#*has successfully gotten his friend to shut the fuck up*

[shuosen]

gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

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[erenjaegerwifee]

Summers In Pandora 🌸 Day 6 - Choking

Paring: Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Summary: Aonung just loves you so much he can't wait.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, choking, rough sex, impatient Aonung, secret relationship.

Word Count: 1.2k

Index: Tsahik - Na'vi spiritual leader, marui pod - huts the Metkayina live in.

Disclaimer: All my chracters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable please don't read or interact with my post.

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“Hey y/n!” you heard someone shout for you, you spin around to see aonung running up to you, it instantly put a smile on your face, “oh, hey aonung whatsup?” he sported a smirk as he came to a stop in front of you, “Are you busy?” he asked gesturing to the basket on your hip.  

“No just have to take this for your mom then I’m done, why?” you smile as you walk towards Tsahik mauri pod. Aonung always had a way of sorting you out from other people, it always made your heart flutter, even when you had just arrived with your family, he was never mean to you. He taught you without the need to insult you like he did your other siblings, you never understood why until one night he expressed how much he wanted you, successfully had you laid out on your back until the next morning.  

Your relationship is not public, you family has no idea you’re under him any chance you get and neither does his, they have a feeling you like each other but it has never gone further than that. Aonung does however use you to tease your brothers when things get heated between them. Even if they are now friends, they still tend to fight a little more than you’d want for someone you liked so much.  

“Oh, nothing really I just, had the rest of the day I was hoping you would come out to the islands with me?” he smiles his charming smile at you. “Hm, I guess I could run away from a while...” you lead him on as you dropped of the basket and you both fan off. 

People have gotten used to seeing you both run wildly through the weaved paths, something about you just gravitated to him, you’ve not sure if it’s his tall stature or his muscular body, you have always found aonung extremely attractive. You told him you wanted to make a quick stop at your marui before you both left wanting to change into something more comfortable.  

You are the oldest Sully between your siblings being the same age as aonung at 20 years old. You were sort of mad when your parents had Neteyam but he quickly grew on you, they all did. Because you are an adult, you no longer live with the rest of your family, having your own marui now. You walk in and aonung follows you in, he shut your entrance flap behind him and immediately wrapped his arms around your slim figure. He buried his head in your neck kissing your skin, you always liked the way he dragged his fangs across your skin, “aonung stop, we can’t do this hear...” 

“Baby I spend every night here doing much worse than this to you” he chuckled as you melt into him letting him suck some fresh purple marks on your neck, “that’s different nung, everyone else is asleep at night” you giggle as his tongue tickled the stop.  

You try to walk away from him but he wrapped his palm around your throat keeping you close to his body. You gasp at the feeling, aonung has never done something like this to you but the way our body melted into him tilting your head back to hit his shoulder.  

You moan when his lips meet your neck again. His grip tightens as he runs his lips up to the base of your ear tugging on the earring he recently gave you. “Yea baby, but you like it regardless. And you’ll be quiet won’t you? Be a good girl yea?”  

His words make you shiver as you gave into him. The hand that wasn’t around your neck moved down your body to your hips squeezing the flesh before he moved it down to your covered cunt. Aonung’s finger circled your clit speeding up progressively. He made your loincloth wet with his actions. “Fuck yea, please don’t stop”  

“hmm wasn’t planning on it look at you cumming in your loincloth” he whispered in your ear. Your legs started to give out on you while you were coming and you leaned back on his body falling to the floor moaning. Aonung didn’t let you fall though, he held up for weight in his arms as he had you shiver. You’ve never been with a man who made you feel so good before it was surreal for you.  

He picked you up and walked you to your bed where he laid you on your back. Aonung untied your loincloth while you snuggled into you pillows looking up at him. He looked down at you with a smirk, “still want me to stop?” He asked as he untied your top tossing it to the side. Aonung face came down to your breast and kissed between them before tugging on your nipples with his fangs.  

Your body shivered as you felt him kiss down your body giving leaving light purple marks all over your skin. You tap his shoulder pulling his body above yourself and kissed him deeply. One of your hands drifted down his body feeling the rigid muscles under your finger tips. He was so build up and sexy, you couldn’t stop looking at him when you weren’t thinking about how good he fucks you most of the time. 

“No, no don’t stop baby” you said between kisses. You felt him smile on your lips which made your smile as you make out. Your hand made it down to the bulge in his loincloth and you squeezed his covered cock. One of aonung’s hands came up to your face holding your cheeks together as he progressively lost his composure. Even thought he is above you, it was always so hot to see him moan under your touch. It always made you feel so good when he told you that you’re the best he ever had.  

“Fuck y/n…take it off” he said in a strained voice that was also muffled on your lips. You licked  his lip getting access into his mouth and you both starting fighting for dominance. Your hands moved to untie his loincloth tossing it to the side and going right back down the stroke his cock. You broke the kiss to look down at it, it was always so pretty. “Such a pretty cock love, fuck me with it pleaseee” you begged him. “Fuck such good manners on you sweet thing” Aonung lined himself up to your cunt and thrusted into you harshly. He knew just how to make you cum so good every time. One of his hands came to your neck choking you down into the bed.  

Your head was spinning feeling his rough thrust and him choking you. His big hand wrapped she perfectly around your little throat it was so fucking hot. You could hardly breath feeling the way his cock pounded into your cunt. He was so close to making you cum on his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted as he pounded you.  

“Gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum baby!!” You screamed. Aonung smirked and fucked your harder making you gush in his cock and thighs. You scream his name pushing him over the edge cumming in your tight cunt. He let go of your throat bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on his finger prints that are now on your skin. You giggle as you feel him tickle your skin with light kissed and hug up around his neck as he whispers into your skin, “always do so good for me baby” 

You don’t think you’ll ever find a better man than Aonung.  

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[zeltqz]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. minors do not interact. reader catches ran in the middle of it... and gets nervous. kissing, flirting. you don't give ran your name and hes annoyed lmao

I need to pee. 

You think, looking around the crowded room for any entrance to the bathroom. The only thing in your field of vision are horny couples sloppily making out with each other; or drunk strangers using alcohol as a gateway for their problems. 

It’s a horrible sight, and you really need to fucking pee. Your friend is outside by the pool, currently cradling her crush, Shion Madarame—an idiot, you think. He’s clueless, talks way too much for someone who can’t even back up what he’s saying half the time. 

You find a lone staircase and decide to walk upstairs, praying that there’s a goddamn bathroom there. This party stinks. The only reason you’re here is because you wanted to try something new and your friend needed backup in case things went south with Shion. 

There’s a couple signs that you shouldn’t have gone inside that bathroom. For one; you tripped on the staircase up, successfully snapping the leg on one of your heels. 

Annoyed, you take off both heels and hold them in your hand, walking the rest of the distance up the stairs. 

As if that sign wasn’t enough, the fucking moans echoing throughout the hallway managed to not reach your ears. Either you were too irritated to care, or you genuinely didn’t notice. 

It didn’t matter. Because you opened the door anyway. 

The sight was something. 

Something you’d only see in porn. 

A girl with brown hair, currently bent over the sink; obnoxiously loud moans as a man ploughs her from behind. Your eyes land on her nails, scratching against the counter, veins popping out from just how hard she’s gripping it for all she’s worth—like it’s the last bit of control she has. 

Her mouth is wide open, eyes rolling back as she screams the name ‘ Ran ‘. So you put two and two together, the dude's name is Ran. 

Ran is fucking her at a lazy pace, he doesn’t seem to be putting much work in his thrusts, but they sounded just as powerful regardless. The sounds of skin on skin fills your ears and the room as if her moans weren’t enough. 

He’s got an iron grip on her hips, holding her down to make sure she takes his entire length every time he shoves it back inside her. 

This is so wrong. Why are you watching this? You don’t know how long you’ve been standing here—but due to the fact that they haven’t noticed your presence yet, means it couldn’t have been too long. 

As if the odds were against you, the girl notices the music blasting from downstairs had suddenly gotten louder. She tilts her face towards the door, only to gasp loudly when she sees you there, holding your broken heels in your hands and you watch the lewd display in front of you with wide eyes. 

Eyes are even wider now that you’ve been caught. 

“R-ran—slow down!” The girl uses all her energy to lift her hand up and grabs his hand, long white acrylic nails digging into his wrists to get him to stop. 

Ran thrusts a couple more times before coming to a stop. “What?” He pants, out of breath, removing a hand from her hips to fix his dishevelled hair in the mirror. It’s only then, that he notices there’s an uninvited guest in the room. 

The moment you meet his eyes in the mirror, your fight and flight then begins to kick into gear, frantically apologising to the both of them before slamming the door shut. 

“What the fuck?!” You can hear the girl shout from the bathroom, clearly embarrassed to be caught in such an embarrassing position. You don’t blame her, you would feel that exact same way if that was you in her shoes. “How long was she there for?”

“Don’t know, don’t really care.” He’s not lying, he would’ve continue fucking her even if you were watching. Maybe he just discovered a new kink. 

Either way, his hands are spreading her asscheeks apart again, sliding his cock up and down her slit before slipping it back inside with a low groan. 

The moans picked up again as you waited outside the bathroom, awkwardly shuffling in place while digging your toes into the carpet. 

How long are they going to take?

Just looking at the build of the boy—you’d forgotten his name already; brain automatically wiping out anything from the last 4 minutes—you could  just tell he had stamina for days. 

You then decide to ask a passerby, tugging on his sleeve to grab his attention. He looks down at you with a raised brow. 

“Are there any spare bathrooms here?” 

He shrugs and continues walking. 

Well that was a waste of time. Just talking to that stranger took so much energy out of you, that same energy could’ve been used for something more productive. 

Your only option is to:

Pee yourself and further give your brain more humiliation to cry over later in your bed. 

Wait god knows how long for those two to stop fucking each other. 

Go pee in a bush outside. 

Option C) didn’t seem so bad, after all, there’s most definitely someone puking out there. But no, you stuck with the safe option B), and only hope they finish quick enough. 

Around five minutes later, the door finally opened and the girl walks out, passing you without even acknowledging your existence. Maybe her brain did the same as yours, wiping out the event from her brain to avoid humiliation—or she doesn’t care enough about you to remember you. 

Either way, you didn’t care. The less people talk about it the better. 

You turn, ready to enter the bathroom, only to crash straight into the chest of him—the boy whose name you’d forgotten. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You awkwardly smile up at him, ready to dip inside the bathroom, but he holds an arm out, physically stopping you from entering. 

“Were you waiting here the whole time?” 

“Uh,yeah? I need to p—use the bathroom.” 

Ran looks like he’s about to say something, but one look down and he can see how desperate you are to pee from the way you're awkwardly shuffling about. Zipping his mouth shut, he steps aside and watches you run inside the bathroom, locking it shut. 

He says no more and heads back downstairs to join the rest of the people. 

By the time you come back out, you can see your friend playfully splashing about with Shion inside the pool. The water is changing colours from purple to pink with the LEDS and you can’t help but think how beautiful it is. 

You’d definitely hop inside if it weren’t for the fact you has no swimsuit, and the fact there’s like a million people in this house. 

If it’s one thing you hated the most, it was crowds of people. Why you were even here tonight is a surprise in itself. Maybe call it character development, trying to sneak out of your comfort zone. So far, things were going well—you hadn’t had a panic attack yet, or freaked out.

“[Nickname], over here!!” 

You spoke too soon. You can feel every single pair of eyes land on you when your friend screams your nickname, waving you over from the doorway to come further into the back yard. 

Now everyone knows your presence, and your nickname. 

Including Ran, who doesn’t take his eyes off you the entire time you pad your bare feet along the fake grass, heading over to the closest part of the pool where your friend was. 

“Meet Shion, he’s the guy I was telling you about.” She has her arms around his shoulders, keeping herself upright in the pool with him as her support. 

You know who he is. You just don’t care about him. “Hi.” You say, pressing your lips into an awkward smile. 

“Yo. [Nickname], right?” No shit. You take a moment, shoving your irritation down your throat before nodding your head. “Cool.” He says that, then pulls your friend further into the pool. 

Some water splashes on your clothes and you can’t help but groan, annoyed. 

“Oh! I wanted to tell you that we’re staying a bit longer.” Your friend swims back to the end of the pool, over to where you’re standing and holds herself upright as she wipes the water from her face. 

“But—” I want to go home. 

Your friend can hear your thoughts and frowns. “Pleaseeee, I’ll make this up to you. I’ll go see that shitty movie you like next weekend.”

“It’s not shitty, you just have horrible taste.” 

“Yeah, whatever. But please, just a little longer.” She pouts up at you, those stupid puppy dog eyes that domt even work, but you accept her offer anyway. 

“Fine.”

“Yay! I love you!” She squeals when Shion comes up from behind her, dragging her back inside the pool. 

More water splashes on you, you’re currently counting in your head all 10 ways you can kill Shion in this party without being caught. Once the pool clears, you could drown him, you could crush up apple seeds and sprinkle them inside his cup—a life hack you saw on WikiHow the other day; you could push him down the stairs—

A voice coming from next to you interrupts your train of thought. “It’s rude to glare at people, y’know?” It’s deep, smooth, and sultry; with a whimsical tone to completly catch you offguard. 

“I’m not glaring,” You frown as you glare daggers in Shion’s direction, currently sucking your best friend's face in a heated makeout session. 

Ran follows your trail of vision, meeting Shion in the middle of the pool, his hands hoisting your friend up as her legs wrap around his waist, her hands cupping his cheeks as she moans into his mouth. 

Have some decorum. You think, not even realising what your face is doing, how your face is scrunched up in disgust as you watch those two go at it. “I never understood the concept of PDA.” You say to the man next to you, not even knowing who you’re talking to because all your attention is on them inside the pool.

Ran, at first glance, didn’t think you had the guts to speak to him one-on-one. The way you choked up inside that bathroom and left the second he even met your gaze had him intrigued. So, it’s quite obvious, to him, that you have no clue that he’s even next to you—otherwise he’s certain there’s a 90% chance this conversation wouldn’t be happening.

So, he decides to entertain the situation. “Yeah? You don’t like PDA?” 

“Nope. I find it disgusting.”

“Why’s that?” Ran asks, dropping to a squat to feel the temperature of the water, wondering if it’s cold enough for him to enter.

You shrug, your eyes haven’t left the two of them the entire time. “For someone who hates PDA, you sure are staring hard, what, you got a kink for voyeurism, or somethin’?”

Voyeuri—Oh, god, no. You look down to where the stranger's voice was coming from, meeting the same eyes of the man from earlier inside the bathroom. A stupidly charamistic, yet annoying, smile on his face as he realises you finally notice who you’d been mindlessly talking to the entire time.

“I—uh—no?” You give him that same awkward smile and you’re so ready to  bolt back inside, go anywhere where he’s not there. But before you even had the chance, he grabs your wrist, tugging you back to him so fast you almost fall into the pool. 

But you don’t.

“Why’re you nervous? You were talking with me just fine a moment ago.” Ran states, taking his eyes off you to see the happy couple getting up and leaving the pool a bit too eagerly. Yeah, they’re definitely going upstairs to fuck. The poolside is completely empty now, with the both of you being the only exception. The lights outside, brightening up the garden start to dim. 

“Yeah, I guess I was.” You start to shuffle awkwardly again, unsure of what to say, what to do, under his intense gaze. He takes his eyes off you and looks ahead, examining the pretty garden. From the fences outside, he can see people start to drive off.

The party has ended.

“Come sit [Nickname].” Ran pats the spot on the ground next to him and you can’t deny him. Dropping to the floor and joining him with just your legs inside the pool. 

“Ugh, please don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing.” You groan and cover your face with your eyes. 

“Ain’t that your name, though?”

“Nope, just a stupid nickname my friend made.” You slump your shoulders and paddle your feet into the pool.

“So….., what’s your name?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You wrinkle your nose as you stare into the depths of the now purple coloured pool. Ran looks at you from the corner of his eye, wondering why your guard is so up around him. He doesn’t even know you. Maybe it stemmed from the awkwardness of catching him balls deep inside a girl not even an hour ago, or maybe he was just naturally intimidating.

“You go school here?” He questions.

“Yeah.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“So, I know your age, and you go to my school, yet you can’t even give me your name?” 

You finally look at him, fiddling with your heels in your hand, nodding your head. “Yup.” You watch the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile before a breezy chuckle leaves his lips, and you can’t help but notice how pretty he is. His hair is braided neatly, dropping down past his shoulders and as you follow the line of his braid, you come into contact with his bare chest—just now realising he’s shirtless.

The confidence you had just a second ago when you looked at him, now depetled down to a minus zero, unable to even look him in the face. He notices this and quickly uses a hand to cup your jaw to push your gaze back to his own. “Never seen a shirtless guy before?”

“No—well, yeah, but no—” Fuck, you’re stuttering again. You close your eyes to take deep breaths, in and out, around five times, before you face him again. “Can I go back inside now?”

