film this…look at her face—fuck I got so much pre cause of it.” He immerses himself back in between your legs this time scissoring two of his fingers into your accommodating walls.

His free hand clenches the hanging fat above your cunt,the harder he licks the more his grip becomes more rough. “Look at me,sweet thing..Look at the camera.” Josuke points the camera down at you with one hand,the other rubbing a painful looking bulge fighting against the fabric of his pants. You whine and whimper,” Y-Yasu! Don’t stop!”

Your encouragement only makes the tongue in between your legs move more passionately. It feels so good! So good! So good,that you can’t fight back the cascading tears falling from your eyes. “Shit—you feel so good that ya’re crying,baby? Yeah? You like Oku’s tongue on your sweet cunt?” The male leans down and lick away the salty tasting liquid from you plush cheeks. “Mmm..just everything tastes good about you.”

“Aaah! ‘Gnna cum! G’nna cum!” Slur after slur Okuyasu continues his aggressive attack on your sensitive pussy. You push away from his mouth,using your hands to uproot you from your place on your back however you’re met with big hands digging into the flesh of your wide hips. “Nu uh,don’t move away from him! You’re interrupting his meal. We can’t let ya do that…” Josuke sets the camera down onto bedside table and reaches for the discarded rope.

He swiftly bounds you by your wrists and softly pushes you back onto the bed. “Now be a good girl and take it!” He exclaims. By then Okuyasu seems to have found a special spot that would take you over the brink of pleasure. He curls his digits against the mushy spot and a loud hysterical scream falls from your lips.

You see black spots taking over your vision. You can’t hear anything,can’t even see,a mind numbing orgasm taking over all senses.

You’re so incoherent that you don’t even know how you’re sprawled out on your hands and knees. “Ya’re gonna take this dick,doll? Hmm,you want this fat cock hitting ya cervix?”

You look behind you and find Josuke positioned behind you.

“W-What??” Okuyasu hushes you by pushing the tip of his pre cum covered head against your lips. “Just enjoy it,doll face..Just enjoy it.” Is all you hear before the tip of his mouth enters your mouth.

You mumble around his tip right before Josuke mercilessly thrusts inside of your cunt. Your lips pop off Okuyasu’s tip in a surprised moan. “ Gentle! Be gentle! Fuck—omg!” Your moan against Okuyasu’s inner thigh,the toll of Josuke’s rough treatment becoming more obvious.

“C’mon baby,don’t ignore me! I need you…” Okuyasu whines. He nudges your mouth to his once more and this time you’re ready for it. You curl your tongue around the expanse of his shaft. You set a constant motion,bobbing your head halfway down his cock and jerking off what you can’t fit in your mouth.

Josuke seems to like the pace you’ve set and gyrates his hips into you each time you pull away from Okuyasu’s dick. In and out,in and out,that’s all you can think—feel about. It’s so euphoric,feels so new. Each time Okuyasu’s thick cock burns the back of your throat,Josuke’s cock deliciously drags against your clamping walls.

The man behind you has a death grip onto the fat of you wealthy hips. “Fuck,I’m gonna cum in this pussy! Gonna claim this pussy as mine! Shit!” His labored breath quickens the deeper and deeper he goes into you.

Okuyasu groans and forces your head further down his cock. You gag and grip the sheets as your back of your throat is constantly touched by his oozing tip. It’s too much! It’s too much to have them both focusing you on you at the same time.

You try to pull away to express the intense overstimulation you’re facing but a rough hand keeps you still. But what really sends you over the edge is when you feel two fingers reaching over you and circling your clit. “Mmhm! You’re so good,baby! Taking me so well!” Okuyasu compliments.

Josuke groans and mutter babbles of praises. It’s a mantra of noises,diluting the idea of time for you. You’re not sure if it’s been hours,minutes or mere seconds.

But still you find yourself so close to the brink of sweet paradise. “Such. A. Perfect. Fucking.Cunt.” Each word is emphasized with a balls deep thrust. You moan on Okuyasu’s cock,gripping the sheets underneath you.

You’re so close,so close! You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you! “Mmmf!” A shocked whimper is muffled by white hot liquid overflowing in your mouth. You don’t even have to process it before Josuke tightens his grip on you and mounts you like a animal in rut.

“Shit m’ gonna cum in ya! Want ya cunt to take every single drop!” He groans and leans against you,punching your cervix with the head of his fat cock. That’s when you can’t hold it anymore and you slump forward,finally letting go of Okuyasu’s member from your oral hold.

Josuke fucks you throughout your orgasm,every single thrust paired with filthy words. Finally at his last thrust his hips still as he releases a huge load into you. He huffs and huffs against your back,Okuyasu mimicking his actions as well.

And you can barely keep your eyes open—the vision offered to you being slowly whisked away. From then your whole surroundings disappear and everything doesn’t exist anymore…

Not even the fact that Morioh’s killers made you theirs…

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! So are comments!<3

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cw: minors dni. breeding kink but not in the sexy way. family life with lots of kids. domestic. goofy.

"izuku, hah- izuku... izuku!"

the last call of his name is shrill, and izuku finally stops grinding against you, pulling the weight of his large, muscled body from yours. the two of you acknowledge that he can't move very far away due to the tight dimensions of the small closet, and you pull at the collar of your blouse ever so slightly as the heat in your neck - especially where he just kissed - starts to slowly dissipate.

izuku frowns, looking down at you in the dim lighting and twists his mouth to the side. he frowns, yes, but he isn't upset, because your reservations just now do make sense - 1. that your kids will be home from school any second and 2. you have enough kids.

but he disagrees with the latter. yes, your family is large and there's already 8 of you total after 5 pregnancies including twins, but you look oh so pretty when you're pregnant, and the two of you can afford it, and you take pregnancy like a champ - your quirk makes recovery easy - so why not make another little midoriya with tiny feet and your big, bright eyes? it's not his fault that you're so cute and breedable!

but he can't force you, obviously.

you sigh and run your hands through your hair and look up at him. you hate that he's unfairly attractive and you hate that he's laying traps like this for you. you try to button up the rest of your blouse and adjust your bra, still thinking about the sting of his hickeys. there's already a wet spot in your panties that you should probably change quickly, and you can see him waist-banding his boner semi-grumpily.

"we ran out of condoms," you remind him.

"they're stupid. let me cum inside." he grumbles just as quickly.

"i'm tired of your babies, midoriya. this isn't even climate friendly!"

he sighs. "you know what's not climate friendly? latex."

"izuku."

he bites his lip.

"you don't even know if you'll get pregnant this time. your tubes are tied, remember?"

you give him a long look.

"my tubes were tied before we had the twins." you say flatly. he laughs for a minute but you look dead serious and he immediately returns his expression to neutral.

"you had a revision though... so?"

you narrow your eyes, then attempt to walk past him, but he's blocking the door, albeit now with a playful look on his face. you give him a look like you'll shove him out of the way if he doesn't move it soon.

"i'm not risking it, midoriya."

he pouts.

"but they look so pretty," he whines. "and you look so pretty-"

"you're not fucking me raw with that demon semen, and that's that."

he groans and moves to the side but doesn't follow you out.

you make exactly three steps, just to the door of your bedroom where you can lock it, and then come right back into the closet.

he blinks, and you give him an irritated look before lowering your panties.

"make sure you pull out."

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exactly 4 months later.

"did you see the new headline, rabbits?" katsuki says at the school bus stop, both hands occupied holding his just two, well-behaved children's hands. you glare daggers at him and don't bother answering, and then at izuku who smiles down at you.

a protective hand rests on your belly.

"can't stand you," you whisper to him through your teeth. he pats your back as your line of nearly identical curly green haired kids make their way onto the bus.

"you don't have to stand, i'll carry you."

"what the hell do you know about carrying?" you murmur under your breath. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"you're right. you know much better than i do."

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This made me fall deep for Baji, you captured his personality so well and the way you described the grassy knoll?! I felt like I was actually there.

Oh and the smut? So sweet and tender and the way he made love to us?! Top tier this was such a good read, I loved how Baji cut his hair because he thought it was our type jdjsidifi.

I would recommend this to anyone who likes Baji, this really is such a good fic, you did amazing on this and I can feel the love and hard work you sowed into this.

WHERE THE RIVER MEETS THE SEA

this has been a long, long time coming. hopefully it’ll live up to the obscenely high expectations i’ve set. agree or disagree, please reblog/comment/send an anon with your thoughts--but make sure you read the RULES of interaction first.

summary: your date stood you up… again. Don’t worry, though, Baji will be there to pick up the pieces, like he always is. The only question… what will you do when you find out his secret? wc: 15k (we don't talk about it)

cw: virgin fem afab!reader x virgin!Baji, a lil itty bitty baby bit of blood, somewhat public (initially), bc why not, marking, creampie, Confessions galore, somewhat gendered pet names (princess, babe, sweetheart), actually gendered pet names (one handful of "good girl," "pretty girl," and "my girl"), subtle yandere themes but not to the extent a DC label is needed—correct me if I’m wrong though—be nice if I missed something, this is my first time :) way too many words but c’est la vie such is the way.

dedication: Storm, my friend, your support and advice has made me a better writer. Without you, this would probably still be sitting in my drafts, collecting dust and every hateful thought I’ve ever had about my writing. Thank you for being you and all of your aid in getting this to where it is. 💛

Your coffee’s cold when you give up. Well—second coffee, to be precise; the first you’d ordered after Tadashi said he was a few minutes away. That one had grown cold too, but the barista, taking pity, had given you a piping hot refill—for free.

It feels like an insult when she offers you a third.

An hour and a half has passed since Tadashi said he’d be there, and… well, you were still kinda hoping he might show up. But when the manager approaches with a tight-lipped smile, not-so-kindly pointing at their hours plastered ever so neatly on the glass door and indicating they’re just a few minutes to closing, your hope ebbs entirely.

The heat in your cheeks could’ve rewarmed your cup—but not one to cause a scene, you offer a tight-lip smile of your own and apologize. You don’t explain that you were waiting for someone; the pitying look in the barista’s eye as she mouths sorry and slides the unwanted third cup your way says they know.

You slip into the bathroom, wondering how in the world you could be so stupid— again. This was your third first date in three months… and the third time in three months that you’ve been stood up. 

It hurts more when you check your phone. Two new messages from Emma, asking how it’s going and if you want to grab dinner to dish; one from Draken, asking if you can bring back a vanilla frappe and a triple dark roast espresso with two pumps of caramel; one from Baji, saying he might be late to pick you up, but he’d be there, and could you get him an order of whatever you’re having?

Nothing from Tadashi.

You don’t respond, instead letting your phone rest against the mirror while you stare at your reflection and try, desperately, to convince yourself it isn’t your fault.

Everything had been going great—you thought. You thought he really liked you, that he was excited to get to know you, and that this one, this one for sure would show up. You made jokes that he found funny, you were just the right amount of flirty, and you knew—thought—hoped—the picture you’d sent of your outfit (a simple sundress that accentuated your best features and wedges that made your legs seem endless) was enticing enough that he’d want to see it in person.

But here you are. Crying in the bathroom of a cafe you’ll never be able to return to, wondering how you’re going to explain to your friends that you got stood up.

Again.

Your phone starts to buzz. With a deep breath, you wipe off your dripping mascara. You force yourself to smile at the hollow reflection staring back at you, then answer with an overly-cheerful, “what’s up?”

“Kenny’s worried.” Baji’s familiar drawl echos, making the space seem even smaller. “I said he was being too overprotective, but—well, you know how he is. Said it’s his duty or some shit to make sure you’re okay. He tried to come down here himself, wanted to meet the guy trying to woo you—can you believe that? He actually said woo—“

“What do you want?” you interrupt. Too harsh, you realize when Baji doesn’t answer. “It’s just—I’m kinda in the middle of something, you know?” 

Baji takes a moment, then forces a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, the little princess’s got a date, we know. God, they wouldn’t let it go. You should be thanking me, ya know, I’m the only reason they’re not all crashing—”

“Baji.”

The line falls quiet. Then, softly, “where are you, y/n?”

You frown and start searching for your mascara. “At the coffee shop. Why, where are you?”

Another pause. This one heavier. With the phone tucked to one ear, you slowly swipe the wand over your lashes. It’s clumpier than you usually like, but it’s better than nothing—

“I’m outside.”

Fuck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he echoes. You mouth another fuck, heart plummeting, then start reapplying your mascara. More carefully, now that you’re out of time. “I, uh—I’ve been here. A while.”

“Oh… yeah?” you question, teeth starting to grind. “How long’s a while?”

Baji clears his throat. “Long enough. You gonna come out, or are ya gonna make me come in?”

Mascara gets tossed in your purse, gloss comes out. “You’re not exactly welcome in the ladies room, Baji.”

You can picture the dangerous curl in his smile when he replies, “not without an invitation, babe—why, you asking?”

Your laugh isn’t completely real, but not unnatural, either. You hover the gloss over your lips, and for a moment, you imagine what it’d be like. To sneak someone into the bathroom, kissing until your lips start to bruise, his hands playing with the hem of your dress, his lips marking your skin, his voice whispering your name…

You shake the thought away. There’s no point in getting your heart broken twice in one day.

“Three’s a bit of a crowd for a single stall,” you deflect. “Be out in a minute.”

Baji hums. Your gloss feels too thick, but you don’t take it off. You fluff your hair again, placing it the way you like, turning your necklace so the clasp faces the right way, lips smacking together once, twice, three times—

By the time you run out of things to do, you think you’re ready. You pick up your purse and give yourself a final once-over. Pretty, you think. Doesn’t look like you spent the last seven minutes sobbing in a public restroom.

When you exit, Baji’s still on the line, but he doesn’t hang up. You know, because the teasing, “well shit, babe, if I had known you’d worn that, I would’ve come two hours ago,” echoes; once from your phone, and the other from the man himself, standing right in front of you.

You laugh, and this one isn’t forced at all.

Baji’s smile gleams in the evening sun. A low wolf-whistle causes your face to warm pleasantly—the way it should have, when you met Tadashi. You take Baji’s extended hand, not flinching when his callouses rub against your soft palms. 

You’re used to their roughness. Much like the others, Baji’s always been a hands-on friend (and fighter), so over the years, you’ve gotten used to the various bumps, cuts, and jagged edges, to the extent that the only hands that’ve ever felt comfortable have been those rough ones, soft only for you. 

Baji spins you, over-exaggerating the way he checks you out. “Sweetheart, you’re going to stop traffic looking like that.”

“Oh, please,” you deny, but your smile hasn’t been this genuine all day. “Laying it on a little thick, Baj.”

“Only the realest truth for the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” is his sly reply, accompanied by a slyer wink. It’s his usual charm, but you’re oblivious to his sincerity, the way you always are. Baji pulls you into a tight hug and closes his eyes, and for a moment, he allows himself to pretend this was your intention all along; to wind up in his arms, with his compliments, by his side—the way it always seems to go after every failed date.

But you never say as much, and you always seem so genuinely excited for the next one that he’s never going to ask. Instead, he’ll take these moments. The ones where you turn to him for comfort, where he gets to hold you, your knight-in-shining-armor, and do all that he can to make everything better.

He’s so close that you almost miss his muffled whisper of, “fucking—stupid bastard. Doesn’t know what he’s missed.”

Your smile slips. Your thumb rubs against the back of his knuckles, familiarly cracked with scabs that never seem to heal. These are fresh, though; you can tell by how his hand darts to the back of his neck, preventing you from looking too closely. 

“Been up to no good?” you question with a raised brow.

“‘Course I have,” he responds easily, “you’ve been busy.”

Baji won’t meet your gaze. ‘If only you knew,’ he thinks—but he’ll never say it. Not that. Not to you. He shrugs off his black leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, fingertips lingering as he straightens the collar. His dark eyes flick to yours, a coy smirk almost hiding his guilt as he hopes beyond all hope you don’t see through him.

You almost do.

Not enough to call him out on it, though, so instead, you roll your eyes—but you can’t deny how this—him—is making everything better. He picks up the helmet he only brings when he’s driving you and puts it on for you, visor up so he can brush the hair out of your eyes. Baji offers a comforting smile, then juts his chin to his bike. “Wanna ride?”

The answer, of course, is yes; for him, it will always be yes.

Silently, you climb on and wrap your hands around him, chin tucking into his shoulder as if you were made to be there. He revs and pulls off, seamlessly weaving in and out of traffic. Your eyes close. The wind whips in your hair, and the familiar scent of nicotine, mint, and Baji’s crisp aftershave envelopes you. For a moment, you feel like everything’ll be okay. Your heart might hurt now, but after an evening with him, it’ll all be okay.

That’s the power of Keisuke Baji, though; the sense of embarking on your greatest adventure but feeling like being home, all at once.

It’s nearly sunset when he stops. Pulls up to the river, kicks the bike stand, then grabs your waist to lift you off the seat.

“I can do that,” you say, even as you let him lift you.

“More fun when I do,” he replies with an easy grin. Your feet hit the ground, but Baji keeps one hand around your waist. He takes off the helmet with the other and laughs when your hair flops out. Hurriedly you go to smooth it, but Baji catches your wrist after setting the helmet down. “You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”

He cages you between the bike and his hips with just a few inches of space—and suddenly, your heart starts to race. When did he get this close? How hadn’t you noticed the way his leg slid between yours? Why isn’t he taking his hand away? Why can’t you breathe?

Baji’s dark eyes dart between yours, then down to your lips, and for a second, for a split second, you think he’s about to kiss you—

“Not like anything can make it better now,” he smirks, and if it weren’t for how his fingers were locked in yours, you would’ve slapped him.

“Asshole.” 

Baji laughs, and you swear the moon shines a little brighter. You’re grateful that he turns to check out the area before he can see just how much of an impact his laugh has on you—though you don’t doubt that he knows. He’s Baji, after all, and you’re not blind (or deaf). He’s handsome, witty, flirty with anything that moves—and that laugh of his could bring even the tides to a standstill.

“Coast’s clear,” he says, looking back at you, a lazy smirk curling his features. It shouldn’t be a surprise, hardly any ever comes this far south of the city—but a few weeks ago, you’d accidentally stumbled upon a couple who were… not expecting company, to put it delicately, and ever since, Baji had been extra cautious to make sure it was just the two of you before getting settled.

He takes a few steps backwards, leading you to your spot; a grassy knoll that overlooks the river as it feeds into the darkened sea. The moon slowly rises over rolling waves while the sun, more a memory, sets over the river’s bend. It’s a secret, sacred place for the two of you, where heartache and daydreams don’t exist; only the moon, the tides, and each other.

Your stomach flips but you can’t tell why; this is exactly what happens every time you come here, from the way he helps you off the bike to how he stops you from picking at your appearance. The only difference is the way his hand is still wrapped in yours. 

You wonder if Tadashi’s would have been this warm. 

But Tadashi isn’t here—Baji is, and it’s Baji’s warm hands that always make things better. So you let him keep his hand in yours, even though you’re not sure you should, and you let him gently tug you along when you don’t move fast enough. Let him take his time in taking his jacket back, in spreading it on the grass before waiting for you to sit. You even let him settle next to you, instinctively leaning into the familiar comfort of his body and for a minute, you wonder how you ever could’ve wanted your day to end different.

Then Baji meets your gaze, smiles that sweet, genuinely kind half smile that he only shares with you, and you remember: Baji is your friend—and no matter how many heartaches he heals, that’s all he’ll ever be.

You can’t remember when things got so complicated.

When it was just you and Kenny, you’d sneak up to the roof of the brothel and watch the sun dip behind the buildings and talk about how one day, you’d get a house that was that color pink, and it’d be on the far side of Japan where you could watch the sunset from your porch and life would be good. The sunset was the only dream you’d ever need, and it would be good.

Then Mikey started coming. More often than not he’d fall asleep before the sun did, and on the days he didn’t—the roof felt too… small. The dreams, too… little. They evolved, from a porch where you could watch the sunset to a skyline that never sleeps.

Dreams change, and that’s okay… but a part of you aches for the time when the sunset felt like enough—when the family you had, the brothers you’d found and the friends you’d made—was enough. You still had the sunset, but rarely. More often than not, you were by yourself up there, or stuck to Kenny’s side somewhere out there, or brushing against Baji’s shoulder down here.

So these days, you prefer to watch the moon rise. There’s more comfort in a light to guide you through the night, rather than watching your dreams disappear with the day.

And you do, the way you do every time you’re stood up or don’t feel—enough. You sit beside Baji with the full moon crawling towards you, staring at the conjunction of the river and the sea, and focus on how you’re going to get through this.

Baji cut his hair since the last date—the last time you’d been stood up, you correct. Still long, but now only to the edge of his jaw, not mid-back like you were used to. The light is bright behind him, bringing out the warm undertones in his onyx hair. You can make out the scab on his cheek from a bar fight a few weeks ago; the scar on his nose from when Mikey split it the first time they fought; the tender bruise along his jaw that looks too new to have told you the story yet.

Instinctively, you reach for it… then chicken out, instead teasing the edge of his hair. You’re left wondering if an angel’s wings would be as soft.

Baji glances at you from the corner of his eye. “You don’t like it?”

“What? I didn’t say that.” Your hand falls back to your lap, eyes quick to follow. The light behind him is too bright—too blinding. Too much like a halo. It’s impossible to hide the truth from an angel, and you know you don’t have the right words to convey just how beautiful you find him. “Just… gonna take some getting used to. I don’t think you’ve ever had it this short.”

He scoffs. “Maybe at birth.”

The idea of baby Baji flashes through your mind; sweet, chubby cheeks, little fists flailing at the world. A tuft of hair, dark as his and long already, but when he opens his eyes, they’re yours—

“Why’d you cut it?” your voice is steadier than you expect. It does nothing to change your thoughts, especially when Baji’s slender fingers start pulling at grass, just the way a baby grasps what's in front of him.

He stares straight ahead, letting one hand splay by your lower back as he watches the green blades dance in the wind. “Figured it was time for a change.”

You hmm in acknowledgement, brain too traitorous to come up with anything other than, ‘I bet you were a cute baby’ or ‘you look handsome either way’ or, worst of all, ‘why would you ever want to change?’

He probably meant nothing by it. Baji’s as flexible as they come; sets his own hours at the shop, varies what time he wakes or goes to bed, never eats the same thing too many times in a row… there’s not much permanency in his life as it is, so it sticks with you that he still wants something different.

If he thinks you’re being weird, he doesn’t say so. He waits for you to speak, like always, and like always, you find yourself loving him a little more for it. Baji’s so—quick; to judge, to speak, to fight… but in these moments, when it’s the two of you and the moon and no one else, he’s not. He’s slow; slow to speak, slow to touch, slow to pull away…

Slow to make you wonder why you keep wasting time with boys who don’t deserve it when he might be enough.

The silence becomes too much; too easy to drown in. Too tempting to fill with all the wrong things.

“What happened to your jaw?” is the best you come up with.

It’s no surprise when he answers, “got into a fight,” but how he says it… how he immediately ducks his head and covers the darkening bruise with a broad palm, as if he’d forgotten all about it and wished you would, too… that makes you pause.

One tenet of your relationship is that you don’t lie to each other. There are often times you wish he would, like when Chifuyu teases him about the pretty girl at the pet shop who came back and asked for the number of the flirty hunk who sold her a dog collar and Baji admits she was pretty cute and he’ll take her to drinks tomorrow night, or when Kazutora reminds Baji that he promised to go on a double date with the twins they met clubbing so no, he can’t take a look at that leaky pipe in your bathroom—but you’d never say that. Not when he could, so easily, call you out for keeping your own.

So when he goes out of his way to not have to tell you the truth, you know better than to push.

“Did it hurt?”

Baji looks to you with a cocky smile. “You should see the other guy.” You snort. Baji knocks his shoulder into yours. “I’m good, really. Just… had some business, s’all.”

It’s supposed to be comforting, but it’s not. It only flares your curiosity… and honestly? Your annoyance. “I hadn’t realized a pet shop needed such security.”

Baji barks out a laugh. “I mean, you’ve seen how crazy some people get about their pets, ‘specially when they think Dr. Google is a better resource than Chifuyu’s degree… but nah, this was… off the books.” He catches your inquisitive gaze and offers a smile, but it’s more like a grimace in the lowlight. His hand creeps closer, fingers pressing into your back, and for a moment, you’re willing to let it go. He gently grazes the middle of your spine. “It’s done, alright? Finished. Won’t happen again.”

You know he’s lying because he holds you close, the way he only does when he thinks you’re about to leave.

But you don’t leave; you never leave. You just give him a withering glare you know he can’t see, then turn back to the ocean.

You hate this feeling. The one where the world becomes unsteady, and everything you’d been trying to keep buried since you were thirteen sneaks up on you. That horrid, awful, destructive fascination and jealousy and yearning that’s plagued you since Baji first bragged about stealing a kiss from the pretty girl that lived three floors above him and only gets worse every time he mentions someone new.

Going on dates was supposed to squash this. Meeting a nice guy, having a good time, and getting a kiss or two of your own was supposed to end this. This—obsession—you’ve had since the first time Baji said he hopes that one day, you meet the right guy and you accidentally thought, ‘maybe it’s you.’ Because at the end of the day, he’s the one who’s there. Not Tadashi, who couldn’t even be bothered to show up. Not Draken, who recently started putting Emma above all else (even you). It’s been Baji, your Baji, whose mere existence makes everything better, that’s been the last one standing.

You can’t ruin that. You can’t risk pushing away the only companion who still puts you first for something you’re positive you can find somewhere else.

At least, that’s what you have to tell yourself, as yet another date fails and Baji is here, again, picking up the pieces and making you feel more whole than when the day started.

The sky is nearly dark when you finally ask the question that’s been on your mind since the barista gave you that pity cup—the one that’s probably still sitting in the bathroom, the last witness to your heartbreak. Just as alone and unwanted as you. 

“What’s… wrong with me?”

Baji’s sharp. He alway has been, from the stern angle of his nose to the feral way his teeth carve like a predator’s. He watches everything—the road, the fighters, you—with a scrutiny that’s often clouded behind cheshire grins and snide quips.

But there’s nothing sharp about him tonight; only soft. Soft hands that gently grab your chin and force you to look at him. Soft breathes as he pulls you close. Soft words as he makes sure you hear him whisper, “nothing.” 

Baji’s eyes, dark and teeming with something you can’t place, move from one eye to the other; to the fingers on your cheek; to your tongue, wetting your lips. He leans in, forehead resting against yours as his hand slides back, gripping your hair like you're his lifeline and not the other way around, and you’re back to thinking okay, this is it, he’s going to kiss me, he’s finally going to kiss me—

But all he does is repeat, “absolutely—fuckin’ nothing, alright? And—‘n fuck whoever makes you feel otherwise,” before resuming his seat like nothing happened.

You let go of a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. It’s stale and hot and full of fury, your fury, and suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck you, Keisuke.”

“What?” Baji scrambles for your arm as you abruptly stand, too furious to even look at him. You rip away but don’t stop, trying to will the stupidness of—whatever this is—to go away, to release you so you can go back to feeling better and right and whole. “Wait—come on, I didn’t—what did I say? Did I do something? Where the hell are you going?”

“Forget it!” you snap. His every question—the fact he wants to make it right even though he’s the reason it hurts—just makes it worse. “Just—leave it alone, alright? It obviously doesn’t matter—” 

This time when he grabs your arm, he doesn’t let you leave. He pulls you in to him, nearly crashing you into his chest as he holds you in place.

“Damnit, y/n, what the hell? What did—why are you being like this?” For the first time tonight, he meets your eyes without falter. He tucks a hand under your chin, all but pries your eyes open himself to search for what you're hiding. You try shrugging out of his iron grip, but he’s too strong. “What did I do?”

“Nothing—” You’re horrified at the way your voice cracks. “Fucking—nothing, Baji, you did nothing—“

“Then why’re you so fucking mad, hunh? Why’re you acting like I’m the bad guy here?” His fingers tighten. It would’ve hurt, if you weren’t so angry. “I’m not the asshole who stood ya up—I’m not the one who’s been dickin’ everyone around, pretending like everything’s fine when I know, Draken knows—even fuckin’—Pah-chin—can tell that something’s wrong—“

“You’re calling me an asshole?” you gasp incredulously. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Yes!” he retorts hotly—then, upon realizing how horribly angry you’re growing, quickly backtracks, “I mean—no! Actually, no, you know what, I did mean yeah, because guess what, princess? You are acting like an ass! You’ve got—all these people who wanna be here for you, I want to be here for you, and all you’re doing is getting mad at me for it—”

“What do you want me to say, Baji?” It’s useless, trying to get free, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. “That I’m—heartbroken—at being stood up—again? That I’m done with dating, that I’m giving up, that everyone fucking sucks but I must suck worse—”

“They don’t deserve you—”

“Like hell!” Your tone is scalding. It must burn him just as bad, because a single lapse in his grip lets you rip your arm away. “That’s the whole goddamn point of dating, jackass, to figure out who’s worth what—and all this has shown is that I’m not worth it, to anyone.” You slam your hands against his chest, tears stinging your lash line. If you weren’t so angry, you might not have missed how his face falters when you push him away. “And you just—sitting there, and—and holding me like that, and—and telling me that I’m not the problem when I’m the only common denominator—you’re such a fucking liar—”

“You think it’s any easier for me?” he’s quick to yell, frustration making him bare his teeth like fangs. Anyone else would’ve cowered—but you stand your ground. Place two hands on his chest and shove, hard, forcing him back as he continues, “you think it’s any easier to see you gettin’ your hopes up, to freak out over what to text, what to wear, what to do—all for those fuckin’ dickweeds? Hunh? Guys who can’t even—spell your name right, or remember what your favorite flower is, or fucking—show up? You think it’s any fucking easier seeing you so goddamn upset over someone who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you, let alone spend time with you–be with you? Because it’s not, sweetheart!”

The sweet pet name that usually makes your heart skip a beat only aggravates you further. Your hands go from shoving to slamming, open palms against the hard muscle of his chest—but he doesn’t even flinch. Just catches your wrists before you can do it again and stares, like you’ve started speaking in tongues. “Oh, poor Baji, must be hard, hunh, thinking no one’s good enough, thinking everyone’s so lucky as to have people throwing themselves at them left and right—but newsflash, Keisuke, not all of us are like you! Not all of us have the ability to pick whoever we want, some of us actually have to work at it—“

“Stop working on the wrong guys then!”

“You’ve never even met them, how would you know—“

“Because they let me stand in the way!”

The world stills. 

You can’t place why; why this feels like a sucker punch, why your heart is suddenly skipping beats–why you can’t tell if this hurts. Not until Baji’s grip tightens, then his eyes widen, and you have a sneaking suspicion you know where this is going—but still, you ask, “what?”

He doesn’t respond. He can’t.

He lets go of you, though every fiber in his being begs him to stay. He takes a step back, though his heart pleads for him to wrap you in his arms and hold you close and tell you the truth, about what he did, why he did it, why he can’t bring himself to regret it…

He has to turn his back to you, to stare at the waves crashing along the sand as he tries to process just how badly he’s fucked this up and if there’s any possibility for redemption. It’s too late to lie. Too late to try and salvage this.

He’s made his bed; it’s time to lie in it.

Baji sighs–or something close. Something choked, not quite a laugh but also not quite a sob. Something is stuck in him, and even with the ice in your veins, you piece it together. Somehow, this—the failed dates, the heartache, the loneliness—it's all his fault.

Still, you have to ask. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You try making the venom in your voice match that in your blood, but you can’t. Not when he looks so—defeated. He runs his hands through his hair, doing a miserable job of either pretending he can’t hear you or attempting to buy enough time to come up with a plausible lie—though you don’t need him to. Not when his actions say enough.

It’s your turn to reach for him. Your turn to grab his arm, to keep him in place. You want to hold on to your anger, but the way his hands are shaking makes it impossible.

You draw him close, voice gentle as you say his name. You reach for his cheek, keeping his hands still with one of yours, and you tilt his head; he lets you tilt his head so that he has no choice but to look at you. 

When your gazes meet, you wait.

“I had to,” he eventually says. His voice is steady, but his hands aren’t. His fingers wrap around your wrists tightly, as if he’s afraid you might try leaving—but your grip on him is equally tight. “They weren’t good for you. They were jerks, and they were only going to break your heart, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not to you. I had to—I had to.”

“Had to… what?” He doesn’t answer, not until you prompt, “had to what, Baji?”

“Don’t—” he breathes. “Don’t… call me that.” His eyes close, and he leans into the palm on his cheek. For a moment, you pretend that he’s memorizing the feel of you, as if he’s scared to lose you—but that can’t be it. Keisuke Baji isn’t afraid of anything.

You’re not sure what’s more painful: the knots in your stomach or the hope in your heart. “Tell me what you did,” you muster up. “Keisuke, tell me what you did.”

When his eyes finally open, all of his anger is gone. In its place is something you’ve rarely seen, and even rarer directed at you: desperation.

“I stopped them.”

For a moment, all you hear is your own heart… then the waves of truth come crashing down.