“No.” He lets go of your face and leans back onto his hands. “Can you swim?”

“Yes—is this a questionnaire or something?”

He laughs again. “No, just tryna get you more comfortable, s’all.”

“I don’t need to get comfortable. I want to go home—”

“Tell me why you don’t like PDA. You’re genuinely like, the first person I met that doesn’t like it.” You blink up at him, a bit offended he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, but you get to thinking. Why don’t you like it? You simply think it’s unnecessary, doing sexual things like that in public. And you tell him just that.

“It’s fun, though. Don’t judge it till you try it.” When Ran closes his eyes, he pictures all the times he’s kissed girls in public spaces, remembers the sneaky handjob he’d gotten by a girl in the back of class, remembers the time he’d fuck a girl inside this very same pool—

Wait, a moment.

“I can show you what it's like—” You can feel him shift closer to you, just a little bit, his thigh brushing against your own. 

“I don’t really wanna try it.” You shove the heat between your legs away, throw it somewhere it’s not needed because the last thing you want to do, is fuck him inside this pool—or that’s what you think he’s insinuating.

“Scared you’re gonna get caught?” He teases and you shake your head so fast. 

“No! I dont—” Yeah, you are scared, but he doesn’t have to know that. “I’m not scared.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

Ran doesn’t need to say anything, instead, he taps his lips with his index finger. Just a single tap that tells you everything he’s thinking. You pause for a moment, before leaning to peck him on the lips, pulling away just as fast as you leaned in. 

“What was that?”

“A kiss.” 

Ran clicks his tongue before sliding into the pool. His height amazes you—his feet reaching the floor of the pool making it easy for him to stand up. You let him stand between your legs as he leans in closer, placing his hands on the ground next to you and tilts his head to softly press his lips against yours. 

The kiss was so gentle and you felt your fingers digging into your heels when he pulled away. “How was that?” He asks, looking into your eyes for the answer since your lips seemed frozen on the spot. 

“It was…fine.” You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the simple press of his lips against yours already had you mind blown, the fact if you thought hard enough, you could still feel his lips on yours. 

“Just fine?” He leans in closer, and you lean back. “Are you telling me the full truth?”

“Yeah?” 

You’re not. You both know it. 

Then, his lips are back on yours. Soft gentle presses but he subtly deepens it, tenderly sucking on your bottom lip. It has you closing your eyes and allowing him to kiss you further, though your lips are barely moving, just allowing him to kiss you as he pleases. Your fingers dig into the fabric of your heels, clutching them tight when you feel something long and wet graze your bottom lip. 

Ran removes his hands from the ground, one hand landing on your waist, the other gripping your chin lightly to lift your face higher. You could feel the stray hairs on his forehead brushing against your skin, tickling you. It makes you let out a breathy giggle and the second your mouth opens, his tongue follows suit, licking the inside of your mouth sensually. 

You make a strangled noise and drop your heels into the water to grab at his hand on your face. The wet splash from your heels hitting the water makes you both break away to look down. Ran retrieves the heels and is about to put it on the ground next to you before he notices the broken heel. 

“Why wear heels if you can’t walk in them?” He laughs when you scowl at him and try to grab them from him, but he’s faster, lifting a hand up too high for you to reach while sitting down. 

“I can walk, dumbass. I just tripped.” You try to grab them from him, catching him off guard as you hold the other end of the heel. His grip is strong when you try to forcefully rip it from his hands, but he tugs it towards him with 0 effort but it was strong enough to have you falling forward, straight into the pool.

Ran laughs when you emerge from the water, coughing and spluttering with water all over your clothes. “What the fuck, Ran!” 

“Oh! She swears.” He grins when you push at his chest with what he thinks is supposed to be a punch, but he never even felt it.

“You’re so annoying, dragging me into the pool like that. What if I couldn’t swim?”

Although Ran knows you’re being serious, he can’t take you seriously with that cute annoyed look on your face. “I know mouth to mouth.” He states shrugging his shoulders and you scoff. 

You choose to forget about your heel in his hand and begin to head towards the ledge of the pool to jump out, but his hands are faster, dropping the heel into the water before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you back inside.

“Where you think you’re going? We were having fun.”

“You were having fun. I was getting bullied. Now lemme go!” You try to wriggle out from his grip, the uncomfortable feeling of your wet shirt and pants digging into your skin. Gross.

“No, we were having fun.” He states and you finally stop squirming around, allowing more water to splash on your clothes. “Are these uncomfortable?” He’s pinching at your wet shirt, tugging it a couple times to get your attention.

You wipe the water from your face before you look down at your arm where he’s tugging and nod your head. A part of you feels like you shouldn’t have said that, because the smirk that grew on his face makes you scream danger.

“Can I take it off you then?” 

No, of course you can’t. You want to say, but the way his arms slide down from your waist to grip onto your hips + lower back has you shivering. One hand slides up to your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck up to look into his purple eyes. 

“Well?”

“O-okay.” You watch as he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it lighty before he’s lifting the wet shirt over your body.

“Arms up, baby.” 

You obey, lifting your arms up and allowing him to slip them through, before he’s tossing the cloth on the ledge of the pool. You cringe as you watch him barely make the shot, the sleeve of your shirt still touching the pool water.

“Ran, you—” Before you can even complain, he’s moving your face away from your clothes and pressing his lips down to yours. You hum when he groans against your lips, moving your arms to his shoulders for better placement.

He breaks the kiss to change angles, shifting your face to the other direction with his nose before he’s kissing you again, allowing his lips to suck on your bottom one. His hands run down your sides, holding your waist as he licks away the waterdroplets from your lips.

You hold him so close to you as you feel his hands squeeze at your hips, tugging you so your chest is touching his own, not even an ounce of space between you two.

This is so unlike you. You’re never one to be half naked inside a pool, kissing a guy you don’t even know the last name of. But it made you feel so good, the way he kisses you like he’s wanted you for years, the way he runs his hands down your body like he’s appreciating you, the way he grips your asscheeks through your wet soiled leggings like he owns you.

He breaks the kiss to look down at you, his forehead pressed against your own and you can’t help but keep staring at his lips, desperate for his attention once more. “How was that?” He asks.

“Good.”

“Yeah? Just good.” When you don’t stop staring at his lips, he lifts a finger to your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “I think it was more than just good.”

Oh this cocky shit. The smirk on his face is practically waiting for you to drown him in praise. Not gonna happen. 

“I think it was just good.”

He sighs, moving towards to sit on the ledge of the pool. “You’re a tough one to crack. Most girls fall in love with me instantly after I kiss them like that.”

“You’re so fucking cocky.” Despite your words, you find yourself moving closer to him, resting your arms beside him on the ledge of the pool, not really ready to jump out of the pool yet.

“You like it though.” 

You can’t help the eyeroll you give him as you hear him laugh spitefully. “You’re so ridiculous, I don’t even know why I’m entertaining you.” You brace your arms up to jump out but as if he could sense your next move, he’s dragging you towards him before you even get the chance to.

He pulls you between his legs where he’s sat and locks you in so you can’t escape. He scans over your face with his eyes, like he’s forcing his brain to remember every detail of your face, every curve of your eyelash to shove into the back of his mind for later. He drops his voice even lower before he repeats, “But you like it though.”

And fuck—he’s so right. Despite the longing urge you crave deep down to stuff his face underwater till he drowns, you find yourself gravitating towards his strangely odd addictive personality, wanting to get to know him better. That’s why you decide to throw away your morals, gripping the back of his neck before you’re pulling his head down to meet your lips in another kiss.

Ran’s surprised at first, not expecting you to be the one initiating anything. He will admit at first he was interested in you, wanting to see where your head was at with things, the thought of fucking you not even on his mind. But the more you spoke, the more he found himself wanting to get rid of that shy awkward side of you, wanting to see you more comfortable around him.

And boy, was that fast. 

You tap on his thigh with your spare hand, urging him to come further inside the pool. He understood the memo, sliding down from the ledge till he’s standing tall above you. The new angle has you straining your neck just to deepen the kiss, a soft groan leaving your lips when you feel him pull your leggings down, exposing your ass to the cold-now-cool water now that your body has adapted to the temperature. 

From across the pool, just sitting by the ledge of the pool, your phone  vibrates. 

You open an eye and peek over at your phone screen flashing on and off with each notification, then pull away from the kiss. 

Ran’s about to grab you, his hand just missing your own as you make your way over to the ledge, drying your hands on your half soaked shirt before turning on your phone and reading your messages.

You flinch when you feel two strong hands on your shoulders and you don’t need to look behind you to know who it is. “What’s wrong?” He asks, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder blade as he presses kisses on your skin.

“Just my friend. She said she’s leaving.” You say and with a click of a button you’re turning your phone back off. “Well, this was fun….what’s your name again?”

The look he gives you makes you laugh before you jump outta the pool, bending to pick up your shirt to wringe it. “You really forgot my name?”

“Yup!” Once enough water has left your shirt semi-dry but comfortable enough to wear, you put it on. “I’ll maybe see you around.” No promises, you think, ashamed of your behaviour tonight.

“Wait, I don’t even have your name—” His plea goes through deaf ears as you’re already sprinting towards the door and disappearing through the house. 

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saved by the bell (chapter 2) | fushiguro toji x reader

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summary: fushiguro toji never makes first moves--until he happens to meet the teacher of the son he hasn't seen in years.

strangers -> fwb -> lovers

takes place in 2006 around the star plasma vessel/hidden inventory/premature death arc; megumi is a first grader

about reader: female, around 30 or older, teacher, has a soft spot for megumi, speaks kind of formally, has daddy issues + abandonment issues

warnings: eventual smut, cursing, alcohol, smoking, daddy issues, abandonment issues, mention of child abuse/trauma, toji is initially kind of an ass, spoilers for the season 2 arc mentioned above

"Don't get how a puny thing like him can burn through a gallon in a week," he'd complained, watching the infant chug his bottle eagerly in his lap. "Damn FamilyMart workers are starting to know my name."

His friend turned back to face him, looking inside from the balcony as he took a drag from his cigarette and adjusted his tie.

"If you want him to look anything like you by the time you sell him off, you better get used to it," his friend advised. "Probably the cheapest source of protein out there."

Finally, the little boy lifted his mouth from the bottle, but only to let out sharp wails. At this, the man's friend put down his cigarette and came back inside.

"Not like they'll give me any extra money for it," the man grumbled, handing his son awkwardly to his friend. "He'll be strong enough. And fuck if I help the Zenin clan more than I need to."

Patting the baby's back gently, his friend made a suggestion: "You could always keep him. Learn how to raise him yourself. Spite 'em that way."

The man didn't appear to be listening, already having shifted his attention to the glitchy TV he'd gotten off the street and sinking into his cracked leather couch. Sighing, his friend laid down the now quiet baby beside him and headed towards the balcony to continue where he left off, his suggestion met only with the sound of footsteps as he was followed out.

"They'll make sure he's strong," the man guaranteed, taking a cigarette from his friend's pack. Once he'd successfully flicked the lighter at the end, he continued: "Probably gonna breastfeed him till age fuckin' eight."

And though he was met with no contest from his friend, he went on, with a breath of nicotine concluding, "'Just not something I'm made to provide."

***

Tossing the cap behind himself, he took a long swig straight from the jug.

He slammed the refrigerator door shut and leaned back against the counter, but--thanks to the lack of distance between everything in his cramped unit--this move forced him to meet the reflection of himself in the glass of the balcony door.

His friend seemed to have been right all those years ago. The incorporation of milk into his diet gave the man a body that he was, for the most part, proud of--mountainous biceps, chiseled abs, bulging pecs; the works. The only thing that irked him about his appearance, though, was his face--that scar, that fucking scar.

He vaguely remembered hearing somewhere else that protein was good for building tissue, which was a claim sufficiently evidenced by his body--from the neck down, that is. So it was both confusing and disappointing when he'd wake up in the middle of the night to take a piss and that nasty mark of his past would be the first thing he saw in his dirty mirror. Still, not really knowing what else to do about it, he took another sip and tried focusing his attention through the glass door rather than on it. In doing this, his eyes found refuge on the polka-dot umbrella he'd left out to dry.

It had been a little over a week since that night at the bar. It was still quite rainy here and there, so he found himself still using the item almost every night. It's not nearly as romantic as it sounds, though--at least not for you. He had mostly been using it to escort other women home.

To be fair, he had some self awareness. He felt worse every time he saw your name and number whenever he opened it for someone other than himself. But what was he supposed to do, return it? You hadn't been back at that bar since. Not that he was really checking he just figured if he was going to go out to do his nightly ritual, he might as well do it at that same joint. You know, in case you wanted your umbrella back.

And before you ask, no, he couldn't call you. He almost never, ever called first; it went against his morals, if you can even refer to them as that.

Again, he had some self-awareness. He knew he was kind of a piece of shit, so much so that even through the gray clouds and even among the 8-billion-some-odd people on His earth, he supposed God recognized him as such. So, just like how God decided whether or not the boats he bet on would get him out of this apartment, he assumed God also decided which women ended up in his web, and which would come back for a second night. By this logic, so long as he didn't make too many overt first moves, all broken hearts could simply be attributed to and excused by fate. It was a sort of heavenly restriction, if you will; he would sacrifice his initiative for the ability to keep being an absolute fucking asshole.

His sacrifices also included curiosity, he tried reminding himself; if he was meant to know something, then he would just know it already--so there was no point in wondering about you or, by association, his... that little boy.

Yes, there was no point in wondering how he managed to look that much like him, or where he got the balls to just follow curses around whenever he pleased, or why his name was Fushiguro, and not Zenin

Or, for that matter... fuck, what was his first name?

He headed towards the couch and took a seat, jug still in hand.

Shit. I don't even remember what it started with...

Forcing out a low laugh at this realization, he fished for the TV remote in between the cracked cushions.

Whatever.

He flicked through the channels with occasional sips from his drink, letting clips of people talking, singing, and laughing play no longer than a second before he cut them off with the press of a button. He kept spamming it, tapping and tapping, faster and faster, sounds merging together until:

Wasn't it an M...?

Placing the milk jug down on the dusty coffee table, he stared at the characters on the remote's number pad, his attention focused on a singular key in particular.

Fuck.

Putting the remote down beside him, he rubbed his eyes in distress, trying to massage the thought out of his head.

Goddammit...

He cursed His name, but as he used his arms to push himself up off his imprinted spot on the couch, hoped that God would forgive him just this once.

Hastily, he headed towards the balcony door and shoved the stubborn thing open. Snatching the umbrella with one hand, he punched in your number with the other, a firmness in his thumb. As soon as the phone rang with his outgoing call, though, whatever resolution that was just occupying his body had completely vanished. By the second ring, he was tapping impatiently on the rusty railing. By the third, he was trying to steady himself against it, which only resulted in a concerning creak. By the fourth, he'd headed back inside out of fear that he'd drop his outdated device, something that he couldn't afford. The fifth ring had his thumb just millimeters shy of the red button on his keypad, getting dangerously close due to his trembling, but then:

"Hello, this is Miss L/N speaking."

He exhaled after what felt like an eternity of holding his breath. As his lungs regained their rhythm, he felt his shoulders melt back down into relaxation, and soon, a smirk found itself creeping onto his lips. "Jesus--you really do talk like a princess."

"Um... I'm sorry, could I ask who this is?"

Still smirking, he took another deep breath and spoke up: "Think you left your glass slipper with me at the bar the other night," he started, absentmindedly studying the item. "But you made my job a lot easier by putting your number on it, Miss L/N Y/N."

There was a short pause, but then she realized: "O-oh! It's you--Oh my God, um... Hello..."

He chuckled lightly at her stuttered response. "It's me."

"So," he began again, "What are you doing tonight?"

For a while, nothing came through the speaker. He bit his cheek.

When she finally did speak, her tone was lowered: "I can't stay out late. It's a school night."

He placed the umbrella on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch, putting his free arm over the back.

"Won't take that long to return an umbrella," he pointed out. "Didn't realize you had something else in mind."

"N-no, that's fine, you can just--"

"I'm just pulling your leg," he interrupted. "How about now--what're you up to right now?"

That came out a little more eager than he meant for it to be. In an attempt to fill the awkward silence, he grabbed the milk jug from the coffee table and resumed his drink, gulping as he held the microphone away from his mouth.

"I'm out running errands."

"Where?"

Slamming his drink down--again, a little too eagerly--he reached for the remote and switched off the TV.

"Um..."

The hesitation was discouraging at first, but as her microphone betrayed her, it would seem that the aforementioned God was on his side today. In the background, he heard the familiar chime that indicated someone had come through the automatic door.

"Which FamilyMart is that?"

This time, there was surprisingly little hesitation: "...the one by the station."

And with that, he finished off the last few ounces left in the container and tossed the empty jug on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Don't move," he instructed, grabbing the umbrella with one hand and pulling the phone from his ear with the other. Bringing his thumb back to that red button, this time with returned unwavering confidence, he finished, "See you there, princess."

***

The door chimed welcomingly as it automatically slid open, causing you to whip your head around in anticipation. To both your disappointment and relief, it was just a gaggle of teens looking for some after school snacks.

As you turned your head back to your shopping, your eyes caught on to something right next to the entrance: a bin of umbrellas, for only a couple hundred yen each. You sighed as you took your eyes off the salt in your wound. Your mother had taught you well enough to know how bad this was: a stranger knowing your name, number, and current location. So, really, the too-late sight of an alternative was just unnecessary on God's part.

But then again, as much as you didn't love the pattern she'd chosen, it would've been cruel to replace a gift from your mother. She also always said herself to pick public spaces for first dates and, given that the local high school usually wrapped up clubs around this time, more than enough people were coming in by the second. Just now, for example, a young couple walked in holding hands in their uniforms.

And this wasn't even anywhere near a first date anyway; he was just coming to give you your umbrella, that's all. But, also... Even if he were to stick around for, say, a cordial conversation about the weather, and, hypothetically, he did so long enough that it would only be polite to ask for his name... Well, you always did preach both manners and curiosity to your students.

Deciding that you'd overthought enough, you tried to direct that curiosity to the crackers, chips, and cookies in front of you. You scanned over the rainbow of packaging, searching for something that looked both appealing and healthy. Nothing in particular jumped out at you until you looked to the top shelf, focused on a specific bag. At first, you couldn't tell why you recognized it, especially considering you couldn't see all of it due to its height, but then you realized: Megumi's brought that one to lunch before...

The shelf was well over your head, but it seemed like the only employee around--the cashier--had gone to the bathroom, so you reached your arm up as best as you could. The bag brushed your fingers, which only pushed it farther back, so you had to employ the help of your tippy toes. You could feel it just within reach of your fingertips, as the crease in your flats dug into your feet.

C'mon, just a little closer...

"Need a hand?"

Suddenly, a muscular arm emerged from behind you, reaching over you and grabbing the bag with ease.

Planting your heels back down on the floor, you spun around and smoothed out your pencil skirt, only to look up and find him--him and his scarred face--startlingly close to you.

"Thanks..." you obliged, trying to look away as you gently took the bag of sweet potato chips from his hand.

Even after you had placed the product in your basket, he didn't back up, so it was almost hard to see his entire body. But, you were still able to recognize he was wearing the same thing as when you saw him for the very first time: a black short-sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants.

As you had learned to make note of in your students, wearing repeated outfits that didn't fit the season or didn't fit the wearer was typically an indicator of a low-income background. In this case, it wasn't so much that the clothes were ill-fitting... it was just that the waistband of his pants were hanging loosely, dangerously low on hips, and his shirt was.... Tight. Very tight. And thin, which was interesting considering the chilly breeze that came through the door with every customer. Along with that, you were feeling the air from the heavy exhales of his nose.

"My eyes are up here, Miss."

You didn't realize how long you'd been watching his chest rise and fall rather quickly.

"Sorry," you corrected shyly. "You didn't rush to come here, did you?"

He shrugged. "Said you couldn't stay out late. Wouldn't wanna keep you from your royal duties."

"Oh, I see... Well, I didn't mean to hurry you. You could've at least put on a coat."

He looked down to where his compression shirt hugged the grooves of his abs. "Didn't realize there was a dress code, Miss," he teased. "Am I being indecent?'

"I-It's not that," you stuttered. "It's still cold out, you know."

"Cold? It's spring."

"Yes, but you could still get sick. Especially if it rains. You know the saying, 'In like a lion, out like a lamb'?"

"With all due respect, Miss, I'm not fucking stupid."

As soon as the profanity left his mouth, he winced at his own words. He was hoping to keep up his gentleman facade a little longer, but he supposed couldn't hide his true nature forever. Taking off the wrist strap of your umbrella, he began preparing to never see you again.

But then you spoke, surprisingly calmly: "I never said you were. But you never know. People aren't born knowing everything, are they?"

He froze in his place, thinking about your words--about how they didn't hold even a hint of anger or hurt in them. He couldn't tell if that made him feel more or less guilty.

Hearing his silence and seeing the solemn expression on his face, you felt the need to apologize for your preaching: "Sorry... I guess I'm still in teacher-mode. I swear, it's what being in this uniform does to me."

Suddenly, he smiled, and his eyes were almost soft as they looked down at you and your dainty button-up. "It's alright," he rasped. His pupils definitely darkened, though, as they drifted lower, down to your form-fitting pencil skirt and your pantyhose-clad thighs. "Yeah, no, it's... it's fine."

Feeling you remove the umbrella from his hands, he snapped out of his gaze on your body as you spoke again: "Thank you for coming all this way to return it. I wasn't really expecting you to."

Cockily, he put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, well, I just happened to run out of milk, so you can thank God for that. I mean, I'm a busy man, you know? Part of why I rushed here."

You laughed. "Physical therapy, was it?"

He paused for a second, almost as if he forgot what he did for work, but resumed the banter soon enough. "Right, yeah. Got appointments left and right. Seriously, I mean, you should consider yourself lucky."

"Well, I appreciate you squeezing me in."

"I'll let it slide just this once, princess, but you'll have to pay a fee next time."

Your stomach fluttered at the prospect of seeing him again, but you still tried to hold your guard up around the near-stranger. "Next time...?" you questioned.

"Yeah. Next time you need physical therapy."

You laughed nervously. "I don't think I... understand..."

"C'mon, Miss. You're smarter than that."

You blushed, putting together that he probably wasn't talking about yoga balls.

"I'm flattered, but... we've only just met, haven't we?" you argued, though unsure if it was to him or yourself.

He shrugged again. "Don't usually meet my clients before I meet with 'em."

You were given an opportunity to turn away when you heard the door chime again. A young man and woman had come in to shamelessly ask for where the condoms were, though they weren't holding hands. And despite it being only around 5 p.m., they were obviously somewhat inebriated, which brought up a good point--you two had met before, and you'd done so at a bar, where it was common for such shallow appointments to be made. In context, it was a little less weird when you thought of it as him picking up where he left off, underneath that bar awning.

Still, you looked down instead of back at him, imagining how he probably did this often. "I don't see why you can't just find another one, then."

He sighed through his nose and shoved his hands in his pockets. For a second, you thought you'd said something wrong--he looked uneasy, dreadful almost. But just as quick, he combed his hair back and painted a charming smile across his face.

"Yeah, I guess so," he pretended to consider. "But I noticed something about you." He crossed his arms, showing off his veiny forearms.

"When you were walkin' away from me that night, you had this... sway in your hips." He looked you up and down, squinting his hooded gray eyes.

"Could sense an underlying condition, beneath that little dress of yours." His tongue peeked out of his pale lips, teasing the scar at the corner.

"Just sayin', in my professional opinion, something oughta be done about that."

You let out a shaky breath, staring up at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink. He certainly did have some expert words to say. Meanwhile, your teeth had a deathly grip on your bottom lip, so you couldn't come up with even a single consonant to respond with. Figuring that you weren't going to respond any time soon, he began to back off.

"I should probably get going," he told you, "but don't be a stranger, yeah? Ain't got a business card or anything but my number should be in your Recents."

Even as he walked away, you couldn't say anything, and the only movement made by you came from your lip managing to escape your painful bite. All you could find in yourself to do was watch, mouth agape, as he made his way to the fridges at the end of the aisle, not even realizing you didn't yet have a name for his contact.

As he grabbed the cold handle of the refrigerator door, he could see his now frowning reflection in the glass.

He was probably going to beat himself up later over all the creepy and corny things he'd let himself utter to you, but right now, he didn't think about that; he was just glad the conversation was over. Making a number of first moves and doing so in a FamilyMart snack aisle before it was even dark out--he couldn't even focus on why he'd come here in the first place. Whatever he was trying to do-which he himself wasn't even exactly sure of-it was stupid. He felt like a fish out of water, and all he wanted to do was jump out of his skin and drown himself in the current, never daring to swim against divine intervention again.

But as if he didn't regret coming here enough, he recognized another familiar face as he moved toward the registers.

"Ah, Fushiguro!" the elderly woman would always greet. "Just milk again, Fushiguro? That's good. Lots of protein. Helps build tissue. Huh? What's that, Fushiguro? You want a pack of Marlboros? Oh, you're just like my son, Fushiguro..."

He tsked. He always hated how that old hag managed to fit his name in at the end of every other sentence, loud enough for her half-deaf ears--along with the entire store--to hear. And of course, just his luck, she lived another day to work this specific shift.

He put the milk jug back as quickly as he could and searched for the most inconspicuous route to the exit. Of course, that just happened to be through the aisle you were still in. With little time to think, he swallowed his pride. Making his way over and brushing past you, he mumbled something about having forgotten his wallet as he briskly made his way to the door.

"Wait!" you called. Head darting between the milk fridge and the back of his figure, you moved quickly after him.

Frantically tossing bills at the cashier on your way out, you bolted out of the store, this time darting your head left and right as you searched desperately among the sea of other dark-haired pedestrians. You were considering giving up as you began to get dizzy, but then you saw him--the only tall, muscular figure outfitted in a T-shirt in this weather. You continued to run after him and, thankfully--since you opted for flats over heels today--you were able to catch up with him before the pedestrian light turned red again. He was already halfway through the crossing, but he stopped in the middle of the road, eyes widened in shock as you were bent over, leaning on your knee as you panted and held the jug of milk up towards him.

Realizing that you'd bought it for him, he took it from your hand and awkwardly obliged: "...Thanks."

You were able to stand up straight now, but your breathing was still somewhat labored as you spoke: "At least... let me know... your name..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't even know what his own name was.

"You know mine," you reminded him, impatiently putting a hand on your hip. "It's only fair."

His face was grave, but his eyes were narrow as they jumped everywhere around you: at the passing taxis and vans, at the salarymen flocking from their building, at the park fenced in. It seemed he found his name somewhere, but it wasn't as comically artificial as you might think: "It's Zenin. Zenin Toji."

"Zenin?" you confirmed.

"Yeah," he replied, swallowing away the dryness in his throat. "But what do you say we skip the formalities? Just call me Toji."

"Oh, um. Okay, then. Toji," you repeated, testing it out on your tongue.

A loud honk brought the two of you back to the reality of where you were, prompting you to finish crossing the street. Now back on the curb, you turned to him again.

"Um, Toji," you spoke, still getting used to the syllables.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"I, um... I want to make it clear I'm not looking to do anything tonight," you enforced, projecting as much as you could muster. "But I have one more thing to take care of, if you'd like to come along."

You had your eyes focused on the tips of your flats, so if he was in disapproval-which you assumed from his silence-he didn't need to do much with his expression to hide it. But eventually, you heard his voice, relenting with an exhale that could've been interpreted as both disappointed and relieved: "Sure."

And so, silently, he followed behind you as you traversed the city, inferring it was a path you traveled often as you didn't stop your pace once to look at a map or even the street signs.

It wasn't far from where you'd started; a few corners later, the two of you were in a residential area that he didn't recognize, although the shady alleys between dingy apartment buildings weren't much different from where he lived. He knew teaching didn't pay much, but he was still surprised that you brought him here.

"Just wait here a moment," you told him, and he did as you knocked on the nearby door with the small bag of groceries in your other hand. He waited patiently and, watching you do the same in front of the grimy door, he considered the possibility that you two weren't so different after all.

But then the door opened, and you said something, and you were only a couple feet away so he heard, but it was as if all of a sudden there were miles between you two.

"Hi!" you'd chirped. "Is Megumi home?"

Everything else faded into muffles. He watched, paralyzed, as you handed over your groceries to a young brown-haired girl who looked vaguely--uncomfortably--familiar, but he didn't process a single thing either of you said. All he could hear was that M-word ringing throughout his head.

Meanwhile, you continued to converse in front of the drab doorway, telling the girl that you had to get going because you had some business to attend to, unconsciously pointing your thumb in the direction of where you had left Toji. You bid farewell to her with a smile and turned to where you were just pointing but, immediately, your smile dropped, as did your eyes to the corner on the pavement where he'd just stood-as if you'd find him there, hidden among the weeds sprouting from the cracks in the sidewalk. But, no-it would seem that the man named Toji was already long gone.

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[tinsnip]

Extremely nsfw fic snippet as I work along on Rivals with Benefits - Miles and Phoenix finding themselves, finally, in Miles's bed.

It's maybe… not the best blowjob he's ever gotten. It's a bit weird - Edgeworth's been an amazing fuck so far in all the stupid little situations they've put themselves in so far, but now… hmm. Not a bad blowjob. Not exactly. Blowjobs are like pizza: even when they aren't great, they're still pretty good. But maybe… Edgeworth doesn't do this all that often? Or something? Because he keeps starting and stopping, and huffing irritated little sighs at himself, and it's kind of hard for Phoenix to focus on the blowjob when he keeps wanting to tell Edgeworth to relax. It takes him out of the brainspace that he had never previously realized blowjobs required. So now he's lying there having Edgeworth do things to his genitals and he is sort of feeling like maybe he should go somewhere else to give Edgeworth some privacy. Oh for fuck's sake— It feels weird to do it, like Edgeworth's gonna yell at him, but it's his dick right? Right. So he looks down at Edgeworth and— Oh. Oh, of course that's the reason. Fucking Edgeworth is having difficulty giving a blowjob because his stupid hair keeps getting in his face, because of course that's why. Fucking idiot. So Phoenix reaches down and pulls his bangs up out of his face— —and Edgeworth looks up at him— —and holy fuck, suddenly that's Edgeworth with Phoenix's dick in his mouth and Phoenix's hand in his hair and his eyes are - not mad, not sad, not happy, maybe a little irritated but that's honestly just Edgeworth's baseline, and it's just him, just him looking at Phoenix, just Miles looking at Phoenix, Miles his rival, Miles his friend, Miles in the dark in Miles's apartment with Phoenix in his bed and Phoenix's dick in his mouth— Miles splutters a little but mostly deals fine with what immediately follows, which is good, because Phoenix most absolutely does not have the bandwidth to congratulate Miles on successfully concluding a fucking blowjob, he's too busy being kicked in the brain by his own balls to do anything other than twitch in Miles's bed and yell about it, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fucking fuck— "Shh! Shh!" "Oh, Christ… oh, God, I… oh my God, Miles… fuu—" "Shut up! For God's sake, Wright, this is an apartment building!" That stops him, and then he immediately gets the giggles, because of fucking course he does, of course he's just had Miles Edgeworth suck him off and is therefore going to crack up in Miles Edgeworth's bed and snicker and try to be quiet while Miles keeps shushing him and he is going to fucking run out of oxygen and die, he is going to smother himself with a pillow if Miles doesn't do it first, but oh my God— "'This'— ah ha ha, fucking 'this is an apaaartment building'—" "Wright—" But Miles is snickering too now and also, which is funnier, trying not to, so he kind of snorts and makes a weird noise and that's really funny, and now he's pressing his face into Phoenix's thigh and wheezing against his skin while Phoenix muffles his own stupid screeching laugh with his arm, practically biting his own bicep to shut himself the fuck up so they don't wake the neighbours.

[sanchoi21]

Smoking Out Your Worries

Toji Zenin x Reader

Warning: Mentions of chain smoking, sex, beautiful Toji when he smokes and more. Art not mine, credit goes to the artist.

You smoked your thoughts away as the night city shimmered below you. You enjoyed the city view while drinking your regular black coffee and enjoying the cigar which had become your friend over the years. Sitting in your apartment balcony at evenings like this when you were tired from the long day of work was your solace. It was really tiring how people around you were always pretentious and instead of helping they did their best to ruin your already ruined mood, though by now you had gotten quite used to it. It was tough working in a good company that paus you well, it indeed came with it's own flaws after all.

As you kept smoking cigars after cigars, still none of them calming your disturbed mind, you heard the door lock clicking signalling the arrival of your boyfriend. Today you didn't bother to hide your cigar from him. He didn't liked you smoking, he was well aware of the health hazards that it caused and he simply didn't want you to get caught up in anything as such.

Toji sighed heavily as the smoke hit his nostrils. His eyes shut tight in disgust as he couldn't stand the smell. Toji never liked smoking. He was the only one of your high school friends who never smoked or drinked for that matter. He would always say, " Why to invite hospital if I can avoid it as well as the bills?" But in truth he just didn't like the taste of both, making him hate it even more.

Toji put his belonging on the table and made his way towards the balcony where you were still staring mindlessly outside the window as if you weren't in this four walls of the place you called home because of Toji. Toji swiftly removed the cigar from your lips and placed it on his. You stared at him wide eyed because he would never do that.