“I—I found them, and I swear on my life, on your life—I only meant to talk to them, to figure out if—if they had good intentions, if they were gonna treat you right—but they all sucked, y/n, they were awful—going on and on about how they were—how they wanted to—to fuck you, just to say they could—or they weren’t—serious about how they felt and I couldn’t—I couldn’t let them do that, I couldn’t let them hurt you like that, so I… I hurt them first. Not—not much, just enough so they’d—get the idea. Leave you alone. Stay away from my girl—”

He cuts himself off, and for a moment, you’re frozen. You don’t know what to do, what to think—is this real? Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Does he really mean it?

Baji’s voice cracks when he says your name.

“Y/n, listen—listen to me,” he pleads. His forehead presses against yours. Your cheeks grow wet, though you can’t tell if that’s because of you or him. “You are—the most amazing person in this whole freaking world. You get that? You’re—smart, and pretty, and so fucking funny and—and anyone who can’t see that is an idiot. And it fucking—kills me—that you’ve got it in your head that what these—stupid pricks think is the only thing that matters, because it’s not. It’s never mattered. The only thing—the only thing that has ever mattered… is you. Okay? You.”

Your throat closes. Your hands reach for his, catching only wrists as he cradles your face, trying to ground yourself in this moment. In all the things he says and all the things he doesn’t; in the silent, desperate dream that refused—refuses—to die, taking over you once more.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” His lips are so close, they brush your nose. “I’d say I regret it, but I don’t, because— you deserve better. You deserve the world, if you want, or—or the moon and all the stars, and—and unless they’d get it for you, they don’t deserve you. Okay? None of them deserved you.”

You’re just a hair away from kissing him, from caving to the impulses you thought were dead and gone and hopeless all these years, and the worst possible sentence sinks out: “you’re an idiot, Kei.”

Then you lean forward and kiss him.

In an instant—you feel whole. You feel right, in a way you haven’t since you decided you never had a chance with him; in a way you’ve been searching for in the words of all the others who’d let you down, who’d broken your heart and always, always, always led you back to moonrise with Baji, back home—

Baji jolts. He pulls away and stares at you with a wild mixture of shock and confusion. His fingers ghost his lips, only to draw back as he stares at them, then at you, then back at them, like he can’t quite comprehend this hand is attached to his body—like you were. Like you want to be, like you thought he wanted to be, like you thought he was asking you to be—

Your heart plummets as he just—stands, no witty quip or teasing remark at the ready. No lines to read between; no phrasing to draw false confessions from; nothing other than the stillness of the night, and the pounding of your heart.

“Wait—” you shrink as you realize just how hoarse a single stolen kiss has left you. “I thought—please, Kei—”

A flicker of… something dances in his eyes, and then—he watches you. Studies you, with the same scrutiny he holds before a fight or when picking apart a bike to see what parts are broke and what can be saved.

“Say it again.”

It’s your turn to blink; your turn to have wide eyes and parted lips, to study him like you’re not sure how to fix it. “I don’t—“

“My name,” he says, and your heart starts to leap. “Say my name, sweetheart.”

“I say your name all the time, Keisuke.” You’re barely above a whisper. Barely above the fear that this time, he’ll break your heart and there’ll be no one to pick up the pieces because—you ruined this.

“Not like that,” he breathes. You forget how to. “Say it like it means something. Like—you don’t hate me. Like—”

“Kei,” you interrupt, hands coming to cradle his cheeks as you read between the lines, “I forgive y—”

He doesn’t even let the final word form before his lips are on yours. Hard, aggressively melding like he’s worried you might change your mind and wants to milk every second out of this as he can—but you reciprocate just as desperately. Keisuke’s hands wrap around you, one gripping the base of your neck and the other resting on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His mouth opens, teasing your lips apart as you trade air, fingers digging into your soft skin like it’s the last thing he’ll ever touch.

You pull away first, and that’s only because your lungs are aching—not that you mind. The pain helps make this feel real. 

For once, Keisuke’s grin doesn’t seem mocking. He moves a hand to cradle your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that, sweetheart.”

“Not as long as I have,” you admit with a breathy laugh. Your hands lock around his neck, fingers playing with his hair, and you realize you’re smiling.

You kissed. Keisuke kissed you, you kissed him—everything makes sense. Everything is right, and with the moon and tides as your witness, everything is good again.

“Can I…” Keisuke starts, eyes flicking to your lips in an unspoken question. You finish his sentence with a kiss.

“You can always kiss me, Kei,” you say. “You don’t even have to ask.”

There’s the grin you recognize; the scheming, teasing grin that always makes your stomach flip in a way you thought meant he’s up to no good, but now realize as a sign you’d fallen for him long ago. 

“Oh, yeah?” he questions, brushing his lips against yours. “Only here? Or can I kiss… here?” He moves to the corner of your lips, then to the hollow of your cheek as he continues, “and… here? And maybe…”

He trails off, and he trails down, letting his lips drag against your cheek while his hand keeps you firmly in place, lips going done to your chin, down the column of your throat and back up. Your breathy yes would be pathetic—if it ever made it out. All that escapes is a breathy groan of displeasure when he stops, teasing lips hovering just above your own. “What’s that, babe? Want me t’stop?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

Your hands tangle in his hair, lips melding as your make-out turns heated. He slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, silently asking you to open—and you do. His hands curl around you, bringing you closer until there’s no space left between you.

Something digs into your leg. Something hard and unmistakable, and it leaves you grinning deeper than Kei.

You break away, laughing at his whine of protest and briefly glance down. Keisuke follows your eyes and is quick to splutter a nervous chuckle, hands dropping as he tries to step away with a short apology—though the way you catch his belt loops stops him. “Shit—sorry, I didn’t—I just—it’s your fault, y’know—“

“Shut up,” you giggle and drag him back. Now, you kiss him; once, twice, then a third before trailing your lips along the sharp ridge of his cheekbone, along his temple, to his ear. “How about you take me home, Kei?”

Keisuke’s whiplash nearly hurts you. His eyes, big and brown and wide, stare like you’ve grown an extra head. His hands shakily splay against your back, as if he wants to keep you close but he’s not sure he’s allowed to. His voice wavers slightly when he asks, “but I thought… aren’t… I mean, isn’t this… what you wanted?”

Slowly, you nod. Even slower, you pointedly look at the space between you, bridged only by the tent of his black pants. You smile at the sweet way a blush covers his cheeks, and risk slowly trailing your hand along his belt until your fingertips are hovering over that stupid, shiny, obnoxiously big belt buckle you always tease him for.

“I want you, Keisuke, and I want you to take me home.”

He doesn’t need more encouragement. 

Keisuke’s kisses grow fiercer. He devours you, never once breaking contact as his hands slide to find firm purchase on the back of your thighs. With ease, he lifts you atop his bike, setting you in front of him and stepping between your spread legs. The hem of your dress slides up with his calloused palms, collecting in a bunch then pooling down to protect your modesty as he finds two handfuls of ass. He gives a squeeze, eliciting a delighted gasp from you, then pulls back with a toothy smile.

“Then have me, sweetheart. Always been yours, anyways.” 

Your stomach twists, the way it always does when he looks at you like that, and you like it. It makes sense, it feels right—and you don’t have to pretend to justify why it makes your panties wet.

“Gotta—gotta get home—“ you try saying, but Keisuke’s hands have a mind of their own. They’re the only reason you’re still upright as he starts kissing along your neck, carefully grazing his sharp teeth but never once digging in. Your arms lop around him, digging into his scalp and shoulders as he finds this one spot that makes you moan, and you almost curse him for what that smile has done to you.

“Fuckin’—insane—if you think I'ma make it,” he mumbles into your skin, and you think you finally understand how some people can climax from someone’s voice alone.

You laugh and intend to push him away and demand that he do, that you have to, that you need to, because this—isn’t like you, you’re not one to get hot and heavy like this, certainly not in public—

But you can’t think straight. Not when Keisuke’s hands are kneading your ass, pinching and releasing like he can’t decide if he wants to hold on forever or explore somewhere new. Not when his teeth nibble your neck, and you shudder at the unbelievably primal sensation running through you.

Not when the unmistakable hardness of Keisuke’s boner finds home between your thighs, and he starts bucking his hips. It’s subtle, and he doesn’t tease you for the pathetic way you start whimpering. He focuses on continuing to explore the expanse of your otherwise untouched skin, while all you can do is revel in the way your high starts building.

You’ve been kissed before, on the lips and neck and once a little lower, but no one’s ever done this to you; pressed against your collarbone. Moved your neckline aside to suck on the fat of your breast. Left a mark that’ll last longer than a minute. For a moment, you wonder if you should tell him he’s the first, but when the zipper of his pants starts catching your clit, the only thing you’re able to do is moan his name.

Loudly.

Breathy and passionate and different than before, and he pauses. Lifts his head from your collarbone, a thin tendril of salvia keeping his lips still attached to the sensitive skin you know will bruise. He lets one hand trail up your side and cup your face, staring like this might be the last time he ever sees you, all while his hips continue to rut against you.

“Say it again,” he breathes, thumb catching your bottom lip. “Just—just like that.”

“Kei,” you repeat, giggling at the way he brightens and starts kissing you, “we need to go home—now.” For good measure, you boldly let your fingers slide to the edge of his belt buckle, in case he needs some more convincing. His free hand darts to yours, but he doesn’t stop you. He laces his fingers in yours and guides you, letting you palm at his thick hard-on. He lets out a low groan and drops his head from your lips to rest at your chest, just above the collar of your dress. You card one hand through his hair, the other applying light pressure to the (you assume) very painful ache between his legs—and not at all because you know, if he kept bucking into your core the way he just was, the way he keeps doing against your palm—you wouldn’t be able to make it home, either. “Take—take me home, Kei—”

“Not—” he huffs. His grip on your ass tightens, but you can barely feel it. Not when Keisuke whines, low and needy, teeth coming out to nip at your breast, and all you can focus on is the ache between your own legs, getting even worse as his hips start moving faster, forcing the back of your hand against your cunt as you continue to palm him. His hips don’t stop; they push against you so fiercely, so desperately, that you cave, taking away your hand so there’s nothing between you but your clothes. 

You’re on the precipice in minutes; hands digging into his shoulders as you choke on a sob, pleading with him to go faster, to not stop, to keep making you feel good—and it’s made all the worse when he does, pressing his throbbing erection even harder against your soaked panties, all the while pleading into your skin, “can’t—can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t—y/n—“

You gasp when his teeth break skin.

Keisuke’s hips still. Warm air saturates your chest as he groans into it, and for a moment you’re frozen. Your whole body aches, and you want to scream at the cruel way your orgasm was stolen—but you’re too in shock that he got you there that fast, that easily. Something warm trickles down your cheeks, between your breasts—blood? saliva? tears?—he doesn’t move. You don’t move. You’re not even sure he’s breathing, until his shoulders heave and your skin is warmed once more. A slight burn starts to spread across your chest, and when you open your mouth to ask him why the hell he stopped—all that comes out is his name.

You say it softly, then a little louder, but it’s not until you grab his face and force him to look up that he speaks—but his eyes are fixed firmly on the reddening bite mark forming atop your breast.

“M’sorry…”

A mean part of you wants to tell him he owes you a lot more than sorry, but the way his lower lip disappears as he nervously chews on it has you choosing otherwise. “It’s okay,” you comfort instead, “it didn’t hurt that bad.”

Keisuke grimaces. “No, I—” 

He sighs, head dropping back to your chest. Both arms wrap around your waist, and he presses a light kiss to the place he’d just bitten; the only way he probably figures he can keep close without meeting your gaze. He mumbles something, but you only know because you feel his lips moving.

“Can’t hear you…” you try prompting, but it only makes him snuggle deeper. He sighs again, loud and warm and in a way you’re familiar with—the way that really means, I can’t believe I have to do this… “C’mon, Kei, don’t you want to take me home?”

“Ididntmakeit.”

You have never, ever, in your life ever seen Keisuke embarrassed. Not when he told you about needing Chifuyu to tutor him post-juvie; not when he failed his college entry exams; not even when you accidentally walked in on him showering (in hindsight, he was probably a little too comfortable with how long it might’ve taken you to leave).

This was the man who went skinny dipping for fun. He’ll order fruity drinks for his friends who are too embarrassed to do it themselves. His approach to a lost fight is to get a rematch, not pretend it didn’t exist, and even in mundane moments that have you at a loss for words, like mistaking someone’s name or forgetting a face, Kei’s always quick for a retort or defense or a smile that makes everything better.

Keisuke Baji doesn’t get embarrassed—but that’s the only word that fits. His cheeks are redder than you’ve ever seen, his breathing faster than his pulse. His eyes refuse to meet yours, and his fingers knead into clumsy, nervous patterns along the side of your thighs.

Then he takes a deep breath, and with one shaking hand, he slowly brings your palm to the crotch of his pants… that are now sticky.

Your eyes widen, and you’re almost too late to choke down a gasp. Kei’s eyes close, and he ducks his head in shame. “I didn’t—I mean, I haven’t—you're just—I’m so sorry—”

“Why?” It sounds curt, and you don’t intend it to. Better than laughing, you reason—although you will absolutely get him for this later… when it stops feeling like the most humiliating thing in the world.

Keisuke swallows. “I haven’t ever… you know.”

“What, cum early?” It’s cruel to tease, you know that, but you can’t stop the slight satisfaction that you—you—are able to bring a man like Keisuke Baji to his knees.

“No! I mean—no, I…” Kei looks out to the ocean, fingers still anxiously kneading into your thighs. The temperature drops, though you’re not sure if it actually does or you’re just feeling like it as you try to understand what’s happened, what’s happening—what you’re to do next. His jaw clenches and he tries to pull away from you, but you don’t let him. You wrap your legs around the backs of his thighs, keeping him in place.

“Kei…” you say softly. You don’t force him to look at you. Instead, you let your fingers trail up his abs, curling around his neck so you can rest your forehead against his temple and kiss his cheek. “I don’t care. Just means you gotta make it up to me—”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

You’re grateful he doesn’t look at you, because you’re not able to control the utter shock coloring your face. How is that possible? You’ve heard the whispers when you go out; you’ve seen the looks. At parties or bars or clubs, he’d find a pretty thing and disappear, and you assumed you knew what happened behind those closed doors—because why, why, why would you want to ask about that? 

The others didn’t dispel it, either; in fact, they’d constantly rip on him for his… gift, and Keisuke never fought back. He’d just smirk and wink and say, “it’s never disappointed,” and by the time you’d turned red, thinking about when you caught him in the shower and knew what they were saying was true, they’d moved on to taunting someone else.

So how the hell is it possible that Keisuke’s a virgin—and, more importantly, how didn’t you know?

You’re not sure how long it takes you to recover. If he were to ask, you’d say you were just waiting for him—because when you do speak, it’s only when Keisuke turns to you with narrowed eyes, an apprehensive blush clear on his face. 

“Wanna know a secret?” you ask, forcing a teasing lilt to your voice—though your stomach twists. This isn’t exactly the way you wanted to tell him, and for a flash, you think of how disappointed he might be to learn the truth. 

But when he meets your gaze, eyes wide and focused entirely on you, somewhere between hopeful and nervous, you know it’s for the best. Your smile is sweet, but not as sweet as your lips when you kiss the crinkle between his eyes. He immediately relaxes, hands stilling as he leans into you. “Neither have I.”

He straightens and pulls far enough away so he can examine you. For a minute, your confession hangs between the two of you, then Kei starts floundering, “but I thought… you said… but he… what about your ex?”

You shrug, your own cheeks starting to flush. “It never felt right.”

Keisuke blinks. His mouth parts, eyes darting between yours like he’s waiting for the gotcha!, but all he receives is the embarrassed way you can’t meet his gaze, feeling as if you’ve somehow let him down. You squirm, his warm hands still atop your thighs sending butterflies to your stomach, and shrug again. “I dunno, I just—didn’t think it was fair. Doing that with someone, when all I could think about…” you swallow, lips twisting as you debate whether or not to tell him the truth. 

He catches your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Think about what, sweetheart?”

The way he asks tells you he already knows; but like earlier, when you knew and had to hear it anyway, he needs you to say it, too.

So you take a steadying breath. You gently trail a finger down the side of his jaw, and you make yourself smile as you say, “you, Kei. It didn’t seem right if it wasn’t you.”

This time when he kisses you, it’s slow. He takes his time in tasting you, in savoring the moment. He lets you guide where his lips go, how his hands wander, and he waits for you to pull back before he suggests, “how about I take you home now?”

Your stomach flutters. Fingers knot at the base of his skull, and slowly, a smile spreads on your face. 

“I’d like that.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your temple. You can feel the joy in it, one that doesn’t fade for either of you as he unhooks your legs so you can properly straddle the bike, then tucks the helmet on you and pops on himself.

“Hold on,” he calls as he revs the engine, “might be goin’ a bit faster than usual.”

“Don’t worry,” you laugh, and even though you know he probably can’t hear you, you add, “I’m never letting go.”

You make it to Keisuke’s apartment in seven minutes flat—which, normally, would leave you terrified, given his place is twenty minutes from your spot, but you doubt that’s what’s got your heart racing. He barely gives you enough time to take the helmet off before his hands are back on you, easily scooping you up and carrying you up the stairs. You bump into a few walls, and the way you’ve got a loose grasp on his helmet sends it craning into his back just as often, but neither of you care. Between fits of giggles and cautious glances to make sure he’s not about to walk you through a glass door (or down a stairwell), you kiss like it’ll be the last time you ever get the chance to.

“Anyone home?” you mumble into his lips. He slams you against the front door of his shared three-bedroom apartment, using his hips to keep you up while he tries to find the lock by memory.

“Nope,” he replies, lips busy with your skin, fingers fumbling uselessly behind you. “Stupid—fucking lock—told Tora to leave it—never fuckin’ listens—”

“Relax,” you laugh, although that’s rich coming from you. Your legs tighten around him as you break free from his kiss, instead sucking along the column of his throat. Freeing his face is supposed to give him enough room to actually look for the lock, so the two of you can stop dry-humping in the hall and finally get the privacy you need—but like always, Keisuke does the unexpected.

He throws his head back and moans, giving you more access to leave a matching hickey—and you’re not strong enough to resist the temptation. A whine starts in his throat, from where you’re sucking on his pale skin. The keys clatter to the ground.

“Keisuke,” you scold—but before you can tease him for being in a rush, his lips are back on yours.

“Never gonna make it,” is his only defense.

“Gonna—gonna have to,” you reply, but every time you try pulling away or reach for the keys yourself, he grabs you. Wraps your wrists in his rough hands, pins them to the door beside your head, and leans so far forward that, even with your limp legs, he’s able to keep you up himself. “Kei—“

“So help me sweetheart,” he warns, hips rolling against yours with a sense of urgency only outmatched by his kiss, “if you keep saying my name like that, I swear to the gods I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

“So help me, sweetheart,” you shoot back, breathy and hot as you try to avoid the way his lips chase yours, “if you don’t get me inside right now, I might let you.”

He freezes. Pulls away from the delightful bruise he’d just been leaving below your ear and stares at you with a mixture of awe and utter delight. “Really?”

You swat the back of his head. “No, dumbass, open the fucking door.”

Keisuke’s lips, pink and bruising slightly, twist in a pretend pout as he squats. He keeps one thick palm under your thigh, keeping your leg wrapped around him as he snags his keys. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“Says the guy who does—that,” you try scoffing, but you’re cut off with a moan when Kei stands and bounces you against his hips. His boner is back and harder than before, pressing into your core, the messy, wet mix of your drenched panties and his earlier cum making a lewd sound in the otherwise silent hallway. 

“Does… what, babe?” he teases. “C’mon, finish that sentence.” 

You don’t know how he finds the focus to actually find the lock this time, but you thank every deity in the world that he does—because it takes just a second, a single, solitary second for him to jimmy it in, slam the door open, and you’re finally alone.

The door frame rattles. Something falls, but you can’t tell if it’s the mirror you insisted he hang above the entry table you insisted he get or if it’s the rickety old coat rack Chifuyu said would ‘class up the joint’; all you know is that as soon as the key is in, Baji’s hands are back to cradling your thighs for support as he crosses the threshold. 

You reach for the door, but he catches it with his ankle and slams it shut, quickly spinning to pin you against it.

“Really—” you pant, “really got the place—to ourselves?”

“Mhm,” Keisuke confirms. He leans into you, palms rubbing along your thighs until they get to your knees, silently asking you to wrap tighter around him. You do, and the moment he feels your ankles cross at the small of his back, his hands move to your waist. “Told ‘em—needed space.”

“Oh?” you question, your hands reaching for the hem of his shirt and tug, tug, tugging—���And when’d you do that?”

He reaches behind his head and yanks his tee off, tossing it carelessly into the darkness of the apartment. You hadn’t even paused to turn on the lights.

“After I saw Tadashi.” You can tell he’s grinning, especially as you drag your nails along the chiseled plane of his abs. His hands slide up your torso, thumb rubbing your stomach through the thin cotton of your dress, grazing the underwire of your bra. “Told Tora this one wasn’t gonna work, either, ’n he said I should just tell ya the truth, 'cause he couldn’t watch me mope around all night again—”

“Mope?” you tease. Kei’s fingers dig in. “Kazutora accused you of moping?”

“Well—shut up!” he whines. “You try watching the person you’re in love with go out with guys who don’t deserve them and tell me you wouldn’t start moping either—y/n? Why… are you looking at me like that?”

Your eyes are wide. Your hands go limp, the helmet falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Your lips part to say… something, but you’re not sure what.

Keisuke’s told you he’s loves you a thousand times; the brief ‘kay love ya! before he hangs up; the gentle love you, see ya tomorrow whenever he’d bring you home; the drawn out gods I love you after you’ve surprised him with his favorite meal—but none like this.

None so… blatant. So unmistakable.

Kei stares at you curiously, as if he isn’t even aware of what he’s just said. He repeats your name, hands leaving your waist to catch your chin.

“You’re… in love with me?” 

Keisuke blinks.

For a moment, you think you must’ve misheard, he must’ve misspoke, you must have misunderstood—but a brilliant smile breaks his face, and he nuzzles his nose against yours. “‘Course I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I’ve been in love with you, and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you—”

You kiss him.

The gentlest one yet. The way you always dreamed your first one would be; soft, sweet, lips pressing together while your hands held him close. Heartbeats synching. The world falling away as it’s just the two of you, in this moment, endless and forever.

There’s only one thing to say when you pause: “I love you too, Keisuke.”

Your teeth knock together as Keisuke can’t contain his smile, either. Hands move, one around the small of your back and the other under a single thigh. Your lips never part as he carries you to his room.

He sets you at the foot of his bed and stands above you. His chest heaves, bare and flushed with need. Your hands slip from his neck to his bed to keep yourself propped up, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. Keisuke’s hands travel to your knees, and he just—stares.

He loves you. How could he not, with the way that pretty dress puddles on his mattress, exposing nearly all of your leg but hiding what he’s been waiting for his whole adult life? How could he not, with the way his spit makes your collar glistens in the moonlight, filtering in from behind those sheer curtains you insisted he get? How could he not love the way you say his name, reaching towards him, fingers catching on his belt buckle as you ask him if he’s ready?

“Not yet,” he whispers. The hoarseness of his voice, the way it’s dropped several octaves from merely seeing you on his bed, sends a jolt of electricity through you. You’re about to ask why, but the reverence in how he’s looking at you makes you not want to break this spell.

He trails his fingers along your calves. Gently, he unhooks your legs from his waist. His fingers shake as he struggles with the straps of your heels, but when you go to help, he catches your wrist. 

“No,” he repeats, “not yet.”

You keep quiet and merely watch as your best friend, the man of your dreams, takes his time in undressing you. One wedge, then the other, falling off your feet with a dull clank! on the carpet. Keisuke kisses your ankles, then starts kissing up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs—

The anticipation has you dripping. Your thighs instinctively clench when he gets to your hem, hands curling into fists by your sides. Your panties are uncomfortably glued to your cunt, sticky in a way you’ve never been before, and he’s not even lifted your dress to see yet.

Keisuke rests his chin atop your thigh. “Please,” he pleads—pleads—“Let me—baby, let me. I wanna taste you.”

Today is not the day you learn to refuse him.

Your muscles shake from anticipation as you slowly spread your legs, but that’s not enough for him. “Baby, no, I—I wanna hear you say it.” His voice is soft, shaky. A little hesitant, as if he’s not sure if this’ll ruin the moment but he knows he has to be sure—he has to hear you say it… if only to revel in the desperate way you say his name. 

“Keisuke, please… whatever you want, have it. Just—touch me, Kei, please, I need you—“

“Need you too, sweetheart,” he praises, running his lips along your thigh. “Gonna—gonna have you now, okay?”

His fingers still shake when he lifts your dress, exposing the black lace of your panties to him. At first glance, he can’t tell that they’re absolutely soaked—but that doesn’t stop the way you start to squirm in embarrassment as he just… stares. His thumbs dig into the fat of your hips, broad palms keeping your thighs spread and pinned to the bed.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s not breathing.

“Kei?”

He doesn’t look up. 

His grip gets tighter. His eyes narrow. Before you get the chance to ask him what’s wrong, he growls, “you wore these for him?”

You blink. That is not what you were expecting, but before you can defend with they’re my lucky pair, or I wanted to feel sexy, or it doesn’t matter, I’m here with you—Keisuke’s ripped them off.

You yelp when the fabric bites your skin, failing to wriggling away as Keisuke strips them off your ankle. “What the fuck—“

“I’ll get you a new pair,” he mutters. “Shit—I’ll get you a hundred pairs, but you get rid of every single set someone else has seen. Got it?”

Your lips purse. He’s being unreasonable, you think, and totally ridiculous… but no matter how much your brain tries to reason he’s out of line, your fluttering pussy doesn’t get the message. Your slick is evident now, exposed and iridescent in the moonlight, dripping down your hole and slowly saturating the sheets.

Usually, Keisuke wouldn’t let it go. Usually, he’d keep picking at it until you cave, or at least recognize you heard him—but usually, he’s not staring at your cunt. 

Right now, he can’t focus on anything but how desperate he is to be inside you.

“Yeah, think ya got it… fuck, babe… seems like you like it when I say shit like that, hunh?” 

You whimper slightly, having to bite your lip to keep it together. Slowly, he drags the tip of his finger from the sheet beneath you up along your wet folds. He barely touches you, but when he pulls his finger away, it’s covered in a layer of you. 

He brings it to his face with a cocky grin, watching how the pad shines in the moonlight. “You always this wet, or am I special?”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, preparing to bring up how special he found you earlier—only to immediately throw your head back and moan as Keisuke buries his face between your legs.

There is no preamble. There are no more teasing quips or pauses; Keisuke dives in like a man starved, and the only thing that can sate his appetite is you.

He starts with broad strokes, gathering as much of your slick as he can. He’s messy, messier than you, and soon there’s more of his spit than your wetness between your legs. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them pinned and spread on his shoulders as he continues to feast, thumbs spreading your lips open so he can truly devour you.

When Keisuke starts suckling on your clit, your fingers knot in his hair. You moan, loud and whiney and plead for him to keep going as your orgasm starts to boil—faster than before, more powerful too, with greater ease than you’ve ever managed to pull from yourself.

Keisuke brings a hand to your clit, quickly swiping the puffy bud with the pad of his thumb as he focuses his tongue on your fluttering hole. In and out, up and down, the warm muscle drives you insane. Your grip on his hair must hurt, but he says nothing; he focuses on making you feel as good as humanly possible, never once letting up, not even when you start to choke, “Kei—I’m—I’m gonna—“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands. “C’mon, pretty girl, make a mess on my face, wanna feel how you clench, wanna make ya cry—”

It sends you over the edge.

With a scream of his name, your back arches. Your thighs try closing around him but still, he doesn’t let up. He keeps pace, tongue-fucking you, lapping up all the juice that spills out as his thumb continues caressing your clit until you do start crying and you do have to plead, “no—no more, Kei, can’t—“

“Can,” he corrects—but he stops. His hand stills, moving so that the warmth of his palm covers that sensitive bundle of nerves, and only then does he stop lapping at your hole. He presses a gentle kiss to your sex, then to your inner thigh. “But I’ll be nice tonight, sweetheart. Only ‘cause I love you, though.”

You stare at the ceiling as you catch your breath. The paint is peeling in the corner. The glow-in-the-dark stars you helped him put up when he first moved in are dim. The walls are covered in motorcycle posters. A calendar set to the wrong month hangs above a salvaged desk, covered with various veterinary textbooks, barely legible notebooks, a handful of empty beer cans, and a handful of DVD cases, one of which you know is Dyslexia; How to Read When Even Your Brain Doesn’t Want You To. A neon sign advertising Margaritaville is unlit beside his closet. A pile of clothes that didn’t make it to the hamper rests beneath it.

 The room is so—Keisuke , you feel at peace, even as your limbs turn to jelly.

Your heart is racing faster than if you’d just run a marathon. “Thought—thought you said you hadn’t—“ you try panting, but it’s too much effort, too soon. You end up collapsing back on the bed, head swimming with euphoria.

“Said I hadn’t had sex,” Keisuke corrects as he stands, your limp thighs falling to the either side of his waist, “not that I’ve never eaten pussy.” He scoffs, as if that should’ve been obvious. “I’m not an idiot, babe. I respect women enough to know where the clit is.”

A little laugh escapes you. The fan motor is the only other sound. It’s cool, your nipples perk beneath your bra, but you’re still hot. Still hyper aware that Keisuke is just a few inches away, watching your bare cunt flutter and beg him for more.

Keisuke does love you. You know he does, because he gives you time to catch your breathe before he starts up again, only pressing soft kisses to the inside of your legs and quiet offerings of, “so fuckin’ pretty” and “can’t believe you’re here” and, your favorite, the only one you respond to: “so in love with you.” 

“I love you too, Kei.”

He runs his hands along your sides, slowly taking more and more of your dress up with it until the entire thing is resting by your neck. He makes quick work of your bra, not even needing you to sit up as he unhooks it and lifts the cups away.

He says nothing; just stares at your naked body with the same adoration and awe he held when taking off your shoes.

“You’re—so beautiful,” he whispers. “Y’know that? So—so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He bends down and takes a pert nipple in his mouth. You whine, hate yourself for doing so, then whine again as his free hand starts tweaking your other nipple. He runs his tongue over every inch of your chest, making sure you’re covered with his spit and hands, traversing as much of you as he can.

When he gets to your face, he smiles. “You’re mine, yeah? All mine?”

Your fingers run over his jaw, over the bruise that’s barely discernible in the moonlight. No one’s touched you like him; no one’s even kissed you like him, either, and you’re not sure if it’s the “Keisuke” of it all making you feel like this, or if this is how it’s supposed to have felt all along. 

The answer comes easily.

“Yeah,” you agree with a smile of your own, “yeah, m’all yours, Keisuke. Pretty sure I always have been.”

“Always, hunh?” He holds you gently now; a stark contrast to the hungry way he’d just devoured you. “That mean you’ve always loved me, too?”

Your breathy yes is lost in a gasp when his hand slides between your legs. Gently, he prods a single thick finger into your virgin hole, shallowly dipping in and out. “Never had someone else in here, hunh? M’gonna be your first?”

“Y-yes,” you repeat, voice cracking. Your eyes flutter close as he keeps fingering you. You’d had fingers in there before, but none like this. Your own couldn’t compare, two of yours barely able to stretch the way one of his does… and he’s not even going all the way. Not even knuckle deep as he explores only the shallows, letting you adjust.

Your face scrunches when he adds a second.

“This okay?” he asks. You look at him, hand wrapping around his neck as you bring his forehead down to meet yours.

You nod, then remember what he said earlier, how you could feel his cock jumping when you were sweet and needy for him. “Yeah, Keisuke. Yes—yes, I want this. I want you.”

He cups your face and trails soft kisses from corner to corner, breaking apart only to lift your dress and bra over your head. They’re carelessly thrown to the floor, you have half a mind to scold him that it’ll wrinkle—but when he goes back to your cunt, two fingers halfway in, all you’re able to say is the harsh inhale of his name.

They’re shallow, never pushing in deep enough to hurt, slowly stretching your rim to its max. He goes a little deeper, then starts scissoring them, and it becomes nearly impossible to believe he hasn’t done this before.

“No—no way you’re a virgin,” you hiss when Keisuke’s lips travel to your breast. He alternates between sucking hickeys and kneading them while staring at the way your cunt sucks him in, never stopping his ministrations.

Keisuke lets out a short scoff and shifts. “You literally made me cum my pants like a teenager.”

“Then how—“

“I told ya, babe, I respect women,” is his only reply. The only one he’s willing to give, at least, because he starts paying more attention to your tits than what questions are spilling his way.

You feel like you’ve got to be ready when he adds a third, and you say as much—only for Keisuke to meet your gaze with a cocky grin. “Trust me, sweetheart. You’re gonna thank me for this.” 

It can’t be much longer until he deems you ready, but it feels like forever, even if he keeps you distracted from the slight burn between your legs by playing with your breasts, sucking on your throat, praising you.