He inhaled deeply and puffed out the smoke as if he had done it many times. You were enthralled, as smoke escaped his pretty pink lips making them foggy for your vision. He looked even more hotter with the lit cigar in his slender fingers as he efficiently finished it off, waving it in front of you and finally crushing it on the ash tray.

Before you could register anything, he pulled you into a steamy kiss. His lips tasted of coffee and cigar that he just elegantly smoked in front of you. You were so lost in the feeling, that for a few solid seconds you forgot to kiss him back, simply enjoying the way his lips moulded onto yours perfectly claiming you as his own. He soon pulled away leaving you yearning for more.

Toji: There, I finished it. I did something I never would, only for you.

Y/n: Toji... You know, that was so damn hot of you....

Toji: Haha.. Got you dumb over me again ha?? Can you now do one thing for me doll???

Y/n: Y-yeah what do you need??

Toji: Quit smoking.. I don't want you to have any disorders because of it. You and I both know that it kills. Can't you do this small thing for me, please??

Y/n: F-fine I'll t-try..

Toji: If you ever feel like smoking again, come to me, I'll kiss you till you forget the existence of smoke in your life.

Y/n: W-w-what???

Your face flushed red as you blankly stared at him. Which earned a hearty chuckle from him. Toni thought to himself that maybe his cock wasn't the only thing that made you this dumb after all.

After that incident everytime you felt tired and wanted to smoke, you would find yourself heading towards Toji where you both somehow always ended up fucking each other the entire night after that. And just like he promised, he would always successfully remove the thoughts of smoking from your head. Only the touch of his lips onto yours was enough for that, fucking was just an after effect of the spark that he ignited in you. You found yourself going to him even though you didn't thought of smoking anymore, it was just a pretense to be more close to him every passing moment.

Soon enough you had completely stopped smoking, which Toji noticed first before you did. He would always smile to himself knowing full well that all your late night visits to his room was just a mere act to have him all to yourself and he would give you exactly that.

I guess only Toji can fix me and my issues. 😖😫

[tobiasdrake]

THE FINAL HANGOUT for Desuhiko. I. Think. I've gotten all of the Baubles up to this point. Going into this chapter, every character has one Bauble left to find for one last chill-sesh with them. The way that lines up looks deliberate.

Like, if this is the final chapter, it makes sense that everyone's last bauble to close out their Gumshoe Gab would be located here.

Oh god, are we breaking up?

You're literally the only character who has shipping tags pop up in the tag list when I go to type your name at the end of the post. Not even Kurumi. So if this is what it sounds like then you're about to break the hearts of approximately 100% of the game's audience.

Yuma has the patience of a saint. Imagine spending an hour hanging out on an empty rooftop with nothing to do but get rained on, while your only companion (who asked you to come here) is evasively trying not to talk to you.

I would have excused myself and bailed after like five minutes.

This conversation is coded as hell. No wonder Desuhiko's the only character with algorithm-prioritized shipping tags. He's gotten closer to a love confession in this brief conversation than Kurumi has in hours of hanging out with Yuma and constantly refuting that she's his girlfriend, anime-style.

This is purposeful ship bait. The game's made clear that Yuma/Kurumi is its OTP. It refuses to shut up about it even though it's moving that subplot along at a snail's pace. But the coding in this conversation is clearly meant to throw a bone to the shippers.

100% "If you get it, you get it. But if you don't then Desuhiko's just being a silly-billy by how seriously he's taking this." A paper-thin subtext with just enough deniability.

And judging by the hashtags, people have absolutely taken the game up on its offer. In fairness, reading into things like this is what you have to do to squeeze even an ounce of same-sex romance out of most IPs. Writers will ship-tease until the cows come home but balk at giving us openly gay/bi characters.

At least we got our cool enby Halara. As long as Kodaka doesn't lose the fucking script in the final chapter and sticks the landing for them, Halara will easily be the best LGBT character he's ever written. (Not that the competition makes that difficult or anything.)

Trust Yuma to be utterly oblivious to the subtext here. It's a long-established character trait that he struggles with understanding people when their behavior doesn't match his standards of normalcy. As is typical of Kodaka's protags, he is aggressively the Straight Man.

The musical equivalent of saying, "No, I will not go out with you, but I would like to be friends instead."

Desuhiko is not taking rejection well. But at least he's not doing that thing some people do, where they'll let someone go on tour with them as a fan while utterly convinced that, if he gives it some time, Yuma will come around and realize that joining the band really is what he wants for his life.

Desuhiko's in too much pain right now to accept Yuma as a fan. But he's accepting Yuma's rejection for what it is. He isn't deluding himself to cling to something that can't be. He's processing his emotions and allowing himself to feel. That's the first step in healing.

He is, however, stonewalling. His moment of vulnerability has passed. The defensive walls are up and stronger than over. Accusing Yuma of only wanting to be his fan out of pity is a defense mechanism.

Yuma has successfully pried Desuhiko back out from behind his walls. He's sorry that they can't form the band that Desuhiko wanted but there is a strong basis here for an incredible fanship, one that could change the course of both of their lives.

Sorry, Yuma. You talked yourself into this. Fortunately, I get to bail and let you two have this private moment together.

As is pretty well established by this point, I don't have a high opinion of Desuhiko. It's personal. He hits too close to home and reminds me a lot of myself at his age. But I can see why others would like him and his dynamic with Yuma.

He's a far cry from what I expected him to be when I met him. I expected a much more objectionable character, especially given Kodaka's track record. But actually, Desuhiko's pretty cool.

[beaversatemygrandma]

Back on my bullshit about attempting to draw people while continuously telling myself that as soon as i give them a face it doesn’t mean they’re looking at me and judging me.

[steddie-thirst]

Drummer Boy | Gareth Emerson x Munson!Reader [18+ FEM]

Summary: Gareth has been sincerely crushing on Eddie's sister and after practice they get together to release those pent up feelings.

smut under the cut lovelies

The head thrumming beats of the drums accompanied by the quick strums of the electric guitar, Eddie had really gotten into the moment, fingers gliding skillfully over each string. Joined in by Kevin and Jeff all whilst Gareth completed the harmony on his drums. It was so surreal to be here in this moment watching them practice and play. Your brother's band had definitely come along and the more they performed the more experienced Corroded Coffin became in their skills. As soon as it began it ended, Gareth had disrupted the harmony by striking the cymbal earlier than necessary, knowing the perfectionist that Eddie was he called it off.

"Stop! Stop!" The music cut off abruptly shocking the others, especially Gareth, who was the target of Eddie's rage. His shoulders tensed, eyes wide as Eddie approaches him. Your brother open's his mouth to say something but is cut off by a much softer voice. Gentle yet commanding.

"Eddie." Gareth turns to you his hair following through with his movements, hands gripping the drumsticks until his knuckles turned white. He was nervous that anyone could tell, "He clearly didn't mean to. That's what the practice is for." These sessions were always so much more pleasant with you around, keeping Eddie's temper in check and knowing full well he wont act out around you.

"Fuck- Sorry man." Eddie sighs a heavy huff leaving him as he stepped back turning away from Gareth. You place a gentle hand over his own, and under your touch he relaxes, shoulder slumping out out of their previously tensed state.

"You okay, Gare?" No. He is not okay, his best friend's super smoking hot sister was doting on him. "Good." You coo down at him admiring the many freckles and his lips. As the two of you share this moment Eddie has his back turned and you place a kiss to his cheek, warmth blossoming to where you placed a kiss.

Now more motivated than ever to impress you and practice goes on without a hitch. Jeff and Kevin were very talented, but something about the way Eddie could effortlessly switch between beats, was amazing. But if you really had to pick a favorite it had to be the drummer. Your little drummer boy.

The way Gareth would shut his eyes when to in the moment. Or when he would get so into the music he would bob his head, those fluffy locks bouncing with his sudden movements, you just wanted to run your fingers through his hair. Sure it was true that Steve Harrington had nice hair, that he manifested himself, Gareth was an all natural kind of guy. You admired him for that and many other things.

From the strong forearms as he maneuvered the sticks to follow the beat, to how his muscles flexed and tensed, and jaw clenched. He was so effortlessly attractive and you found yourself rubbing your thigs together to ease the ache for him. Eventually the band had managed to successfully finish the song, no slip-ups and Eddie finally announced it was time to take a break.

After a very heated session between the four, Eddie had decided to make a pizza and beer run. Kevin and Jeff were left to clean up the garage in order to take a break for the evening. Gareth had dismissed himself to grab some water and a couple of chairs from upstairs. You had finished helped cleaning minutes after and had decided to go inside and up to hopefully help Gareth in gathering said items.

When you padded up the steps, stairs creaking beneath the small weight, and down the hall one of the doors was cracked. You could tell it was Gareth's from the small Do not Disturb sign taped to the outside. Out of curiosity you press an ear to the door listening, breath hitching upon hearing the sounds, soft guttural grunts followed by your name.

You peek through the crack of the door cheeks flushing and breathing heavy. The drummer was sat on the edge of his bed cock in hand stroking himself and muttering your name. It sent a familiar ache to your core upon seeing him like that.

"Yeah- Fuck!" He groans head lolling back, "(Y/N).. Fucking shit." His words are vile yet alluring. You find yourself stuck between walking away and joining him. Your body seems to do the work for you and push the door open it creaking softly. Gareth turns his head having been caught by you. The door clicked shut as you kicked it with your foot locking it behind you.

"Gareth." Your voice is soft but pitched coming out as a whine.

"Shit! I-Fuck!" He moves to stand trying to tuck himself back into his pants before someone walked in and misread the situation.

"(Y/N), I can explain. I swear-"

"Were you thinking of me?" His cheeks are beet red upon hearing the question, but really it was the fact you sounded- curious? Was he hearing that right?

He gulped down the words threatening to spill out as you stalked closer. Your hands curl around his right hand so gentle and soft, "What were you thinking about?" He eyes you carefully.

"(Y/N), I-I don't think your brother would-" His reasoning falters as you carefully guide his hand up to cup your clothed breast. His fingers instinctively curl around it and a moan falls from your lips. All reasoning was thrown out the window at this point, he'd gotten a taste of you and Gareth wanted more.

In an instant his lips were on you, hand still cupping and groping your breast through the thin cloth. He had noticed how thin the material of the shirt was and moves his hand to the hem beginning to remove the fabric when he stopped. "I-(Y/N) can I please?" He asked totally shocked this was happening.

"Yes, you can do whatever you want to me." You sigh, "I've been thinking about this for a long time." At this admittance from you something snaps inside him, blue orbs blown with lust, he tears the shirt from your body. Arms lifting over your head to help him remove the unwanted garment.

"Fuck, sugar. I wish we would have done this sooner." He huffed backing you up against the wall lips attaching to your neck, nipping, sucking a bright purple spot onto your collarbone.

You lean back against the wall lips parted as the most sinful noises slip past your lips. "F-Fuck Gare.." You whine his kisses trailing down between your rounded breasts. He let out a growl and tore the bra from your body.

"Thing was in my fucking way." You had never seen him so aggressive and animalistic, his mouth attaches to your left nipple gently nipping at the hardened bud. His other hand working your breast between his skilled hands, kneading the soft flesh. Your hands grasp at the soft curls and let out a whimper.

"Hm.. Gareth-Fuck me!" At your cries he pulls back looking up at you.

"Don't worry, pretty. I'll get there I just want to explore," He sighs looking up at you with those pretty eyes and your knees go week. How could a man be so cute, yet intimidating whilst planning to fuck you senseless. "I have been waiting for this after all." Gareth's hands travel to your waist and he comes up to place a chaste kiss against your lips and his eyes lock with your own. "Get on that bed." Gareth steps back watching you scurry over to the bed and climbing onto it laying back against the sheets.

Gareth removes his flannel, then his shirt tossing them aside, before climbing over you. The skull necklace that adorned his neck hung between you. His auburn curls framing his face as he towered over you. "You sure you're okay with this, sugar?" His hands slowly trace over your sides making you squirm in his grasp.

"Y-Yes, Gareth. Please, just fuck me.."

He smirked down at you, the nice, caring, and super shy persona gone. "So needy. Such a slut and all for me. What would your brother think?" He backs off the bed lifting the hem of your skirt and the sight before him drives him wild, cock hardening at the sight of the red lacey panties. "Look at this. Did you wear these for me, honey?" You nodded a sigh escaping you as he pulls off the lacey undergarment and chuckled.

"Such a little minx you are." He coos loving the way your cheeks flush red with embarrassment almost as red as your panties. He leans over you and chuckles, "Open up, sugar. Got to find some way to keep you quiet." You part your lips and he shoves the panties into your mouth chuckling as drool spills down your chin.

His eyes return to the sight between your legs, glistening and perfect, all wet and ready just for him. "Fuck, baby. M'Not gonna be gentle." Gareth watches as you sit there on the bed pretty and waiting for him, just like he imagined. He strokes his cock to full hardness, the tip pink and cock slightly curved. God, he was gonna fill you up.

Gareth lines himself up with your entrance and the other pins down your wrist, "Fucking finally. This little pussy is all mine." His hips meet flush with yours as he sheaths himself inside of you, every curve and inch filling your pretty walls. You clench around him and Gareth throws his head back letting out a groan, "Shit, sugar. This pussy is sucking me in.. she wants me to fill you up." You moan around the fabric stuffed between your lips.

"Don't worry, I got you honey." His hips start to move thrusting deep inside your soft walls, filling ever inch with his cock, etching the feel of his cock into your memory.

"God, pretty girl, you like this huh?" He grunts brows knitting together as he pumps himself inside you legs wrapping around his waist. All those pretty sounds muffled by your own panties. It was a good idea, considering the guys didn't need to know that Gareth was giving the youngest Munson a good old fucking. With each thrust your breasts bounced making the sight all the more enjoyable. His grip around your wrists tightened and his pace picked up rutting his hips against your own fucking you into his bed.

"Shit!" He can feel your walls fluttering around him and he growls, his other hand reaches up and snatches the panties from your mouth tossing them aside. "Wanna hear those noises, sugar. Tell me how much you like it."

"Oh fuuuck, Ga-" You gasp his cock hitting that forbidden spot that makes you see stars, "Daddy! Fuck!" Gareth stops and you feel your cheeks heat up as he stares at you.

"Did you jus- Did you call me Daddy?" He asked hips slowing and with a nod you whimper worried he'd leave.

"Hot, now I am determined to make you fucking cum for, Daddy." You throw your head back as he picks up the pace one more, his thumb comes to rub at your clit, cock already twitching inside you on the verge of filling you up. If those moans and that little nickname you had adorned him with did not do it those moans and clenching walls would help.

"Daddy I'm- Gonna.." You let out a moan, sweet, and erotic as his shaft pulsates, his brutal pace inside you, and thumb on your clit final brought you over the edge. "That's it, sugar. Fucking cum for Daddy." Back arching as your walls flutter around him and he grunts body laying flush with your own as he gives one last thrust. Pushing himself all the way inside cock filling you to the brim as he shoots his load, feeling you with a warmth unlike anything you've ever felt and finishing after you. Your juices mixing with his own as he hovers over you.

Gareth is panting, chest heaving as he admires the sheen of sweat over your body, "God, (Y/N). That was better than anything I could have imagined." He breathes laughing as you smile at him. You lean up and press a kiss to his chest, to his neck, jaw, then finally to his lips. When he pulls away you smile and the two of you share a passionate moment then and there. When a cough pulls the two of you from the moment. Both of your cheeks heat up.

"Gareth, if you wanted to fuck my sister should have just asked, jeez." Eddie chuckled and Gareth was beet red.

"EDDIE GET OUT!" You shouted reaching for the pillow to cover yourself and Eddie chuckled ducking out of the room. Gareth huffed, "I thought I locked it." You whimper looking back at him.

"He probably picked it, it's fine, honey." Gareth reassured you and sighs as he went back to kissing you.

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[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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[demon-childe]

Win or Lose | Childe x F!Reader

relationship - Childe x F!Reader rating - E - this is... pretty filthy warnings - spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex, use of c*nt word count : 3.2k ao3 - here notes - this has literally just been known amongst me and my friends as the “childe spanking fic”.... so yup, enjoy

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In one fell swoop, Childe’s successfully pinned you to the ground.

You had gotten distracted when he winked at you during your sparring session (cheap tactic – you think irritably) and then stumbled over your damn feet and before you knew it, he’d swept you to the ground. The laugh he’d let out sent a wave of irritation through you.

When you clamber onto your knees to try and get back up, he drops down next to you, a hand pressing firmly against your back and pressing your face down onto the ground beneath you. You let out a discontented noise, squirming and his other hand moves to your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

“H-hey! Lemme go,” you complain, wriggling. The position you’re in is certainly less than appropriate – face down, ass up - and you squirm uncomfortably.

“I must admit, you do look quite good like this,” Childe says, sounding far too pleased with himself. You can feel your face heat up and send a glare back at him. This isn’t the first time one of your sparring sessions has ended questionably, but the way he teases you still sparks a whirlwind of emotion in you.

“Oh, shut up,” you shoot back, half annoyed and half embarrassed.

Without warning, you’re met with a sharp stinging sensation blossoming across the swell of one ass cheek and you choke out a noise of surprise – he actually just spanked you. Molten heat comes to life in the pit of your gut, fast, too fast, and you grind your teeth irritably.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to the winner of our little match?”

“You didn’t win-“

You’re interrupted by another slap, your voice breaking off in a shocked gasp. He laughs at you, actually laughs and you feel frustration bubbling in your chest. Squirming, you try to wiggle out of his grasp but he just tightens his grip on your wrists, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

“You could stand to take your loss a little more graciously.”

He spanks you again. The pain makes you arch away from him, your body attempting to curl inwards but then you arch back, pressing your face against the floor, tilting your hips back as your control wanes. Dammit.

“Oh, good girl,” Childe praises and you want to melt away, shame fluttering through you when his words send heat curling in your belly and between your thighs.

“Sadist,” you snarl, and he laughs again. You can feel him shift next to you and you see his shadow move into the corner of your vision. His hot breath fans across your neck and he leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Masochist,” he counters and you huff in response, wriggling.

You yelp in response as a hand collides with your ass again, but this time his touch doesn’t relent. You feel his palm move in slow circles over your abused cheek and you can’t help but let out a small relieved noise, pushing back against the contact.

“Don’t you wanna be good for me?” He inquires and you chew on your cheek nervously, eyes flittering about. “No?”

You’re about to open your mouth to reply when he spanks you again and this time the noise that escapes you is neither shocked nor pained, but a soft whine.

“If you’re good, I’ll give you a nice little reward,” he singsongs, voice a tempting whisper in your ear. “Even though you lost. What do you say, huh?”

His hand slowly slides down the back of your thigh, then back up, fingers tracing a line inward, dangerously close to your center and you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Nervously, you glance back at him and his blue eyes are trained intently on you, waiting for a response. When you give a shaky nod, he grins dangerously.

“Count,” Childe instructs you simply and before you can say anything, his hand meets your ass. You arch back at him and he grabs one abused cheek roughly before drawing back and spanking you yet again. You mumble. “Reward’s off the table if you don’t count.”

“One,” you say quietly. He does it again and a broken little noise escapes you. “Two.”

“Louder.”

“Two!”

Childe says nothing, but continues his punishment. With each smack, you feel need curl in your belly, your resolve wavering, voice tightening as the sting of the contact turns into something sharper, darker.

You whimper when he yanks your pants down your hips, shoving them to your knees. He takes your underwear with them, leaving your ass bare, and you feel the cool air against the heat of your core. Almost instinctively, you try to squeeze your thighs together to cover yourself and Childe responds to your actions with another slap.

“Should I leave bruises today, girlie?” He asks, almost absentmindedly, his gloved hand caressing and squeezing one abused cheek. A chuckle escapes him as you’re about to reply and you feel him slide a hand between your thighs, pushing them further apart. “Well, would you look at that?”

“You’re dripping,” Childe informs you before you feel a finger slide up your slit and he presses down on your clit a little too hard, earning a cry from you. A shudder overtakes you momentarily and you feel hot and cold in one fell swoop; lust clouds your mind and you can’t help but grind back against the contact. “Oh, look at you. So eager.”

“Childe – please.”

“I did say I would reward you, didn’t I?” He asks, soft but teasing and you whine when he stops touching you. “Good things come to those who wait, right?”

He spanks you again, gloved hand colliding with the tender, abused flesh of your ass and you feel your cunt clench desperately around nothing and all you can think of is how badly you want.

“Ah!”

“Count again.”

You start over.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your head swims, sensation overwhelming you. With each strike, the ache inside you grows and at nine, the pain threatens to overtake your arousal and as if he knows, he pauses.

“One more.”

The last slap makes you cry out, teeth digging into your lower lip as you try and bite back tears. “T-ten.”

You hear Childe hum appreciatively and he skims his gloved fingers softly over your tender skin. You wince for a moment, then relax under his gentle touch.

“What a good girl,” he praises you and you can’t help the desperate little whimper that escapes you. “Are you ready for your reward?”

You nod as well as you can with your face pressed down into the floor and cast a needy look back at the Harbinger. He’s looking at you expectantly, still running one hand over your abused ass. As good as Childe is at hiding his feelings, you can see his pupils blown wide with lust, and it sends a wave of hunger through you.

“Please,” you say. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” Childe repeats, expression splitting into a dangerous little smirk, one brow arching high. “You already need it that bad, girlie?”

“Childe,” you plead, your voice needy and quiet. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted someone to take you so badly before – shame is out the window and all you can focus on is how aroused you are and the ache between your thighs.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “Who am I to deny such an obedient girl her reward?”

His grip on your wrists relents and you bring them forward to brace yourself against the ground, swallowing nervously. You can hear the jingle of his belt as he undoes it and you glance back at him. You watch hungrily as his cock springs free from the confines of his clothes and you can feel your face flush, mouth watering and you suck your lower lip into your mouth.

Childe moves between your calves, knocking one knee against your thighs to spread your legs further and you arch up at him eagerly.

His cock presses against you and a gasp escapes your lips, one hand flying to cover your mouth and trying to stifle the noise. You blink and he’s already grabbed your arm and yanked it back.

“Oh, no,” he says. “You asked for this. Now you’re going to let me hear how much you like it.”

“Childe, I - ah!”

He presses into you without warning, filling you in one thrust and you let out a broken moan. The stretch is divine agony – your walls fluttering around him as your body struggles to adjust – and your breath escapes you when he sheathes himself to the hilt. Childe curses and groans, hands finding your hips and gripping so tightly you can feel his nails digging into you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, easing his hips back and sliding out of you almost completely. You whimper and look back at him.

“Childe…” He grins at you in response.

He thrusts back into you without warning and you cry out, arching back at him as he fills you again. You’re woefully unprepared for the way his cock stretches you – body stuck somewhere between aching and craving – and you whimper pathetically.

There’s no hesitation before Childe sets a rhythm, fucking into you insistently and fully, every thrust leaving you gasping.

“So tight. Such a good girl for me,” he says, interrupting your thoughts and you tighten around him at the praise. He pauses mid-thrust when he feels it, a chuckle escaping his mouth and his hands glide from your hips up your back, fingers dancing over your spine.

“Fuck, d-don’t stop,” you stammer, pushing your hips back against his. “Please.”

“Go ahead,” Childe speaks. “Fuck that pretty little cunt on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as you start eagerly start pressing backwards against him, using him for your own pleasure. A whimper escapes you, one hand flying between your thighs to attend to your neglected clit. He grunts, a hand coming back to the abused swell of your ass and Childe spanks you again.

“Ah!”

Your pace stutters, hips canting at an angle and your walls clench around his length. He lets out a breathless little laugh when you do and you can feel the blunt edges of his nails dig into your hips.

“I didn’t say stop, girlie.”

If your body wasn’t strung so tightly, maybe you’d be embarrassed, but the way Childe fills you up leaves you stupid – eyes rolling back, a hot shudder going down your spine when you fuck back at him desperately. Your adrenaline is still so high from the sparring session all you can focus on is the pleasure building in your gut and the slick sound of you fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” the harbinger groans and you can feel him start meeting your thrusts, the pressure of your orgasm mounting higher as he hits deeper, harder, and you whimper. “What a good little slut you are for me.”

He presses back into you insistently now, fingers gripping you so tightly his nails might break skin, and the stinging sensation is lost somewhere in the hazy swirl of heat that coils in your gut.

“Yes – yes – yes, fuck, please, Childe!”

“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you in Foul Legacy form,” Childe pants, keeping his pace steady. “Really fill you up like you want, huh?”

You can’t help but picture it – the visual of him looming over you in his armor, caging you in with ease, claws tearing at your clothes as he splits you in two – and you’re gone. Your climax crashes into you and all you can do is keen, a hand flying over your mouth as your cunt spasms around Childe’s length. Loudly, he laughs.

“Did you just come?” He asks. His voice is cruel, taunting, and you feel a wave of shame wash over you momentarily when he stops fucking you. “How cute. You’re so pathetic.”

Something tightens in your belly at his words and you sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You open your mouth to reply, mind still lost in a haze of pleasure and then he starts fucking you in earnest – giving you no respite after your orgasm. He slams his hips to yours repeatedly, filling you relentlessly and you can feel your limbs going weak from the intensity of sensation he’s subjecting you to.

He changes angles and suddenly you’re too full, thighs shaking with the effort of keeping yourself together. The way he pounds into you has your head so fuzzy you can’t focus on anything but how overwhelming the feeling of him fucking you is, a cry tearing from your lips.

“T-too much, too much, please, fuck!”

“Too much?” He parrots back. “Tell me to stop, then.”

There’s a momentary lull in the pace of his movement and when you whimper helplessly instead, walls fluttering around him, he laughs. It’s cruel and taunting and so good and you moan when he resumes fucking you.

“That’s what I thought. You like when it’s too much, huh?”

He’s close – you think, maybe, but you can’t think straight - but the desperate way he fucks into you and the breathlessness in his taunts certainly makes it seem like his control is unraveling.

“Can you come again for me, girlie?” Childe spurs you on, leaning forward and down against you before snaking a hand between you. Fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit and he draws slick circles around it, eliciting a wail from you at the feeling of sharp, unrelenting pleasure. It’s so much, too much, and your body can’t decide between pain or pleasure, eyes welling with tears as your hips cant back at his and you cry out.

“Please!”

“Fuck,” he groans. “One more for me. One more. Wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

His words push you further to the edge and you blankly register the feeling of his mouth against your shoulder, hot, heavy breaths tickling your skin and then he fucks harder into you, hips colliding with yours and before you know it, you’re crying and begging.

“Close! Ah - ha, close, close, please – Childe!”

Tears cascade down your cheeks and you sob as the tension tightens unbearably in your abdomen. You gasp for breath, your cunt tightening greedily around his dick.

“Come - come for me. Come on. Be a good girl and come for me,” he hisses in your ear, humid breath tickling across your neck. A noise rumbles from his lips, deep and desperate and then you feel his teeth press into your shoulder and you crumble.

Stars burst behind your eyes as Childe pulls another orgasm from you, the tight curl of tension in your belly suddenly releasing, and your mouth opens in a silent scream, nails digging into the ground. You hear him curse loudly from behind you, pace stuttering as he gives you one last, forceful thrust, and somewhere between the immobilizing pleasure, you think you can feel the way his cock throbs, emptying himself inside of you.

It takes a moment for your senses to return to you, heaving deep breaths in the aftershocks of your climax, and when Childe pulls out of you, a whimper escapes you, the feeling of emptiness causing you to tense and tighten around nothing.

“Shit,” you mumble quietly, face stained with tears as you try to hold yourself up on your arms. Behind you, the harbinger grunts and you feel him run a finger up your thigh and to your cunt.

“Look good filled with my cum,” he comments, a little breathless, a little tired, and then swipes a line up your slit, pushing some excess of his seed back into your abused hole. Your hips jerk and you hiss, reaching back to slap his hand away.

“Quit it,” you complain. “Sensitive.”

“Whoops,” he breathes with a small laugh before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and then he pulls your pants back up your thighs, his attempt at redressing you lazy, underwear sitting skewed across your hips.

Shakily, you push yourself up onto your aching knees, fixing your clothes and you glance back at him. Childe’s still flushed, the pink tinge across his cheeks just starting to taper off, fingers hastily redoing the buttons on his pants and he looks up at you once he does. He flops back onto his ass, propping himself up with one arm.

“C’mere,” he says and before you have a chance to respond, he tugs you into him, back to chest and his arms wrap around you. He nuzzles against your neck and you squirm. “You alright?”

You hum and nod despite the humid warmth radiating between the two of you. “What time is it?”

“Dunno.”

“Think we went past the time I reserved the training room for?” You ask, leaning to the side to look at him. He laughs and then shrugs.

“Maybe,” he says nonchalantly, but then his eyes narrow as he smirks. “Although I did preemptively dole out a punishment for you, after all.”

You hum and look away, sighing and glancing at your hands and the dirt under your nails. “Hm. And what makes you think I’ve learned my lesson?”

There’s a pause before you look at him again, trying to stop yourself from smirking at the surprise in his eyes, and then he laughs, throwing his head back, eyes crinkling closed. Once he stops you watch his mouth curl into a little smirk, head tilting to the side curiously.

“Is that so?” He inquires.

“Maybe.”

His response is to thread fingers through your hair and tug – just gently enough to pull you back and bare your neck to him – and a feeling flickers to life inside of you - warm, content, languid.

“Troublesome girl,” he murmurs, voice tinged with affection and you let a smile tug at your lips. His mouth presses to your cheek in a quick kiss before he lets go of your locks. “Lucky you look so damn good crying for me.”

A knock at the heavy double doors of the room stirs the both of you from your comfortable haze.

“Two minutes,” Childe calls loudly enough for whoever it is to hear before untangling himself from you. Tiredly, you lean on each other to stand and you can’t ignore the pleasant ache that radiates from between your thighs. Once you collect your things, the two of you wander to the exit. There’s four recruits standing at the door looking irritated, but when they see Childe, their expressions change.

“Sorry about the tardiness,” you attempt to offer.

“You’re thirty minutes over,” one of them complains.

“Ah, don’t worry about it – my fault, really,” Childe says before anyone else can interject. “I’ll make sure she’s properly reprimanded. Room’s all yours, recruits.”

They file past you quietly and you swear you hear one of them whispering to another about what kind of “punishment” Tartaglia would possibly dish out. When the door slams shut behind them, you give Childe a look.

“Reprimanded, hm?” You inquire.

“Reprimanded,” he parrots back. “Now how about you go get yourself cleaned up, girlie? We can work out the logistics of a suitable punishment later.”

“When would that be?”

“My office. Tonight. Say nine?” He suggests – and it’s not really a suggestion so much as a demand but you nod anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you acquiesce and you can see his gaze darken just slightly. He waves two fingers at you before turning to wander off and you do the same.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he says from a few feet away and you pause, glancing back at him. He grins dangerously at you over his shoulder, blue eyes flashing.

“Don’t bother wearing any panties.”

[sunarinluvr]

|| break up prank on the haikyuu boys ||

includes: suna rintarou, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, & miya atsumu

a/n- heyy sorry for not posting i haven’t been doing the best,,, anyways today i was thinking about how it would feel like to be a menace to the haikyuu boys so here we are :D hope you enjoy! also its kinda outta pocket am sorry

warnings: none!  ( lmk if there are any )

SUNA -

a few days ago you and suna got into a petty argument which led to the both of you sleeping with your backs against each other, and although you have sorted it out there was still a bit of awkward tension in the air. coincidentally that same afternoon during your lunch break you saw someone do this prank on tiktok.

to be honest you were hesitant, but then you remembered all the times your boyfriend has gotten you with his pranks, not to mention how it was the perfect time to do it because of the awkward tension after the fight. it was like...the universe wanted you to do it. after a few minutes of weighing out the pros and cons

you decided to just go through with it as “payback.” a few hours later suna comes home while you were sitting on the far edge of the couch. “y/n? im home” he says loud enough for you to hear as he makes his way to the living room “welcome home,” you said without even batting an eye at him

he already knows something's up, but he chooses to ignore it and sits down beside you ready to kiss you. dodging his kiss, you stood up and made your way to your shared bedroom, leaving a confused suna sitting on the couch replaying what had just happened in his mind.

while he was doing that you took this opportunity to set up your phone and hid it by the side table, moving very quickly and trying not to keep quiet. soon after you heard footsteps approaching and quickly sat down on the bed. “babe? are you ok?”

he asked with furrowed eyebrows - please you were trying so hard not to laugh - looking at him with your best poker face “suna we need to talk” eyes widening at the way you addressed him. “...yea we do,” he said with a deadpan while making his way closer to you. feeling uneasy because you did not expect that answer at all

you look at him trying to keep calm, even though your eyes were telling him otherwise. he took your silence as a sign to go on. “our relationship.. i think-” you cut him off, now standing up “stop. are you going to break up with me? it was a prank, i was pranking you. if this was about the fight a few day-”

cupping your cheeks and kissing you to shut you up as he saw the panic in your eyes. staring at him dumbfounded he looked at you “y/n i would never break up with you ok? especially not because of a stupid argument.” a bit relieved you sighed, then it hit you “wait so why did you say all that?”

“i saw you hiding the phone,” he said smirking as he pointed to the phone. hitting his chest playfully “ugh what the fuck rin, can you like stop ruining my pranks all the time” suna laughed “you’re just bad at pranks” you scoffed while he hugged you resting his forehead on yours “let’s take a nap pranking you is tiring.” slapping his chest once more you nod.