“Taking m’fingers so well, pretty thing. You’re such a good girl f’me, can’t believe you made me wait this long…”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you scold. He curls his fingers mid-way through your sentence, rubbing against a sensitive spot you’ve never been able to find on your own. You keen his name, hand snapping down to catch his forearm. He pauses.

“Too much?”

Slowly, you shake your head, eyes watering. “Please, Kei, I—I want you to fuck me.”

Keisuke presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Never could say no to you, sweetheart.”

If you could think clearly, you’d start listing all the times he has denied you, starting with just a few seconds ago—but him withdrawing his fingers leaves you feeling too empty to do much but pout.

When he pulls away, you chase after him, only for him to shake his head with a fond grin. “How am I supposed to fuck you if you won’t let me take my pants off?”

With hot cheeks, your lips twist. “You were the one who wanted to fuck on your bike, and then in the hall—what, were you planning on stripping naked then, too?”

You’re rewarded with a very rare, very endearing blush. He sits back on his knees and rubs his neck, eyes dropping from yours—then his lip curls in a smirk. “With how wet you got, seems like you wanted me to. What—you like the idea of that? Getting fucked in public? Don’t worry, sweetheart, maybe we’ll try that one day…” He laughs at the way you squirm, but he’s not wrong; your cunt clenches at the thought.

“You’re such a dick.” Your hands reach for his belt, fumbling slightly as you try to undo it. Keisuke’s hands take over, getting rid of the black leather in seconds.

“Your dick,” he corrects, hands back on you, gently laying you back against his pillows, trailing over your now completely naked body, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You roll your eyes but say nothing, heart in your throat, pussy pulsing in anticipation.

He straightens, taking in the display in front of him. Taking in you.

You sit up slightly, chewing your lower lip. He’s beautiful, but even more so in the moonlight. It illuminates his pale skin, almost making him glow in the darkness of the rest of his room. Obsidian hair falls in a straight sheet around his flushed cheeks, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Violet and red marks adorn his neck and chest. His abs flex when he watches the way your eyes trail down; down the inlet between them, down the stern jut of his prominent v-line, over the faint trail of dark hair that disappears into the band of his jeans.

His fingers—the ones just inside you—hover on the button. They’re covered in your slick, resting just above a bulge that looks absolutely delicious, one that you know he can’t wait to bury inside you—but still, he hesitates.

“I love you, Keisuke,” you say. He smiles. It’s the only further confirmation he needs before he’s pushing off the bed and pulling down his jeans and underwear in one go.

The others have lied about a lot—like Baji’s lack of virginity—but the size of Keisuke is not one of them.

Your jaw drops as you push to your knees, staring at Keisuke’s cock like it’s the first you’ve ever seen. It’s not, and technically speaking, it’s not even the first time you’ve seen his—but that time in the shower, when it was hanging heavily between his legs and you only caught a glimpse… apparently, that was him soft.

Keisuke hard is more impressive than any porn you’ve seen. So heavy that it can barely support its own weight, even with all the blood rushing through it, and so wide around even Keisuke, with his broad palms and lanky fingers, doesn’t dwarf it. 

A thick bead of pre slips out the tip, trailing along the bulging vein that disappears under Keisuke’s hand as he starts to stroke it.

“This… is where the others tapped out,” he says slowly, taking in the way you watch. “I mean—not that I’m thinking about them—but I just—“

“You’re big.”

Keisuke chokes on a laugh. “So I’ve heard. Pretty virgin like you wouldn’t know any better though, would you?”

You give him a withering glare. “I’ve sucked dick before, asshole. You’re big.”

Keisuke’s jaw clenches. “Yeah? Go on, then. Show me how you’ve sucked dick.”

Later, you’ll tease him for how jealous he got, and later, you’ll revel in the possessive way he determines to erase every other touch from your memory—but now, you obediently crawl towards him, one of your smaller hands overlapping his, and you take control.

You press a soft kiss to his flushed tip. It’s larger than your lips, his pre a salty gloss as you kiss again and again—Keisuke grips your hair. “Suck.”

It’s as much a plea as it is a command, one you can’t ignore. You take him,—just the tip—in your mouth, tongue swirling over his warm head as your hand replaces his on the rest of his dick. Your fingers barely touch, and no matter how you adjust, how you lay your palm or spread your fingers… there’s still at least an inch of him exposed.

He hisses, nearly drowning out the lewd, wet sound your pussy makes as it clenches around nothing.

“This—turning you on?” he says, as if his cock isn’t twitching obscenely against your tongue. “Fuckin—sucking on a big cock making you wet?”

You let go with a wet pop! and bat your eyelashes at him. You know exactly what you’re doing when you say, “No, Kei. I’m this wet ‘cause of you.”

With a groan, Keisuke pulls your head back to his dick and thrusts in, sliding as far as you’ll let him before you start to gag. “That’s—that’s it, sweetheart, get it nice and wet.”

He holds you there for a moment, waiting until you tap on his thigh before sliding out. Your eyes are teary, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Deftly, you twist your wrist while catching your breath. His fingers go from knotting in your hair to petting the back of your head.

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna bust,” he warns, but his fond smile gives him away.

You merely smile. “Telling me you’ve never had your cock sucked, Kei?” 

His lip curls in a snarl, which disappears with a groan when you take him in your throat once more. Slowly, lips pursing around him, tongue flicking along the sensitive underside of his cockhead as you try going as far as you can. Your jaw is already starting to ache, but you’re determined to prove yourself.

“Not—like this,” he moans, pushing your head a little further down. Your lips split in a smile, and you raise your hand to start fondling his balls—a trick that’s always gotten you success before—but before you make contact, Keisuke is sliding out and grabbing your jaw. He’s breathing heavily, pupils blown out with lust. He stares at your lips then leans forward, not flinching at the taste of himself on you.

“Wanna fuck you now,” he mumbles. You wrap your arms around his neck and start to lean back, nodding.

“Want you to fuck me too,” you agree. One of Keisuke’s muscular thighs slides between your legs, easing them apart. He keeps kissing you, letting you fall softly against his pillows while he keeps stroking his member, slick with your spit.

He taps the tip of his cock against your clit. You hiss in surprise, eyes closing shut at the sudden sensation of pleasure that rushes through you. “Let me know if it hurts,” he says quietly. He grips his cock right beneath the head, guiding it through your slick folds, getting as much of your fluids on him as he can. 

He’s torn between needing to see the way you suck him in, and the need to squeeze his eyes shut. The sight of you alone, legs spread on either side, pussy gushing because of him, covering in marks because of him, mewling his name as you beg him to fuck you—it’s almost enough for him to cum on the spot. 

Faintly, honks echo from the street below. It’s amazing that in this instant, as your world is about to change forever and for the better, everyone else is going about their business like nothing’s happening. They’re catching a late-dinner with their partner; walking home from a late-night meeting that could’ve been an email; swinging by the grocer’s to pick up snacks and drinks to share with their friends… The whole world is continuing on, just beyond that window, but for you and Keisuke… it’s as if time’s stopped. 

The world is only real for the two of you.

He bends down to kiss you, making sure to pour every ounce of love and care he has into this one. You respond just as sweetly, reveling in the power of this moment, this one decision that will irrevocably tie you together forever, the way you were always meant to be.

He loves you, you love him, and there’s nothing else that matters.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod, then echo, “ready,” and he puts it in; just the tip, spearing past your tight hole. The two of you let out a synchronous gasp.

It’s even more than three of his fingers; warm, too, and thick, softer but also harder and full—you’re so, so, so full as he slowly edges in. It hurts—it feels good—it burns—you need more—

“Baby,” Keisuke pants. He’s let go of his cock, letting just the first inch or so rest comfortably within your walls. You feel him twitch, feel how tight his fingers dig into the sheets on either side of you so he doesn’t add more bruises to your ever-growing collection. “Baby, talk to me. Tell me—are you—are you okay?”

You whimper slightly when he sinks a little further. Eyes scrunching, your fingers digging into his thighs as you try to even your breath. “It—it’s so—“ you try saying, but it’s like you can feel him in your stomach, the pressure tightening all the way up your throat and cutting you off.

“So—good,” Keisuke gasps. He does the best he can, really, but you—you’re so—warm, and wet, and inviting—the place you’re joined might be the best thing he’s ever felt–ever seen. He slides a little further, presses a kiss to wherever he can reach as he waits until your chest stops heaving as horribly. He tries telling you he loves you, he really tries telling you how amazing you are, how perfect you are, how good you feel—but all that comes out are choked, half-sentences that fade into groans.

Tears prick at your lash line by the time he’s securely sheathed in you. Your fingers dig into his back, trying to pull him flush to your chest and bury his head in your neck so he can’t see. You know how he’ll feel; he’ll pull out and say he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt you and it’s not worth it and he won’t try again–and that’s not what you want. You just need some time to adjust, that’s all. 

You never realized how empty you were.

Keisuke lifts up from the crook of your neck when the first tear slides against his cheek. “M’sorry,” he breathes, kissing one eye, then the other, licking the tear tracks and kissing you again. “M’sorry, I don’t wanna hurt—“ His arms shake on either side of you. The urge to start shifting his hips is sinful, but he doesn’t. He can’t, not until you're okay, not until you tell him it’s okay.

“It’s—okay,” you breathe. Your face says otherwise, but really… it’s okay. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck, offering him a little smile as you shift your hips ever-so-slightly against his. “I’m—I’m okay, baby, really. Just—just go slow.”

Keisuke kisses you. Slowly, deeply, spreading your lips with his as he gently pulls out and slides back in, heeding your directive to go slow. It hurts, it still hurts, is it supposed to hurt like this—but right when you’re about to give up, right when you’re about to tell him it's too much and maybe you should stop… it starts to feel good.

Not just full, but satisfying, bumping against the back of your messy cunt with every stroke. The ridge of his cockhead catches your insides in a way that makes your toes curl, and before long, your legs are wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Gods—fuck, Kei, fuck—“ you hiss, burying your head in his shoulder, biting his collarbone to keep yourself from screaming. “Just—there, like that, don’t—fuck—“

“Thought you said you were a virgin,” he hisses. Your broken pleas of, I am, I am, I am—go unrecognized as he slowly picks up speed. “Virgin pussy—heh—always feel this—fuckin’ good?”

You moan, loud and unreserved, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. Your stomach burns. Your pussy clenches, but for the first time, there’s finally something to hold on to, finally something to fill you up—you’ve never been so full, never felt so good. The coil tightens in your stomach, made all the more tense by the fact there’s something inside— “Gonna— gonna cum, Kei, don’t—don’t stop, please—“

“Yeah, sweetheart? You gonna—gonna cum for me? Go on, cum f’me. Cum on my cock, baby, show me what we’ve been—been waitin’ for—“

You cry when your orgasm finally washes over you.

You’ve never climaxed this powerfully before, to the point that you’ve felt like—this. The world is empty besides the two of you. Bells ring in your ear as you struggle to keep your eyes open, your whole body floating. You feel everything and nothing; like you’re weightless but have never been so heavy in your life.

You gasp for air, fingers digging into Keisuke’s shoulders as his hips stutter a few more times then still. His moans into your ear as his own orgasms consumes him, painting your insides white, shooting so much it drips out of your spent pussy and starts to puddle between you.

He stays there for a moment. Lets his lips trace lazy patterns beneath your ear, still half-hard inside you, one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other holding your breast. Even though you’re spent, your hands delicately trail up and down his spine. Your breathing is heavy and your smile bright and you think you could stay right here forever.

The plastic stars one his ceiling smile down at you, and you imagine the ones outside are doing the same. ‘About time!’ they seem to say. After all these years, about time. There’s a shrill whistle of bus brakes, screeching to a halt; a muffled shout from one pedestrian to another. The fan creaks slightly, the cool air washing over you and helping calm the raging fire on your skin. The clock on Keisuke’s lopsided nightstand, made even with a stack of textbooks he never got to put to use, beeps at midnight: the end of one day, the start of forever.

Kei takes a deep breath and slides off, hissing as his sensitive cock is exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. He lays on his back, taking a hand and placing it over his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart.

Your legs are sticky. They’re already getting sore. Your hips ache, your spine stretches, your chest burns—but you relish it. Kei’s breathing evens beside you. 

Glancing, you check if he’s asleep—but with the way his forearm covers his eyes, you can’t tell. He looks even more like an angel now. Light, from a city just waking up, creeps past the curtains, illuminating slivers of his pale and flushed skin. He looks–relaxed. Content, even with the blush still coloring his high cheeks bones. His lips are parted, shallow gasps of air being sucked through them, but the longer you look, the more it looks like they’re curling in a smile.

His chest rises and falls steadily, and just when you start to think he might actually be asleep, the hand beneath your neck starts playing with your hair.

“Think it’s—always this good?” he asks breathlessly, pulling you in a little closer.

You pretend to think. He tilts his head, cracking an eye to look down at you curiously. You smile. “I don’t know. Think we better try again—y’know, just to be sure.”

Kei barks out a laugh and pulls you to his chest, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And right now, with the gentle light filtering through his open window, sweaty and smiling and with his cum dripping from between your legs to make a mess of his thigh, you are.

You play with the edges of his hair, sprawled lazily across his sweaty forehead. With a soft smile, he reaches for your fingers and pulls them to his lips. “Do you actually like it? My haircut, I mean. Pretty sure you liked the other stuff.”

You answer with a laugh, pressing a kiss to where the edges fall. “I love it.”

He grins and rolls over, pinning you to the mattress. The short locks make a curtain, hiding the two of you from anything but each other. “Good. Did it f’you.”

“For me?”

He hums and buries his face in your neck, delicately kissing the bruising skin. “Noticed your type. None of them had long hair, ’n I thought…”

With a pealing laugh, you grab his cheeks and bring his face to yours, smothering him with kisses. “Keisuke, you are such an idiot.”

He pretends to frown, but kisses you all the same. “Weren’t calling me that when I was making you scream earlier.”

“Kei,” you say, forcing him back so you can really meet his eyes, “short hair, long hair. No hair. The only kind of guy I’ve ever truly wanted has been you.”

Keisuke blinks. Short, thick lashes bat against those endlessly high cheekbones of his, and then he smiles. He lowers his lips to yours once more and gifts you a kiss; deep, slow. A kiss that’s been years in the making, that says all that your words have and then some.

“I love you,” he says, and you barely have time to say the same before he’s kissing you, hardening cock easily gliding back through your sticky folds, and you go for round two.

So... happy adventuring :) thank you for reading! if you made it this far… pls reblog, drop a comment, or leave an ask if you enjoyed!! I worked really, really hard on this, and it would mean the absolute world to me that, if y’all enjoyed it, you told me why. if you hated it, tell me why. if i made you cry or scream or fall in love or fierce fiercely full of disappointed rage, tell me why!! i won’t bite (unless you ask)!

hopefully the next adventure gets even better. thanks for reading!

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study date.

↳ armin arlert x afab!reader 

↳ 18+ MINORS DNI, [awkward] smut, established relationship, modern university au, no power dynamics

↳ summary: what started as an innocent study date quickly turns into you jumping your boyfriend’s bones. maybe you are a sapiosexual, and maybe armin likes feeling a bit objectified.

↳ wc: 3.8k

↳ cw: no power dynamics, mentions of reader wearing panties, two (2) spanks, cunnilingus

↳ a/n: it’s been so long since i’ve last written something, so i’m quite rusty and nervy. please be kind <3

Two hours into the study session with Armin, and you can’t help but feel guilty. He is trying so hard to teach you in a way that’s easy to understand, but all you can focus on is him. Him in his comfortable and cozy attire, which was made up of grey sweats and a navy hoodie, the way his eyes shined behind his glasses, his lips as they moved to form the words you are supposed to be listening to in order to do well on your exam next week, the way his cologne seems to waft off him in gentle waves in an attempt to slowly intoxicate you (and yes, it was working). “-and that’s how you do a one-way analysis of variance,” he says, grinning as he circles the answer with his pencil before looking towards you, “Does that make sense? Do you understand how we got that answer?” 

Obviously he wasn’t talking down to you - he never did whenever he offered to help you, truly wanting to see you succeed and understand these tough concepts - but just the way he said it, so sincerely with an air of confidence that he often didn’t showcase has you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah.” a lie, but you didn’t want to see him disappointed in you.

His blue eyes light up as he smiles at you, proudly, “Okay, good! Now I want you to solve this -” Armin turns the textbook towards you and points at one of the questions, “- question here.” 

Your eyes follow him to see where he’s pointing, taking in the veins on his hand and slender fingers before looking at the textbook. “Think you can solve that one for me?” His voice is soft and caring, as he takes in your reaction to the problem at hand. 

You nod, lying once again. Armin leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m gonna grab us some drinks while you get started.” 

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WHERE THE RIVER MEETS THE SEA

this has been a long, long time coming. hopefully it’ll live up to the obscenely high expectations i’ve set. agree or disagree, please reblog/comment/send an anon with your thoughts--but make sure you read the RULES of interaction first.

summary: your date stood you up… again. Don’t worry, though, Baji will be there to pick up the pieces, like he always is. The only question… what will you do when you find out his secret? wc: 15k (we don't talk about it)

cw: virgin fem afab!reader x virgin!Baji, a lil itty bitty baby bit of blood, somewhat public (initially), bc why not, marking, creampie, Confessions galore, somewhat gendered pet names (princess, babe, sweetheart), actually gendered pet names (one handful of "good girl," "pretty girl," and "my girl"), subtle yandere themes but not to the extent a DC label is needed—correct me if I’m wrong though—be nice if I missed something, this is my first time :) way too many words but c’est la vie such is the way.

dedication: Storm, my friend, your support and advice has made me a better writer. Without you, this would probably still be sitting in my drafts, collecting dust and every hateful thought I’ve ever had about my writing. Thank you for being you and all of your aid in getting this to where it is. 💛

Your coffee’s cold when you give up. Well—second coffee, to be precise; the first you’d ordered after Tadashi said he was a few minutes away. That one had grown cold too, but the barista, taking pity, had given you a piping hot refill—for free.

It feels like an insult when she offers you a third.

An hour and a half has passed since Tadashi said he’d be there, and… well, you were still kinda hoping he might show up. But when the manager approaches with a tight-lipped smile, not-so-kindly pointing at their hours plastered ever so neatly on the glass door and indicating they’re just a few minutes to closing, your hope ebbs entirely.

The heat in your cheeks could’ve rewarmed your cup—but not one to cause a scene, you offer a tight-lip smile of your own and apologize. You don’t explain that you were waiting for someone; the pitying look in the barista’s eye as she mouths sorry and slides the unwanted third cup your way says they know.

You slip into the bathroom, wondering how in the world you could be so stupid— again. This was your third first date in three months… and the third time in three months that you’ve been stood up. 

It hurts more when you check your phone. Two new messages from Emma, asking how it’s going and if you want to grab dinner to dish; one from Draken, asking if you can bring back a vanilla frappe and a triple dark roast espresso with two pumps of caramel; one from Baji, saying he might be late to pick you up, but he’d be there, and could you get him an order of whatever you’re having?

Nothing from Tadashi.

You don’t respond, instead letting your phone rest against the mirror while you stare at your reflection and try, desperately, to convince yourself it isn’t your fault.

Everything had been going great—you thought. You thought he really liked you, that he was excited to get to know you, and that this one, this one for sure would show up. You made jokes that he found funny, you were just the right amount of flirty, and you knew—thought—hoped—the picture you’d sent of your outfit (a simple sundress that accentuated your best features and wedges that made your legs seem endless) was enticing enough that he’d want to see it in person.

But here you are. Crying in the bathroom of a cafe you’ll never be able to return to, wondering how you’re going to explain to your friends that you got stood up.

Again.

Your phone starts to buzz. With a deep breath, you wipe off your dripping mascara. You force yourself to smile at the hollow reflection staring back at you, then answer with an overly-cheerful, “what’s up?”

“Kenny’s worried.” Baji’s familiar drawl echos, making the space seem even smaller. “I said he was being too overprotective, but—well, you know how he is. Said it’s his duty or some shit to make sure you’re okay. He tried to come down here himself, wanted to meet the guy trying to woo you—can you believe that? He actually said woo—“

“What do you want?” you interrupt. Too harsh, you realize when Baji doesn’t answer. “It’s just—I’m kinda in the middle of something, you know?” 

Baji takes a moment, then forces a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, the little princess’s got a date, we know. God, they wouldn’t let it go. You should be thanking me, ya know, I’m the only reason they’re not all crashing—”

“Baji.”

The line falls quiet. Then, softly, “where are you, y/n?”

You frown and start searching for your mascara. “At the coffee shop. Why, where are you?”

Another pause. This one heavier. With the phone tucked to one ear, you slowly swipe the wand over your lashes. It’s clumpier than you usually like, but it’s better than nothing—

“I’m outside.”

Fuck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he echoes. You mouth another fuck, heart plummeting, then start reapplying your mascara. More carefully, now that you’re out of time. “I, uh—I’ve been here. A while.”

“Oh… yeah?” you question, teeth starting to grind. “How long’s a while?”

Baji clears his throat. “Long enough. You gonna come out, or are ya gonna make me come in?”

Mascara gets tossed in your purse, gloss comes out. “You’re not exactly welcome in the ladies room, Baji.”

You can picture the dangerous curl in his smile when he replies, “not without an invitation, babe—why, you asking?”

Your laugh isn’t completely real, but not unnatural, either. You hover the gloss over your lips, and for a moment, you imagine what it’d be like. To sneak someone into the bathroom, kissing until your lips start to bruise, his hands playing with the hem of your dress, his lips marking your skin, his voice whispering your name…

You shake the thought away. There’s no point in getting your heart broken twice in one day.

“Three’s a bit of a crowd for a single stall,” you deflect. “Be out in a minute.”

Baji hums. Your gloss feels too thick, but you don’t take it off. You fluff your hair again, placing it the way you like, turning your necklace so the clasp faces the right way, lips smacking together once, twice, three times—

By the time you run out of things to do, you think you’re ready. You pick up your purse and give yourself a final once-over. Pretty, you think. Doesn’t look like you spent the last seven minutes sobbing in a public restroom.

When you exit, Baji’s still on the line, but he doesn’t hang up. You know, because the teasing, “well shit, babe, if I had known you’d worn that, I would’ve come two hours ago,” echoes; once from your phone, and the other from the man himself, standing right in front of you.

You laugh, and this one isn’t forced at all.

Baji’s smile gleams in the evening sun. A low wolf-whistle causes your face to warm pleasantly—the way it should have, when you met Tadashi. You take Baji’s extended hand, not flinching when his callouses rub against your soft palms. 

You’re used to their roughness. Much like the others, Baji’s always been a hands-on friend (and fighter), so over the years, you’ve gotten used to the various bumps, cuts, and jagged edges, to the extent that the only hands that’ve ever felt comfortable have been those rough ones, soft only for you. 

Baji spins you, over-exaggerating the way he checks you out. “Sweetheart, you’re going to stop traffic looking like that.”

“Oh, please,” you deny, but your smile hasn’t been this genuine all day. “Laying it on a little thick, Baj.”

“Only the realest truth for the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” is his sly reply, accompanied by a slyer wink. It’s his usual charm, but you’re oblivious to his sincerity, the way you always are. Baji pulls you into a tight hug and closes his eyes, and for a moment, he allows himself to pretend this was your intention all along; to wind up in his arms, with his compliments, by his side—the way it always seems to go after every failed date.

But you never say as much, and you always seem so genuinely excited for the next one that he’s never going to ask. Instead, he’ll take these moments. The ones where you turn to him for comfort, where he gets to hold you, your knight-in-shining-armor, and do all that he can to make everything better.

He’s so close that you almost miss his muffled whisper of, “fucking—stupid bastard. Doesn’t know what he’s missed.”

Your smile slips. Your thumb rubs against the back of his knuckles, familiarly cracked with scabs that never seem to heal. These are fresh, though; you can tell by how his hand darts to the back of his neck, preventing you from looking too closely. 

“Been up to no good?” you question with a raised brow.

“‘Course I have,” he responds easily, “you’ve been busy.”

Baji won’t meet your gaze. ‘If only you knew,’ he thinks—but he’ll never say it. Not that. Not to you. He shrugs off his black leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, fingertips lingering as he straightens the collar. His dark eyes flick to yours, a coy smirk almost hiding his guilt as he hopes beyond all hope you don’t see through him.

You almost do.

Not enough to call him out on it, though, so instead, you roll your eyes—but you can’t deny how this—him—is making everything better. He picks up the helmet he only brings when he’s driving you and puts it on for you, visor up so he can brush the hair out of your eyes. Baji offers a comforting smile, then juts his chin to his bike. “Wanna ride?”

The answer, of course, is yes; for him, it will always be yes.

Silently, you climb on and wrap your hands around him, chin tucking into his shoulder as if you were made to be there. He revs and pulls off, seamlessly weaving in and out of traffic. Your eyes close. The wind whips in your hair, and the familiar scent of nicotine, mint, and Baji’s crisp aftershave envelopes you. For a moment, you feel like everything’ll be okay. Your heart might hurt now, but after an evening with him, it’ll all be okay.

That’s the power of Keisuke Baji, though; the sense of embarking on your greatest adventure but feeling like being home, all at once.

It’s nearly sunset when he stops. Pulls up to the river, kicks the bike stand, then grabs your waist to lift you off the seat.

“I can do that,” you say, even as you let him lift you.

“More fun when I do,” he replies with an easy grin. Your feet hit the ground, but Baji keeps one hand around your waist. He takes off the helmet with the other and laughs when your hair flops out. Hurriedly you go to smooth it, but Baji catches your wrist after setting the helmet down. “You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”

He cages you between the bike and his hips with just a few inches of space—and suddenly, your heart starts to race. When did he get this close? How hadn’t you noticed the way his leg slid between yours? Why isn’t he taking his hand away? Why can’t you breathe?

Baji’s dark eyes dart between yours, then down to your lips, and for a second, for a split second, you think he’s about to kiss you—

“Not like anything can make it better now,” he smirks, and if it weren’t for how his fingers were locked in yours, you would’ve slapped him.

“Asshole.” 

Baji laughs, and you swear the moon shines a little brighter. You’re grateful that he turns to check out the area before he can see just how much of an impact his laugh has on you—though you don’t doubt that he knows. He’s Baji, after all, and you’re not blind (or deaf). He’s handsome, witty, flirty with anything that moves—and that laugh of his could bring even the tides to a standstill.

“Coast’s clear,” he says, looking back at you, a lazy smirk curling his features. It shouldn’t be a surprise, hardly any ever comes this far south of the city—but a few weeks ago, you’d accidentally stumbled upon a couple who were… not expecting company, to put it delicately, and ever since, Baji had been extra cautious to make sure it was just the two of you before getting settled.

He takes a few steps backwards, leading you to your spot; a grassy knoll that overlooks the river as it feeds into the darkened sea. The moon slowly rises over rolling waves while the sun, more a memory, sets over the river’s bend. It’s a secret, sacred place for the two of you, where heartache and daydreams don’t exist; only the moon, the tides, and each other.

Your stomach flips but you can’t tell why; this is exactly what happens every time you come here, from the way he helps you off the bike to how he stops you from picking at your appearance. The only difference is the way his hand is still wrapped in yours. 

You wonder if Tadashi’s would have been this warm. 

But Tadashi isn’t here—Baji is, and it’s Baji’s warm hands that always make things better. So you let him keep his hand in yours, even though you’re not sure you should, and you let him gently tug you along when you don’t move fast enough. Let him take his time in taking his jacket back, in spreading it on the grass before waiting for you to sit. You even let him settle next to you, instinctively leaning into the familiar comfort of his body and for a minute, you wonder how you ever could’ve wanted your day to end different.

Then Baji meets your gaze, smiles that sweet, genuinely kind half smile that he only shares with you, and you remember: Baji is your friend—and no matter how many heartaches he heals, that’s all he’ll ever be.

You can’t remember when things got so complicated.

When it was just you and Kenny, you’d sneak up to the roof of the brothel and watch the sun dip behind the buildings and talk about how one day, you’d get a house that was that color pink, and it’d be on the far side of Japan where you could watch the sunset from your porch and life would be good. The sunset was the only dream you’d ever need, and it would be good.

Then Mikey started coming. More often than not he’d fall asleep before the sun did, and on the days he didn’t—the roof felt too… small. The dreams, too… little. They evolved, from a porch where you could watch the sunset to a skyline that never sleeps.

Dreams change, and that’s okay… but a part of you aches for the time when the sunset felt like enough—when the family you had, the brothers you’d found and the friends you’d made—was enough. You still had the sunset, but rarely. More often than not, you were by yourself up there, or stuck to Kenny’s side somewhere out there, or brushing against Baji’s shoulder down here.

So these days, you prefer to watch the moon rise. There’s more comfort in a light to guide you through the night, rather than watching your dreams disappear with the day.

And you do, the way you do every time you’re stood up or don’t feel—enough. You sit beside Baji with the full moon crawling towards you, staring at the conjunction of the river and the sea, and focus on how you’re going to get through this.

Baji cut his hair since the last date—the last time you’d been stood up, you correct. Still long, but now only to the edge of his jaw, not mid-back like you were used to. The light is bright behind him, bringing out the warm undertones in his onyx hair. You can make out the scab on his cheek from a bar fight a few weeks ago; the scar on his nose from when Mikey split it the first time they fought; the tender bruise along his jaw that looks too new to have told you the story yet.

Instinctively, you reach for it… then chicken out, instead teasing the edge of his hair. You’re left wondering if an angel’s wings would be as soft.

Baji glances at you from the corner of his eye. “You don’t like it?”

“What? I didn’t say that.” Your hand falls back to your lap, eyes quick to follow. The light behind him is too bright—too blinding. Too much like a halo. It’s impossible to hide the truth from an angel, and you know you don’t have the right words to convey just how beautiful you find him. “Just… gonna take some getting used to. I don’t think you’ve ever had it this short.”

He scoffs. “Maybe at birth.”

The idea of baby Baji flashes through your mind; sweet, chubby cheeks, little fists flailing at the world. A tuft of hair, dark as his and long already, but when he opens his eyes, they’re yours—

“Why’d you cut it?” your voice is steadier than you expect. It does nothing to change your thoughts, especially when Baji’s slender fingers start pulling at grass, just the way a baby grasps what's in front of him.

He stares straight ahead, letting one hand splay by your lower back as he watches the green blades dance in the wind. “Figured it was time for a change.”

You hmm in acknowledgement, brain too traitorous to come up with anything other than, ‘I bet you were a cute baby’ or ‘you look handsome either way’ or, worst of all, ‘why would you ever want to change?’

He probably meant nothing by it. Baji’s as flexible as they come; sets his own hours at the shop, varies what time he wakes or goes to bed, never eats the same thing too many times in a row… there’s not much permanency in his life as it is, so it sticks with you that he still wants something different.

If he thinks you’re being weird, he doesn’t say so. He waits for you to speak, like always, and like always, you find yourself loving him a little more for it. Baji’s so—quick; to judge, to speak, to fight… but in these moments, when it’s the two of you and the moon and no one else, he’s not. He’s slow; slow to speak, slow to touch, slow to pull away…

Slow to make you wonder why you keep wasting time with boys who don’t deserve it when he might be enough.

The silence becomes too much; too easy to drown in. Too tempting to fill with all the wrong things.

“What happened to your jaw?” is the best you come up with.

It’s no surprise when he answers, “got into a fight,” but how he says it… how he immediately ducks his head and covers the darkening bruise with a broad palm, as if he’d forgotten all about it and wished you would, too… that makes you pause.

One tenet of your relationship is that you don’t lie to each other. There are often times you wish he would, like when Chifuyu teases him about the pretty girl at the pet shop who came back and asked for the number of the flirty hunk who sold her a dog collar and Baji admits she was pretty cute and he’ll take her to drinks tomorrow night, or when Kazutora reminds Baji that he promised to go on a double date with the twins they met clubbing so no, he can’t take a look at that leaky pipe in your bathroom—but you’d never say that. Not when he could, so easily, call you out for keeping your own.

So when he goes out of his way to not have to tell you the truth, you know better than to push.

“Did it hurt?”

Baji looks to you with a cocky smile. “You should see the other guy.” You snort. Baji knocks his shoulder into yours. “I’m good, really. Just… had some business, s’all.”

It’s supposed to be comforting, but it’s not. It only flares your curiosity… and honestly? Your annoyance. “I hadn’t realized a pet shop needed such security.”

Baji barks out a laugh. “I mean, you’ve seen how crazy some people get about their pets, ‘specially when they think Dr. Google is a better resource than Chifuyu’s degree… but nah, this was… off the books.” He catches your inquisitive gaze and offers a smile, but it’s more like a grimace in the lowlight. His hand creeps closer, fingers pressing into your back, and for a moment, you’re willing to let it go. He gently grazes the middle of your spine. “It’s done, alright? Finished. Won’t happen again.”

You know he’s lying because he holds you close, the way he only does when he thinks you’re about to leave.