IWAIZUMI -

before getting into a relationship with iwaizumi you already knew how demanding his job can get, so you weren’t surprised when he started getting busier. leaving the house first thing in the morning and coming home late at night. during your day off, you and your friends decided to go to the mall to just shop and catch up with each other.

while you guys were eating brunch your friend started talking about the prank they pulled on their s/o. one thing led to another and now your friends are betting on whether you can successfully prank your boyfriend or not. you being you took the challenge and made a bet that you could prank him.

so as soon as you got home you started planning everything out. it was about 9 pm when you decided to call him. you call him once, no answer, you call again and was sent to voicemail. you sighed “damn..did i already fail?” sulking on the couch. on the other, during his water break, he checks his phone because hinata had mentioned that it was ringing earlier.

surprised and kind of worried that you called him not once, but two times he immediately calls you back. fidgeting with his fingers while he waits for you to pick up. hearing your phone ring you quickly grabbed it, sat up straight, and got into character. “hello...babe? is everything alright? sorry, i couldn’t pick up earlier.”

at this point you were debating whether you still wanted to go on with this prank. “i don't think this is working anymore.” you said in a monotone voice. iwaizumi was visibly panicking now “huh? y/n what do you mean? i'm coming home right now wait for me.” he said as he stood up.

“don't you still have work? just-” he cuts you off “no wait for me i’m going home right now.” before ending the call. iwaizumi frantically asks for permission to go home early and leaves the gym, quickly making his way home. to say you felt bad is an understatement, you could tell that he was panicked although he was hiding it.

realizing he’d be home soon you hid your phone that’s recording and waited. when he got home he quickly padded over to you “babe? what's wrong? what do you mean it's not working anymore?” you look at him then quickly move your gaze to the floor “...this relationship..” you murmured loud enough for him to hear

“what? are you breaking up with me?” when you heard his voice crack you looked up and regret even thinking of doing this stupid prank. he looked so hurt -you mentally smacked yourself- “wait no haji i'm sorry it was a prank, i would never break up with you. i love you so much,” you said voice laced with guilt hugging him tightly. “

allowing himself to be hugged “you dumbass, that's not a funny prank i left work 30 minutes early for you.” you can practically hear the pout in his voice. “i know, i know, i'm sorry i promise to make it up to you.” he scoffed before asking “hey...we’re ok right?” you just nod and give him a kiss. you ended up making him dinner and giving him back massages for a week.

SAKUSA -

sakusa had just come home from another tiring day of practice; as much as he loved his teammates he cannot understand how they’re so enthusiastic all the time. he trudged through the door craving your touch and maybe a hot shower. “love? im home” he said while he waited for you to come to him and give him a quick welcome home kiss

his face immediately turning into a frown when he didn’t hear any footsteps. truthfully you were bored and had nothing better to do so why not play a prank on your beloved boyfriend..although you quickly regret doing this when you see him walk into the living room with a frown. “im sorry my love, i promise to treat you later.”

you murmured to yourself before he took a seat beside you “love is anything wrong? i thought you were asleep..why didn’t you answer me?” he turned to you with a pout. “oh it's nothing, why don’t you go take a shower first then we can talk.” you said without even sparing him a glance.

now he knew something was off but decided to go shower anyways. once he finished he sat back down with you and looked at you expectantly. taking this as a cue to start “i think we should break up.” his eyes widened and you can see the panicked look in his eyes, he stayed quiet though.

so you continue “i just don’t think our relationship is working anymore.” you mentally slapped yourself at the pained look he gave you. “w-what why? did i do anything wrong?” at your silence a million thoughts were rushing through sakusa’s head like “is it because i did something wrong? are they tired of dealing with me? do they not love me anymore?”

you knew what kind of thoughts were going through his head, he didn’t have to say a word it was painted all over his face. holding his hand, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked you straight in the eyes waiting for you to say something. “omi im so sorry it was a prank, you’re an amazing boyfriend and i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

he stayed quiet, you knew you took it too far so you go on “im sorry i shouldn’t have pranked you like that, i understand if you’re upset. but you need to know that i love you very much and that won't ever change.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he slumped back into the covering his face. it was silent for a few minutes

“y/n that wasn’t a nice prank, you scared me for a second there.” he deadpanned “yes i know, but i'm really sorry...can i hug you?” sakusa’s expression softened as he went in to hug you “you know i was so tired today..” he sulked as you playfully rolled your eyes “i know im sorry my love. do you want me to start dinner?” he shrugged

“let's stay like this for a little while” he murmured the light tinting of the tips of his ears going unnoticed. “oh omi almost forgot,” you said a little too loudly before cupping his cheeks. he furrowed his brows but smiled softly when he felt your lips on his. just as you were about to start dinner he called out to you “oh and you’re doing all the dishes for a week!”

ATSUMU -

about a month ago atsumu had pulled the exact prank on you and posted it on tiktok thinking he was so funny and smart. to be fair he did get you good the prank was perfect, but he overlooked one thing.. and that’s how competitive you can get. you’ve planned this almost immediately after he got you.

you made plans to go out with him that evening about 2 weeks ago, considering the past 2 weeks have made him very busy; you knew he would be dismissed late on the time of your date which was necessary for your plan to take place. soon enough the day of the date came, and just like you expected he was late... 3 hours late to be exact

when he finally comes in he rushes towards you to apologize profusely, but as soon as you made eye contact you stood up and walked out of the restaurant. trying your best not to laugh when he comes after you looking like a lost puppy. “baby-” he started “miya we will talk later, kindly pay for the bill ill be in the car.”

you said firmly motioning him to go back in, you quickly get into the car and set up your phone. once he got in he tries to apologize again “baby look im sorry coach dismissed us later than expected, a really didn’t mean to be late.” you stayed quiet before speaking up “3 hours miya. i waited 3 hours for you, and you couldn’t even text that you’ll be late?”

you looked at him dead in the eyes “let's break up.” his mouth dropped at the words you just said, before he shows you his signature smirk “oh my god this is a prank isn’t it? because a got you last time? HAHAH quit joking around-” you stopped him “you think i’m joking? is this what our relationship is to you? a joke?”

“yer not joking? wait no it's not like that.” he said eyes widening. “we barely get to spend any time together nowadays, and we planned this date 2 weeks prior...and you think im joking?” you uttered pretending to be hurt (someone give y/n a grammy) at that atsumu’s heart dropped. “baby im sorry ok? a didn’t know you felt like this..”

you stared at the floor - trying not to laugh but atsumu doesn’t know that - prompting him to go on “please y/n, let's talk about this a love ya so much i promise to do better- are you crying? please don't cry.” he put his hand on your cheek slowly lifting your face to see him. at this point, you just burst out laughing. “HAHA I GOT YOU!”

you shout in between fits of giggles. atsumu literally stares at you with the most offended face “YA PETTY PRICK. I SHOULDA KNOWN” he sighs of relief though, because he’s gotten to the point where he couldn’t see a future without you. pulling out your phone from where it's hidden you wave it in front of his face.

“heh, you didn’t think i’d let you prank me without any consequences did you? i’m so smart i even asked your coach for your schedule!” you stated proudly. no matter how badly he wanted to stay mad he couldn’t because of the adorable smile you had on your face. you guys decided to actually eat dinner afterward. oh and the video went viral.

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[sparks-joy-imagines]

Hi! Could I request some hcs or a one shot (whichever you prefer!) where Gojo finds out reader has never orgasmed with a partner before because her previous partners were kind of asses. Thank you either way! Have a lovely day! :)

hello love~ I figured I might as well turn this into a one shot because there had been just so~ many ideas floating around my head for this (including a few Japan traumata lol) - I hope you're ready to buckle up cause this one comes in at 5k appr. enjoy -mesu. PS: A very special thanks to niob for beta-ing this monster and talking me through it!!!❤

Gojō Satoru x f!reader warnings: vaginal penetration, oral sex (receiving), Gojō being a smug arse

You cursed the day you were born. Actually, no. You cursed the day Gojo Satoru was born to torment your existence.

The first time you had met Gojo it had been your first year teaching at Kyoto jujutsu high and your first impression had been that no single living being could withstand his gaze of scrutiny. Given, as the wielder of both infinity and the six eyes there wasn’t anyone on his level to begin with, but did he really have to be an arse about it? Who even hired him as a teacher – a person supposed to be of pedagogic value – in the first place?

Luckily, you didn’t have to see him all that often, usually just whenever the time of year came around for the good-will event with the sister school in Tokyo but he had picked up an unhealthy interest in your person and relentlessly teased you for whatever you did and didn’t do alike.

Utahime had once suggested that it was Gojo’s twisted way of flirting with you and you couldn’t help but scoff and reply that you had seen Gojo flirting. And it was nothing alike how he was acting towards you. Afterwards, Utahime had taken pity on you and acted as an intermittence between you and Gojo so he wouldn’t get under your skin anymore, albeit he mostly ended up getting under hers instead.

At least, that was until tonight. With the students being sound asleep in bed, everyone involved in the event unanimously had decided to head for a drink at a fancy bar in Ginza to celebrate the event ending more or less successfully despite the unforeseen interference of some higher ranked curses and you ended up sitting sandwiched between Utahime and Shoko who both had insisted on a girl’s table away from curious colleagues and ears, while the other staff were seated at a slightly larger table just out of earshot.

The back of your head hit your nape when you downed what felt like the 7th shot of nihonshu. The alcohol prior to the shots had already infiltrated your system, leaving your senses foggy and your tongue loose. You weren’t about to spill your secrets just yet, but it was definitely getting harder to suppress the glances you’d love to gift Gojo who seemed entirely unfazed by any of the liquor he had consumed this evening.

That prick has to use his innate techniques to cope with the alcohol!

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the tall man across the table who hadn’t even bothered to take his blindfold off while sporting a vaguely amused if aloof expression while the headmaster of Kyoto high and Tokyo high appeared to be in a heated discussion. Speaking of rude.

Lost in your thought of how much you longed to wipe that smirk off of Gojo’s face, you didn’t follow the topic of conversation of your friends at the table who definitely had one nihonshu too many.

“I’m telling you, anatomically speaking, it’s just unfair. It’s so much easier for men to achieve an orgasm, alright? It’s as if nature was against us women,” Shoko sighed dramatically, taking the nihonshu bottle to refill the shot glasses only to find it empty. Another, this time desperate, sigh followed.

“What’s even worse is that men usually don’t care about their partner's pleasure at allll,” Utahime responded with a distinct lull in her voice while she was already close to resting her cheek on the table. She’s definitely had enough but that didn’t stop her from going on, “Ever since I started dating, there’s been what? Maybe two decent enough guys that actually cared if I came too or not.”

“Sounds about right,” Shoko agreed, apparently trying to find some universal truth in the emptiness of the bottle she was still holding onto.

You shot a glance to the two unhappy women at your side, deciding that it was time to share your two cents of truth under your breath, “At least you’ve had partners before who took care of your needs, too. I for once have only been with arseholes who could care less if I came or not. And so I never did… so…consider yourselves lucky? I guess.”

As expected, your volume made it impossible for them to catch what you were revealing and Utahime unbeknownst interrupted the aftermath to your soft confession by suddenly straightening her posture in a surge of drunken energy, grabbing one of your and Shoko’s hands respectively to declare something about not letting this circumstance prevent anyone from having a great night.

You could’ve sworn the corner of Gojo’s mouth perked up the second you shot him another glance…

A few drinks, a second bar, and a couple hours later.

Your head was spinning slightly and you leaned your back against the wall of the establishment you’d just stepped out of. Damn your senpai for making you drink. You soaked in the wet, clean night air which could only be achieved during the rainy season in Tokyo.

The moment you pressed your eyes shut you could hear Utahime demanding to move onto a karaoke bar and continue this until morning. Of fucking course, you thought to yourself and opened your eyes, desperate for any excuse to skip what was about to come.

Among general consensus with a few nods and exclamations here and there, you slowly noticed how Gojo was watching you intently. By now he had actually gotten rid of his blindfold and was sporting his dark shades, his soft hair was framing his angular face, slightly damp by the drizzle and you would have gladly punched him for the way the street lights and shop signs reflected in his hair.

Still, right now you had other things to worry about and so you took a deep breath and spoke up, “Thanks for this evening but I’ll have to take my leave now. It’s already late and I don’t think my voice can handle singing right now.” An obvious lie as your voice was just fine, but it’d do the trick of getting you out of corporate pressure.

And that’s exactly what happened. Your excuse was accepted at face value and you were wished a good night’s rest. Umbrellas were opened and the group made of two faculties strolled towards the closet illuminated Karaoke sign.

You waited until everyone was on the move, so you could gather yourself in your time without any scrutinising eyes on you.

“Leaving an intoxicated damsel to her own devices? How could I be the strongest without taking care of her? Allow me to lead you home, (Y/N)~”

Just when you thought you had lived through the worst, Gojo’s voice piped up right next to your ear. You hadn’t seen him stay behind and now he was close, dangerously so, and he didn’t even care to hide the glee in his voice.

You managed to turn your head in his direction and gift him – what was in your imagination – a nasty stare. For Gojo, it rather seemed like you were trying your best to fixate your dizzy gaze on him.

He sighed and for once dropped his excruciating façade, speaking in a normal tone, “Seriously tough, (Y/N), I’d rather lead you home. Tokyo’s far from being safe at night.”

Seeing and actually hearing Gojo apparently genuinely concerned made you weigh your chances enough that you finally sighed in defeat, “Fine. But only up to the doorstep.”

Gojo blinked at you repeatedly, appearing almost insulted that you dared to think him a man who would take advantage of women like that – truth being that he was more insulted that you thought that he was actually in need of such tricks – and made an off-hand remark of how he could never.

You waved your hand dismissively and slowly tried to straighten your posture, “You’re here by car, right? That’s why you used your innate technique to not get drunk. Wish I could’ve done the same, wouldn’t be dying of spinning world syndrome right now.”

That stopped Gojo’s rant about his hurt pride. A sheepish smirk appeared on his lips and he stated flatly, “You noticed.”

You nodded, which turned out to have been a terrible idea. Nausea overcame you and you tried to curl into a ball, but Gojo was next to you in a second, smoothly wrapping his long arm around your waist while his free hand reached for your hand, easily securing your stance like that.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?”

You nodded and simply concentrated on not getting sick while he led you towards the parking lot where his car was parked. He left you shortly to pay for the ticket and you leaned against one of the nearby vending machines, concentrating on your breathing.

A few moments later the relatively quiet night was disturbed by the low roar of what turned out to be a pricey sports car. It didn’t take long for Gojo to stop said car right in front of you. Ever the gentleman he stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door to the passenger’s side for you, offering his hand to you for assistance. The entire picture which enfolded in front of you seemed to be taken out of a romance.

Only when you wobbled over to the car and felt the infinity between your hand and Gojo’s you snapped back to reality, pursing your lips as you stated, “You never let anyone actually touch you, do you?”

“If someone’s worth my while, sure I do,” Gojo replied with a sly smile, but something in his eyes appeared resigned, almost lost. But maybe that was just your imagination? Almost promising.

You didn’t even have time to follow-up on his statement as he simply shut the door in your face, cutting any further discussion short. Soon, Gojo settled in the driver’s seat and drove off towards your hotel. You didn’t even question how he knew where he needed to go.

Silence fell upon you and you simply turned your gaze to the flashing street lights, allowing you to marvel at Tokyo’s nocturnal atmosphere for a while. This was so much better than making your way through the confusing public transport in time for the last train. You shot Gojo another gaze and were surprised to find him diligently keeping his eyes on the road.

At once you wondered if you unwittingly had been keeping him from joining the others at karaoke. Singing one’s soul out and getting undressed in the process seemed right up Gojo’s alley.

“…Thank you for taking me back to the hotel. I appreciate it. You… didn’t really have to do this though, I’m sure you wanted to attend karaoke with the others,” you started off your half-apology.

A soft yet deep chuckle escaped Gojo’s throat.

“Oh sure I did, hun. There’s been something on my mind concerning you which is just soooo much more fun than karaoke could ever be after all,” Gojo casually replied, eyes never straying from the road.

You frowned and cocked your head in an inquisitive manner.

“Don’t act confused now, love,” Gojo smirked as he pulled over and parked the car right next to the entrance of the hotel. He unfastened his seatbelt to turn to you completely and casually rested his elbow against his seat, “Now, why don’t you tell me about never having orgasmed with a partner before?”

The question hung in the air for a moment as Gojo watched you curiously while you didn’t believe the meaning behind what your ears had picked up on.

“I…,” you spilled quickly, already feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This had to be a nightmare. How did he know of that? You never told a soul, too embarrassed by your unfortunate choice of past sexual partners, and now Gojo Satoru – out of all possible people – knew of your secret?!

The panic must have shown on your face as Gojo’s smug expression softened slightly and he leaned closer to you, only stopping when the tip of his nose almost collided with yours, “You should take more care who might be listening in when you’re talking to yourself, (Y/N).”

You nodded once and leaned back, avoiding Gojo’s touch and gaze as best you could, “T-thanks for the ride.” Even if his revelation had thrown you off entirely, you tried your best to hide it.

“My pleasure. I’ll have to insist on taking you to your room though.” Gojo’s tone was unforgiving and made it very clear that you wouldn’t get out of him walking you all the way.

You sighed deeply and submitted to your fate, sinking into your seat until he had rounded the car and opened the passenger’s door so you could accept his hand to disembark in a semi-elegant manner.

Once you had found your balance he let go of your hand, matching your pace as you walked towards your room, acting as if he hadn’t just nonchalantly invaded your privacy. You shot him several glances but Gojo acted very interested in the interior of the hotel. You didn’t buy it though. Obviously he was just relishing in the fact that he got under your skin.

So he didn’t want to push any further? Fine by you. You huffed softly and pushed the button for your floor once you boarded the lift, Gojo strolling on your heels, hands shoved into the pocket of his trousers.

You refrained from looking at anything close to Gojo’s direction, albeit you could feel his piercing gaze on you. You used the time of the short ride to get your room card out of your purse and as soon as the automatic doors opened, you darted out of the lift and unlocked the door to your room with a soft beep.

Barely having shuffled inside you got rid of your purse and turned around to thank Gojo once again, finding him right on your doorstep.

“Thanks, Gojo, I appreciate what you did tonight,” you smiled awkwardly at the close proximity and mustered the courage to look into his eyes, just to be surprised by their intensity.

“Of course,” Gojo hummed, resting his left arm on the doorframe he leaned closer, stopping right before crossing the threshold with his movements. He easily kept your eyes locked in his, making you all but forget about bringing some distance between you.

“Before I leave… y’know I could help you out with your little problem, (Y/N). If you’re up for it, that is.”

Gojo’s voice was low, eyes dark, pupils dilated with a certain hunger as they stared right into your soul.

When his words registered a soft gasp unwittingly left your lips as your eyes grew wide.

Just what was happening? Had Utahime been right all along?

The next moment Gojo was leaning down to you, making all but sure that your senses shut down to a bare minimum. Standing there frozen in place, time seemed to slow down around you as your eyes flickered from Gojo’s luscious lips to his cyan eyes and back to his lips again.

Was this really happening right now?

Your heart pounded against your chest harshly and you pressed your eyes shut to calm your nerves. That is when you felt his soft lips against the skin of your cheek, undoubtedly skin on skin. He‘d really turned his infinity off!

“As I have told you prior, I don’t take advantage of intoxicated women. But as I understand it, you still have a couple hours before your bullet train back to Kyoto tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you, (Y/N). You won’t regret it. . .~”

You held your breath and nothing. When you finally opened your eyes again Gojo was gone. Simply vanished! He had done exactly what he had promised to do. Taken you home, up to your doorstep and not a millimetre further.

Did this mean that he was going to keep what he offered if you turned up at his doorstep tomorrow? Up until now Gojo had never given you any reason to doubt him. Sure, he was a prick, but he was honest about being a prick. At least that was more than could be said about any of your former affiliations.

It took a couple more moments before you managed to close the door and turn in to a sleepless night contemplating if you might as well take Gojo up on his offer.

The next day. After some empty excuses to Utahime of why you couldn’t spend the last hours in Tokyo together. In front of Gojo’s apartment.

You stared at the kanji at the apartment, contemplating if you should really proceed now. It had been a pain to get Gojo’s address, dodging several inquisitive questions of Utahime, but now that you were finally here you weren’t sure if you should be anymore.

Given Gojo had lived up to every single thing he had proclaimed so far, plus he never had given you any reason not to trust him. Still, did being here meant that you were willing to compromise your integrity for something as trivial as good sex? More so than the actual act, you were afraid of what it might mean for your future relationship with Gojo; which would be anything but professional hereafter.

Before you could spiral further into second guessing yourself, the apartment door in front of you opened smoothly, offering the view to a slightly dishevelled looking Gojo apparently just out of the shower.

The moment you locked eyes with his bare ocean orbs, a smug grin emerged on his face, “Fancy seeing you here, (Y/N). Come in.”

You mumbled a greeting and stepped into his modern apartment, quickly getting rid of your shoes and outer layers while Gojo walked further back into the flat calling out to you, “Can I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Pineapple juice?~”

You rolled your eyes, very convinced that you just shouldn’t have come here. You followed Gojo’s voice into a broad living room with an open kitchen. The colours and décor were kept simple, black and white, sometimes a splash of colour in the colour of his goddamn eyes.

After having accessed the surroundings to your heart’s content you turned to Gojo, “Do you happen to have pineapple juice – notoriously known for apparently for making the taste of oral sex sweeter – at hand for your guests at all times? Or did you go shopping for me yesterday?”

A soft chuckle, “I happen to like the flavour. Plus, I am quite certain your juices aren’t in need of any enhancement.” A wink followed. What a bastard.

Ignoring the faint blush that emerged on your cheeks, you countered, “And what exactly makes you so sure about that, mh?”

Gojo shortly nibbled on his full lips as he sized you up with hungry eyes. Then, he slowly rounded the kitchen counter until he stood right in front of you. The smell of his surprisingly fruity after-shave intoxicated your senses.

“Wanna find out?”

You managed a nod and Gojo smirked wider, simply lifting you up on the counter so you were closer to eye level with him.

And then he finally let his soft luscious lips collide with yours, involving you in a breathless, inifity-less kiss while your arms wrapped around his neck on their own accord. Gojo smirked against your lips pulling you closer to himself, gladly taking the opportunity to feel up through the fabric of the blouse you were wearing for travel.

How you cursed the school’s clothing protocol at that moment!

Frowning slightly you broke the kiss, quickly trying to get rid of your blouse with your hands, but Gojo had other plans, catching your hands in his he leaned closer and purred on your lips, “Ah-ah (Y/N), there’s still plenty of time till your bullet train. No need to rush~ This is more than a mere quicky to shoot one’s load and carry on, after all. I need you to relax and enjoy the ride.”

You weren’t quite sure what did the trick. The proximity to him or his genuine tone, but you visibly relaxed and started shamelessly feeling Gojo up in return. You weren’t surprised to find defined abs when you pushed the fabric of his shirt out of the way and followed their lines for a bit before you moved on to explore his back.

“Good girl,” Gojo chuckled in your ear and let out a teasing gasp in response to your initiative before he went to nibble on your earlobe, making you cross your legs behind his hips as a soft whimper escaped your lips.

“Sensitive, are we?”

Gojo moved back, capturing your lips in another kiss, this time parting yours with his cheeky tongue so he could explore your mouth to his heart’s content. You happily complied and concentrated on his tongue enough that you didn’t notice how he skilfully unbuttoned your blouse.

Your legs tightened around Gojo’s hips and you moaned when you felt his growing bulge through the fabric. Gojo took this opportunity to kiss down your neck only to ravish it mercilessly while his hands had taken a liking to your boobs, kneading them through your lacey bra.

“Hah~” More and more lewd noises filled the heated air as Gojo pinched your hardened nipples just the right amount to send shivers down your spine and you were glad that you didn’t have to depend on your trembling legs anymore.

Desperate for support you scratched blindly over Gojo’s upper arms which led him to gift you a wolfish smile as he pulled back enough to strip off your blouse and a swift motion later your bra followed.

Pouting slightly you picked on his shirt, making Gojo scoff and get rid of it, too. You sighed content about the equal stages of undress and wiggled slightly on top of the counter, enjoying the friction this provided against both the fabric of your pants and Gojo’s bulge.

“You little minx,” Gojo growled lowly, suddenly pinning you down to the counter by your neck. The cold surface sent a shiver through the entirety of your body. He adjusted his grip to be more gentle, yet still determined enough to hold you in place, actively preventing you from escaping from his touch. You would welcome the sweet torture that was to follow deliberately and Gojo was very aware of that.

Soon enough Gojo began his agonisingly slow treatment of your torso, mouthing his way from your collar bones to your chest where he spent his sweet time circling each nipple with his tongue.

You didn’t know what exactly he was doing with his shameless long tongue but you had never felt your body rise to the touch on its own quite like that and it took a minute to recognise it was your own voice which echoed through the apartment so obscenely.

Desperate for more stimulation which Gojo still withheld from you, you tried to pull him closer with your crossed legs, earning a suppressed moan from him as his erect member brushed against your clothed sex. How much you would’ve given for those layers to finally be gone.

“You really haven’t been getting laid properly at all, huh.”

Completely unnerved by now you groaned and shot Gojo an acid glare, but the elite sorcerer just chuckled to himself as he straightened back up, sizing you up in the process once again. You had never seen his eyes this dark.

In a split second his hands were undoing your pants as if they had never done anything else in his life and a few moments later you were sitting on the counter completely undressed.

When you blinked away your surprise, Gojo brushed another deep kiss on your lips, humming on them, “I’d hold onto something if I were you~”

And then he dove down to your core, hands holding your hips in place well aware that you wouldn’t be able to hold still.

As soon as his lips connected to your nether folds, a lightning impulse flashed through your body and your loudest moan yet left your lips. Your head flew back by itself and you wreathed as best you could on the counter top for either more or less friction, you weren’t quite sure.

All the while Gojo relentlessly continued his pursuit of your sex, tongue swirling expertly over and around your clit, building up a certain intensity before he moved down slightly to lick and mouth at your entrance.

You desperately held onto the edge of the counter for support, spilling his name over and over again, while Gojo cheekily thrust his tongue into you for a taste before he redirected his attention to your clit again.

The coil in your core seemed to harden and become undone at the same time and another flick of Gojo’s tongue made you scream as you jerked up as you finally hit your high. Juices spilled out of your cunt and you buried your flushed face in your hands while your entire body was convulsing in ecstasy.

Gojo made sure to keep his grip on you so you wouldn’t slide down from the counter, licking his soiled lips. Once he was sure that your breathing calmed down a bit he gently stroked away a couple of stray strands of hair and smirked, “Told ya you weren’t in the need of any enhancement, babe. You’re to die for~”

Still concentrating on your oxygen intake you were feeling rather overwhelmed with everything that had played out just now. It took a bit of bargaining with yourself to search for Gojo’s gaze again, but when your eyes met you immediately noticed the mixture of hunger and smug complacency in his. He had gotten you good, but you decided you weren’t going to leave before payback.

And so you cocked your brow up and smirked, “I admit you lived up to your word, Gojo. Mind if we take round two to the bedroom?”

A grin.

“Not at all, princess,” Gojo replied and picked you up bridal style to carry you off into his chamber.

Gojo’s bedroom was dark. Both furniture and bedding were either held in a dark grey or black and the shades were lowered. When Gojo let you down on the bed you took a look around and tended your head slightly at the unexpected interior.

You were torn out of your thoughts when you heard Gojo unbuckle his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper and turned back to see him in his whole glory.

His member was definitely on the larger side, but you were happy to see it came short of what you knew would be painful to insert. It had a nice girth and was slightly tended to the right, the tip glistening with pre-cum meant for your prior endeavors. You licked your lips unconsciously, eager to feel it in you.

“Marveled at my dick enough, have we? ” Gojo smirked knowingly and reached for a condom which just happened to lie on top of his nightstand.

You nodded slightly and watched him routinely put it on, before you pulled him on top of the bed and ravished his mouth with yours. He had deserved your undivided attention after making true of his promise and you were way past the stage of having any second thoughts.

Gojo curled his lips against yours, easily positioning himself on top of you while his hands were suddenly all over your body. It seemed like he wanted to leave his touch on every inch of your being and honestly? At this very moment you didn’t mind if he did.

The energy between the two of you grew hotter by the minute and you gasped for breath when he readjusted your hips so his member was prodding against your entrance.

“Last chance, (Y/N)…hng~”

The strain in his voice did it for you and you brushed a fleeting kiss on his cheek on your way to his ear, “Take me already, Satoru!”

A deep groan reverberated in Gojo’s upper body at the mention of his first name and he penetrated you in a swift, smooth motion, making both of you moan with pleasure.

He gave you a moment before he moved, offering the opportunity to get used to his considerable size before he started moving at a cheeky pace. Something had just clicked between the two of you and you moved against him as if you had never done anything else in your life. It felt liberating. It felt right. . .

A couple many minutes and exchanges of ecstasy later.

You were laying sprawled half-way over Gojo while he lazily played with your slightly damp hair. After your last round he had suggested a shower since you technically still had a train to catch and you thought it a good idea.

If you hadn’t stopped him, you would’ve also stained his bathroom with his name. Who would’ve thought that his infinite also applied to sexual stamina? But then again, it was Gojo who you were talking about.

You weren’t quite sure how this session was going to change your relationship with Gojo in the future, but you definitely didn’t regret going through with it.

You shuffled slightly on the bed and stretched slightly, “Mh, what’s the time?”

“Hn, ten past two,” Gojo replied with a raspy, yet slightly amused voice.

Ten past two. Ten past two. The bullet train back to Kyoto you were supposed to board was leaving at half past two!

You jumped out of the bed, hurriedly reaching for your clothes.

“FUCK!”

“Any time, (Y/N)”

You shot Gojo another glare, painfully aware that he had to have known.

Gojo only gifted you a wink and grinned, “If you are going to be as nice to me as you were just now the next time we meet, I might be willing to help you out, (Y/N)~”

You cursed the day you were born. Actually, no. You cursed the day Gojo Satoru was born to torment your existence.,

[1kook]

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→ How was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend?  GENRE eventual smut, minor angst WARNINGS mentions of porn, mentions of sex, mentions of dicks, just jk having dumb thoughts tbh  OTHER volleyball player jk, student council pres oc, childhood friends to lovers, besties to lovers, realization of crushes, there is one (1) cheek kiss 😐 RATING m (18+) WC 1.3k

NOTES (!) i did a follow up!!! this is rlly easy bc its like. dumb. the storyline is p simple so its become therapeutic 😐 anywayyy lemme know what u think !!

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The first step to initiating sex is a kiss— right?

Jungkook doesn’t even know anymore. All the porns he’s seen start at weird points in the progression, the first kiss somewhere between when the clothing comes off and when the penis holder shoves their cock in. Did he kiss you now, or was he supposed to wait?

That is, can Jungkook even muster the balls to kiss you? 

He doesn’t know, and when he sits up in front of you, knees against yours, does he come to a new shocking realization: the two of you have never kissed. For as long as Jungkook has known you, there has never been a kiss shared between you two. Not a single experimental phase, surprise mistletoe, not even a dare. Jungkook and you have never kissed, so it only makes sense that the idea of kissing right now has him pausing before he can even try. 

“Uh,” he says, all his years of grammar classes running down the drain when you sit up perkily, a gleam of excitement in your eye. “Tomorrow,” Jungkook chokes out, hurriedly bouncing off your bed before you can even process his words. 

By the time you’ve gotten up, he’s standing at the door with his bag slung over one shoulder, foot shoved into his shoe. “You’re leaving?” you ask, and scare the living daylights out of Jungkook when you suddenly reach for the sleeve of his shirt, successfully halting his hasty departure with one gentle tug alone. 

Jungkook’s face feels like it’ll burn up at this rate, and his brain screams at him to stop being so weird. You were his best friend, for goodness sake, something like this was bound to happen at some point or another. Right? His heart thunders in his chest, and when your eyes soften for the briefest moment, warm and familiar again, Jungkook relaxes. 

“I have practice,” he says casually, tugging the strap of his bag further over his shoulder. Inside, his shoes are shuffled around with his water bottle and practice clothes. “We need more than an hour to do that kind of stuff,” he jokes, but Jungkook isn’t even sure if what he’s saying is true. When that girl had jacked him off at that party—you know, the party—he can’t remember it lasting more than fifteen minutes. To be fair, it had been the first time someone had ever touched him, so maybe it was just because of his inexperience. 

And that brings him back to the same dilemma: how on earth is he supposed to rock your world when he’s never even had sex before?

Before Jungkook can dissolve into a self-induced puddle of panic, you’re letting him go. “Okay,” you say, always so sweet and understanding. You had to be if you were the president of the whatever-council (he’s pretty sure it’s the student council). It should be Jungkook who is this composed, not you. It should be Jungkook who leans forward, presses his lips against your cheek— not you! 

But as it stands, it is you who leans forward, soft lips pressed flush against his cheek, only an inch away from his lips. Your proximity has the overwhelming scent of, well, you fanning over him; fabric softener, lotion, perfume, all of it. “Oh,” Jungkook says, sounding like a total dweeb. The departure of your lips from his skin produces a soft smooching sound, straight from the movies, and Jungkook’s heart lodges itself into his throat when you meet his gaze with a sweet smile. 

And then the door is falling shut and Jungkook is bolting down the hallway, through the campus, and into the gym. He looks and feels insane, the emptiness of the gymnasium a blatant reminder that he was in fact a little too early. Serves him right for chickening out. But a second longer in your presence and he’s almost certain he would have died from heart complications. 