But you don’t leave; you never leave. You just give him a withering glare you know he can’t see, then turn back to the ocean.

You hate this feeling. The one where the world becomes unsteady, and everything you’d been trying to keep buried since you were thirteen sneaks up on you. That horrid, awful, destructive fascination and jealousy and yearning that’s plagued you since Baji first bragged about stealing a kiss from the pretty girl that lived three floors above him and only gets worse every time he mentions someone new.

Going on dates was supposed to squash this. Meeting a nice guy, having a good time, and getting a kiss or two of your own was supposed to end this. This—obsession—you’ve had since the first time Baji said he hopes that one day, you meet the right guy and you accidentally thought, ‘maybe it’s you.’ Because at the end of the day, he’s the one who’s there. Not Tadashi, who couldn’t even be bothered to show up. Not Draken, who recently started putting Emma above all else (even you). It’s been Baji, your Baji, whose mere existence makes everything better, that’s been the last one standing.

You can’t ruin that. You can’t risk pushing away the only companion who still puts you first for something you’re positive you can find somewhere else.

At least, that’s what you have to tell yourself, as yet another date fails and Baji is here, again, picking up the pieces and making you feel more whole than when the day started.

The sky is nearly dark when you finally ask the question that’s been on your mind since the barista gave you that pity cup—the one that’s probably still sitting in the bathroom, the last witness to your heartbreak. Just as alone and unwanted as you. 

“What’s… wrong with me?”

Baji’s sharp. He alway has been, from the stern angle of his nose to the feral way his teeth carve like a predator’s. He watches everything—the road, the fighters, you—with a scrutiny that’s often clouded behind cheshire grins and snide quips.

But there’s nothing sharp about him tonight; only soft. Soft hands that gently grab your chin and force you to look at him. Soft breathes as he pulls you close. Soft words as he makes sure you hear him whisper, “nothing.” 

Baji’s eyes, dark and teeming with something you can’t place, move from one eye to the other; to the fingers on your cheek; to your tongue, wetting your lips. He leans in, forehead resting against yours as his hand slides back, gripping your hair like you're his lifeline and not the other way around, and you’re back to thinking okay, this is it, he’s going to kiss me, he’s finally going to kiss me—

But all he does is repeat, “absolutely—fuckin’ nothing, alright? And—‘n fuck whoever makes you feel otherwise,” before resuming his seat like nothing happened.

You let go of a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. It’s stale and hot and full of fury, your fury, and suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck you, Keisuke.”

“What?” Baji scrambles for your arm as you abruptly stand, too furious to even look at him. You rip away but don’t stop, trying to will the stupidness of—whatever this is—to go away, to release you so you can go back to feeling better and right and whole. “Wait—come on, I didn’t—what did I say? Did I do something? Where the hell are you going?”

“Forget it!” you snap. His every question—the fact he wants to make it right even though he’s the reason it hurts—just makes it worse. “Just—leave it alone, alright? It obviously doesn’t matter—” 

This time when he grabs your arm, he doesn’t let you leave. He pulls you in to him, nearly crashing you into his chest as he holds you in place.

“Damnit, y/n, what the hell? What did—why are you being like this?” For the first time tonight, he meets your eyes without falter. He tucks a hand under your chin, all but pries your eyes open himself to search for what you're hiding. You try shrugging out of his iron grip, but he’s too strong. “What did I do?”

“Nothing—” You’re horrified at the way your voice cracks. “Fucking—nothing, Baji, you did nothing—“

“Then why’re you so fucking mad, hunh? Why’re you acting like I’m the bad guy here?” His fingers tighten. It would’ve hurt, if you weren’t so angry. “I’m not the asshole who stood ya up—I’m not the one who’s been dickin’ everyone around, pretending like everything’s fine when I know, Draken knows—even fuckin’—Pah-chin—can tell that something’s wrong—“

“You’re calling me an asshole?” you gasp incredulously. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Yes!” he retorts hotly—then, upon realizing how horribly angry you’re growing, quickly backtracks, “I mean—no! Actually, no, you know what, I did mean yeah, because guess what, princess? You are acting like an ass! You’ve got—all these people who wanna be here for you, I want to be here for you, and all you’re doing is getting mad at me for it—”

“What do you want me to say, Baji?” It’s useless, trying to get free, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. “That I’m—heartbroken—at being stood up—again? That I’m done with dating, that I’m giving up, that everyone fucking sucks but I must suck worse—”

“They don’t deserve you—”

“Like hell!” Your tone is scalding. It must burn him just as bad, because a single lapse in his grip lets you rip your arm away. “That’s the whole goddamn point of dating, jackass, to figure out who’s worth what—and all this has shown is that I’m not worth it, to anyone.” You slam your hands against his chest, tears stinging your lash line. If you weren’t so angry, you might not have missed how his face falters when you push him away. “And you just—sitting there, and—and holding me like that, and—and telling me that I’m not the problem when I’m the only common denominator—you’re such a fucking liar—”

“You think it’s any easier for me?” he’s quick to yell, frustration making him bare his teeth like fangs. Anyone else would’ve cowered—but you stand your ground. Place two hands on his chest and shove, hard, forcing him back as he continues, “you think it’s any easier to see you gettin’ your hopes up, to freak out over what to text, what to wear, what to do—all for those fuckin’ dickweeds? Hunh? Guys who can’t even—spell your name right, or remember what your favorite flower is, or fucking—show up? You think it’s any fucking easier seeing you so goddamn upset over someone who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you, let alone spend time with you–be with you? Because it’s not, sweetheart!”

The sweet pet name that usually makes your heart skip a beat only aggravates you further. Your hands go from shoving to slamming, open palms against the hard muscle of his chest—but he doesn’t even flinch. Just catches your wrists before you can do it again and stares, like you’ve started speaking in tongues. “Oh, poor Baji, must be hard, hunh, thinking no one’s good enough, thinking everyone’s so lucky as to have people throwing themselves at them left and right—but newsflash, Keisuke, not all of us are like you! Not all of us have the ability to pick whoever we want, some of us actually have to work at it—“

“Stop working on the wrong guys then!”

“You’ve never even met them, how would you know—“

“Because they let me stand in the way!”

The world stills. 

You can’t place why; why this feels like a sucker punch, why your heart is suddenly skipping beats–why you can’t tell if this hurts. Not until Baji’s grip tightens, then his eyes widen, and you have a sneaking suspicion you know where this is going—but still, you ask, “what?”

He doesn’t respond. He can’t.

He lets go of you, though every fiber in his being begs him to stay. He takes a step back, though his heart pleads for him to wrap you in his arms and hold you close and tell you the truth, about what he did, why he did it, why he can’t bring himself to regret it…

He has to turn his back to you, to stare at the waves crashing along the sand as he tries to process just how badly he’s fucked this up and if there’s any possibility for redemption. It’s too late to lie. Too late to try and salvage this.

He’s made his bed; it’s time to lie in it.

Baji sighs–or something close. Something choked, not quite a laugh but also not quite a sob. Something is stuck in him, and even with the ice in your veins, you piece it together. Somehow, this—the failed dates, the heartache, the loneliness—it's all his fault.

Still, you have to ask. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You try making the venom in your voice match that in your blood, but you can’t. Not when he looks so—defeated. He runs his hands through his hair, doing a miserable job of either pretending he can’t hear you or attempting to buy enough time to come up with a plausible lie—though you don’t need him to. Not when his actions say enough.

It’s your turn to reach for him. Your turn to grab his arm, to keep him in place. You want to hold on to your anger, but the way his hands are shaking makes it impossible.

You draw him close, voice gentle as you say his name. You reach for his cheek, keeping his hands still with one of yours, and you tilt his head; he lets you tilt his head so that he has no choice but to look at you. 

When your gazes meet, you wait.

“I had to,” he eventually says. His voice is steady, but his hands aren’t. His fingers wrap around your wrists tightly, as if he’s afraid you might try leaving—but your grip on him is equally tight. “They weren’t good for you. They were jerks, and they were only going to break your heart, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not to you. I had to—I had to.”

“Had to… what?” He doesn’t answer, not until you prompt, “had to what, Baji?”

“Don’t—” he breathes. “Don’t… call me that.” His eyes close, and he leans into the palm on his cheek. For a moment, you pretend that he’s memorizing the feel of you, as if he’s scared to lose you—but that can’t be it. Keisuke Baji isn’t afraid of anything.

You’re not sure what’s more painful: the knots in your stomach or the hope in your heart. “Tell me what you did,” you muster up. “Keisuke, tell me what you did.”

When his eyes finally open, all of his anger is gone. In its place is something you’ve rarely seen, and even rarer directed at you: desperation.

“I stopped them.”

For a moment, all you hear is your own heart… then the waves of truth come crashing down.

“I—I found them, and I swear on my life, on your life—I only meant to talk to them, to figure out if—if they had good intentions, if they were gonna treat you right—but they all sucked, y/n, they were awful—going on and on about how they were—how they wanted to—to fuck you, just to say they could—or they weren’t—serious about how they felt and I couldn’t—I couldn’t let them do that, I couldn’t let them hurt you like that, so I… I hurt them first. Not—not much, just enough so they’d—get the idea. Leave you alone. Stay away from my girl—”

He cuts himself off, and for a moment, you’re frozen. You don’t know what to do, what to think—is this real? Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Does he really mean it?

Baji’s voice cracks when he says your name.

“Y/n, listen—listen to me,” he pleads. His forehead presses against yours. Your cheeks grow wet, though you can’t tell if that’s because of you or him. “You are—the most amazing person in this whole freaking world. You get that? You’re—smart, and pretty, and so fucking funny and—and anyone who can’t see that is an idiot. And it fucking—kills me—that you’ve got it in your head that what these—stupid pricks think is the only thing that matters, because it’s not. It’s never mattered. The only thing—the only thing that has ever mattered… is you. Okay? You.”

Your throat closes. Your hands reach for his, catching only wrists as he cradles your face, trying to ground yourself in this moment. In all the things he says and all the things he doesn’t; in the silent, desperate dream that refused—refuses—to die, taking over you once more.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” His lips are so close, they brush your nose. “I’d say I regret it, but I don’t, because— you deserve better. You deserve the world, if you want, or—or the moon and all the stars, and—and unless they’d get it for you, they don’t deserve you. Okay? None of them deserved you.”

You’re just a hair away from kissing him, from caving to the impulses you thought were dead and gone and hopeless all these years, and the worst possible sentence sinks out: “you’re an idiot, Kei.”

Then you lean forward and kiss him.

In an instant—you feel whole. You feel right, in a way you haven’t since you decided you never had a chance with him; in a way you’ve been searching for in the words of all the others who’d let you down, who’d broken your heart and always, always, always led you back to moonrise with Baji, back home—

Baji jolts. He pulls away and stares at you with a wild mixture of shock and confusion. His fingers ghost his lips, only to draw back as he stares at them, then at you, then back at them, like he can’t quite comprehend this hand is attached to his body—like you were. Like you want to be, like you thought he wanted to be, like you thought he was asking you to be—

Your heart plummets as he just—stands, no witty quip or teasing remark at the ready. No lines to read between; no phrasing to draw false confessions from; nothing other than the stillness of the night, and the pounding of your heart.

“Wait—” you shrink as you realize just how hoarse a single stolen kiss has left you. “I thought—please, Kei—”

A flicker of… something dances in his eyes, and then—he watches you. Studies you, with the same scrutiny he holds before a fight or when picking apart a bike to see what parts are broke and what can be saved.

“Say it again.”

It’s your turn to blink; your turn to have wide eyes and parted lips, to study him like you’re not sure how to fix it. “I don’t—“

“My name,” he says, and your heart starts to leap. “Say my name, sweetheart.”

“I say your name all the time, Keisuke.” You’re barely above a whisper. Barely above the fear that this time, he’ll break your heart and there’ll be no one to pick up the pieces because—you ruined this.

“Not like that,” he breathes. You forget how to. “Say it like it means something. Like—you don’t hate me. Like—”

“Kei,” you interrupt, hands coming to cradle his cheeks as you read between the lines, “I forgive y—”

He doesn’t even let the final word form before his lips are on yours. Hard, aggressively melding like he’s worried you might change your mind and wants to milk every second out of this as he can—but you reciprocate just as desperately. Keisuke’s hands wrap around you, one gripping the base of your neck and the other resting on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His mouth opens, teasing your lips apart as you trade air, fingers digging into your soft skin like it’s the last thing he’ll ever touch.

You pull away first, and that’s only because your lungs are aching—not that you mind. The pain helps make this feel real. 

For once, Keisuke’s grin doesn’t seem mocking. He moves a hand to cradle your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that, sweetheart.”

“Not as long as I have,” you admit with a breathy laugh. Your hands lock around his neck, fingers playing with his hair, and you realize you’re smiling.

You kissed. Keisuke kissed you, you kissed him—everything makes sense. Everything is right, and with the moon and tides as your witness, everything is good again.

“Can I…” Keisuke starts, eyes flicking to your lips in an unspoken question. You finish his sentence with a kiss.

“You can always kiss me, Kei,” you say. “You don’t even have to ask.”

There’s the grin you recognize; the scheming, teasing grin that always makes your stomach flip in a way you thought meant he’s up to no good, but now realize as a sign you’d fallen for him long ago. 

“Oh, yeah?” he questions, brushing his lips against yours. “Only here? Or can I kiss… here?” He moves to the corner of your lips, then to the hollow of your cheek as he continues, “and… here? And maybe…”

He trails off, and he trails down, letting his lips drag against your cheek while his hand keeps you firmly in place, lips going done to your chin, down the column of your throat and back up. Your breathy yes would be pathetic—if it ever made it out. All that escapes is a breathy groan of displeasure when he stops, teasing lips hovering just above your own. “What’s that, babe? Want me t’stop?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

Your hands tangle in his hair, lips melding as your make-out turns heated. He slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, silently asking you to open—and you do. His hands curl around you, bringing you closer until there’s no space left between you.

Something digs into your leg. Something hard and unmistakable, and it leaves you grinning deeper than Kei.

You break away, laughing at his whine of protest and briefly glance down. Keisuke follows your eyes and is quick to splutter a nervous chuckle, hands dropping as he tries to step away with a short apology—though the way you catch his belt loops stops him. “Shit—sorry, I didn’t—I just—it’s your fault, y’know—“

“Shut up,” you giggle and drag him back. Now, you kiss him; once, twice, then a third before trailing your lips along the sharp ridge of his cheekbone, along his temple, to his ear. “How about you take me home, Kei?”

Keisuke’s whiplash nearly hurts you. His eyes, big and brown and wide, stare like you’ve grown an extra head. His hands shakily splay against your back, as if he wants to keep you close but he’s not sure he’s allowed to. His voice wavers slightly when he asks, “but I thought… aren’t… I mean, isn’t this… what you wanted?”

Slowly, you nod. Even slower, you pointedly look at the space between you, bridged only by the tent of his black pants. You smile at the sweet way a blush covers his cheeks, and risk slowly trailing your hand along his belt until your fingertips are hovering over that stupid, shiny, obnoxiously big belt buckle you always tease him for.

“I want you, Keisuke, and I want you to take me home.”

He doesn’t need more encouragement. 

Keisuke’s kisses grow fiercer. He devours you, never once breaking contact as his hands slide to find firm purchase on the back of your thighs. With ease, he lifts you atop his bike, setting you in front of him and stepping between your spread legs. The hem of your dress slides up with his calloused palms, collecting in a bunch then pooling down to protect your modesty as he finds two handfuls of ass. He gives a squeeze, eliciting a delighted gasp from you, then pulls back with a toothy smile.

“Then have me, sweetheart. Always been yours, anyways.” 

Your stomach twists, the way it always does when he looks at you like that, and you like it. It makes sense, it feels right—and you don’t have to pretend to justify why it makes your panties wet.

“Gotta—gotta get home—“ you try saying, but Keisuke’s hands have a mind of their own. They’re the only reason you’re still upright as he starts kissing along your neck, carefully grazing his sharp teeth but never once digging in. Your arms lop around him, digging into his scalp and shoulders as he finds this one spot that makes you moan, and you almost curse him for what that smile has done to you.

“Fuckin’—insane—if you think I'ma make it,” he mumbles into your skin, and you think you finally understand how some people can climax from someone’s voice alone.

You laugh and intend to push him away and demand that he do, that you have to, that you need to, because this—isn’t like you, you’re not one to get hot and heavy like this, certainly not in public—

But you can’t think straight. Not when Keisuke’s hands are kneading your ass, pinching and releasing like he can’t decide if he wants to hold on forever or explore somewhere new. Not when his teeth nibble your neck, and you shudder at the unbelievably primal sensation running through you.

Not when the unmistakable hardness of Keisuke’s boner finds home between your thighs, and he starts bucking his hips. It’s subtle, and he doesn’t tease you for the pathetic way you start whimpering. He focuses on continuing to explore the expanse of your otherwise untouched skin, while all you can do is revel in the way your high starts building.

You’ve been kissed before, on the lips and neck and once a little lower, but no one’s ever done this to you; pressed against your collarbone. Moved your neckline aside to suck on the fat of your breast. Left a mark that’ll last longer than a minute. For a moment, you wonder if you should tell him he’s the first, but when the zipper of his pants starts catching your clit, the only thing you’re able to do is moan his name.

Loudly.

Breathy and passionate and different than before, and he pauses. Lifts his head from your collarbone, a thin tendril of salvia keeping his lips still attached to the sensitive skin you know will bruise. He lets one hand trail up your side and cup your face, staring like this might be the last time he ever sees you, all while his hips continue to rut against you.

“Say it again,” he breathes, thumb catching your bottom lip. “Just—just like that.”

“Kei,” you repeat, giggling at the way he brightens and starts kissing you, “we need to go home—now.” For good measure, you boldly let your fingers slide to the edge of his belt buckle, in case he needs some more convincing. His free hand darts to yours, but he doesn’t stop you. He laces his fingers in yours and guides you, letting you palm at his thick hard-on. He lets out a low groan and drops his head from your lips to rest at your chest, just above the collar of your dress. You card one hand through his hair, the other applying light pressure to the (you assume) very painful ache between his legs—and not at all because you know, if he kept bucking into your core the way he just was, the way he keeps doing against your palm—you wouldn’t be able to make it home, either. “Take—take me home, Kei—”

“Not—” he huffs. His grip on your ass tightens, but you can barely feel it. Not when Keisuke whines, low and needy, teeth coming out to nip at your breast, and all you can focus on is the ache between your own legs, getting even worse as his hips start moving faster, forcing the back of your hand against your cunt as you continue to palm him. His hips don’t stop; they push against you so fiercely, so desperately, that you cave, taking away your hand so there’s nothing between you but your clothes. 

You’re on the precipice in minutes; hands digging into his shoulders as you choke on a sob, pleading with him to go faster, to not stop, to keep making you feel good—and it’s made all the worse when he does, pressing his throbbing erection even harder against your soaked panties, all the while pleading into your skin, “can’t—can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t—y/n—“

You gasp when his teeth break skin.

Keisuke’s hips still. Warm air saturates your chest as he groans into it, and for a moment you’re frozen. Your whole body aches, and you want to scream at the cruel way your orgasm was stolen—but you’re too in shock that he got you there that fast, that easily. Something warm trickles down your cheeks, between your breasts—blood? saliva? tears?—he doesn’t move. You don’t move. You’re not even sure he’s breathing, until his shoulders heave and your skin is warmed once more. A slight burn starts to spread across your chest, and when you open your mouth to ask him why the hell he stopped—all that comes out is his name.

You say it softly, then a little louder, but it’s not until you grab his face and force him to look up that he speaks—but his eyes are fixed firmly on the reddening bite mark forming atop your breast.

“M’sorry…”

A mean part of you wants to tell him he owes you a lot more than sorry, but the way his lower lip disappears as he nervously chews on it has you choosing otherwise. “It’s okay,” you comfort instead, “it didn’t hurt that bad.”

Keisuke grimaces. “No, I—” 

He sighs, head dropping back to your chest. Both arms wrap around your waist, and he presses a light kiss to the place he’d just bitten; the only way he probably figures he can keep close without meeting your gaze. He mumbles something, but you only know because you feel his lips moving.

“Can’t hear you…” you try prompting, but it only makes him snuggle deeper. He sighs again, loud and warm and in a way you’re familiar with—the way that really means, I can’t believe I have to do this… “C’mon, Kei, don’t you want to take me home?”

“Ididntmakeit.”

You have never, ever, in your life ever seen Keisuke embarrassed. Not when he told you about needing Chifuyu to tutor him post-juvie; not when he failed his college entry exams; not even when you accidentally walked in on him showering (in hindsight, he was probably a little too comfortable with how long it might’ve taken you to leave).

This was the man who went skinny dipping for fun. He’ll order fruity drinks for his friends who are too embarrassed to do it themselves. His approach to a lost fight is to get a rematch, not pretend it didn’t exist, and even in mundane moments that have you at a loss for words, like mistaking someone’s name or forgetting a face, Kei’s always quick for a retort or defense or a smile that makes everything better.

Keisuke Baji doesn’t get embarrassed—but that’s the only word that fits. His cheeks are redder than you’ve ever seen, his breathing faster than his pulse. His eyes refuse to meet yours, and his fingers knead into clumsy, nervous patterns along the side of your thighs.

Then he takes a deep breath, and with one shaking hand, he slowly brings your palm to the crotch of his pants… that are now sticky.

Your eyes widen, and you’re almost too late to choke down a gasp. Kei’s eyes close, and he ducks his head in shame. “I didn’t—I mean, I haven’t—you're just—I’m so sorry—”

“Why?” It sounds curt, and you don’t intend it to. Better than laughing, you reason—although you will absolutely get him for this later… when it stops feeling like the most humiliating thing in the world.

Keisuke swallows. “I haven’t ever… you know.”

“What, cum early?” It’s cruel to tease, you know that, but you can’t stop the slight satisfaction that you—you—are able to bring a man like Keisuke Baji to his knees.

“No! I mean—no, I…” Kei looks out to the ocean, fingers still anxiously kneading into your thighs. The temperature drops, though you’re not sure if it actually does or you’re just feeling like it as you try to understand what’s happened, what’s happening—what you’re to do next. His jaw clenches and he tries to pull away from you, but you don’t let him. You wrap your legs around the backs of his thighs, keeping him in place.

“Kei…” you say softly. You don’t force him to look at you. Instead, you let your fingers trail up his abs, curling around his neck so you can rest your forehead against his temple and kiss his cheek. “I don’t care. Just means you gotta make it up to me—”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

You’re grateful he doesn’t look at you, because you’re not able to control the utter shock coloring your face. How is that possible? You’ve heard the whispers when you go out; you’ve seen the looks. At parties or bars or clubs, he’d find a pretty thing and disappear, and you assumed you knew what happened behind those closed doors—because why, why, why would you want to ask about that? 

The others didn’t dispel it, either; in fact, they’d constantly rip on him for his… gift, and Keisuke never fought back. He’d just smirk and wink and say, “it’s never disappointed,” and by the time you’d turned red, thinking about when you caught him in the shower and knew what they were saying was true, they’d moved on to taunting someone else.

So how the hell is it possible that Keisuke’s a virgin—and, more importantly, how didn’t you know?

You’re not sure how long it takes you to recover. If he were to ask, you’d say you were just waiting for him—because when you do speak, it’s only when Keisuke turns to you with narrowed eyes, an apprehensive blush clear on his face. 

“Wanna know a secret?” you ask, forcing a teasing lilt to your voice—though your stomach twists. This isn’t exactly the way you wanted to tell him, and for a flash, you think of how disappointed he might be to learn the truth. 

But when he meets your gaze, eyes wide and focused entirely on you, somewhere between hopeful and nervous, you know it’s for the best. Your smile is sweet, but not as sweet as your lips when you kiss the crinkle between his eyes. He immediately relaxes, hands stilling as he leans into you. “Neither have I.”

He straightens and pulls far enough away so he can examine you. For a minute, your confession hangs between the two of you, then Kei starts floundering, “but I thought… you said… but he… what about your ex?”

You shrug, your own cheeks starting to flush. “It never felt right.”

Keisuke blinks. His mouth parts, eyes darting between yours like he’s waiting for the gotcha!, but all he receives is the embarrassed way you can’t meet his gaze, feeling as if you’ve somehow let him down. You squirm, his warm hands still atop your thighs sending butterflies to your stomach, and shrug again. “I dunno, I just—didn’t think it was fair. Doing that with someone, when all I could think about…” you swallow, lips twisting as you debate whether or not to tell him the truth. 

He catches your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Think about what, sweetheart?”

The way he asks tells you he already knows; but like earlier, when you knew and had to hear it anyway, he needs you to say it, too.

So you take a steadying breath. You gently trail a finger down the side of his jaw, and you make yourself smile as you say, “you, Kei. It didn’t seem right if it wasn’t you.”

This time when he kisses you, it’s slow. He takes his time in tasting you, in savoring the moment. He lets you guide where his lips go, how his hands wander, and he waits for you to pull back before he suggests, “how about I take you home now?”

Your stomach flutters. Fingers knot at the base of his skull, and slowly, a smile spreads on your face. 

“I’d like that.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your temple. You can feel the joy in it, one that doesn’t fade for either of you as he unhooks your legs so you can properly straddle the bike, then tucks the helmet on you and pops on himself.

“Hold on,” he calls as he revs the engine, “might be goin’ a bit faster than usual.”

“Don’t worry,” you laugh, and even though you know he probably can’t hear you, you add, “I’m never letting go.”

You make it to Keisuke’s apartment in seven minutes flat—which, normally, would leave you terrified, given his place is twenty minutes from your spot, but you doubt that’s what’s got your heart racing. He barely gives you enough time to take the helmet off before his hands are back on you, easily scooping you up and carrying you up the stairs. You bump into a few walls, and the way you’ve got a loose grasp on his helmet sends it craning into his back just as often, but neither of you care. Between fits of giggles and cautious glances to make sure he’s not about to walk you through a glass door (or down a stairwell), you kiss like it’ll be the last time you ever get the chance to.

“Anyone home?” you mumble into his lips. He slams you against the front door of his shared three-bedroom apartment, using his hips to keep you up while he tries to find the lock by memory.

“Nope,” he replies, lips busy with your skin, fingers fumbling uselessly behind you. “Stupid—fucking lock—told Tora to leave it—never fuckin’ listens—”

“Relax,” you laugh, although that’s rich coming from you. Your legs tighten around him as you break free from his kiss, instead sucking along the column of his throat. Freeing his face is supposed to give him enough room to actually look for the lock, so the two of you can stop dry-humping in the hall and finally get the privacy you need—but like always, Keisuke does the unexpected.

He throws his head back and moans, giving you more access to leave a matching hickey—and you’re not strong enough to resist the temptation. A whine starts in his throat, from where you’re sucking on his pale skin. The keys clatter to the ground.

“Keisuke,” you scold—but before you can tease him for being in a rush, his lips are back on yours.

“Never gonna make it,” is his only defense.

“Gonna—gonna have to,” you reply, but every time you try pulling away or reach for the keys yourself, he grabs you. Wraps your wrists in his rough hands, pins them to the door beside your head, and leans so far forward that, even with your limp legs, he’s able to keep you up himself. “Kei—“

“So help me sweetheart,” he warns, hips rolling against yours with a sense of urgency only outmatched by his kiss, “if you keep saying my name like that, I swear to the gods I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

“So help me, sweetheart,” you shoot back, breathy and hot as you try to avoid the way his lips chase yours, “if you don’t get me inside right now, I might let you.”

He freezes. Pulls away from the delightful bruise he’d just been leaving below your ear and stares at you with a mixture of awe and utter delight. “Really?”

You swat the back of his head. “No, dumbass, open the fucking door.”

Keisuke’s lips, pink and bruising slightly, twist in a pretend pout as he squats. He keeps one thick palm under your thigh, keeping your leg wrapped around him as he snags his keys. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“Says the guy who does—that,” you try scoffing, but you’re cut off with a moan when Kei stands and bounces you against his hips. His boner is back and harder than before, pressing into your core, the messy, wet mix of your drenched panties and his earlier cum making a lewd sound in the otherwise silent hallway. 

“Does… what, babe?” he teases. “C’mon, finish that sentence.” 

You don’t know how he finds the focus to actually find the lock this time, but you thank every deity in the world that he does—because it takes just a second, a single, solitary second for him to jimmy it in, slam the door open, and you’re finally alone.

The door frame rattles. Something falls, but you can’t tell if it’s the mirror you insisted he hang above the entry table you insisted he get or if it’s the rickety old coat rack Chifuyu said would ‘class up the joint’; all you know is that as soon as the key is in, Baji’s hands are back to cradling your thighs for support as he crosses the threshold. 

You reach for the door, but he catches it with his ankle and slams it shut, quickly spinning to pin you against it.

“Really—” you pant, “really got the place—to ourselves?”

“Mhm,” Keisuke confirms. He leans into you, palms rubbing along your thighs until they get to your knees, silently asking you to wrap tighter around him. You do, and the moment he feels your ankles cross at the small of his back, his hands move to your waist. “Told ‘em—needed space.”

“Oh?” you question, your hands reaching for the hem of his shirt and tug, tug, tugging—“And when’d you do that?”

He reaches behind his head and yanks his tee off, tossing it carelessly into the darkness of the apartment. You hadn’t even paused to turn on the lights.

“After I saw Tadashi.” You can tell he’s grinning, especially as you drag your nails along the chiseled plane of his abs. His hands slide up your torso, thumb rubbing your stomach through the thin cotton of your dress, grazing the underwire of your bra. “Told Tora this one wasn’t gonna work, either, ’n he said I should just tell ya the truth, 'cause he couldn’t watch me mope around all night again—”

“Mope?” you tease. Kei’s fingers dig in. “Kazutora accused you of moping?”

“Well—shut up!” he whines. “You try watching the person you’re in love with go out with guys who don’t deserve them and tell me you wouldn’t start moping either—y/n? Why… are you looking at me like that?”

Your eyes are wide. Your hands go limp, the helmet falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Your lips part to say… something, but you’re not sure what.

Keisuke’s told you he’s loves you a thousand times; the brief ‘kay love ya! before he hangs up; the gentle love you, see ya tomorrow whenever he’d bring you home; the drawn out gods I love you after you’ve surprised him with his favorite meal—but none like this.

None so… blatant. So unmistakable.

Kei stares at you curiously, as if he isn’t even aware of what he’s just said. He repeats your name, hands leaving your waist to catch your chin.

“You’re… in love with me?” 

Keisuke blinks.

For a moment, you think you must’ve misheard, he must’ve misspoke, you must have misunderstood—but a brilliant smile breaks his face, and he nuzzles his nose against yours. “‘Course I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I’ve been in love with you, and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you—”

You kiss him.

The gentlest one yet. The way you always dreamed your first one would be; soft, sweet, lips pressing together while your hands held him close. Heartbeats synching. The world falling away as it’s just the two of you, in this moment, endless and forever.

There’s only one thing to say when you pause: “I love you too, Keisuke.”

Your teeth knock together as Keisuke can’t contain his smile, either. Hands move, one around the small of your back and the other under a single thigh. Your lips never part as he carries you to his room.

He sets you at the foot of his bed and stands above you. His chest heaves, bare and flushed with need. Your hands slip from his neck to his bed to keep yourself propped up, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. Keisuke’s hands travel to your knees, and he just—stares.

He loves you. How could he not, with the way that pretty dress puddles on his mattress, exposing nearly all of your leg but hiding what he’s been waiting for his whole adult life? How could he not, with the way his spit makes your collar glistens in the moonlight, filtering in from behind those sheer curtains you insisted he get? How could he not love the way you say his name, reaching towards him, fingers catching on his belt buckle as you ask him if he’s ready?

“Not yet,” he whispers. The hoarseness of his voice, the way it’s dropped several octaves from merely seeing you on his bed, sends a jolt of electricity through you. You’re about to ask why, but the reverence in how he’s looking at you makes you not want to break this spell.

He trails his fingers along your calves. Gently, he unhooks your legs from his waist. His fingers shake as he struggles with the straps of your heels, but when you go to help, he catches your wrist. 

“No,” he repeats, “not yet.”

You keep quiet and merely watch as your best friend, the man of your dreams, takes his time in undressing you. One wedge, then the other, falling off your feet with a dull clank! on the carpet. Keisuke kisses your ankles, then starts kissing up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs—

The anticipation has you dripping. Your thighs instinctively clench when he gets to your hem, hands curling into fists by your sides. Your panties are uncomfortably glued to your cunt, sticky in a way you’ve never been before, and he’s not even lifted your dress to see yet.

Keisuke rests his chin atop your thigh. “Please,” he pleads—pleads—“Let me—baby, let me. I wanna taste you.”

Today is not the day you learn to refuse him.

Your muscles shake from anticipation as you slowly spread your legs, but that’s not enough for him. “Baby, no, I—I wanna hear you say it.” His voice is soft, shaky. A little hesitant, as if he’s not sure if this’ll ruin the moment but he knows he has to be sure—he has to hear you say it… if only to revel in the desperate way you say his name. 

“Keisuke, please… whatever you want, have it. Just—touch me, Kei, please, I need you—“

“Need you too, sweetheart,” he praises, running his lips along your thigh. “Gonna—gonna have you now, okay?”

His fingers still shake when he lifts your dress, exposing the black lace of your panties to him. At first glance, he can’t tell that they’re absolutely soaked—but that doesn’t stop the way you start to squirm in embarrassment as he just… stares. His thumbs dig into the fat of your hips, broad palms keeping your thighs spread and pinned to the bed.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s not breathing.

“Kei?”

He doesn’t look up. 

His grip gets tighter. His eyes narrow. Before you get the chance to ask him what’s wrong, he growls, “you wore these for him?”

You blink. That is not what you were expecting, but before you can defend with they’re my lucky pair, or I wanted to feel sexy, or it doesn’t matter, I’m here with you—Keisuke’s ripped them off.

You yelp when the fabric bites your skin, failing to wriggling away as Keisuke strips them off your ankle. “What the fuck—“

“I’ll get you a new pair,” he mutters. “Shit—I’ll get you a hundred pairs, but you get rid of every single set someone else has seen. Got it?”

Your lips purse. He’s being unreasonable, you think, and totally ridiculous… but no matter how much your brain tries to reason he’s out of line, your fluttering pussy doesn’t get the message. Your slick is evident now, exposed and iridescent in the moonlight, dripping down your hole and slowly saturating the sheets.

Usually, Keisuke wouldn’t let it go. Usually, he’d keep picking at it until you cave, or at least recognize you heard him—but usually, he’s not staring at your cunt. 

Right now, he can’t focus on anything but how desperate he is to be inside you.

“Yeah, think ya got it… fuck, babe… seems like you like it when I say shit like that, hunh?” 

You whimper slightly, having to bite your lip to keep it together. Slowly, he drags the tip of his finger from the sheet beneath you up along your wet folds. He barely touches you, but when he pulls his finger away, it’s covered in a layer of you. 

He brings it to his face with a cocky grin, watching how the pad shines in the moonlight. “You always this wet, or am I special?”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, preparing to bring up how special he found you earlier—only to immediately throw your head back and moan as Keisuke buries his face between your legs.

There is no preamble. There are no more teasing quips or pauses; Keisuke dives in like a man starved, and the only thing that can sate his appetite is you.

He starts with broad strokes, gathering as much of your slick as he can. He’s messy, messier than you, and soon there’s more of his spit than your wetness between your legs. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them pinned and spread on his shoulders as he continues to feast, thumbs spreading your lips open so he can truly devour you.

When Keisuke starts suckling on your clit, your fingers knot in his hair. You moan, loud and whiney and plead for him to keep going as your orgasm starts to boil—faster than before, more powerful too, with greater ease than you’ve ever managed to pull from yourself.

Keisuke brings a hand to your clit, quickly swiping the puffy bud with the pad of his thumb as he focuses his tongue on your fluttering hole. In and out, up and down, the warm muscle drives you insane. Your grip on his hair must hurt, but he says nothing; he focuses on making you feel as good as humanly possible, never once letting up, not even when you start to choke, “Kei—I’m—I’m gonna—“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands. “C’mon, pretty girl, make a mess on my face, wanna feel how you clench, wanna make ya cry—”

It sends you over the edge.

With a scream of his name, your back arches. Your thighs try closing around him but still, he doesn’t let up. He keeps pace, tongue-fucking you, lapping up all the juice that spills out as his thumb continues caressing your clit until you do start crying and you do have to plead, “no—no more, Kei, can’t—“

“Can,” he corrects—but he stops. His hand stills, moving so that the warmth of his palm covers that sensitive bundle of nerves, and only then does he stop lapping at your hole. He presses a gentle kiss to your sex, then to your inner thigh. “But I’ll be nice tonight, sweetheart. Only ‘cause I love you, though.”

You stare at the ceiling as you catch your breath. The paint is peeling in the corner. The glow-in-the-dark stars you helped him put up when he first moved in are dim. The walls are covered in motorcycle posters. A calendar set to the wrong month hangs above a salvaged desk, covered with various veterinary textbooks, barely legible notebooks, a handful of empty beer cans, and a handful of DVD cases, one of which you know is Dyslexia; How to Read When Even Your Brain Doesn’t Want You To. A neon sign advertising Margaritaville is unlit beside his closet. A pile of clothes that didn’t make it to the hamper rests beneath it.

 The room is so—Keisuke , you feel at peace, even as your limbs turn to jelly.

Your heart is racing faster than if you’d just run a marathon. “Thought—thought you said you hadn’t—“ you try panting, but it’s too much effort, too soon. You end up collapsing back on the bed, head swimming with euphoria.

“Said I hadn’t had sex,” Keisuke corrects as he stands, your limp thighs falling to the either side of his waist, “not that I’ve never eaten pussy.” He scoffs, as if that should’ve been obvious. “I’m not an idiot, babe. I respect women enough to know where the clit is.”

A little laugh escapes you. The fan motor is the only other sound. It’s cool, your nipples perk beneath your bra, but you’re still hot. Still hyper aware that Keisuke is just a few inches away, watching your bare cunt flutter and beg him for more.

Keisuke does love you. You know he does, because he gives you time to catch your breathe before he starts up again, only pressing soft kisses to the inside of your legs and quiet offerings of, “so fuckin’ pretty” and “can’t believe you’re here” and, your favorite, the only one you respond to: “so in love with you.” 

“I love you too, Kei.”

He runs his hands along your sides, slowly taking more and more of your dress up with it until the entire thing is resting by your neck. He makes quick work of your bra, not even needing you to sit up as he unhooks it and lifts the cups away.

He says nothing; just stares at your naked body with the same adoration and awe he held when taking off your shoes.

“You’re—so beautiful,” he whispers. “Y’know that? So—so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He bends down and takes a pert nipple in his mouth. You whine, hate yourself for doing so, then whine again as his free hand starts tweaking your other nipple. He runs his tongue over every inch of your chest, making sure you’re covered with his spit and hands, traversing as much of you as he can.

When he gets to your face, he smiles. “You’re mine, yeah? All mine?”

Your fingers run over his jaw, over the bruise that’s barely discernible in the moonlight. No one’s touched you like him; no one’s even kissed you like him, either, and you’re not sure if it’s the “Keisuke” of it all making you feel like this, or if this is how it’s supposed to have felt all along. 

The answer comes easily.

“Yeah,” you agree with a smile of your own, “yeah, m’all yours, Keisuke. Pretty sure I always have been.”

“Always, hunh?” He holds you gently now; a stark contrast to the hungry way he’d just devoured you. “That mean you’ve always loved me, too?”

Your breathy yes is lost in a gasp when his hand slides between your legs. Gently, he prods a single thick finger into your virgin hole, shallowly dipping in and out. “Never had someone else in here, hunh? M’gonna be your first?”

“Y-yes,” you repeat, voice cracking. Your eyes flutter close as he keeps fingering you. You’d had fingers in there before, but none like this. Your own couldn’t compare, two of yours barely able to stretch the way one of his does… and he’s not even going all the way. Not even knuckle deep as he explores only the shallows, letting you adjust.

Your face scrunches when he adds a second.

“This okay?” he asks. You look at him, hand wrapping around his neck as you bring his forehead down to meet yours.

You nod, then remember what he said earlier, how you could feel his cock jumping when you were sweet and needy for him. “Yeah, Keisuke. Yes—yes, I want this. I want you.”

He cups your face and trails soft kisses from corner to corner, breaking apart only to lift your dress and bra over your head. They’re carelessly thrown to the floor, you have half a mind to scold him that it’ll wrinkle—but when he goes back to your cunt, two fingers halfway in, all you’re able to say is the harsh inhale of his name.

They’re shallow, never pushing in deep enough to hurt, slowly stretching your rim to its max. He goes a little deeper, then starts scissoring them, and it becomes nearly impossible to believe he hasn’t done this before.

“No—no way you’re a virgin,” you hiss when Keisuke’s lips travel to your breast. He alternates between sucking hickeys and kneading them while staring at the way your cunt sucks him in, never stopping his ministrations.

Keisuke lets out a short scoff and shifts. “You literally made me cum my pants like a teenager.”

“Then how—“

“I told ya, babe, I respect women,” is his only reply. The only one he’s willing to give, at least, because he starts paying more attention to your tits than what questions are spilling his way.

You feel like you’ve got to be ready when he adds a third, and you say as much—only for Keisuke to meet your gaze with a cocky grin. “Trust me, sweetheart. You’re gonna thank me for this.” 

It can’t be much longer until he deems you ready, but it feels like forever, even if he keeps you distracted from the slight burn between your legs by playing with your breasts, sucking on your throat, praising you.

“Taking m’fingers so well, pretty thing. You’re such a good girl f’me, can’t believe you made me wait this long…”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you scold. He curls his fingers mid-way through your sentence, rubbing against a sensitive spot you’ve never been able to find on your own. You keen his name, hand snapping down to catch his forearm. He pauses.

“Too much?”

Slowly, you shake your head, eyes watering. “Please, Kei, I—I want you to fuck me.”

Keisuke presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Never could say no to you, sweetheart.”

If you could think clearly, you’d start listing all the times he has denied you, starting with just a few seconds ago—but him withdrawing his fingers leaves you feeling too empty to do much but pout.

When he pulls away, you chase after him, only for him to shake his head with a fond grin. “How am I supposed to fuck you if you won’t let me take my pants off?”

With hot cheeks, your lips twist. “You were the one who wanted to fuck on your bike, and then in the hall—what, were you planning on stripping naked then, too?”

You’re rewarded with a very rare, very endearing blush. He sits back on his knees and rubs his neck, eyes dropping from yours—then his lip curls in a smirk. “With how wet you got, seems like you wanted me to. What—you like the idea of that? Getting fucked in public? Don’t worry, sweetheart, maybe we’ll try that one day…” He laughs at the way you squirm, but he’s not wrong; your cunt clenches at the thought.

“You’re such a dick.” Your hands reach for his belt, fumbling slightly as you try to undo it. Keisuke’s hands take over, getting rid of the black leather in seconds.

“Your dick,” he corrects, hands back on you, gently laying you back against his pillows, trailing over your now completely naked body, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You roll your eyes but say nothing, heart in your throat, pussy pulsing in anticipation.

He straightens, taking in the display in front of him. Taking in you.

You sit up slightly, chewing your lower lip. He’s beautiful, but even more so in the moonlight. It illuminates his pale skin, almost making him glow in the darkness of the rest of his room. Obsidian hair falls in a straight sheet around his flushed cheeks, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Violet and red marks adorn his neck and chest. His abs flex when he watches the way your eyes trail down; down the inlet between them, down the stern jut of his prominent v-line, over the faint trail of dark hair that disappears into the band of his jeans.

His fingers—the ones just inside you—hover on the button. They’re covered in your slick, resting just above a bulge that looks absolutely delicious, one that you know he can’t wait to bury inside you—but still, he hesitates.

“I love you, Keisuke,” you say. He smiles. It’s the only further confirmation he needs before he’s pushing off the bed and pulling down his jeans and underwear in one go.

The others have lied about a lot—like Baji’s lack of virginity—but the size of Keisuke is not one of them.

Your jaw drops as you push to your knees, staring at Keisuke’s cock like it’s the first you’ve ever seen. It’s not, and technically speaking, it’s not even the first time you’ve seen his—but that time in the shower, when it was hanging heavily between his legs and you only caught a glimpse… apparently, that was him soft.

Keisuke hard is more impressive than any porn you’ve seen. So heavy that it can barely support its own weight, even with all the blood rushing through it, and so wide around even Keisuke, with his broad palms and lanky fingers, doesn’t dwarf it. 

A thick bead of pre slips out the tip, trailing along the bulging vein that disappears under Keisuke’s hand as he starts to stroke it.

“This… is where the others tapped out,” he says slowly, taking in the way you watch. “I mean—not that I’m thinking about them—but I just—“

“You’re big.”

Keisuke chokes on a laugh. “So I’ve heard. Pretty virgin like you wouldn’t know any better though, would you?”

You give him a withering glare. “I’ve sucked dick before, asshole. You’re big.”

Keisuke’s jaw clenches. “Yeah? Go on, then. Show me how you’ve sucked dick.”

Later, you’ll tease him for how jealous he got, and later, you’ll revel in the possessive way he determines to erase every other touch from your memory—but now, you obediently crawl towards him, one of your smaller hands overlapping his, and you take control.

You press a soft kiss to his flushed tip. It’s larger than your lips, his pre a salty gloss as you kiss again and again—Keisuke grips your hair. “Suck.”

It’s as much a plea as it is a command, one you can’t ignore. You take him,—just the tip—in your mouth, tongue swirling over his warm head as your hand replaces his on the rest of his dick. Your fingers barely touch, and no matter how you adjust, how you lay your palm or spread your fingers… there’s still at least an inch of him exposed.

He hisses, nearly drowning out the lewd, wet sound your pussy makes as it clenches around nothing.

“This—turning you on?” he says, as if his cock isn’t twitching obscenely against your tongue. “Fuckin—sucking on a big cock making you wet?”

You let go with a wet pop! and bat your eyelashes at him. You know exactly what you’re doing when you say, “No, Kei. I’m this wet ‘cause of you.”

With a groan, Keisuke pulls your head back to his dick and thrusts in, sliding as far as you’ll let him before you start to gag. “That’s—that’s it, sweetheart, get it nice and wet.”

He holds you there for a moment, waiting until you tap on his thigh before sliding out. Your eyes are teary, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Deftly, you twist your wrist while catching your breath. His fingers go from knotting in your hair to petting the back of your head.

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna bust,” he warns, but his fond smile gives him away.

You merely smile. “Telling me you’ve never had your cock sucked, Kei?” 

His lip curls in a snarl, which disappears with a groan when you take him in your throat once more. Slowly, lips pursing around him, tongue flicking along the sensitive underside of his cockhead as you try going as far as you can. Your jaw is already starting to ache, but you’re determined to prove yourself.

“Not—like this,” he moans, pushing your head a little further down. Your lips split in a smile, and you raise your hand to start fondling his balls—a trick that’s always gotten you success before—but before you make contact, Keisuke is sliding out and grabbing your jaw. He’s breathing heavily, pupils blown out with lust. He stares at your lips then leans forward, not flinching at the taste of himself on you.

“Wanna fuck you now,” he mumbles. You wrap your arms around his neck and start to lean back, nodding.

“Want you to fuck me too,” you agree. One of Keisuke’s muscular thighs slides between your legs, easing them apart. He keeps kissing you, letting you fall softly against his pillows while he keeps stroking his member, slick with your spit.

He taps the tip of his cock against your clit. You hiss in surprise, eyes closing shut at the sudden sensation of pleasure that rushes through you. “Let me know if it hurts,” he says quietly. He grips his cock right beneath the head, guiding it through your slick folds, getting as much of your fluids on him as he can. 

He’s torn between needing to see the way you suck him in, and the need to squeeze his eyes shut. The sight of you alone, legs spread on either side, pussy gushing because of him, covering in marks because of him, mewling his name as you beg him to fuck you—it’s almost enough for him to cum on the spot. 

Faintly, honks echo from the street below. It’s amazing that in this instant, as your world is about to change forever and for the better, everyone else is going about their business like nothing’s happening. They’re catching a late-dinner with their partner; walking home from a late-night meeting that could’ve been an email; swinging by the grocer’s to pick up snacks and drinks to share with their friends… The whole world is continuing on, just beyond that window, but for you and Keisuke… it’s as if time’s stopped. 

The world is only real for the two of you.

He bends down to kiss you, making sure to pour every ounce of love and care he has into this one. You respond just as sweetly, reveling in the power of this moment, this one decision that will irrevocably tie you together forever, the way you were always meant to be.

He loves you, you love him, and there’s nothing else that matters.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod, then echo, “ready,” and he puts it in; just the tip, spearing past your tight hole. The two of you let out a synchronous gasp.

It’s even more than three of his fingers; warm, too, and thick, softer but also harder and full—you’re so, so, so full as he slowly edges in. It hurts—it feels good—it burns—you need more—

“Baby,” Keisuke pants. He’s let go of his cock, letting just the first inch or so rest comfortably within your walls. You feel him twitch, feel how tight his fingers dig into the sheets on either side of you so he doesn’t add more bruises to your ever-growing collection. “Baby, talk to me. Tell me—are you—are you okay?”

You whimper slightly when he sinks a little further. Eyes scrunching, your fingers digging into his thighs as you try to even your breath. “It—it’s so—“ you try saying, but it’s like you can feel him in your stomach, the pressure tightening all the way up your throat and cutting you off.

“So—good,” Keisuke gasps. He does the best he can, really, but you—you’re so—warm, and wet, and inviting—the place you’re joined might be the best thing he’s ever felt–ever seen. He slides a little further, presses a kiss to wherever he can reach as he waits until your chest stops heaving as horribly. He tries telling you he loves you, he really tries telling you how amazing you are, how perfect you are, how good you feel—but all that comes out are choked, half-sentences that fade into groans.

Tears prick at your lash line by the time he’s securely sheathed in you. Your fingers dig into his back, trying to pull him flush to your chest and bury his head in your neck so he can’t see. You know how he’ll feel; he’ll pull out and say he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt you and it’s not worth it and he won’t try again–and that’s not what you want. You just need some time to adjust, that’s all. 

You never realized how empty you were.

Keisuke lifts up from the crook of your neck when the first tear slides against his cheek. “M’sorry,” he breathes, kissing one eye, then the other, licking the tear tracks and kissing you again. “M’sorry, I don’t wanna hurt—“ His arms shake on either side of you. The urge to start shifting his hips is sinful, but he doesn’t. He can’t, not until you're okay, not until you tell him it’s okay.

“It’s—okay,” you breathe. Your face says otherwise, but really… it’s okay. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck, offering him a little smile as you shift your hips ever-so-slightly against his. “I’m—I’m okay, baby, really. Just—just go slow.”

Keisuke kisses you. Slowly, deeply, spreading your lips with his as he gently pulls out and slides back in, heeding your directive to go slow. It hurts, it still hurts, is it supposed to hurt like this—but right when you’re about to give up, right when you’re about to tell him it's too much and maybe you should stop… it starts to feel good.

Not just full, but satisfying, bumping against the back of your messy cunt with every stroke. The ridge of his cockhead catches your insides in a way that makes your toes curl, and before long, your legs are wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Gods—fuck, Kei, fuck—“ you hiss, burying your head in his shoulder, biting his collarbone to keep yourself from screaming. “Just—there, like that, don’t—fuck—“

“Thought you said you were a virgin,” he hisses. Your broken pleas of, I am, I am, I am—go unrecognized as he slowly picks up speed. “Virgin pussy—heh—always feel this—fuckin’ good?”

You moan, loud and unreserved, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. Your stomach burns. Your pussy clenches, but for the first time, there’s finally something to hold on to, finally something to fill you up—you’ve never been so full, never felt so good. The coil tightens in your stomach, made all the more tense by the fact there’s something inside— “Gonna— gonna cum, Kei, don’t—don’t stop, please—“

“Yeah, sweetheart? You gonna—gonna cum for me? Go on, cum f’me. Cum on my cock, baby, show me what we’ve been—been waitin’ for—“

You cry when your orgasm finally washes over you.

You’ve never climaxed this powerfully before, to the point that you’ve felt like—this. The world is empty besides the two of you. Bells ring in your ear as you struggle to keep your eyes open, your whole body floating. You feel everything and nothing; like you’re weightless but have never been so heavy in your life.

You gasp for air, fingers digging into Keisuke’s shoulders as his hips stutter a few more times then still. His moans into your ear as his own orgasms consumes him, painting your insides white, shooting so much it drips out of your spent pussy and starts to puddle between you.

He stays there for a moment. Lets his lips trace lazy patterns beneath your ear, still half-hard inside you, one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other holding your breast. Even though you’re spent, your hands delicately trail up and down his spine. Your breathing is heavy and your smile bright and you think you could stay right here forever.

The plastic stars one his ceiling smile down at you, and you imagine the ones outside are doing the same. ‘About time!’ they seem to say. After all these years, about time. There’s a shrill whistle of bus brakes, screeching to a halt; a muffled shout from one pedestrian to another. The fan creaks slightly, the cool air washing over you and helping calm the raging fire on your skin. The clock on Keisuke’s lopsided nightstand, made even with a stack of textbooks he never got to put to use, beeps at midnight: the end of one day, the start of forever.

Kei takes a deep breath and slides off, hissing as his sensitive cock is exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. He lays on his back, taking a hand and placing it over his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart.

Your legs are sticky. They’re already getting sore. Your hips ache, your spine stretches, your chest burns—but you relish it. Kei’s breathing evens beside you. 

Glancing, you check if he’s asleep—but with the way his forearm covers his eyes, you can’t tell. He looks even more like an angel now. Light, from a city just waking up, creeps past the curtains, illuminating slivers of his pale and flushed skin. He looks–relaxed. Content, even with the blush still coloring his high cheeks bones. His lips are parted, shallow gasps of air being sucked through them, but the longer you look, the more it looks like they’re curling in a smile.

His chest rises and falls steadily, and just when you start to think he might actually be asleep, the hand beneath your neck starts playing with your hair.

“Think it’s—always this good?” he asks breathlessly, pulling you in a little closer.

You pretend to think. He tilts his head, cracking an eye to look down at you curiously. You smile. “I don’t know. Think we better try again—y’know, just to be sure.”

Kei barks out a laugh and pulls you to his chest, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And right now, with the gentle light filtering through his open window, sweaty and smiling and with his cum dripping from between your legs to make a mess of his thigh, you are.

You play with the edges of his hair, sprawled lazily across his sweaty forehead. With a soft smile, he reaches for your fingers and pulls them to his lips. “Do you actually like it? My haircut, I mean. Pretty sure you liked the other stuff.”

You answer with a laugh, pressing a kiss to where the edges fall. “I love it.”

He grins and rolls over, pinning you to the mattress. The short locks make a curtain, hiding the two of you from anything but each other. “Good. Did it f’you.”

“For me?”

He hums and buries his face in your neck, delicately kissing the bruising skin. “Noticed your type. None of them had long hair, ’n I thought…”

With a pealing laugh, you grab his cheeks and bring his face to yours, smothering him with kisses. “Keisuke, you are such an idiot.”

He pretends to frown, but kisses you all the same. “Weren’t calling me that when I was making you scream earlier.”

“Kei,” you say, forcing him back so you can really meet his eyes, “short hair, long hair. No hair. The only kind of guy I’ve ever truly wanted has been you.”

Keisuke blinks. Short, thick lashes bat against those endlessly high cheekbones of his, and then he smiles. He lowers his lips to yours once more and gifts you a kiss; deep, slow. A kiss that’s been years in the making, that says all that your words have and then some.

“I love you,” he says, and you barely have time to say the same before he’s kissing you, hardening cock easily gliding back through your sticky folds, and you go for round two.

So... happy adventuring :) thank you for reading! if you made it this far… pls reblog, drop a comment, or leave an ask if you enjoyed!! I worked really, really hard on this, and it would mean the absolute world to me that, if y’all enjoyed it, you told me why. if you hated it, tell me why. if i made you cry or scream or fall in love or fierce fiercely full of disappointed rage, tell me why!! i won’t bite (unless you ask)!

hopefully the next adventure gets even better. thanks for reading!

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╰┈➤ ❝ [sukuna x reader] ❞

content: no curse au

warnings: period sex, blood(duh), vaginal fingering, creampie, sukuna seems like he not into it but he is trust me, insecurities(it’s them damn hormones lol)

notes: slowly but surely moving my fave fics to this blog from my old one :)

me

<<i’m coming over

brat🙄💝

>>ok

sukuna raises his eyebrow. already he knows something is off. whenever he texted you, you would always reply with enthusiasm and a shit ton of emojis, but just an ‘ok’ was weird

me

<<u good?

brat🙄💝

>>mhm

>>tired

>>can u get me some chocolate ice cream 🍨 <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you open the door for your boyfriend after hearing the doorbell ring incessantly.

“i brought the ice cream,” he says plainly and steps inside.

“mm,” you hum and take the bag. “thank you, baby.”

even your tone is off.

“the fuck’s wrong with you?” sukuna asks. after almost four years together you’ve gotten used to his gruff and mean tone. he touches your forehead with the back of his hand, not feeling any abnormal warmth. “you sick or something?”

“no, i’m on my period.”

sukuna blinks. “period? i thought you stopped getting those.”

“i told you i got off birth control so my periods would start up again.”

he squints, not remembering that conversation. “the fuck did you do that for?”

you want to strangle him. “it was making me gain weight and breaking me out. we talked about this.”

“…”

your patience is stretched too thin right now. you sigh. “the day i told you we’re going to have to use condoms until i can get a new prescription. three months ago.”

okay now he remembers that conversation. because he was pouty all week about not being able to cum in you for god knows how long. “rightttt. and when is that gonna be?”

you shrug. “i dunno, could be weeks, months.”

sukuna holds your shoulders, looking you right in the eye when he says, “condoms suck balls.”

“just get me a spoon,” you huff and plop onto the loveseat. 

both of you cuddle on the couch, sukuna laying his palm on the hot water bottle to keep it on your abdomen while you eat the ice cream. occasionally a cramp hits you and makes you groan or whine quietly.

sukuna looks down at you, adjusting the bottle. “can’t you bleed quieter?”

“you’re a dick,” you huff. “i’m literally dying.”

“you’re not dying.”

you rest your chin on his thick bicep and blink up at him. “babe i’m dying.”

he rolls his eyes and pokes your nose. “don’t be annoying. you’ll be fine. if you were dying i’d take you to the hospital.”

you smile softly. “thanks. you know what would help?”

“what?”

your hand rubs his thigh up to his crotch.

“ew, no!” he gags and shuffles away from you. “i’m not fucking you like this.”

you whine and drape yourself dramatically over him. “baby, pleasssseeee? my flow isn’t that heavy anyways, plus it really helps with cramps.” you pout up at him.

sukuna gags again. “god, ew. you’re so fucking nasty.”

“i thought you’d do anything for me!” your pout deepens and you bust out the puppy eyes he can’t resist. “we can even do it in the shower, or i’ll put a towel down.”

sukuna tries to stand and escape your grasp but you hold tight. “sukunaaaaaa!” you yowl like a dying cat.

he ponders it, watching you whine and squirm and bitch about your cramps. “ugh, fine, but you owe me after this.”

immediately you’re cheerful again, pained facade gone. “yay! let’s go to the shower!”

your apartment shower is tiny; barely enough room for both of you to squeeze through thanks to your boyfriend's massive frame. 

“not the shower,” sukuna tacks on. “it’s too fucking small. we’ll do it in your room.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sukuna waits on your bed in his boxers, idly texting on his phone. you insisted on taking a shower beforehand despite not there being a lot of blood. he just wanted to get it over with.

there’s an old towel under him, dark grey and bleach stained from you covering his shoulders with it when you helped him recolour his roots.

the bedroom door opens and you step in, braids tucked away in your satin bonnet and white towel around your body. “gotta hurry, don’t wanna stain this towel!”

the towel is thrown onto the chair with a million clothes you refuse to fold and you’re climbing onto your bed, sitting on the old towel. 

“so now what?” sukuna asks.

“just do what you normally do.” you lay on your back, making sure your ass is under the towel and not your clean, blue sheets. 

so he starts by fondling your tits, cupping and rolling them the way you like. when he bends his head down to capture a nipple in his mouth, you squeal loudly in surprise.

his hands are hot on your sensitive body, kneading and squeezing the soft curves and rolls until he trails his hand down to your core.

your thighs close around his hand and he’s confused. “thought you wanted this.”

“i do!” you whine. “just never done it before. s’weird.”

he huffs softly and pulls your thigh open. the smell of copper hits him but it’s not too strong, just like having a nosebleed.

“are you gonna put your mouth on it?” you ask and laugh at his scandalised expression. 

“fuck no.”

“relax.” you say between guffaws. “i was kidding.”

his finger tentatively grazes your clit and you’re suddenly too self aware again. he massages the bud slowly, intent on making it good for you. you start to squirm on the bed, legs opening wider.

he sucks on your neck, humming lowly, licking your body wash scent off your skin. with slight hesitation, his middle finger slips inside you. it’s wet and warm. he tries not to think about it too much and focuses on the way you’re writhing and gripping his biceps. 

“ah,” you sigh in pleasure. “that’s good, babe.”

he closes the small distance between your lips, groaning loudly at finally kissing you. you gasp into his mouth at his forwardness, feeling his palm fondle your tit again. he pinches your nipple a little too rough and you grab his wrist. “wait wait wait.”

“what?”

“my boobs hurt.” you groan and plop your head back on your pillow. “this is so dumb. i feel so gross and everything hurts.”

sukuna withdraws his fingers and wipes them on the towel. “you wanna stop?”

“no? yes? i dunno.” you rub your hands over your face. “i forgot how shitty periods are. i’m just so bloated and sore, and i feel fat and ugly and—“

“hey,” he interrupts and looms over you. “my girl is not ugly. if fucking makes you feel better then i’ll do it. we can just shower after.”

you glance down at his legs and see he’s hard. “you don’t have to.”

he kisses his teeth. “you know if i didn’t want to i wouldn’t.”

that’s true. he’s as stubborn as an ox when he doesn’t want to do something.

“i guess i’m wet enough…” you mumble. “and i have some condoms i bought in my nightstand.”

“you can’t get knocked up on your period right?”

“uhhh, you still can but it’s like the tiniest chance.”

he holds your knees open and crawls forward. “it’s fine like this.”

a shudder of arousal goes up your spine. “yeah, okay.”

sukuna taps the tips of his cock on your clit, grinding the head on the sore bud before pressing it to your hole. both of you sigh when it glides in with ease. 

you’re very aware of how slick, how wet everything feels and it sends a pang of insecurity through you until sukuna lays over you to plant soft kisses up the sides of your neck and face.

“breathe.”

you let out the sharp breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying to relax and adjust to his cock seated deep inside you. “okay, think i’m fine.”

where he’d usually get a little lost in the pleasure, snapping his hips roughly into yours, this time he doesn’t. he moves painfully slow, being as gentle as possible.

“feel good?” he rasps as he pushes his dick in and out of you, wet noises filling the room.

“oh fuck, oh please, more. i’m—” you gasp. the need grows as he presses inside, kissing and nipping your neck and jaw.

your legs lock around his waist and your hand holds the arm by your head he’s using to keep himself upright so you don’t shift up the bed with every rough smack of his hips. 

“fuck me! fuck me,” you pant, mindlessly chanting to keep him moving and working you towards your orgasm. 

his hair curtains around his face as he leans forward, softly cupping the opposite side of your face in his clean hand. his thumb brushes over your lip, parting the plump flesh enough for the digit to slip in. your lips close around it, sucking it with a quiet moan. sukuna withdraws it from your wet mouth, bringing his hand down between you to press it to your hardened clit. blood smears across your inner thighs and runs onto the towel, but he remains steady, rocking in and out of you and eager to get you where you need to go.

his cock continues to split you open and massage parts of your pussy you didn’t know existed. between your trembling and his consistent thrusting and rolling of his hips, the two of you stayed in constant movement, bodies in perfect sync.

the hand not working your cunt stays firm on your body, keeping you in a position that had him rubbing your sensitive upper walls with every entrance and withdrawal of his thick cock. you could feel the pleasure start to build more and more. every seemingly accidental brush of your clit from his pelvis and every thrust of his hips combined and you knew your release was coming.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” you gasp and reach out to grab his hair and pull him down chest to chest. sukuna presses your lips together, swallowing your squeaky moans when you finally clamp down on his cock and cum harder than he’s ever felt you do. your whole body shivers, toes curling and hands blindly grabbing at whatever muscled flesh you could. he follows shortly after; groaning low in his throat and pumping cum inside your waiting body while your pussy squeezed the life out of him. you both hold onto each other tightly, panting and coming down from the high of your lives.

“shit…” you finally exhale.

“shit,” he agrees and pulls away to look down at you. his cheeks and chest are red with a cute blush. “how you feeling now?”

you sigh dreamily. “tired.”

his palm smooths over your bloated abdomen. “and the cramps?”

“can’t even feel em. thanks, babe. wasn’t so bad, was it?”

he hums and looks at the mess where you two are joined. his soft cock still plugging you up. “still gross but i didn’t hate it. let’s clean up.”

he pulls out of you and you grimace at the feeling of liquids oozing out of your poor hole. being the good boyfriend he is, he wraps the towel around your bottom so you don’t leak everywhere and ushers you into the bathroom for a very cramped double shower so you can eat the rest of your semi-melted ice cream in peace on the loveseat. and when the cramps kick up again later that night, he doesn’t complain about ‘taking care of them’.

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The Video

Shigaraki needed some porn, and Dabi was willing to provide it, at a cost of course.

Warning: pseudo-incest (video of sibling), masturbation, degradation, unprotected sex, humiliation

Solo Shigaraki and Dabi x Karuna (OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @dabislittlebeaniebaby @daniidil @dabislittlemouse

Being a villain means having to go deep into the shadows. That means, no internet for months at a time.

"Come on Dabi. You brag about all the sexy videos the mystery girl sends you. Share. I need something good to beat my cock to." Shigaraki practically whines, gloved hands reaching for Dabi's phone.

"Fine. But I'm warning you. You will regret this in the end." The devious smirk on Dabi's face doesn't deter the scrawny man. Scrolling through an album of photos and videos, he finally selects his favorite. It was the longest one in the collection. "I'll show it on one condition. You aren't allowed to cum until..." His finger drag across the screen, zooming through the video. "25 minutes 46 seconds."

"Whatever. Just give me it!" Shigaraki wets his lips with his tongue, hungrily waiting for the video.

"I'm not showing you until you swear. And trust me, I'll know of you lied to me." Dabi says firmly, holding the phone away from his boss.

"Fine fine. I promise. Now give me." He snatches the phone and runs off to his room. Moving so quickly, he didn't notice Dabi appearing amused, which would have given him his first clue to be concerned.

The preview of the video shows a stomach bulging out due to Dabi's cock buried deep inside them. Unable to wait any longer, he presses play, the video loading and suddenly spread legs fill the screen.

Black lace panties cling to a torturously wet pussy. "Go on. Told ya, bitch. You're not getting my cock today unless I get to film ya. Make it entertaining. You owe me for being a fucking brat." Dabi's voice growls from behind the camera. Eerily familiar manicured hands creep into the frame and slide the sticky panties off.

Shigaraki fights to take his belt and pants off with one hand, the other tightly gripping the phone, not wanting to miss a second of the twitching pussy showing on the screen. Growing frustrated with how long it is taking, he raises a gloved hand to his mouth, biting a finger to remove his hand from inside. With his lower clothing now nothing more than dust, he grips the base of his cock.

Turning his attention fully to the video, a grin spreads across his face as a dildo, too large for her tight hole, appears. Broken sobs, not even close to forming words fill his ears as inch by inch, the toy is sucked into her needy cunt. Only half of the toy was filling her, but babbles of "too much" and "gonna cum" are repeated over and over again.

"That thing is no bigger than me. Come on. You can take more." Shifting into frame slightly, a fully clothed Dabi leans over, gripping the suction cupped end of the toy, twisting and pumping it slowly. Heavenly whines, and desperate pleas to cum fall on Dabi's deaf ears. Ending his slow torture, he gives the toy one sharp thrust before burying it deep inside her. "Don't you dare fucking cum. I'll fucking cover your entire body with scorching hot cum if you even think about it. Now entertain me."

Shigaraki's eyes focus on the way her body tries to push the toy out, Dabi backing away to leave the frame again. Timing the jerk of his wrist with the shaky thrusts of the toy, he already feels himself nearing his release. Not wanting this to end, his fingers wrap tightly around his base. Feeling safe to release himself, he moves his hand down to roll his heavy balls.

His fingers massage his balls while the video plays, broken sobs ringing in his ears as she loses track of how long she's been fucking herself without release. Her legs started shaking minutes ago, and sweat glistened on her body before Dabi gave in.

"You want to cum bitch? Yeah, bet you do. But your only allowed to cum on my cock. So drop the toy." The sound of his belt being tossed aside is the only sound as her shaking hands toss the toy next to her on the bed, showing her puffy lips and clenching pussy. 

The camera moves, showing her full body, minus the fucked out face Shigaraki was desperate to see. Heavy breast bounce with each panting breath as Dabi settles himself between her legs. To his slight disbelief, Dabi hadn't been lying when he said the toy was about the same size as him. The biggest difference between the two were the lines of metal balls on each side of his shaft where his piercings were. 

The manicured hands trail gently over her chest, swirling mesmerizingly around the pert nipples. Shigaraki's mouth waters as he imaged how soft the skin would feel between his teeth, how pretty her pale skin would look with his teeth marks scattered around it. 

On the lower part of the video, the head of Dabi's cock disappears, a groan leaving his lips at what Shigaraki could only imagine was the softest walls pulling him deeper. A scarred hand grips one of her plush thighs as he bullies himself deeper, until every inch is nestled deep inside her. Judging by the way she squirms, the tip was pushing painfully against her cervix. 

"This must be where the thumbnail of the video came from…" Shigaraki thinks out loud, seeing the familiar stomach bulging once again. 

"I can feel you spasming. Don't fucking cum. You only cum when my seed is in your womb." Dabi growls, the hand previously on her thigh now gently smacking her clit. He gives no time for a response before fucking her the way her messy hole deserves. 

Covering the part of the video where Dabi was visible, Shigaraki fisted his cock in time with the wet slaps of skin, imagining he was the one causing the girl to fall apart and beg. He wanted to be the one who she was begging to fill with cum, not the burnt villain currently in that spot. He was getting dangerously close to the edge again, checking the time. 25 minutes 2 seconds. Just a bit longer and he will be able to cum. 

Dabi's thrusts became sloppy and rushed, the perfect cunt below him too irresistible to not breed. Smoke rises from his fingers, which had found their way back to her thighs. Shigaraki ignores the deep grunts as Dabi cums, choosing to focus on the soft whimpers as the girl realizes she's going to be allowed to cum now. 

The smoking fingers press against her clit, slowly teasing it just enough to push her over the edge. 25 minutes 43 seconds. Shigaraki pumps his cock faster hearing her riding out her high, coating his hand with his own cum. The camera pans up to the fucked out face of Karuna. Her black and blue hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head. 

A disgusted wail leaves his lips as he throws the phone to the foot of his bed. From behind the door, a deep laugh can be heard. Dabi walks in an grabs his phone from the bottom of the bed. 

"Thanks for that boss. Been needing a good laugh for a while. Now, I'm gonna go show this to your sister while I make her beg for my cock again." Waving the phone, Shigaraki finally notices the small red light indicating he had been filming himself the entire time. 

"Have any videos of her sucking dick? With all the shit she talks, bet you've fucked her face a few times. She look good covered in your cum?" Shigaraki asks. 

"You're a real pervert, boss. I'll send you the pictures later." Dabi winks before leaving the room to make Karuna deal with the throbbing erection he's been sporting since Shigaraki took his phone. 

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ablaze

↳˗ˏˋrengoku x readerˊˎ˗ ↴

content: arranged marriage au, no demons au, arab/implied muslim reader, they’re both 18/19 so no huge age gap ;)

warnings:dry humping, kissing, slight exhibitionism, two inexperienced teenagers.

notes:an oldie but a goodie from the old blog

you sit next to your father in the unfamiliar home. your beige cloth is draped over your head to hide your braids and your matching kaftan is loose and shapeless.

today, you’re meeting your future husband.

your father, a well-known moor that made a name for himself amongst japan's trade routes, decided as soon as you turned eighteen that you were to be married. as the youngest of his fourth wife and the youngest in the family, you’ve had to watch your sisters get married off one by one to wealthy men from all across the land, and now it was your turn.

you can’t say you’re excited about being married off to a stranger but you’ve heard he’s nice, a little much but still nice.

a maid brings you tea that you scrunch your nose at, “lays ladayhim qahwatun?” ( do they not have coffee ?)

“ faqat ashrabah ” ( just drink it ). your father says, sipping his drink.

you cup it in your hands and take slow sips, letting it warm you up.

a few minutes later, the shoji parts, and a man with the brightest hair you’ve ever seen steps in with a woman with dark hair and serious red eyes.

behind them is the spitting image of the older man except for the big smile he’s sporting.

“welcome to our home,” the man greets in english, bowing his head slightly at your father.

“thank you for inviting us. y/n,qul marhaban.”(say hi)

“'ahlan. ” you mumble.

the older man introduces himself as shinjuro and his wife as ruka, “and this is our son.”

kyojuro puffs out his chest slightly at his name, grinning at you, “hello!”

oh he’s loud

“it’s nice to finally meet you. i’ve heard so much about you and you’re so much more beautiful than i thought!”

you stare at him, thoroughly confused and not understanding a thing he’s saying.

he catches on but his smile stays, “oh right, you don’t understand me. that’s okay, i heard you’re learning japanese.”

“kyo, you’re scaring her,” ruka scolds him.

“oh, sorry.” kyojuro shuts his mouth and waits patiently for his turn.

“ la buda li min alzawaj minhu ? ” (i have to marry him?) you whisper to your father.

“ladayh qalb tayib,” (he has a good heart) your father whispers back, “ la taqlaq, satakun bikhayrin .” (don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

after the mini-meeting, you and your father go outside into the crisp spring air.

“ 'awadu 'an 'aqul 'ana hadha kan najhan.” (i’d say that was a success)  he beams at you.

you hum noncommittally and he pats your head, “ abtahaj habibi, kama qult, ladayh qalb tayib waqad tahadatht 'iilayhi. sawf tuhibuh ” ( cheer up habibi, as i said, he has a good heart and i’ve spoken to him. you’ll like him.)

you pout, unsure.

“ y/n!”

you turn and see kyojuro running towards you. he gets right up in your face, smiling wide, “i got you this but i couldn’t give it to you.” 

he holds out a bouquet of sunflowers, bright yellow in the sunshine.

“here.” he grins.

you reluctantly take them, “ shukran.”

“she said thank you.” your father tells him in japanese.

“no problem, i have to go now but i’ll see you later. bye!” he runs back inside the house.

you cradle the flowers in your arm, touching the bright yellow petals. they’re beautiful.

“ 'akhbartuk,” (i told you) your father nudges you, and your cheeks warm up.

“ 'ayana kan. ”( whatever )

the ceremony is held in late spring when the cherry blossoms start to bloom. it’s a private affair held in the rengoku garden.

your white kimono is too tight and your braids are held back uncomfortably but your sisters reassure you that you look fine.

your soon-to-be husband is standing at the altar waiting for you with his signature smile plastered on. his kimono matches yours but it’s open at the chest, exposing the plane of hard muscle.

he takes your smaller hand in his and lets you stand next to him, “ you…look…nice .” he says in awkward, slow english.

you blink a few times and look away, cheeks ablaze and hoping the high priest starts already.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“hadha hu manziluk aljadid .” ( this is your new home)    your father gestures to the sanka hidden by lush trees. it’s a gift from him to you and your new husband, private home away from the city because he knows how much you like your privacy, “ kyojuro fi antizarik bialfiel ” ( kyojuro is already waiting for you)

some servants carry your belongings while you follow behind them towards the house.

kyojuro is standing in the doorway with a shorter version of him trying to hide behind his haori.

“hello!” he bows suddenly, his forehead nearly knocking his knees, “i’m happy to see you again.”

your father laughs, “nice to see you too. habibi?”

“ mhm.” you hum.

kyojuro smiles at you then turns to his shorter look-alike, “this is my younger brother, senjuro.”

senjuro bristles uncomfortably, shuffling behind his older brother.

“senjuro’s just shy.” kyojuro laughs, “he’ll open up soon.”

“ 'iinah 'akhuh ,” (is his brother)   your father tells you, and you nod.

he takes your hand and holds it out for kyojuro to take, symbolizing the finality of the deal. him giving you to your husband.

kyojuro gladly takes it and squeezes it gently.

“ sayati mudaris allughat alyabaniat kula yawm, lidha ta'akad min altadribi. 'ahabuka. ta'akad min alkitabat walziyarat eindama tastatie ”( the japanese teacher will come by every day so make sure you practice. i love you. make sure you write and visit when you can.)

with one last hug and more comforting words, your father leaves you behind. disappearing down the path until the trees obscure him.

your hand slides out of kyojuro's own and you hug it to your chest, suddenly feeling too vulnerable.

“i can’t wait to get to know you better,” kyojuro beams, “my wife is so pretty.”

you just stand next to him awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. you want to go inside but you’re too nervous.

kyojuro hums quietly, not sure what to do himself but stares at the exterior.

“i don’t think she likes it here,” senjuro mumbles up at his brother.

“she’s just nervous, i’m nervous too.”

“ in—inside.” you strain in clumsy japanese, pointing inside the sanka.

he gasps loudly, eyes lighting up, “yes of course! come, i’ll show you the bedroom.”

he grabs your hand and pulls you down the long hallway deeper inside.

“here it is,” he slides the shoji to reveal the big room. there’s a traditional large tatami mat on the ground with a soft-looking pillow and blanket laid on top.

your luggage sits in the corner next to the chest of drawers and wardrobe.

“we don’t have to sleep together if you’re uncomfortable,” he tells you, “i’ll sleep in the living quarters.”

you’re a little frustrated that you don’t understand what he’s saying and huff loudly. all you know is that this is your shared bedroom and you’re more than likely going to have to sleep together. the thought makes you cringe.

“okay, we’ll leave you alone now. father said the cook will come by to make us lunch. bye.”

he and his brother shuffle out and shut the shoji, leaving you alone in the room.

you start arranging your things, already missing home but what can you do?

kyojuro stands outside the bedroom with senjuro, a dreamy look on his face, “isn’t she lovely, senjuro?”

“she is pretty, too bad she doesn’t understand us.”

“not to worry, she’ll be learning japanese soon and i’ll have father send me some books from her country. i want to learn too!”

“yay!” senjuro claps for his older brother.

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

later in the afternoon, as you’re reading in the room, kyojuro comes knocking on the shoji.

“lunch,” he says in english.

“ah, okay .” you respond and stand up, quickly dusting your kaftan before opening the door to reveal your husband.

“wow, your hair is so pretty!” he touches your braids, “it's so long.”

you shiver at the tickly feeling and move your head a little, “oh sorry, come eat lunch.” he reaches out for your hand, silently asking for permission.

you hesitate but then slide yours into it, watching his close around it. then he’s leading you towards the eating quarters where senjuro is kneeling in front of the short table covered in tasty-looking food. kyojuro kneels on his own cushion while you try and figure it out, sitting on your hip before deciding that’s uncomfortable and shifting onto your butt. you’re not used to this, more used to actual chairs and a high table, not this floor position.

your husband observes silently then adjusts himself to sit cross-legged instead, “like this, see.”

you look at him then mimic his pose, covering your legs with your kaftan, “ ah,shukran.”

“oh-oh, i know what that means! you said thank you .” he grins, way too excited.

ignoring him, you pick up the chopsticks and examine them. you’ve seen these before but used them once and just gave up but you don’t see any forks so you have no choice.

the brothers wait for you to finish struggling before they eat, silently watching you try to put the slim sticks between your fingers. eventually, you get frustrated and just throw the sticks, cursing loudly in your language.

kyojuro stares at the discarded pieces, then at you miserable across the table, “i have a solution.”

he starts folding a piece of tissue around the back of his own sticks until satisfied with his work. then he stands and walks over to you, showing you the wrapped up sticks.

“this way, you won’t drop them. see.” he pinches them together and the tissue acts as a holder, “here.”

you take them from him, pinching a few times. how innovative you think and look up at him, “ shukran.”

“you’re welcome.” he goes to pick up your discarded sticks and replaces them with a spare he can use instead.

the rest of the lunch goes by silently.

after the dishes are cleared, the japanese language teacher comes knocking. she’s a beautiful woman with smooth brown skin like yours and a ring in her left nostril and her hair hidden under a scarf.

you greet her with a head bow while kyojuro and his brother watch in awe of you two talking and laughing at something.

you take her to the study area and sit down across from her.

“ la taqlaq, satatahadath bitalaqat fi 'ayi waqt min al'awqat”(don’t worry, you will be fluent in no time) she smiles as she gets the books and papers ready.

“how are things so far ?” she asks in english.

“not bad. i’m a little nervous ,” you reply, fiddling with the quill.

“your husband seems nice.”

you smile to yourself, “he is. he does talk too much though.”

she laughs at that, “you know men, they never know when to shut up. shall we get started?”

for a few hours, you learn basic phrases and several kanji until your head swims.

the teacher reassures you you’re doing well but you feel like your head will explode if you keep going.

“i think we’re done for today.” she shuts the book, “make sure to practice as often as you can. shouldn’t be difficult since your husband is talkative. speaking of which—,” she nods her head at the shoji.

you look over and see it open just a crack, a gold iris peeking inside but when he sees you looking at him, he gasps and shuts it. you and the teacher giggle at his shadow running away.

“take care of him,” she grins.

“i’ll try.”

when she leaves, it’s just left with you and kyojuro.

“senjuro went home for the day but he’ll be back tomorrow.” he tells you, “did you have fun?”

you can make out part of the sentence enough for context and just nod.

“i’m glad. what do you want to do now? we can go for a walk, or go to the river or—“

you grasp his shoulders, “ quiet. please.” you tell him in japanese.

he blinks slowly, once. twice.

“oh. sorry, i guess i am talking too much, huh? we can do quiet things.”

so the two of you sit in front of the shoji leading outside, the sound of nature around you while you study in complete silence.

in your peripheral, you can see him peeking over at your work occasionally so you decide to just show him.

“wow, your kanji is amazing!” he beams, bright as ever, “let me show you my name.”

he takes the quill and starts drawing the symbols down, “see. kyo—ju—ro..”

you catch on and collect the quill, writing your name down for him to see.

“ y-y/n…… how do you say that?”

he butchers the name but you repeat it until he gets it.

“y/n. what an amazing name.” he writes something down with the quill, “rengoku y/n. that’s your name now.”

“ rengoku.” you read it out, “ nice.”

“i should wake her up,” kyojuro mumbles while standing outside the shoji,fiddling with his fingers, “but what if she gets angry?”

he inhales deeply and carefully slides the shoji back,peeking inside the room. you’re asleep on your side,back to him and covered by the blanket.

he surveys around, trying to catch anything new in the room. and finds nothing, only your slightly unpacked belongings and a few japanese books lying around, you've moved in recently after all. 

he decides to call out your name to wake you up. you stir slightly before your breaths even out. he tries calling you a second time but he only succeeds in making you turn on your sleep. he now can see your face more clearly and notices you have wrapped your hair into some kind of silky cloth. he calls your name again,a little louder.

your eyes flutter open and you see him just standing there. it kind of scares you at first but then your brain registers what it is and you calm down.

“good morning,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“morning,” he squats next to you, “did you sleep well?”

you squint and try to understand what he’s saying.

“sleep good ?” he tries again.

“oh,yes. sleep good.” you sit up and give him a tired smile, “you?”

“i slept great!” he beams, “breakfast is ready. eat.”

he straightens up to give you space to stand.

you do and stretch your arms over your head. kyojuro looks away when he sees how sheer the material of your nightgown is,his cheeks pink. but he still peeks while you’re getting a robe from the closet and sees the string of beads sitting on your hips before they disappear out of view under your robe.

“ready,” you smile at him.

he clears his throat and steps aside for you to pass. when you kneel at the table,he hands you the pre rolled chopsticks, “thank you”

“you’re welcome.”

after eating in silence for a long while. kyojuro speaks up "i was thinking we could go see  my best friend, his name is uzui tengen .”

you stare at him,confused, “what? no understand.”

“oh right. ummm,maybe i’ll wait for the teacher to translate.”

when aisha, your japanese teacher, arrives. kyojuro pulls her aside to talk, "can you translate something for me, please?”

“of course,” she smiles.

“i want her to meet my best friend today and his wives after the lesson. can you tell her?”

“yes,i can tell her.”

“thank you!” he grins.

" kayf kunt? (how have you been?) " aisha inquires as she start setting up her things 

you bob your head from side to side as you think, " 'ana bikhayrin. la yazal sakhban jdan ( i'm fine. he's still very loud )" 

aisha grins " 'iinah mutahamis jidda ...(he’s very…..enthusiastic)

you give her a tired look “that’s a word for it" you say in english, “but he’s nice,i suppose.”

aisha chuckles "well then let's continue from yesterday's lesson…" 

“why is this so complicated?” you frown an hour into the lesson, “so many symbols are for what?! bah!”

“that’s just the way it is,” aisha laughs,writing something down, “once you get it down,it’ll be easy i promise.”

“i miss home.”

“i know but it’ll get better. and you can visit whenever you want.”

you pout "i hope so or else i guess i'll run away”

“no you won’t. let’s finish up.”

you groan "can you just kill me instead?" 

"no, sorry" she saids not looking sorry at all "i like getting paid" 

you groan louder and focus on the lesson.

"you should try talking more to kyojuro so it gets easier you know " she says, hands packing her books up, “practice makes perfect”

"i guess. but what are we going to talk about?”

“well, he wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go see one of his friends today. maybe some lunch?”

"mmh, i still don't know how to eat with those sticks but alright"

"that's the spirit!" 

as you walk aisha out you see kyojuro standing close to a tree. he looks over at the sound of the sliding door opening and beams "hi! how was the class?" 

" 'iinah alzuhr , limadha ladayk kulu hadhih altaaqati? (it’s noon why do you have so much energy?) " aisha elbows you "umm. it go good. what you doing?" 

"i was just waiting for you.”

“remember,i told you about his friend?” aisha asks you

"yes, i remember. live close?"

he shakes his head “he lives a bit far but we can still walk over”

aisha translates for you

you squint, sceptical, but nod anyway. 

“i’ll take my leave now,” aisha announces in japanese and bows slightly to both of you, “take care.”

“bye.” kyojuro waves her off. he turns to you, " ready to go?"

you hum in agreement. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

while walking you decide to fill the silence "how long to friend?" 

“not far now,” he says brightly and with as much energy as he always does, “just past those trees.” he points to a group of trees in the near distance.

“ oh…. okay.” you think "how long you know friend?" 

"tengen? i think for five years.” he holds up five fingers for you to see.

“ah okay. interesting .”

“your japanese is getting better!” 

" thank you. no like this . hard. no understand.”

“that’s okay,” he takes your hand, “it’s good.”

“good.” you repeat.

tengen's compound is huge with his home right in the middle. in the doorway is a young woman in a blue dress doing what seems to be prepping food.

“suma!” kyojuro waves at her.

she waves back, “rengoku is here!” she announces before standing up and walking over to you two, “welcome.”

“good afternoon.” kyojuro greets her, “this is my wife,y/n.”

you bow your head at her.

“she doesn’t speak japanese that well so please be patient with her.”

“oh how nice. i heard you got married and i’m happy to meet her. hello.”

“hello,” you say back.

“come to the back,the others are in the yard with lord tengen.”

kyojuro takes your hand again and follows suma to the back of the house. two other women are sitting in front of a tall man with lilac hair held back by a jewelled headband drinking tea. 

you hear greetings at your entrance. 

"so this is your new wife?" tengen asks once you get closer

“you’re very pretty" hina smiles

"i love your hair" makio adds as you get closer to them  

“she doesn’t speak japanese,” suma tells everyone.

“oh, do you speak english?” hina asks in perfect english

you visibly light up, “yes,i do! how do you speak it?”

“my father was a scholar,” she laughs, “nice to meet you.”

kyojuro pokes your cheek, “are you talking about me?”

"no we’re not,” hina giggles

“yes" you say at the same time  "i talk behind back.” you try to joke in japanese.

kyojuro laughs loudly, “isn’t she the best?”

makio lightly tugs hina "tell her what i said before" 

"makio says she loves your hair" 

you point at her clothes "i like your dress. theirs too" it makes you think back to your own sets of clothes that you’ve packed but are too nervous to wear.

"thank you!" 

"have that too. where live was hot, ”you can't think how to say it in japanese so you switch to english " i don't know if that's acceptable here"

"you can wear whatever you like here, it's fine" hina reassures you

you smile "i'm happy to know that" 

they pull you to the porch so you can sit down while the guys talk inside.

suma scoots closer to you "how do you like japan?" 

hina translates. 

“it’s….fine.”you settle on  "although learning japanese is hard" 

"how many languages you speak?" makio asks hina to ask you.

"two. soon to be three.”

"that's amazing, i only speak japanese" she pouts

"imagine chinese. a friend of mine is studying that and she said there's a thousand characters" 

you widen your eyes " hadha kathir”(that’s a lot!)

“wow,what was that? it sounds like music” suma swoons

you take a few seconds to answer in japanese "arabic. home language" 

"oh wow, where are you from?" 

"morocco"

“where’s that?” suma asks.

“you idiot, it’s in the southern continent. africa!” makio smacks her across the head.

“ owww. lord tengen!” suma wails.

you cringe at the display, “ ah , 'iinaha majnuna”(ah,she’s crazy) you mumble

hina sighs "you both know how to leave an impression”

"so—" tengen smacks kyojuro on the shoulder, “you’re married now. how do you feel?"

kyojuro shrugs “it doesn't feel any different but it's only been a day" 

“and it must have been fun huh ?” tengen nudges him playfully.

"oh yes. we had lunch, then she had to study but after, we read together until she went to bed. an overall successful first day.”

"... have you even kissed her yet?”

“we kissed at the wedding.”

"oh my god" tengen scratches his head " so you haven't consummated the marriage yet?” 

"no, why?" kyojuro smiles, confused 

"what do you mean why ?" 

kyojuro glances behind his friend then back, “i’m not seeing the problem.”

"kyojuro" he starts " what do you think your duty as a husband is?" 

"to love and cherish my wife"  he says without hesitation 

"no! well, yes but ignore that for now" tengen starts " your duty as a husband is to bring the utmost pleasure to your wife in all ways" 

"oh. i see. when she’s ready then. i can wait.”

"okay. do you even know how to do that?"

kyojuro looks pensive for a moment, “i suppose. how hard could it be?”

tengen barks out a laugh "oh my friend," he grips kyojuros shoulders " it is.”

“oh dear.” he says, eyes wide.

“so how are you enjoying marriage?” hina asks you.

“it’s okay.

“what’s he like?” makio asks and hina translates.

“um….good. i like him.” you respond in japanese,a small smile on your face, “just… loud .”

hina giggles, “rengoku can be a lot. but he’s a good man.”

makio nudges you with her elbow, “how good is he in bed though?”

“makio!” suma squawks, “that’s inappropriate!”

“what? a woman can ask another woman. hina,ask her if she’s fucked her husband yet.”

hina rolls her eyes but asks you anyway in a less crude manner.

“oh dear. no we haven’t. he sleeps in another area because i’m too shy.”

hina tells the other girls and they fawn over you.

“don’t worry,i was so nervous my first time with lord tengen.” suma swoons, “but he was so gentle and romantic .”

you look unsure for a moment, “i don’t know. what if he’s disappointed. i can’t even talk to him properly.”

“maybe you should wait until you’re a little more fluent,” hina suggests and you nod.

“i was supposed to be preparing lunch!” suma jumps up and scurries back inside.

“will you be joining us?” hina asks.

“i’d love to.”

after lunch is served,you kneel next to kyojuro across the table from your hosts.

he wraps up the chopsticks for you like he usually does, “here you go.”

“thank you.” you smile and pinch them together, “will learn….soon.”

he smiles back "no pressure"

you eat and listen to them talking,hina occasionally translating things for you.

"food is….. nice" you say looking at kyojuro.

"it’s delicious. is it different from what you had back home?” he asks.

you pause then look at hina for help.

she translates and you turn back to your husband, “yes.” 

“maybe you can make some for me one day?”

you turn to hina again then back, “okay. i do.”

you all keep eating and you can hear kyojuro muttering the same word over and over after every bite.

you lean over and whisper to hina, “what’s he saying?”

“ tasty . he just does that whenever he eats  food he really likes.”

"... okay. “ kam hadha gharib"(how strange) you stare at him for a few seconds before turning back to your food. 

*

“did you have fun?” kyojuro asks once you’ve left tengen's house.

“yes. fun.” you nod, “home now,yes?”

he nods his head "you want to read like yesterday?" 

“read? mmm,yes.”

as you reach your shared home,you see senjuro sitting on the porch.

“oh,hello little brother,” kyojuro greets him, “i expected you earlier.”

“father had me run errands. i brought you something.” he hands kyojuro a wrapped up box, “the books you wanted.”

kyojuro perks up at the box then glances at you excitedly."were you waiting long?" 

"not too long. where did you guys go?" 

"by tengens to have lunch" 

“oh okay. i better go,father needed me for something else. bye.”

you both wave at him as he leaves.

"go inside?" you ask 

"yeah, let's go

“i’m so excited to show you this,” kyojuro beams at you and holds up the box.

“what that?”

“you’ll see.” he starts ripping it open,tossing the white paper onto the floor. when he’s done,he picks out one book and shows it to you.

“your eyes widen when you read the cover, “ qamus 'iinjiliziun earabiun(english to arabic dictionary)

“and there’s an english to japanese one so now we can communicate! and there’s other books in here for me to read. i figured since you’re learning japanese it makes sense for me to learn your language too.”

you look focused for a second before catching on and smiling at him "thank you. that nice".

so just like the day before,the two of you sit in silence in front of the shoji and read. kyojuro makes his notes while you make your own. occasionally asking each other about pronunciations and words.

“this is hard,” he whines after an hour.

“yes,very hard.” you giggle, “you do….good.”

“ i’m not. you’re doing better than me.”

"i have teacher you don't. i start yesterday, you today" you pat his head "stop be sad"

"thanks y/n and it’s ‘stop being sad"

“oh…..okay.”

after a while kyojuro speaks up “i like this word.” he shows you the notes.

“ habibi?”

"yes, it means beloved right? that’s what the book said"

you catch on and smile, “you—“ you poke his chest, “me.” you point at yourself, “ love .”

"my love?" 

you nod.

"can i call you my love?"

you squirm, feeling flustered but nod again. 

he grins at you. "can i kiss you, my love?" 

you tilt your head,confused.

“oh,right. erm—“ he just leans over and gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

" 'iilhi!(oh my god )" you cover your cheeks with your hands, they feel hot. 

“was that okay?” he asks you.

“ neam.... kan ealaa ma yuram. yes. fine. good ” (yes….it was fine)

"again?" he breathes out, “ please ?”

you nod eagerly and he kisses your cheek a few more times. he puts his hands on your legs as he moves closer to your lips. you move the books aside and put your hands on his shoulders. 

he moves from your cheek and lightly kisses your lips,cradling your head and deepening the kiss.

he pulls away a bit,cheeks pink, "sorry" 

“sorry?”

"i… carry away” he mutters in awkward english.

"you can…carry away more" you say leaning closer and resume the kiss.he slowly sets you down on the mat.  he rest his elbow besides your head while  kissing you. your hands frame his face, fingers brushing against his bright hair. he pulls your leg on his hip, hiking up your kaftan

“your sounds are so cute" he says to himself and kisses your neck. 

" kyojuro" you pant out.

he hums in question.

" 'akthar min fadlik(more please)"  

"what?" 

"more, please."

"more what?" he slowly thumbs his way up your thighs,"this?" 

"yes."  

he hisses when the front of his hakama pants rub against you.

his hands hook under your knees and pull them a little more apart so he can fit better between them. your hands wander under his white haori, feeling all the hard muscle he’s covered in.

your tummy twists at the way he’s looking down at you,golden eyes warm and soft.

“you’re beautiful.” he says in japanese and gets slightly frustrated at your confused look, “ ha—habi—bi.”

you smile shyly, and tug him down for another kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. you squeeze your leg on his hip and deepen the kiss. he  moans lowly and tries to get even closer to you. you feel his kisses grow more eager. he kisses you like he can't get enough of your lips. 

your lips feel all tingly from exertion but you can’t bring yourself to stop. 

but when you turn your head and see that you’re still in front of the open shoji,you feel embarrassed.

“kyojuro.” you tap him but he keeps kissing your jaw and neck, “ kyojuro!”

“hm? what?” he looks down at you.

you point to the outside and he catches on, “oh no,i’m so sorry. how inappropriate.”

he gets off you and helps you sit back down,smoothing down your kaftan.

“okay?” you ask,brushing his hair back.

“better than okay,” he glances down at himself, “i’ll just….take care of it during my bath.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

later that night,after both of your baths,you rub your sweet smelling oils on before wrapping your hair in the silk wrap.

you’re in the middle of studying and making notes when kyojuro knocks on the shoji.

“yes?”

he opens it,all cleaned up in his jinbei with his hair shaggy and wild. he looks away when he sees your nightie again.

“i’m…..going to bed.”

“bed? okay.” you flash him a quick smile.

“goodnight.” he starts to shut the shoji.

“wait,” you call out to him, “you…sleep here . me.” you pat the space next to you.

he glances at the mat and a faint hint of pink on the tops of his cheeks, “okay. if that’s what you want.”

you move the books and papers to the side so he can sit next to you,feet under the blanket.

“good?” you ask.

“good.” he nods.

“bedtimes.” you announce cheerfully and place your things aside so you can blow out the lantern and lay down.

kyojuro settles down next to you,his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark.

you reach out and touch his face,booping his nose.

“you—“ you pause and find the right words, “pretty.”

he chuckles, “you mean handsome. you’re pretty.”

you scoot and smooch his cheek "mmm, no. pretty" 

"oh" he's glad the dark hides his red face "thank you" 

"hmhm. pretty husband" you whisper and kiss his cheeks again.

kyojuro kisses your lips again,his hand travelling the curve of your waist and hip. his fingers brush the beads, “what’re these?”

“ummm….can’t explain yet. no words. later."

he nods in understanding "do you…..want to kiss again?”

“yes!” he grins and smooshes your lips together,kissing you with his trademark enthusiasm. 

you intertwine your legs with his and slowly rock your hips. you make sure your thigh rubs his crotch,feeling the hard bulge there. he squeezes you as he thrust his hips at the feeling. you feel him nip your neck, leaving love bites on his path. he lightly plays with your beads,rolling them between his fingers and lifting your nightgown up your hip.

boldly,you roll both of you over so you can straddle him,sitting up so you can look down at him. you take one of his hands and gently place it on one of your boobs. you run your hands from his toned chest to his abs while he plays with your nipple before lightly pinching it, gauging your reaction before adding the other hand.

“okay?” he asks in english and you nod. 

"this okay?" you whimper as you animatedly grind on his thighs. he grabs hold of one of your legs and pulls it even closer. " yes" 

as you grow used to a steady pace he leans back and scrunch his face in pleasure "good girl " 

the timber of his voice makes you clench a little. your eyelashes flutter when he tenses his thigh against your clit. the stimulation drags small moans out of you. you quicken the rhythm as you grow closer to the edge. he startles a whine out of you when he unexpectedly grabs your butt. you look at each other in surprise. 

“sorry,” he blushes.

“no. it’s…. fine .” you reassure him as you wiggle your hips and continue the pace.

your clit grinds against his bulge covered by the rough material of his jinbei,sending shocks of pleasure through you when he humps upwards.

his fingers dig into the meat of your ass,helping you rock forward and back on him, “i—i can’t wait to be inside you.” he grunts in time with his thrusts, “i know you’ll feel amazing .”

you don’t understand what he’s saying but the low growl of his voice makes you whine and rock faster,chasing your high.

you lean forward and kiss him again,digging your fingers into his shoulders. with a shudder,you cum in his arms,body shivering on top of his.

“i’m about to—“ he cuts off with a groan,head thrown back on the pillow. his hands keep rocking you through his orgasm while his dick shoots its load in his undergarments.

you lay on top of him and catch your breath,feeling his chest rise and fall.

after the haze clears up you flush from embarrassment. 

" ya 'iilahi , la 'usadiq 'anana faealana dhalik”(oh my god, i can't believe we did that )you mumble as you hide your face on his chest. you peer at him as he lays his hands around you. he's looking contemplatively at the ceiling as he runs circles on your body with his fingers.

“amazing,” he mutters.

you yawn and he pulls you closer, “ummm….sleep.” he says in english and you giggle.

“okay. tomorrow.”

notes: this is a fave fic of mine so i’m happy to share it here.

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I love the banter between them so very much! Also Cole and Cale cracked me up 🤣🤣

You really captured the budding romance between us and Sukuna, the pussy breath had me cackling too and it was such a good read!! I love how you had the sentences colored like that.

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Camp Coun. Sukuna x Camp Coun. Plus Size Reader

Warnings/Insight: 18+ MDNI, adult themes/language, Sukuna flirting with reader, mentions morning wood {Sukuna}, Sukuna saving a child, reader & Sukuna having a heart-to-heart moment, Sukuna skinny-dipping, female anatomy, oral {reader receiving}, out in the open/public {not getting caught}, fluff, orange is speaking in unison, etc. Lmk if I missed anything.

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It was that time again. Kids out for the summer and some parents are going to send them to summer camp to be kid-free for a few weeks. Sukuna was about to have a lit summer going to parties and seeing some fine chicks in sundresses and two pieces. Well not this year. Sukuna had no idea what he was thinking when he said ‘yes’ to Gojo’s question a week ago. He wishes he could turn back time to change his answer.

~One Week Earlier~

Sukuna was sleeping in his bed wrapped up in his black satin sheets without a care in the world until his phone started ringing. He heard it but he just laid in the same position until the ringing stopped. That didn’t last long when it started to ring again. Sukuna started to groan loudly as he reached over to grab his phone. “Who the fuck is calling me?” he grumbled looking at the caller I.D. “Gojo? Why is he calling me at one in the morning?”

He pressed the button to answer the call. “Hello?” “Hey man I know it’s late, but I need to ask you a favor.” Sukuna rubbed his face trying to wake himself up but it’s not helping. “This better be good. You interrupting my beauty sleep.” “Alright we are short on volunteers for next week and I was wondering if you could come and help out.” Sukuna stopped listening within seconds when he slowly starts falling back to sleep. “Yeah sure…” he yawned in the middle of his sentence. “Whatever just let me sleep.”

“Okay I’ll pick you up a week from today. Thanks man.” Gojo hung up and Sukuna tossed his phone beside him falling back to sleep not realizing what he just said ‘yes’ to.

~Present Day~

Sukuna was sitting in the passenger seat of Gojo’s car just looking out the window. He wasn’t too happy when Gojo told him that he was volunteering to be a camp counselor. The ride was quiet besides the music playing. “Here we are Camp Beaver Falls. Kind of catchy don’t you think?” Sukuna looked ahead to see a huge sign that said ‘Camp Beaver Falls’ with a beaver on it. He also saw two big goofy looking beaver statues on each side of the sign. ‘What have I gotten myself into’ he groaned to himself.

Gojo parked in front of a building that had many doors and there were other cars parked there as well. Every building he saw looked like a cabin ranging in size except for the building that was in front of him. They looked to be in good shape, but he still didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be at the beach getting a tan and seeing some ass in bikinis.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. Why didn’t you tell me I was volunteering to be some camp counselor?” He opened the door and shut it so he could lean against the door. Gojo got out and shrugged his shoulders.

“I didn’t think it mattered man besides it’s not that bad to be a counselor for eight weeks.” “Eight weeks?!? You didn’t say anything about eight weeks!” “Oooh, I didn’t? My bad I should’ve told you that huh.” He lightly chuckled as Sukuna rubbed the sides of his forehead. “This is the worst way to spend my summer and then there are no….”

“Sorry I’m late Gojo. I forgot the orientation was today.” Sukuna stopped mid-sentence to see you walking up to him and Gojo. “No problem, it hasn’t even start yet.” You smiled and sighed but then you looked at Sukuna who was staring a little too hard at you. “So, are you going to introduce me to your “friend” here or are you going to let him stare into my soul?” you giggled. He smirked at you hearing the cute laugh you just did.

“Oh, this is Sukuna. He is the new camp counselor I was telling you about. Sukuna this is Y/N. She is a junior camp counselor here.” Sukuna just smiled as he eyed you down in your form fitting t-shirt and shorts that stopped slightly above the knee hugging your thighs.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sukuna. I’ll see you guys inside I need to get changed.” You walked pass Sukuna and Gojo so you can get changed into your uniform. Sukuna couldn’t help but look at you walking away while biting his lip.

“Looks like someone just saw the bright side of things. Come on let’s get your uniform before the orientation starts.” He patted Sukuna’s shoulder kind of hard making him break his concentration on you. “Yeah, yeah let’s go.” He cleared his throat as he followed Gojo into the main office building.

~One Hour Later~

“Man, that orientation was boring. How did you last until the end of all of that?” Sukuna yawned and stretched as he walked out of the main building. “It’s boring but it’s important. We have kids to look after, and I know these parents don’t want anything bad to happen to their kids.” Sukuna nodded his head knowing Gojo does have a point. “So, when are the little brats coming?” “They should be here tomorrow morning around ten, so we have some peace and quiet before all the chaos.”

Sukuna was happy that he could at least have another day to himself before they show up. As Gojo and him were walking out the senior camp counselor was standing near the entrance until their attention was turned towards them. “Oh, just the two I wanted to see especially you” they were pointing at Sukuna. “Since you are new to this whole thing, I’m letting Y/N and Gojo here train you and give you a tour of the place. I hope you don’t mind Gojo.”

“Not a problem me and Y/N would be happy to help our new recruit.” Gojo ruffled Sukuna’s hair and Sukuna smacked his hand away. “Well, that settles everything. Y/N should be in the arts and crafts building getting things ready so head over there.” They walked back into their office leaving Gojo and Sukuna standing on the bottom of the steps. “Well let’s go it's not far from here and you get to see your precious Y/N again.” He raised his eyebrows, and Sukuna rolled his eyes.

Gojo wasn’t kidding about the arts and crafts building not being too far, but it still felt like a long walk to get there. When they stepped inside, they found you hanging things on the wall and listening to music. The music was a little loud, so you didn’t hear them come in. “Y/N!” shouted Gojo. You turned your to see them and turned down your music. “Hey guys fancy seeing you here. What’s up?”

You put the picture on the wall before making your way towards them. Sukuna was eyeing you again seeing you in your uniform now. It was same button up top he was wearing, but it was a little more fitted tucked into your short that stopped a little above your knee. ‘Damn this is a nice start to my summer.’ You were busy listening to Gojo explaining that you were going to help train him. You were completely fine with it. As Gojo finished talking, you looked out the corner of your eye to see Sukuna checking you out.

You turned your attention to Sukuna who was looking down at your legs. “My eyes are up here sir” you joked. You snapped your fingers making him look up at you. “Look mister if you are going to be undressing me with your eye all day at least take me to dinner first.” You saw a grin form on his face as he looked into your beautiful eyes. “Yeah? Well, I hope the food around here is decent.” You snickered and turned your attention back to Gojo.

“I see your friend here is a confident one.” “Yeah but he is not as confident as me. You know that.” You almost lost it when he said that. “Gojo you are more cocky than anyone else here but your friend here is a close second from what I’m seeing.” All three of you started to laugh but you stopped so you can talk. “All right Sukuna first order of business we need to get the rest of these decorations up and there is a ton more. You think you can handle that for your first job?”

“Yeah I got it. Just put the little pictures on the walls and hang the little paper mâché things on the ceiling.” He grabbed one of the pictures from the box on the table and walked to the other side of the wall. Gojo and you looked at each other and chuckled.

Grabbing more pictures all of you were getting all the decorations hung and put on the wall. Sukuna almost fell off the ladder a few times, but he didn’t. An hour had passed, and the center was fully decorated with cute colorful pictures and paper mâché hanging from the ceiling.

The rest of the day was filled with helping the cooks at the cafeteria to cleaning up the edge of the lake of trash. All the other counselors including you three took breaks in between everything so you had some time to cool off from the early summer heat.

As the sun began to set and the moon was starting to rise all the counselors were gathered in the main building chattering to themselves. You were sitting between Gojo and Sukuna while the senior counselor was getting papers together. Gojo was flirting with one of the counselors while you and Sukuna was making small talk. The room quicky grew quiet which forced all your attention to the senior counselor standing at podium.

“All right everyone you all know the children will be arriving tomorrow. I have inspected all the buildings, and everything is all ready to go for tomorrow. I have your assigned rooms and the list of children that you will be responsible for. There are a lot more children this year unlike last year, so everyone keep your eyes and ears open. That is all and if you would please see me before you leave and once again thank you for volunteering at Camp Beaver Falls.”

Everyone got up from their seats all at once and made their way to the podium. “Wow I wonder how many kiddos we are going to be watching this year. Last year it was only about three kids per person right?” Gojo rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at you and Sukuna. “Yeah and they were on their best behavior the whole time, so it was a piece of cake for me. This year though if there are more than last year we are looking at four or five maybe even seven.”

Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Being responsible for four or five kids? He would be able to handle one or two but not that many. You turned to see Sukuna with a bothered expression on his face. You reached to grab his hand and rub the top of it with your thumb. “Don’t worry you got me and Gojo so don’t freeze up now.” Sukuna looked down at his hand and cracked a smile.

“Come on.” You pulled him out of his seat and dragged him to the podium. “Hey wait for me” Gojo chuckled. He walked up behind the two of you as you were getting your things. “So, how many do you have this year Gojo?” He peered at the list in his hand. “Looks like I got two kids to look after this year. Sweet. How about you?”

“I have four. Who do you have Sukuna?” Sukuna held the list up to you so you can have a look. As you scanned the paper something wasn’t right. “Wait a minute….. you have the same list of kids as me. This must be a mistake.” When you lift your head the senior counselor walked by. “Excuse me, ummm me and Sukuna have the same list of children. Is this right?”

They smiled as they look towards you. “Yes, it is. Since we have a rookie on our hands I felt the need to let him have some help. You were the best fit since you have been here longer. Gojo can help too when he is not busy.” Your expression softens as they said that. “Okay we will do our best” you chirped.

“Good now you all get your rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Good night.” “Good night.” “You two love birds can stay here and talk all night long. Me on the other hand I’m going to bed.” Gojo walked off but then he saw the counselor he was flirting with earlier. “Yeah he is going to bed all right” you rolled yours eyes and snickered.

Sukuna looked at you and started to snicker too. “Seems like he doesn't change when he is here either. Same ol’ Gojo.” Both of you laughed as you walked towards your rooms. When you both got there you saw Gojo and the other counselor leaning against his car.

“Hey Sukuna, your stuff is in the trunk I forgot you rode in with me” he beamed. He opened the trunk and tossed Sukuna his stuff. After that Gojo just continued his conversation. You already got your stuff out of your car, and you were waiting for him on the wooden walkway.

Walking along side Sukuna you got to know him a little more. Aside from him dicking you down with his eye a couple times he was nice. The two of you made it to the end of the walkway where there were two rooms. One on the left was yours and the one on the right was his.

“Well, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” You cleared your throat to gain his attention. “Yeah I’ll see you tomorrow.” You put your key into the lock and turned it. Walking inside you turned around to wave at him as he stood there. Once you closed the door Sukuna went into his room smiling from ear to ear. Getting ready for bed he laid down in the somewhat comfortable bed thinking about you.

~That Morning~

Sukuna was snoring loudly with the pillow over his head. The sun was beginning to peek into his room, but he didn’t know. There was a loud knock on his wall behind him which he woke up to. He knocked back then laid back down.

He looked at the alarm clock on the stand next to him and it said 8:00AM. “Awww did I wake you up out of your sleep? Good because you woke me up out of mine. Get up sleeping beauty and get dress.” Sukuna heard your voice faintly through the wall and he began to chuckle.

You heard how deep it was through the wall. “Laugh all you want just wait until I wake you out of your sleep this early in the morning. You won’t like me then.” You laughed as you hopped out of bed to take a shower.

Sukuna was slowly waking up as he made his way into the bathroom so he could get ready. Letting the water wet his hair and toned body he felt more awake unlike earlier. After ten minutes he turned off the water and got out of the shower but when he looked in the mirror he groaned.

“I should have time to rub one out and be fine.” There was a knock on his door that distracted him from his current situation. “Hey Sukuna come on and get breakfast before the kids get here” you yelled on the other side of the door.

He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist which didn’t help. Sukuna walked to the door leaving small trails of water on the carpet floor. You were looking at your phone not noticing the door opening.

You looked up to see him leaning out of the doorway, but you realized he just got out of the shower. “Oh, I didn’t mean to rush you or anything…” you were cut off by Sukuna. “It’s fine don’t worry about it. Just go on without me I know where to go.” You could smell the scent of his soap or whatever he used on his body, and it smelt pleasant. You were too enticed by the smell when you didn’t hear him talking to you.

“Y/N? Y/N? You are spacing out on me.” He was still a little wet, so he flicked his fingers to sprinkle your face. You felt cold droplets hit your face and you looked at Sukuna. “Seems like you were in lala land. So, I had to do something.” He chuckled as you wiped the little water you had on your face. “Hahaha very funny” you said sarcastically. You put your phone in the pocket of your uniform shorts.

“All right then I'll see you there. Don’t take too long or all the breakfast will be gone.” You winked at Sukuna as you turned around to walk away. Sukuna stared at your ass as you walked away. Shutting the door, he looked down at his “problem”. “This shouldn’t take long. A few minutes tops.”

~Thirty Minutes Later~

All the camp counselors were sitting down enjoying their breakfast. Well not all of them since Sukuna wasn’t in sight. You already finished eating so you were looking for him. “Gojo have you talked to Sukuna at all?” “No, I assume he was going to be with you before I got here.” You sighed to yourself wondering what’s taking him so long. Deciding to get another bottle of water you looked at the entrance and there he was.

“Nice of you to join us. What took you so long?” You hand him the water that was in your hand. “No reason. I just take longer to get ready.” You knew there was something up, but you let it slide. You grabbed another bottle of water and showed him to the table you and Gojo were sitting at. All three of you talked until it got closer to ten.

All the counselors started to head outside and stand in front of the main building. Looking off to the side you saw that Sukuna was clenching his fists. You grabbed his hand and held it. Sukuna looked over to you as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you and then he heard the buses rolling in. “They are here. Everyone let’s give them a warm welcome” shouted the senior counselor.

The buses came to a stop and the kids came running off. “WELCOME TO CAMP BEAVER FALLS!” everyone shouted. The kids were screaming and clapping as they ran towards the counselors. Some of them have been here before and they were excited to come back.

A few others were new, and they were taking in their new surroundings. All the counselors were shouting different names left and right trying to find their groups. Gojo found his group off to the side and they seemed to be very close, so it was easy for him.

You and Sukuna soon found three kids walking towards both of you but there was one who was standing behind them. “Hey guys my name is Y/N L/N, but you can call me Y/N.” They smiled at you but then their attention turned to Sukuna. “Ms. Y/N who is the guy with the bubblegum hair?” You held in your laughter at the little girl’s comment.

“This is Sukuna, and he is new here. I’m showing him how everything works around here.” Sukuna did a little awkward wave when you looked at him. “Why don’t you guys introduce yourselves.” The girl who said the comment earlier came up first.

She looked to be about nine or ten with pretty dark brown hair in pigtails and had lighter melanin skin. “Hi, my name is Allison. I’m sorry for what I said early about your hair.” She dug her foot in the dirt which was super cute. “Don’t sweat it kid. You can call it whatever you want.”

You saw Allison expression change to see the little gaps between her teeth. So adorable. “All right it’s my turn.” “No, I want to go.” “No, I want to go.” Twin boys that have the same skin complexion as Sukuna, but one had a black short haircut who was on the right and the other had black longer hair who was on the left.

Both of them were taller than Allison and they seemed to be about eleven or twelve. They were having their little feud, but you stopped them. “Boys, boys no need to argue who is going to go first. Why not play rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first.”

They both smiled as they held out their fists. “One… two… three!” The twin on the right had scissors and the twin on the left had paper. “Hahaha I go first.” The twin on the left stuck out his tongue at the other twin. “I’m Cole the older twin.” “Umm dude you are only older than me by ten seconds so chill out. I’m Cale the younger and better-looking twin.”

Cole looked at his brother and they were about to go at it again. Sukuna started to laugh. “I like your fiery spirits. I think me and you two will get along just fine.” They looked at each other and high fived. You began to see that Sukuna was getting along with them very well. Looking behind the twins you saw the other child just standing by themselves with a hoodie over their head.

In your eyes she seemed to be afraid but maybe you can talk to her one on one without all the attention of the others. “Hey Sukuna, can you take them to the arts and crafts building? That's where we need to go first, and I’ll meet you there.” “Ummm Y/N are you sure? I’m not exactly great with kids.” Sukuna rubbed the back of his neck, and you rolled your eyes jokingly.

“Sukuna they already like you and besides they are good kids. I know they are, and I trust you so can you please do this for me?” You were giving him those puppy dog eyes, and you had the nerve to poke out your lip. “Uuuugh fine. Don’t be long.” As an act of kindness, you kissed his cheek. “Thanks, I promise I will be there in a few minutes.” You turned to walk away, and Sukuna touched his cheek.

“Ooooooo Mr. Sukuna has a girlfriend.” Sukuna turned to the twins making smooching noises. “Aye now that’s not it. Now come on I have to take you to the arts and crafts center.” “Yes Mr. Sukuna.” Sukuna headed towards the building with the other children while you went over to the child that was standing all by themselves.

“Heyyy I just wanted to come over and introduce myself. I’m Y/N L/N your camp counselor and the other guy, Sukuna, that just left is also your counselor.” She had her head down with a hoodie on her head but then she looked up at you. “Don’t worry I’m not that happy go-lucky counselor that is really pitchy and force kids to associate with each other.”

You saw a small grin on her face as she listened to what you were saying. She pushed the hoodie off her head, and you could see her face clearly. She had braids that were pulled back into a ponytail and has the same skin tone as you paired with beautiful brown eyes. She was taller than Allison but shorter than the twins and looked the same age as Allison. “I’m Makayla.”

You smiled at her as she reached her hand out to you. Stretching your hand out towards hers you shook it gently. “It’s very nice to meet you Makayla. You know remind me when I was your age.” “Really?” she said softly. “Yeah you do. Shy and soft spoken but nothing is wrong with that. Now come on let’s get with the rest of the group. I’m sure they would be glad to meet you.” She nodded and grabbed your hand again.

Your heart was melting into a pile of goo. She was really sweet just a little shy. As you walked to the arts and crafts building you saw Sukuna with the others sitting at a table in the corner. “Ms. Y/N we are over here!” You saw Allison waving her hands in the air getting you and Makayla’s attention. Makayla held your hand a little tighter than before, but you rubbed her hand for reassurance.  You felt her relax as the both of you walked closer to the table.

“Everyone this is Makayla. She is a little shy so give her a warm welcome.” “Hi” she said delicately. “Hi Makayla, I’m Allison. Come sit next to me and not those goofballs over there.” She pointed to Cole and Cale who had their mouths open. Makayla looked up at you and you nodded your head. She immediately let go to sit next to Allison and they hit it off really well. She also got acquainted with Cole and Cale which made you happy.

You sat down next to Sukuna, and you looked at him. “See they are not bad. They are great kids.” Sukuna sighed. “Yeah but those twins are quite a pair. A bunch of comedians.” You giggled as you looked at them as they were coloring different pictures on the table. After about an hour the senior counselor walked through the door blowing their whistle.

“All right little beavers time to get your things off the bus and head your rooms. After that you all will have fun by the lake and have lunch. How does that sound?”

The building roared with a huge ‘Yeah’ from all the kids. “All right kids let go and have some fun!” The building doors soon flooded with kids going back to the buses. You, Sukuna and your group were the only ones still in the building but then you looked over to see Gojo with two of his new campers. “Aye Gojo come over here.” Gojo walked over with his campers standing next to him. “Look at you guys. Looking like a cute little family.” He laughed but then you fired back.

“Very cute Gojo but you looking like a single dad with two kids right now. No offense cuties.” “None taken.” You and Sukuna laughed, not expecting them to say that. “Well, you two don’t be rude introduce yourselves.”

There was a little girl that looked the same age as Makayla and Allison and the boy looked to be twelve. Both having the same complexion as Gojo. The girl had black hair with a single braid falling over her shoulder and the boy had black hair that covered his eyes a little and it was fluffy.

“I’m Abigail but you can call be Abby and this is my big brother Tyler.” Tyler waved at everybody with a small grin on his face. “I’m Allison and this is my friend Makayla. Those two are Cole and Cale. ” “Hey, I thought I was your friend.” “I know I'm her friend so haha.” They were about to go back and forth but Allison interrupted. “You two are my friends but Makayla comes first along with Abby now.” Allison gave Makayla and Abby a high five and you couldn’t be prouder.

“Well guys let’s get your things, so you all have some fun by the lake.” They all got up and ran out of the building. “Wait for us!” You ran behind them. “Sukuna if you weren’t here I would’ve hit it by now.”

Sukuna gave him a death glare but then he smiled. “Looks like you lost that chance. She’s mine.” Sukuna stuck up flipped him off as he ran behind you. He couldn’t help but snicker at his childish behavior even though he doesn’t have room to talk.

After the kids grabbed their bags you helped them settle into their cabins. They were separated into different cabins one for girls and one for boys. You helped the girls set up their things while Sukuna and Gojo helped the boys. As they unpacked their things and locked them away you took some time to get to know them.

They were wonderful girls, and you are so happy they are getting along. The same was happening with Sukuna, Gojo and the boys. The twins being their humorous selves making them laugh and Tyler being the chill one that just vibe with everybody. It felt like you were a small family and it made them feel more comfortable. As you were helping Abby Makayla asked you a question.

“Ms. Y/N are you and Mr. Sukuna together?” That question threw you for a loop and you didn’t expect to hear that. “Yeah I wondered that too since you kissed his cheek earlier.” You laughed lightly. “No girls me and Mr. Sukuna are not together. It was just a friendly gesture.” The girls were satisfied with your answer.

In the back of your mind, you began to question why you did it. Like you said it was a nice gesture, but you feel like you wanted it to be more. “Ms. Y/N can we go to the lake now?” “Yes we can go to the lake now.” They giggled as they made their way out the door with you following behind them. Sukuna, Gojo and the boys were waiting for you outside the door.

“So, it is true girls take longer to get ready than boys.” They all giggled amongst themselves but that didn’t bother the girls at all. “Let’s get to the lake I’m ready to have some fun.”

When you all got to the lake it was a beautiful sight. The lake was shining from the sun, and it was calm and peaceful. The pier at the lake adds a special touch. Even with tons of children running around screaming along the shoreline, it was still a beautiful sight.

“All right you guys have fun. If you need anything we will be preparing lunch for you guys.” “Okay. Come on Abby and Makayla I see the perfect spot for us to play.” Allison grabbed their hands and pulled them towards a big tree near the lake on a cliff. “Wait for us.” All three boys ran after them. A smile was on your face seeing them running and playing. Sukuna was looking at you and he has never seen you glow like that since he got here.

‘She must really love kids’ he thought. “Well, you guys time to make their lunch. I hope they aren’t allergic to anything. I’ll make sure to ask before they eat.” You walked over to the big area with picnic tables where all the counselors were socializing and making lunch for the kids. “Sukuna you better make a move, or I will.” Gojo nudged his shoulder with his and Sukuna did it back. “You aren’t going to do anything besides like I said she is mine.”

Out of nowhere Sukuna and Gojo heard a huge splash. “Ms. Y/N! Mr. Sukuna! Makayla fell in the water!” You turned around to run but Sukuna beat you by jumping into the water from the pier. Makayla was trying her best to swim but the water was too deep for her. “Mr. Sukuna! Help me.” It didn’t take him long to get to her. “Hold onto to me Makayla.”

She quickly grabbed him and held on to him. You ran to get a few towels and made your way to the end of the pier. Everyone stood around watching everything go down. Some kids didn’t pay attention, but all the counselors were at the pier with you.

You reached out to Makayla first and wrapped her in the towel. Sukuna pulled himself up out of the water. “What happened Makayla? Are you alright?” She shook her head, but she looked to have tears in her eyes. “We were running around the tree, and I tripped on the root that was close to the edge. I’m sorry Ms. Y/N I didn’t mean too.”

“No, no, no sweetie it’s not your fault. Come on let me get you dried off.” She nodded again and leaned into you. You comfort her as you gave Sukuna a towel. The other kids went back to what they were doing but the counselors made sure no one else went near the tree.

You walked with Makayla back to the cabin and you asked the senior counselor for a phone number to call which was Makayla’s mother number. When you explained the situation to Makayla’s mother she was glad that her daughter was okay, and she wasn’t upset at all. She was thankful that you called instead of not calling at all so that’s all that matters.

“She already changed into some dry clothes, but it looks like her braids need to be redone. Is it okay if I do them?” “Yeah of course I have no problem with that. If you are going to wash her hair and stuff just make sure there is no coconut oil in anything. It will irritate her scalp.” “Okay no problem. I’ll have your daughter's braids good as new in no time.”

“Thank you baby you are so sweet. I have to go but can I talk to Makayla really quick?” You handed the phone to Makayla. “Makayla?” “Yes mommy?” “Ms. Y/N is going to redo your braids and I want you to be on your best behavior for her okay. I have to get back to work but mommy loves you okay?” “Okay mommy I love you too. Byyeeee.” “Bye sweetie.”

Makayla handed the phone back to you. “Ready to get your braids done?” She shook her head as she followed you out the cabin to your room. Sukuna and Gojo were watching the others and they were a little worried about Makayla. “Mr. Sukuna is Makayla going to be okay?” He looked next to him to see Allison with glassy doe eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah I’m sure she is fine.” Allison nodded but Sukuna could see that she was worried still. An idea came to him. “Allison you want me to come with me to check on Makayla. We can bring her lunch to her together.” Allison face light up with joy. She grabbed the extra bag and the extra water that was on the table. Sukuna giggled at her eagerness. “All right let’s go.” “Wait are guys going to see Makayla. We want to go too.”

He saw the twins making frowns. Sukuna looked at Gojo. “Looks like all of us are going.” They jumped for joy as they walked with Sukuna and Gojo to your room. You just got done washing, conditioning, and drying her hair.

You have already changed out of your uniform and into a comfortable two piece because you weren’t going back out there any time soon. As you were sectioning her hair you heard a knock at the door. “Y/N it’s us.” Putting the comb to the side you got walked away from the chair.

Opening the door, you saw Sukuna and Allison in front of you. “Makayla you have a visitor.” “Hey, you forgot about us.” “Sorry. Makayla have visitors” you giggled. You opened the door and Allison, and the others ran straight for Makayla. Allison handed her the lunch bag and water while they all asked if she was okay. Your heart began to ache at the sight.

“You two can come in too you know. Don’t just stand there.” Sukuna shook his head. “It’s only me. Gojo left to talk to that one counselor again.” You slowly shook your head. “Well come on in and join the party.” Sukuna grinned as he walked inside, and you closed the door behind you. The rest of the day being surrounded by six kids was a task in itself, but it wasn’t bad.

You were able to fix Makayla’s braids and they looked just like before just with a different hair tie. They were all pretty well behaved even with Cole and Cale cracking jokes and bickering every once in a while. Soon the sun was setting it was time for them to get ready for bed. Sukuna took the boys, and you took the girls to their cabin.

Just as you were tucking in Makayla she hugged you. “Thanks for everything Ms. Y/N and tell Mr. Sukuna I said thanks too.” You hugged her back and you felt her yawn meaning she was getting closer to falling asleep. “I will now you girls get your rest I’ll be by in the morning. Good night girls.” “Good night Ms. Y/N” You walked out gently shutting the door behind you.

You noticed Sukuna standing outside waiting for you. “Waiting for me?” You stood in front of Sukuna waiting for him to answer. “Yeah it’s dark out here. No need to have you walking by yourself.” You laughed as you felt him grab your hand. You mind began to race as you held his hand. “Umm Sukuna it is okay if we take a walk to the pier?”

Sukuna looked at you confused. “Aren’t we going to get in trouble for not following our bedtime?” You snickered lightly. “Don’t worry we won’t be long.” You held onto his hand as the both of you made your way to the end of the pier. The lake at night was so different and totally quiet aside from the cricket and frogs sounding through the night. The millions and millions of tiny stars being reflected onto the lake was a different type of beauty.

“Sukuna, Makayla thanks you for what you did, and I thank you too. You did an amazing job today with the others too. You just might be a better counselor than me and that’s hard to admit especially to a newbie.” Sukuna chuckled as he stood with you still holding your hand.

“No problem. I guess it was just an instinct but I’m glad I did the right thing.” You hummed at his answer. Sukuna eyes the two piece you were wearing, then look out towards the lake. “Hey Y/N I got an idea.” You looked over at him. “What’s the idea?” He didn’t say anything when he took off his new uniform and underwear.

“Sukuna what the hell are you doing?” You turned away as he set his clothes to the side of the pier. “What does it look like?” Sukuna got a running start before he dove into the water. Luckily it wasn’t loud, and the counselor cabins were a good distance away.

He swam back up and pushed his hair back. “Come on baby the water is fine.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes as you took off your sandals and sat down on the pier. Sukuna dove down back into the water and swam towards you. Observing the lake, you didn’t see Sukuna which alarmed you.

“Sukuna? Sukuna? Come on Sukuna this isn’t funny” you called out. Nothing. Suddenly you felt something grab your ankle and you covered your mouth from screaming when you saw a head of pink hair pop out of the water. “You asshole I thought something happened to you.” You kicked water in his face which made him laugh. “Awww I’m sorry. Did I scare the baby?” he asked mockingly.

You ignored him and to him that is a pet peeve of his. “Come on Y/N I was having a little fun. You seriously can’t be mad at me.” You turned your head with your arms crossed. He swam up to you and you felt his wet hands on your bare thighs. “Baby look at me?” You didn’t do but you felt a stinging slap to your thigh when you didn’t. You turned towards him, and he had a look on his face you had never seen before.

“When I say ‘look at me’ I mean that shit. Also, I don’t like being ignored.” You felt both of his hands travel up your thighs pushing your skirt up until it was at your hips. “Sukuna what are you doing?” Sukuna pushed your thighs apart and pushed them up making you land on your back.

You felt his finger slowly drag up and down your clothed slit and clit. “Sukuna ww-we can’t do this here. We can get caught.” Sukuna pulled your underwear and let it go making it snap against your pussy. “We’ll only get caught if you get loud. So be quiet and enjoy.” You yelped at his change in demeanor because it turned you on.

Sukuna began to lick your pussy through your underwear. The taste was faint, but he could still taste it. You covered your mouth as he moved up and down. Even though it was dark there was some lights along the shore that are lit, and he could see the dark spot forming on your panties. Sukuna just had a shit eating grin on his face as he pulled your panties to the side.

You removed your hand only to realized you were too quick to do so. A moan slipped out when he licked your clit getting a stronger taste of your juices. Squirming and moving in the same spot you tried to move away from him, but he just pulled you back. “Don’t move I’m just getting started.” At this point your underwear was in the way so he just ripped them not caring where the stray pieces went to.

“Su-Su-Sukuna please be gently.” Your voice was liquid honey being poured in his ears. You sound so innocent, but he knows you are far from that. Sukuna pushed his face between your thighs, and he swirled his tongue around your pussy. Your hand grabbed his hair and tugged it while the other was massaging your breast.

It felt so good, but it was about to get better. Sukuna motioned his tongue to spell something. ‘S-U-K-U-N-A-S P-U-S-S-Y’ He did it again and again and you finally realized what he was spelling. “Sukuna are you claiming my pussy?” You let it out in one breath before you took a deep breathy moan. Sukuna didn’t say anything, but he moved his tongue over your pussy again. ‘Y-E-S’

You moaned as he squeezed your thighs pulling you closer to his face. This is something you have never done before. Hell, you never even thought about doing this. You know at anytime you two could get caught but the fear only excited you. “M-M-More Su-Sukuna~. Please give m-me more.” He heard and he began to suck on your clit. Your back arched off the wood of the pier as the more he sucked the more sensitive it became.

Moving away from your clit he took a breather and started talking. “This pussy is wetter than this lake and it’s about to drown me too. This is the best I could ever ask for.” You moaned as you pinched your nipple through your shirt and pushed his head back down. “Ahh, ahh baby. Ask me to go back down. Ask me to go back and eat this pussy like I’ll never taste it again. Ask me or I'll stop right now.”

You were frantic in this moment in time and Sukuna’s voice was making you drip onto the wood of the pier. So close to your glory and he had the nerve to stop. ‘Can’t believe he low-key making me beg now but damn it I’m close’ you said in your mind.

“Sukuna please eat my pussy again. I was so close.” Sukuna smirked as he leaned his face against your soft thigh. You groaned but getting frustrated but then he bit your thigh. Not hard but you felt his canines making an indent in your inner thigh.

Without warning he took another bite out of your other thigh before he dipped back into your pussy. This time though his tongue was slowly making its way inside you. Your hand went to grip his hair as you pulled up your top letting the air touch your soften buds which quickly harden.

You rocked your hips against his face to get more stimulation, but you couldn’t find a rhythm. Sukuna tightened his grip and started to rock you himself. Finding a rhythm that made you shake and moan even more. Once again the glory moment was approaching as you tugged on his hair. A deep groan came from him as he felt your fingers tug a little too hard. He wasn’t complaining at all because he likes that. Let’s him know he is doing it right.

With his hands still rocking you against his mouth your moans were getting slightly louder but they were breathy. You felt his tongue wiggle against your walls and play with your g-spot, and that was it for you. Closing your legs around his head you covered your mouth with the hand from your breast as you slowly came undone. Sukuna was still licking your insides tasting your juices and feeling your walls squeeze his pink muscle.

You slowly relax and loosen your grip on his hair with shallow slow breaths. Sukuna slowly pulled away with his saliva and your juices connecting his tongue. “I hope you know I’m not going to let you go after this. This pussy is officially mine.” “Yeah whatever you say.” You waved your hand loosely in the air trying to getting your mind to stop spinning.

He just chuckled as he dipped back into the water and came up from the side. You heard his wet footsteps above you head and then they stopped. You had your eyes closed but then you felt water hit your face. “Sukuna what the fu…….” You covered your face with your hands and started laughing. Sukuna was standing over and you forgot he was naked.

“Like what ya see? Don’t answer that I know you do.” His eyes went straight to your chest as he watched it go up and down. You turned over to get up with the help of Sukuna grabbing your hand. You were just about to pull your top down but then Sukuna grabbed your breasts. “You know I did something for you why not return a favor.” You looked into his eye and leaned closer to him feeling his hard cock touch your thigh. “I can make that happen.”

~That Morning~

The sun started to rise above the trees and the birds began to sing. Sukuna was once again snoring up a storm, but it soon stopped when a pillow hit him in the face. “What the hell Y/N?” he groaned as he sat up on his elbows. “Time to wake up and that’s my revenge for the other night so get up or we are going to be late.” Sukuna moved out the bed and walked into the bathroom where you were. You were doing your hair while in your bra and underwear.

Sukuna wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder and neck. You giggled as he rocked you back and forth. “Hurry up and shower we don’t have long more.” You turned your head to look him in the eye. “I’ll hurry up when you give me a kiss.” He puckered his lips but then you turned away. “Brush your teeth first. You have morning breath.” You began doing your hair again when he said something smart.

“This isn’t morning breath. It’s ‘pussy’ breath and don’t act like your weren’t kissing me several hours ago.” You rolled your eyes and then your gave him a kiss. “Thought so.” Before he turned on the shower he smacked your ass before stepping into the shower.

After twenty minutes of getting ready both of you were in your uniforms walking towards the cabin where the children were. Waiting outside were your group along with Gojo with his two kiddos. Makayla ran towards Sukuna and jumped into his arms. Sukuna was caught by surprise, but he caught her. “Hey what’s this for?” he chuckled.

“For saving me yesterday.” Makayla looked over to you and reached towards you. You reached over and she brought you over closer to Sukuna. “You two are the best.” You looked at Sukuna and he looked at you. “Don’t forget me.” “Yeah we want in.” The two of you weren’t ready for the twins and Allison to tackle you into a hug but it was okay.

“You guys look just like a family.” “We are family. Well at least family away from our real families. Right Ms. Y/N?” You smiled as you looked at Allison. “Yeah you can say that Allison.” Turning your head over to Sukuna who had a slight tint on his cheeks but then his expression softened. “Hey Ms. Y/N are you okay? You have a dark mark on your shoulder.”

You put your hand on your shoulder and you felt the teeth marks. “Oooh ummm yeah I’m okay. It’s just a bruise.” You laughed nervously. “Oh okay. I hope it gets better soon.” You shook your head as Sukuna puts her down. “I’m guessing you all are hungry for some breakfast, so we need to get a move on.”

“Will there be pancakes?” “Eww I hope they have waffles.” “Pancakes.” “Waffles.” “Pancakes!” “Waffles!” “Hey, hey, hey you two no need to get fired up this early save it for later. I’m pretty sure they have both.” “With orange juice?” You and Sukuna laughed at their excited expressions. “Yes I’m sure there will be orange juice when you get there.”

They took off running towards the cafeteria since it was right next to the arts and crafts building. “Last one there is a rotten egg.” “No fair wait for us.” Allison, Makayla, Abby and Tyler took off running behind Cole and Cale.

“They are so energetic, but they are cute.” Sukuna wrapped his arm around you to pull you close. Gojo noticed it. “Seems like you two are a thing now. Especially with that nice sized hickey on your shoulder.” You pulled your shirt as high as you could to cover it up. “I’m going to cafeteria to make sure the kids get their breakfast. Don’t be late you two.” You walked off to the cafeteria while Gojo and Sukuna stood there.

Sukuna looked over at Gojo. “You know I thought it wouldn’t happen, but I give you props.” Gojo patted Sukuna on the shoulder. “Yeah which means you can’t be flirting with her like you were before I got here.” Gojo let go of his shoulder and walked in front of him.

“No promises.” Sukuna jogged behind him and “tapped” him on the back of the head taking a running start to the cafeteria. “He never changed” He chuckled as he ran after him. ‘This counselor stuff is not bad. Maybe these next several weeks is just what I needed ’ he thought as he got closer to the cafeteria.

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Sleazy Dabi who likes going for the sweet ones, the ones who can hardly look him in the eye and hesitate a little when he gets close to them. The ones who always chuckle nervously when he starts flirting, whose words turn to whispers when they admit they’re new to this whole thing.

Whole thing? He always asks with a tip of their chin to look him in the eye. Whole thing with guys like you, they always mumble back. He likes the look, the challenge, the fight in their eyes as he knows how his charm can soothe their battling minds.

He wins every time.

Sleazy Dabi who likes the inexperienced ones, the ones who stutter and stumble and shake a little when his hand rests on their thighs. The ones who tell him, they don’t know what they’re doing. He loves the sweet little look that passes over their faces when he reassures them that he’ll be there every step of the way, holding their hands if he needs to.

But sleazy Dabi who loves you the most. His latest, and last, plaything turned lover. Who used to be so scared to touch him without shaking, who couldn’t look him in the eye without smiling whenever he kissed you. Who used to sing him the prettiest songs whenever he made you work for it, gain that confidence he knew was lurking beneath the shadows.

Before, when he told you to ride him for the first time, he can still remember the scared little look on your face. How your eyes grew round and you fiddled with your fingers, whispering that you don’t know how—don’t know what to do—where to put your hands—where to look. He comforted you, walked you through the whole thing until you lost yourself in the moment and fell headfirst into him.

And now? Now, he doesn’t even have to ask.

“It looks so pretty,” he hears you murmur under your breath, eyes snapping down to look at the sight of you. Pumping a hand around his drooling cock, pulling until the pre gathers in your palm, only to slide it back down again once more. He looks up when he feels your stare, licking his lips at your hung open mouth and round eyes and heaving chest.

“Lemme ride it. Please?” You ask softly. Usually, he’d remind you of your manners, question where that sweet, innocent, hesitant person went, ask when you became so bold. But you look so hungry for it, already raising on your knees, already swiping his pierced tip through your wetness.

“You know it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.” Dabi mutters against your mouth when you lean into him, gasping when he breaches your hole. And he means what he said—ever since he met you, every part of him has been yours, even if you didn’t know it yet.

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Whipped Cream Dreams

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Touya wasn’t entirely sure how the current situation came to be. Really all he wanted was some fucking ice cream and someFUCKINGhow he ended up on his back with you straddling his legs with a can of whipped cream in your hand.

The look on your face is positively sinful and wicked as you gaze down at him. You’re both butt naked, of course you have to be, and his cock is already leaking against his stomach as he gazes up at you. “C’mon princess” he purrs up at you even as his hands on your hips tighten. You cock your head and let your lips twist mischievously at him. “C’mon what baby? You want me to do something huh?” You coo down at him and then, before he can react, you’re squirting whipped cream onto his chest and bending down to suck it off.

He lets out a groan and his head falls back and then you’re doing it again but over his nipple. You suck it hard into your mouth and feel him buck against you. “Fuck princess” he hisses at you even as he tries to pull your hips so he can shove his cock inside of you. You tut at him and place a hand over his throat to squeeze lightly. “Behave my beautiful little prince. I’m gonna take care of you precious just like I always do” you coo and you watch the healthy skin on his face flush red and his head whips to the side.

You laugh softly before you squirt more whipped cream on him this time on his stomach. So you move so you can lick a trail down to it, keeping your eyes on him, and you suck it up quickly. He lets out a low moan and jerks again. “Fuck princess c’mon” he’s almost whining now and you feel a surge of pride. It is very very rare for Touya to let you have the upper hand on him. So the fact he hasn’t stopped you yet tells you he’s really fucking enjoying himself right now.

But you were feeling impatient yourself. All the build up was making you crave him even more. But you had to do this next part you just had to. So you slid off his lap only to settle between his legs and shake the can up. He was watching you, his mouth open and small pants escaping, and you shot him a wink before you sprayed a small amount of cream on the head of his cock.

He groaned and tried to buck his hips up but you wrapped your palm around his base and squeezed. “Behave my prince” you scold lightly and he groans as his cock twitched in your hand. Finally you have mercy… To an extent. You slide your tongue up his shaft and swirl it around the head to clean the whipped cream off.

“Fuck princess please” and he’s begging now. You feel your cunt absolutely GUSH at this and you swallow hard as you almost cave to him. You repeat this process a few times until he’s squirming and all but fucking crying as he looks down at you. “I know what you want baby” you say softly before squirting whipped cream on his cock head again. He whines, WHINES, as he watches you bend to his cock.

And he comes down your fucking throat as soon as your mouth swallows his head and the whipped cream.

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@dabislittlesluttyprincess @cherryflavoredkissess @sillakits @the-milk-anon @mossy-opal @dabislittlemouse @shadowsandshapes @daniidil @starstruck-flames this was 100% Cherries fault!! Fuck I’m so horny for this it’s not even funny!!💙

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— kazutora hanemiya

cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, pet name (baby)

a/n: i lied, i wanted to post it earlier heh. how could i not write for my no. 1 pookie!!

it was hot, humid, and stuffy. if it wasn’t for the sensation you were feeling at this very moment, you would’ve complained about how the sheets felt against your skin and how a thick layer of sweat covered the entirety of your body.

if it wasn’t for kazutora taking you from behind at this very moment, you would’ve found yourself under the shower, cold water running down your sticky body. but it was too good, fuck, it felt heavenly.

your face was buried against the pillow—ass up with your hands splayed on either side of your head, fingers deliciously digging at the soft object. the erotic noises you let out were muffled by the pillow as kazutora mercilessly pounded into you, his hands interlocked with your own, his sweaty palm making contact with the back of your hands.

the man above you whined into your ear, hot breath fanning over the side of your face and neck which caused goosebumps to form at the sensation—naked chest pressed against your back which drove his cock deeper into your cunt. the bed squeaked with every sharp thrust of his hips, the wooden headboard banging against the wall.

you were spent and sensitive. you could feel another orgasm bubbling from the pit of your stomach. you didn’t know how many times you’ve came, one, two, three? you lost count. all you knew was that kazutora wasn’t going to stop any time soon but it was fine because everything felt so good.

a mix of your’s and kazutora’s juices dripped down your inner thighs, the loud squelching noise filling up the entire bedroom. you were so wet from your previous orgasms and made him hornier; thinking about how much he made you cum urged him on even more—he was greedy and he wanted to ruin you until you were a complete mess for him.

it was always like this with kazutora. he could never not give you just one orgasm, he always had to give you more than one. maybe it was because of how good you felt while you squeezed around his dick, he didn’t know but all he wanted was more. more of you, more of this pleasure, and more cum.

he didn’t care how fucked out and spent he became, he just wanted to feel your cum around his cock.

“hmph! kazu—ah!” you bit your lip hard as one of kazutora’s hand made it’s way down to your clit, alternating by rubbing tight circles and slapping it. you jerked at the movement, chest pressing further into the mattress at the sensation.

“ah! that’s it, baby—mhm! can you give me one more? fuck! can’t get enough of ya!” he whined against your ear before biting down on your shoulder, eyes clamping shut as you squeezed around his cock.

kazutora knew you were close again, he felt the way your naked body became taut against his own, so he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, urging you to cum around his cock again, and so you did. another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through your body, this time it was more intense than the previous ones.

the sharp sensation shot up your spine and you instinctively closed your legs as you shamelessly moaned out loud, effectively trapping kazutora’s hand. “haah! good girl! c’mon, baby.. open up f’me.” you found out it was a bad idea to close your legs because not only did you become tighter around his cock but also because now you could feel more of him while he thrusted in and out.

“ngh! kazu— no more!” you whined, bringing a shaky arm behind you to try and stop his hips from moving but his hand caught yours and pinned it behind your back.

kazutora’s eyes rolled back at the new found sensation, your cunt hugged him tighter than before and it drove him absolutely fucking crazy, “shh, it’s okay baby—ah! you can take it!” you were practically squeezing him out but he managed to give you a couple more thrusts before shooting his sticky load in you.

he whined loudly against your ear, voice becoming a pitch higher as pleasure engulfed his whole body. his vision briefly turned white and there was a loud ringing in his ears as he came, it felt like everything around him disappeared for a moment. he rode his orgasm out by slowly thrusting in and out, soft whimpers slipping past his lips as he milked his cock to every last drop.

his orgasm felt so good that his citrine eyes brimmed with tears of pleasure. he rested his forehead against your nape, lips parted as he let out hot, heavy pants. his shoulder length hair sticking to his forehead and nape, cheeks a deep rosy shade.

“mmm.. you’re such a good girl for me.” kazutora groaned as he pulled out of your sopping wet cunt, earning a loud whine from you. he watched as your juices dripped down your leg and onto the mattress.

it was truly a sight to see.

you stayed like that for a while, body laying limp against the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. your legs were becoming numb and you could feel them trembling from the amount of orgasms kazutora pulled from you.

“ah, fuck! kazu!” you violently jerked against the mattress, causing the bed to squeak as he pried your legs open to lick a long stripe up your cunt.

you were still in the same position, torso pressed against the bed while your ass was up in the air as kazutora wrapped his lips around your cunt and harshly sucked on it, earning a loud whimper from you—fingers once again digging into the pillow.

“m’sorry baby, i couldn’t help myself.. d’you think you could give me one more?”

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 01)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This story is set in the canon JJK universe, but Shibuya and the Culling Game never happened. Yuuji is 20 years old and has already spent several years as Sukuna's vessel. The first half of this chapter is a flashforward moment set seven months after the separation ritual. After that, the story will be told in the chronologically correct order.

Chapter 01

Welcome to my cage, little lover (Bottom of the deep blue sea by MISSIO)

Tokyo, seven months after the separation ritual

He crosses the road at a slow pace smirking to himself. It would be so easy to kill everyone on this crossing. Barely a snap of his fingers is all it would take. But Sukuna feels no desire to do so. After all, he has two large cups of coffee to carry, one vanilla, the other caramel, and it would be a waste to spill them. He's grown rather fond of the taste of vanilla since he got a human body and can finally experience all human senses again.

It's a short way from here to the modern apartment complex he lives in now. It doesn't look as impressive as the temple he used to reside in a thousand years ago, where people came to pray to him and bring him sacrifices. But it has all luxuries that modern life has to offer. A penthouse in one of the most wealthy districts of Tokyo is quite fitting for a King.

He pushes through the nameless flock of mortals, gloating at the way the crowd seems to part for him, unconsciously sensing that there is something much more powerful than them walking this street. He wonders if the more sensitive ones experience a strange sensation when passing by the King of Curses. A light tingling on their skin or a sudden image of glowing red eyes staring at them.

The servant, or security man as he is called in these new times, at the entrance to the building Sukuna lives in nowadays, lowers his head in a polite bow. Sukuna nods at him before entering through the wide glass door and heading to the elevator that will take him to his penthouse.

Uraume picked the place for him while Sukuna was still trapped inside Yuuji's body. They chose only the best for their Master. A luxurious penthouse in a wealthy neighborhood right next to a park with a small shrine. At least a little something that reminds Sukuna of his former life a thousand years ago. He almost gets nostalgic when he gazes out the large floor-to-ceiling windows and sees the bright red of the Shinto shrine.

But that life is long gone, and admittedly the memories of it are hazy. He knows, though, that most of the time, he was horribly bored back then. His new life in these modern times offers more excitement.

He precariously balances the two cups of coffee on his left forearm while fishing his keycard from his pocket.

Sukuna steps into the elevator, checking his reflection in the floor-length mirror. He's still surprised whenever he sees how snugly modern clothes sit on his body, but he must admit that he looks good. During the last few months, he has taken a liking to tailored suits in red or black combined with fine dress shirts and ties. He looks dashing in them, just like those wealthy businessmen in the movies he watches. He laughs softly at the thought, watching how the corners of his lips lift in a genuinely amused expression.

The face looking back at him is very similar to the face he has seen reflected in mirrors and windows for years while watching the world through the eyeslits on his vessel's cheeks. Sukuna can see a lot of Yuuji in the face he is wearing now as his own. He isn't a carbon copy of him, though.

Sukuna has a hard time recalling how exactly he looked a thousand years ago before he abandoned his human body for his King of Curses form, the monstrosity with four arms and eyes. But he thinks he sees some of his original human appearance in his reflection now. The pair of light blue eyes that glitter like two sapphires, the angular jaw, and the high cheekbones are all things he recognizes. He was a beautiful man back then, admired by many. And he is beautiful now, a thousand years later.

Sukuna checks his wristwatch. 8:37. Good. He was pretty fast.

The elevator doors slide open, and Sukuna steps into his home and slips out of his fine dress shoes. He likes the clean look of his modern palace. Shiny white surfaces and high-quality furniture. Large wall panels depict scenes from the time when he was a human sorcerer. Magnificent vases full of blooming chrysanthemum flowers add bright colors and an ever-present soft flowery smell.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a majestic view over the huge city, fitting for a King who wants to overlook his kingdom. Or a God who gazes down at the worms he cursed to suffer and crawl at his feet. The shiny white marble floor is spotless and warm under Sukuna's feet. Another luxury of modern life.

But what Sukuna likes the most about this place is the large kitchen. An expansive room with all the lovely modern appliances that one can buy with money. The heart of every house. The perfect place to prepare every meal the King of Curses desires.

That's where Sukuna is headed now. He enters the kitchen and is just about to put the coffee cups on the marble countertop when he hears it.

"Kuna?"

A smile spreads over Sukuna's face. He turns around slowly, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on the open double door.

And a moment later, Itadori appears in the doorway, fresh out of the shower, with a towel slung low around his hips. His damp hair is sticking up in funny places where he tried to rub it dry. Water droplets run down his tan, naked chest and over his defined abs before disappearing in the fluffy white towel around his hips.

And there it is again. That weird feeling Sukuna has been experiencing lately. That fluttery sensation in his stomach and the tightening in his chest. Not painful but strange because he cannot explain why it feels like he is filled with warmth.

Yuuji's golden eyes meet Sukuna's across the room, and the boy smiles that big smile that lights up his whole face. Like the sun has risen, not just outside the window, but here in the kitchen too.

"Ah, so I heard right! You are back! And you brought coffee, yay!"

He's practically bouncing over to Sukuna, eyes scanning the two large cups in Sukuna's hands. More happy laughter fills the room.

That's another thing that is so different from how Sukuna's former life was. He can't remember ever hearing laughter or other loud exclamations of joy in his former home. It was always eerily quiet in his temple. The few people who visited were ghostly silent, fearing to wake Sukuna's anger with a wrong move or wrong noise. The only one who talked to him was Uraume. But those were soft words, spoken in a respectful and humble way.

Yes, his former life had been very silent. Sukuna remembers that he found it maddeningly at times. That he thought it would drive him insane. The silence, the solitude, the absence of anything real. Everyone who came to see him only came because they wanted something from him, a prayer here, a plea there. Sukuna-sama, please grant us a good harvest. Sukuna-sama, please protect us from our enemies. Sukuna-sama, please accept this sacrifice so we will be in your favor.

He had been surrounded by fake smiles and whispered words. But, Itadori is never calculated or quiet. His laughter is loud and honest, just like everything about him is loud and warm, and passionate. He is so full of emotions, displaying them so openly. He is so full of life.

Warm fingers land on Sukuna's, caressing them before they take the cup from him. Golden eyes sparkle at Sukuna, and the boy beams at him,

"Aww, you even got caramel for me? Thank you, baby! You're the best!"

He is all in Sukuna's space, pressing against him, getting Sukuna's fine dress shirt wet as he kisses Sukuna's cheek with a loud smacking noise and a happy chuckle. Sukuna automatically wraps an arm around the boy's waist, laughing softly as he pulls him closer.

"Careful, darling, don't spill your coffee."

His lips brush over smooth skin, leaving a whisper of a kiss on a glowing, smiling cheek.

Seven months prior

A victorious smirk lights up Sukuna's face as he emerges from the scarlet drizzle of blood and the cloud of smoke that smells of potent magic. He lifts his hands into the air looking triumphantly at the movement of his fingers as he wiggles them experimentally.

It worked! The ritual was successful! He has a body! After a thousand years, the King of Curses can finally walk this world again freely in human form! This is different from just borrowing the brat's body for a few short moments. This is Sukuna's own flesh and bone now. He is truly reincarnated this time!

He laughs as he becomes aware of the pounding headache in his temples and the painful tension in the muscles on his back. Typical human sensations he hasn't felt in eons and certainly isn't fond of, but right now, they taste like sweet victory. He is no longer trapped in his domain where he felt nothing, and the years dragged on in a seemingly neverending numbness.

The pain of having a mortal body is something he welcomes in those first moments after being reincarnated. For someone who has spent the last thousand years as a shadow, it is astounding to feel those little inconveniences again.

Mankind is such a funny species, so weak and full of pain. But luckily, Sukuna is more than a mere human. He pulls on the cursed energy simmering under the surface. The powerful magic that runs through his veins and tingles potently on his fingertips. He has had enough taste of the ache that comes with being human.

The uncomfortable feeling in his back and head vanishes almost instantly, and Sukuna grins triumphantly. Unlike those maggots, Sukuna is a God walking the earth in the guise of a human.

He takes a step and frowns. There is still a strange sensation that didn't go away. A dull ache in his chest. He can't place his finger on what this feeling is. He can't remember ever experiencing it before. It's not outright pain. No pounding or stabbing. It's more like... the absence of something. A strange feeling of emptiness. Like a phantom pain from a limb that is missing.

Before Sukuna can analyze it more, the smoke around him dissolves, and he can take in the surroundings he gazed upon earlier still from inside the brat. He is in a large underground room. The former car park of an abandoned office building. Candles are arranged in complicated patterns, ancient incantations spelled out in Uraumes handwriting all over the floor and the walls.

Sukuna hums in approval. His loyal servant prepared everything perfectly. Uraume found a good place for the ritual, abducted a body they could use as the new shell for Sukuna's soul, and then lured the brat here during one of his missions.

Sukuna's gaze lands on the crimson-red pools of blood staining the floor. Why is there so much of it? Did the brat blow up or something? Sukuna huffs. Pathetic little worm.

He doesn't care whether the boy survived their separation or not, but he can't help but feel a hint of disappointment. He thought his vessel was more robust than this.

Sukuna follows the bloody trail across the room only to discover that the source of it isn't his former vessel's body. Instead, it's the severed limbs and head of a man Sukuna doesn't know. And that's when Sukuna's steps falter for a moment.

Scattered over the floor are the bloody remains of the body Uraume planned to reincarnate Sukuna into.

"I fear your soul is too strong to reincarnate in a mere mortal's body, Master Sukuna. It ripped him to shreds. But it seems you regained your original human body. So I hope you are pleased with this unexpected development."

Sukuna laughs softly as he turns to look at Uraume emerge from behind a makeshift altar and bow deeply to Sukuna.

"Oh, I am very pleased. This is by far more favorable than wearing a stranger's skin. And we got rid of the brat too. Let's.."

Sukuna stops abruptly as the hollow feeling in his chest suddenly increases, cutting off his air supply for a few seconds and filling him with a deep desperation that he cannot fathom. Blood is rushing loudly in his ears. His hands feel numb, fingers crooking weirdly in a claw-like gesture.

He is faintly aware of his servant's voice calling out to him. But he cannot bring himself to answer. Instead, something is tugging him forward, away from Uraume and towards the part of the room where the smoke hasn't cleared yet. Almost as if an invisible force is pulling him towards it.

With every step he takes, the strange feeling of emptiness in his chest lessens, and he can breathe more freely again.

Sukuna steps into the smoke, and his gaze catches a flash of color on the floor before him. A familiar shade of pink. Tousled pink hair, stained with blood, and a pair of wide golden eyes that look around feverishly.

Sukuna lifts an eyebrow. Oh? So the brat is still alive?

A chuckle escapes Sukuna's lips. The weird sickening feeling from a moment ago is gone. Instead, Sukuna feels an exhilarating tingle in his veins. A smug smirk is tugging at his lips as he shoves his hands casually into his pants pockets and takes in the sight in front of him.

Itadori Yuuji is lying on the dirty floor in a small pool of blood. A crumpled heap, lying on his side, curled up like a scared child, bloody and bruised. He looks like a broken puppet his Master threw away after getting tired of playing with it. He's shaking, and blood is running down his face from a wound above his right eye while he's hugging himself and rocking back and forth.

Oh, he looks beautiful like this! So broken and pathetic! Sukuna watches the boy with a triumphant glint as he slowly prods his shoulder with one foot.

"Well, well, what did I find here?"

Sukuna's tongue darts out to lick his lips. He likes the way things turned out. Not only does he have his own body now, but he also has Itadori right here at his mercy. This doubles the fun.

The brat is staring at him with wide, panicked eyes. Good, he's terrified. He knows he stands no chance against a fully reincarnated Sukuna. He knows he can't do anything to stop Sukuna from spreading his reign of terror over the world.

Sukuna will take his time with him! Make him suffer before he kills him! Toy with him like a cat plays with a mouse before it kills and eats it. Make him watch as Sukuna tortures and kills every person the boy ever cared about!

His triumphant thoughts get interrupted by Itadori's voice, unusually weak and full of fear,

"Who...Who are you? What happened? Where am I?"

Sukuna sneers at the brat.

"I won. That's what happened."

Golden eyes widen with utter confusion and blink at him uncomprehendingly.

"I don't understand. Won what? Who...who are you?"

Sukuna's eyes narrow. Why does the brat not recognize him? Sukuna hasn't seen his reflection yet, but Uraume said he looks like his former self, and that wasn't all that different from the brat's face. Plus, all his markings must still be clearly visible on his face. So what is the brat playing at? Could it be that he is confused after the ritual?

"Do you not remember who I am?"

There's a growing panic in the brat's eyes, and for a moment, Sukuna is sure he finally realizes who is standing in front of him. But the boy's next words contradict that,

"No... no...I don't know you... I.. Fuck.. I can't remember anything at all!"

His voice breaks at the last word, turning into a scared sob. His breaths come out in short pants as panic takes over.

Sukuna sighs and gets on one knee in front of Itadori. He puts a finger under the boy's chin, making him lift his face so Sukuna can inspect him thoughtfully.

There's genuinely no sign of recognition in those honey-colored eyes. Just confusion and fear. Could it be? Did he really lose his memories? Sukuna lets his gaze wander over the cut on the brat's forehead, that's still bleeding profusely. Apparently, he hit his head during the ritual. Maybe he had a concussion, and that caused temporary memory loss.

It makes Sukuna laugh gloatingly.

The brat has always been stupid, but right now, he is outright ridiculous. Utterly helpless in his state of confusion. He doesn't know a thing in the world right now. He doesn't know how strong he is. He doesn't know that he usually runs headfirst into danger without any regard for his own safety. He doesn't know that he is a hero. Right now, he is just a weak and lost little thing.

Sukuna feels a spark of desire shoot through him at the thought. Seeing the usually so stubborn and rude brat so pathetic and scared turns him on.

Sukuna gives it one last try:

"Your name is Itadori Yuuji. You used to be my vessel. The vessel of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses."

The brat's face just scrunches up in more confusion.

"What?"

And Sukuna roars with a new fit of laughter.

"You really lost your mind, didn't you, brat? How cute!"

Sukuna lets go of the brat's chin and gets to his feet again just when the soft voice of Uraume drifts to his ears.

"Are you feeling alright, Master Sukuna?"

"I am feeling splendid!"

He smiles over his shoulder at Uraume, stepping to the side so his servant can see the boy lying at his feet.

"Oh, you found your former vessel. Do you want me to get rid of him for you, Master?"

Sudden irritation washes over Sukuna. His reply is harsher than he remembers ever talking to Uraume before,

"No! Don't touch him!"

He can see Uraume's eyes widen, but they let their hands sink obediently to their sides again and bow to him,

"Excuse me, Master. Of course, I won't touch him if you forbid it. What shall we do with him then?"

"We're taking him with us."

Why would he want to get rid of the brat when he is in such a beautiful state of confusion? It's too perfect of an opportunity to pass on. Sukuna just got handed his detested former vessel at his most vulnerable. Sobbing and terrified, void of all the memories of his former life. So perfect to toy with to Sukuna's heart's content.

Sukuna's face lights up in a cruel smirk, and he adds gleefully.

"The brat has lost his mind. I want to see his face when he realizes what has happened."

The brat looks at him uncomprehendingly before his eyes roll back, and he slumps back to the floor in a graceless unconscious heap.

Sukuna snorts and picks him up, throwing him over his shoulder and signaling Uraume to lead the way to his new home. It doesn't even occur to him to order his servant to carry the boy. Itadori is Sukuna's personal matter.

Triumph is pumping through his veins. He came out of this whole thing as the clear victor. Finally, he has a human body. The King of Curses is walking the streets of Tokyo in the flesh, ready to take over the reins of this modern world. And he even got a little welcome-back gift. A confused Itadori Yuuji who is entirely at his mercy.

The so-called perfect vessel, which was nothing but a cage to hold Sukuna back. But not anymore. Now Sukuna is free, and the boy is nothing. Reduced to a powerless and pathetic object of ridicule. A plaything for the King's enjoyment. Sukuna will decide what to do with him later when the brat's mind works again. Kill him or fuck him, or make him watch as Sukuna burns the whole world down.

"We will have lots of fun, brat."

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my new Sukuita story!! I first started to write some scenes for this about one and a half years ago. This AU was the very first idea I had for this ship, and I am so happy that I could finally put it into words and publish it! It's a big comfort to me to write my own version of how Sukuna and Yuuji deal with their separation.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!