It’s only when he stares out over the gymnasium floor, devoid of any human life, that the gravity of his actions truly hit him. And they hit him hard. Like a city bus skidding across an icy road towards an intersection, Jungkook is suddenly hit full force with the stark realization that he has just prepositioned his friend of nearly fifteen years for sex. While being a virgin. 

“God,” he groans, throwing his bag against the nearest wall. It hits it with a dull thud, sliding down to the floor sadly. Jungkook follows. 

It would be nice to have some common sense every once in a while, to actually use the brain lodged up in his head. Why on earth had he thought offering himself up for sex to you, of all people, would be something easy? Sure, Jungkook as a virgin had some expectations of what sex would be like; deep down inside, he’s always known it won’t be exactly like in porn, there would be some disappointing things and some absolutely amazing things. But those were his own expectations to bear, the end results something that personally wouldn’t weigh down on him too much. 

But now… now Jungkook will have to come face to face with your expectations, that of which he absolutely can’t let down. What if you think his dick is small? What if cums too soon? What if you can’t get turned on by him? What if, at the end of it all, you don’t want to be Jungkook’s friend anymore?

The last thought has him sullenly sinking down further against the wall, chin pressed to his chest, as he mulls over any potential options. It would be weird (at least in Jungkook’s mind) to call it off now, especially after seeing how excited you’d gotten. As your best friend, Jungkook lived by an unspoken, strict code of conduct, that of which dictated that promises between best friends were not meant to be broken. It was the highest offense. 

But how was Jungkook supposed to rock your virgin world if he was a virgin? 

Faintly, he can still feel your puckered lips pressed against his cheek, and he mindlessly raises a hand up to brush his fingers against the skin. It makes him blush, remembering that sweet gaze you’d looked at him with. It’s the same one you used to give him when you were younger, the slightly proud, really content gaze whenever he did his homework before coming over, when he won a game against your rival middle school, when he first walked into a Victoria’s Secret with you when you were both sixteen. “You’re doing amazing, Koo,” you always teased and giggled, the sound gradually mellowing out over the years. 

Just a couple weeks ago he remembers hearing the sound from the bottom of a ladder, dragged into decorating the student center with you for the new school year straight out of practice. He had been tired, so absolutely drained from the drills that day, but it was impossible to say no when you had caught him across the student center, eyes lighting up at the mere sight of Jungkook’s sweaty form. 

“I’m running for student president this year,” you had told him (so it was the student council), the tall windows that lined the building’s walls allowing a ray of sunlight to settle down over you. It had made Jungkook halt for a second, heartbeat skipping one dangerous beat when you descended down, placed a hand on his shoulder the closer you got. “Vote for me, please?” 

“Yeah,” he had breathed, felt like the entire world was too small to fit the growing feeling in his chest. 

And it’s with that memory that Jungkook reaches his third and final realization of the afternoon, an accumulation of all the prior ones: how was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend? 

“Oh… fuck,” he groans, slumping down until he’s practically sprawled over the floor, startling Namjoon and Jimin as they enter the gymnasium. Jimin scolds him for scaring them, but Jungkook is so deep in his wallowing that he barely hears. 

He was in trouble.

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[lovinkiri]

Random but I’d like to request Taishiro, Kirishima, Mirio, and Sero reacting to some scrub try and hit on their gf and she keeps telling him that she’s taken and not interested. Just cuz they’re sweet asf doesn’t mean they won’t mess up a bitch 👊🏾🗿

Don't Want No Scrub

Author's Thoughts: Sorry! I know it isn't quite what you wanted, but this was the best I could do! Another one that reminds me of a song 🎶I don't want no scrub, a scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me🎶

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

You guys were on a date when it happened.

And he walked away for one minute to answer an important phone call

And that's when this guy approached you

You watched as he tried to spit game, his friend in the driving seat of the car waiting impatiently

And of course, you told him no, mentioning you had a boyfriend

"I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend, sorry."

But he wouldn't back off, saying that he could show you a better time

Of course you snapped at him, letting him know that he best leave before Tai gets back

Thats when Taishiro returned, scaring the absolute shit out of this guy

The boyfriend you talked about was Fatgum?

The pro hero?

Him?

He's suddenly takes back everything he said

You don't know Taishiro heard quite a bit of it. The guy talked so damn loud.

And with a deadly calm smile on both of your faces, Tai finally spoke.

"You heard the lady. Shoo."

Eijirou Kirishima

The two of you had left your dorms

Like Taishiro, he'd taken you on a date

The only difference?

The guy had the nerve to flirt with you.. with Eijirou sitting right across from you

He was your waiter and you was being very friendly

Too friendly

The both of you noticed, but neither brought it up

It did successfully make parts of your date awkward though.

And when the two of you were just wrapping up, he offered you his number

Before Eijirou could speak, you faked a smile.

"I've kissed him at least ten times and you've been staring so much that there's no way you didn't notice."

He only pushed on, laughing and looking at Eijirou in disbelief.

"That guy? Seriously?"

And you weren't having it.

"I. Don't. Want. You. You're not even a good waiter, let alone a good date."

You start to list every single example of rude service he'd shown you guys

Kirishima watched with a smirk, chiming in every once in a while.

By the time you finished, he'd gotten suspended from work.

As for you and Eijirou, you got complimentary coupons!

Mirio Togata

You were waiting for Mirio at the library, as he needed some help studying.

And the guy approaches you.

You can tell what his intentions are immediately and you try to ignore his presence, instead focusing on your book.

Then he starts speaking and you really don't wanna be rude, so you humor him.

Bad idea, he takes a seat next to you.

Then he's bragging about how much money he has, how he had enough to take care of a girl like you.

You shake your head and shoot him down gently.

"I'm taken, so.."

Then he pulls out his phone.

"Yeah? Look at this. Can your boyfriend come close to owning anything like this?"

"Look, I said I'm taken. I'm not interested in-"

You look at the photo.. Then burst out in laughter.

He's looking at you confused and looks at the picture himself.

And you watch as Mirio walks over and looks at the picture from behind the car.

Mirio tilts his head confused.

"Hey, is that my car?"

And you laugh harder at the guys failed attempt at lying.

And slowly, it all clicks with Mirio.

"Wait, did he..?"

And now he's laughing.

You both got kicked out for being too loud, long story short.

You and Mirio talking about how he "should've walked away" when you turned him down.

And you were right.

Hanta Sero

You were just out doing errands, nothing special.

And the guy approaches you with so much confidence in what he's about to do, you already feel kinda bad.

He immediately starts with the compliments.

"You know, you're really sexy."

You just smile at him politely.

Then he quickly asks for your number.

You decline and tell him you're taken, but he doesn't let up.

Stubborn as a rock.

"Look, I have a boyfriend, okay?"

"You're talking to a future billionaire babe. You're gonna wanna take my number."

He notices your interests and goes on to talk about how he's living with his parents until he wins the lottery.

And you're just about done when he finishes.

You try to go but he stops you and thus time demands your number.

"I said no. I'm not interested, okay? Just fuck off."

Unknowingly, Sero was on a patrol and just so happened to see you guys.

And he didn't like spying, but he was curious on how you'd react.

Not because he didn't trust you, if course. He wanted to see how you'd shut him down.

But seeing as how the guy wasn't backing off..

Sero jumped down, using his tape to hang Spiderman style.

"I'd screw off if I were you."

He surprised the both of you, but you collected yourself quickly.

"Hanta!"

You laughed and leaned forward, the both of you sharing a quick kiss.

When you pulled away, the guy was gone.

There was no way he was going against a hero for his girl.

[zhanyes]

Tianshan dating headcannons because i also love these two dumbasses too

Also dedicated to @el-mundo-real who requested tianshan headcannons 🖤

. . .

- Literally no one knows whether they’re dating or not. Not even themselves because they don’t talk about it

- Jian yi thinks they’re dating already and Zhengxi says they’re still getting there (somehow they’re both right) and they make a bet

- He tian likes staying over at Mo’s and he’s gotten pretty close to mama Mo

- Mama Mo teaches him how to knit !! He tried to knit a scarf for Mo but it came out a little messy and tangled. Mo still wears it anyway saying it’s a waste of yarn if not used (He’s actually really touched)

- He eats dinner there about 5 times a week and sleeps over thrice a week. He’s a permanent fixture in the house now, he has his own plate and mug, utensils, toothbrush, a spare key, and more than half of his closet migrated to Mo’s closet

- Sometimes Mo “accidentally” wears He tian’s sweaters and He tian dies a little bit every time

- Sometimes He tian deliberately wears Mo’s clothes and it’s always tighter and a bit shorter on his body so when he moves his arms the shirt rides up. Mo guanshan shouts at him to change and to stop contaminating his clothes but his ears are red anyway

- They bicker A LOT. Over the smallest things because He tian loves riling him up and Mo gets riled up too easily

He tian, for the 7th time in 5 minutes: “What does this thing do?”

Mo guanshan, losing his mind: “THAT’S A FUCKING MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT DO?!”

- There are times when homicide is the best option

Mo Guanshan: “I acknowledge that I can be mean sometimes-”

He tian, in the bathtub: “Sometimes?”

Mo Guanshan: “Shut the fuck up. So I brought you a bath bomb as a peace offering.”

He tian: “That’s a fucking toaster.”

Mo guanshan: “Exactly. A bath bomb.”

- Contrary to what his actions say, Mo guanshan is actually relieved that He tian spends most of his time in their apartment. He tian never told him but he can see how lonely the other teenager is

- Mo guanshan tries to teach He tian chores because He tian knows nothing about cleaning or doing everyday things

Mo guanshan: “How the fuck do you not know how to wash dishes where the hell do you eat?!”

He tian, drinking milk straight out the carton: “Obviously on plates, Momo. I just throw them away after.”

Mo guanshan, sputtering: “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THROW OUT PLATES?!”

- The first and only recipe that He tian managed to cook successfully is instant noodles with boiled egg that’s not quite cooked enough. Sometimes he brings Mo noodles as breakfast in bed and he looks so proud of it Mo has a hard time saying that the noodles are overcooked and that noodles aren’t exactly breakfast food (he eats it anyway)

- Mo sometimes, only sometimes, brings He tian grocery shopping because he needs to learn how to buy food for himself. Somehow He tian always ends up in the miscellaneous section where he has a pack of ballpens he’ll never use, 2 journals he’ll also never use, a couple of scented candles, various dog clothes and leashes for the dog he doesn’t have, a couple’s mug, and a vase in his cart

- He tian stopped trying to barge into Mo guanshan’s bed and sleeps on the futon on the floor beside it. It’s not the most comfortable and he had a hard time sleeping on it at first but he likes being in Mo’s company even while sleeping

- Sometimes Mo would move in his sleep and leave his arm dangling on the side of the bed, He tian grabs it of course and Mo wakes up to sweaty palms. He still leaves it for a few moments before harshly slapping away He tian’s hand

- Mo’s hands aren’t smooth at all because of working all the time and practicing the guitar but He tian loves them all the same. He likes to feel the contrast in textures with his slightly smoother hands

- He tian has a thousand pictures of Mo guanshan sleeping in various angles and poses. He has his favorites framed and keeps it on his bedside table in his apartment so when he’s sleeping there he still feels like they’re sleeping together

- Mo guanshan has a few of He tian sleeping but he swears up and down that he'll never do anything as disgusting as that. He makes one of them his wallpaper.

- Sometimes when they don’t feel like sleeping yet they stay up talking and arguing about random things

Mo guanshan: “Why would aliens be in space? The ocean is definitely the way to go.”

He tian: “But why would they be in the ocean? They’ll drown.”

Mo guanshan: “They’re aliens maybe they have gills or some shit.”

He tian: “I’m telling you they’re not in the ocean, Mo.”

Mo guanshan: “And I’m telling you you’re wrong, bastard.”

- On rare days they would stay up talking about their pasts and about life in general, with the lights closed and the only source of light is the moonlights from the window

- One of these nights, Mo told He tian about what happened to his dad and their restaurant, why they’re in so much debt over it and He tian holds Mo’s hand tightly throughout

- He knew better than to say that he could pay for that debt so Mo doesn’t need to worry anymore (He still says it anyway and Mo blew a fuse) but he swore to help Mo through other means

- The next day he orders a whole carton of mangoes, apples and peaches in his apartment and learns how to peel properly through youtube and Zhengxi

- He goes to Mo’s part time job in the grocery and helps him peel fruits, Mo guanshan doesn’t mention anything when he notices the bandaids on the other’s hands but he does cook him beef stew for dinner

- As expected He tian’s presence brings more customers and the manager asks if he wants to work there permanently but he said he’s only working for Mo so the manager can give Mo a raise instead

- Once, Mo got sick so he missed his part time job for the day (He was supposed to give away flyers on the streets) and got extra pissy because He tian didn’t visit him and wouldn’t answer his phone 

- Apparently He tian took over his job for the day and he only finds out when he goes to the manager and the manager asks when his ‘boyfriend’ can come back to work again because the customers love him

- He tian almost never talks about himself but once he talked about the puppy who disappeared after he saves it and then found out that it’s still alive after all these years

- Mo keeps quiet about it the whole time he was talking and the next few days he takes time to knit a small dog plushie and leaves it on He tian’s futon

- He tian didn’t cry, he didn’t (he did), but he hugged Mo and whispered a sincere thank you. For once, Mo lets it happen

- Mo quickly regrets his decision when He tian names the plushie “Chicken sandwich”

- He tian brings Mo in a lot of not-dates (according to Mo) like arcades, ocean parks, festivals, and fairs because he didn’t get to go as a kid and he wants to experience it for the first time with Mo

- They get crazy competitive in every game. Every. Single. One. If it’s a co-op shooting game they would compete on who kills the most enemies, if it’s a harmless crane game it becomes a competition of who can get the most plushies

- They both each have a photobooth strip. Mo keeps his as a bookmarker in a journal, and He tian has his in the back of his phone.

- They go on a double not-date with Jian yi and Zhengxi and it ends up in almost getting chased by a police car at 2 am in pokemon onesies and holding a bag of chips 

- Sometimes Mo would visit his dad in prison and just rant to him about He tian

Mo guanshan: “The nerve of that guy to do something like that in front of a teacher urgh.”

Papa Mo: “Your boyfriend sounds like a fun guy, son. I want to meet him soon.”

Mo guanshan: “BO-BOYFRIEND?!”

Papa Mo: “Yes???”

Mo guanshan: “No??? That bastard isn’t my boyfriend??”

Papa Mo: “Are you sure about that?”

Mo guanshan: “...Yes?”

- Enter gay panique because he doesn’t actually know whether He tian is his boyfriend or not

- They don’t call each other boyfriends and they never talked about it so no??? But they’re also not just friends so maybe??? Do they go on dates?? Can grocery trips be considered dates??

- He rings up Jian yi and the blonde just laughed for 5 minutes straight without stopping and he wonders how he’s still breathing

Mo Guanshan, after hearing Jian yi laughing for 5 minutes: “Are you fucking done?”

Jian yi, trying to catch his breath: “Man this is some top-tier entertainment.”

Mo guanshan: “WELL?!”

Jian yi: “Look bro literally no one knows whether you’re dating, fucking, planning each other’s murder OR planning a murder together.”

Mo guanshan: “What if it’s all of the above?”

Jian yi: “Then congratulations…? Please don’t murder me?”

Mo guanshan: “Urgh you’re fucking useless I should have called Zhengxi.”

Jian yi: “Wait don’t, I don’t wanna lose the bet. How about this, there’s a festival upcoming for couples and families, if He tian asks you then you’re probably, maybe, dating?”

Mo guanshan: “That’s stupid. AND WHAT BET?!”

Jian yi: “Ah woops gotta water my dog.”

- Mo tells himself that it’s stupid and there’s no way he’s falling for that...but he feels disappointed anyway when He tian doesn’t ask him the following days

- He tian asks on the last day before the festival, but he asks mama Mo first and Mo guanshan second cuz he wants to celebrate with both of them. He confessed that he’s never actually went to a festival with a family before so he was trying to build up courage to ask

- Mo guanshan is an absolute goner after that

- On the day of the festival, they find Zhanyi there on a date but decide to leave them alone. While they were leaving Jian yi kept throwing Mo guanshan so much winks that Zhengxi thought he got something in his eye

- The festival was fun but Mo couldn’t take his eyes off how happy and content He tian looks

- Queue cliche fireworks scene but it’s He tian being amazed by the fireworks and Mo looking mesmerized at him thinking, “Ah, I want him to look at me like that.”

- The next day, he drags He tian to visit his dad in jail

Papa mo: “Oh this is a surprise, you’ve never brought someone before?”

He tian, trying to introduce himself: “Hello, sir. I’m He tian, Mo guanshan’s fri-”

Mo guanshan, cuts him off: “Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend, dad.”

He tian: