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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year

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Mᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴛ. 3 - ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ// 18+ MDNI!!!!

Warnings: Physical Abuse, violence, murder, P in V intercourse, Oral (m. Receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cervix kissing, afab! Mute reader! [Reader suffers from ptsd] Mental abuse. Infidelity, exhibition if you squint.

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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There you stood in the silk gown that gracefully fell down your body. Diamond earrings dangling from their hooks and a matching necklace to go along. You could feel the stares and whispers about the how you looked or simply about how Lord h/l/n has chosen a lovely wife for him to parade around.

They were jealous or maybe envious. Either way it didn't matter to your husband. It didn't matter to him because you were his. Nobody else's.

He would show you off for the world to see, but tonight was a special night. He was gonna show a certain someone exactly what he was missing!

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You watched the way your husband conversed with his associates and colleagues. He still held his everyday stoic expression, but conversed amongst them.

Sipping your glass if champagne, you walked around the room admiring the decor the servants displayed throughout the ball room. The insignia of your husband's organization was painted in huge bold lettering on the floor.

Three perfectly lined crystal chandeliers hung, lighting up the room. An assortment of food and sweets was lined on the back wall, as well as a bar placed adjacently agaisnt the corner.

Your skin prickled. Someone was watching you - and you could feel all their exasperation, which you couldn't think of why? You hadn't done anything to anyone. Let alone spoken to them.

Only a select few were graced by your soft and seductive voice - or so, your husband liked to say. You took another sip of your drink trying to take the nerves away.

"Well look at you. All prim and proper, dressing the part." An all to familiar voice spoke from behind you. This voice was definitely something you didn't want to hear ever again.

Fear and dread filled you. Reliving the most traumatic experience you've ever had. As you faced him, you got a good look at what was once the love of your life, but now, you realized how wrong you were. His eyes was sullen and held bags under them. He was alot thinner too and his skin was a sickly pale. He was dying.

You once cared for him sure, but it wasn't love. It never got to blossom into that. Instead it turned into fear. You'd never give him the time of day ever again.

Clearing your throat, you did a quick look around. Your husband was no where in sight, leaving you in an even more distressed state.

He'd never left you alone before and him choosing to not be present anywhere in the room made you mad, and scared. "Your little sugar daddy is occupied." Dan spoke out, noticing your distress.

"You know it's all a lie right you'll never be good enough for him. For anyone. He doesn't fucking love you. Your a pet to be displayed on his arm. That's what everyone is saying anyway-"

"Even though you broke my fuckin heart, I would still take you back y/n, you should just, come back to me." In all reality, Dan knew the truth. He let his jealousy and rage take over. Resulting in him losing the best thing his had. You

You tried finding your voice but you felt it quickly fading. All the work that your husband had put in just to even get you to speak, and you were allowing this man to make you go backwards.

He went to speak again, but one of the servants called for your attention. "Lord h/l/n is requesting your audience ma'am."

Flittering away from the past as quickly as you could, you marched towards his office.

When you arrived, you seen your husband having a glass of whisky with his subordinates, but upon your arrival, they all said their goodbyes, and headed back to the party

"Enjoying yourself dear?" He asked. You gave a stiff nod hoping that he wouldn't notice your distress, but that was impossible. This man knew you better than anyone - better than yourself.

"What's wrong?" Again, you just shook your head. The words failing to leave your lips. By now you were sure he noticed something was wrong with you. He took slow calculated steps towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His eyes narrow into slits as he examined you, trying to find anything abnormal. "Why won't you speak?" He racks his brain for a probable cause of what could make you so meek.

Just earlier you were fine, and the only time he'd ever seen you like this was when you first started to speak but was still to scared to voice your concerns and opinions.

The other was when . . . "Was is Dan?" He asked you suddenly. "Tch - of course it was. What did he say to you?"

"N-nothing, he-he just - is it true what they say?"

"What are you talking about?"

The tears you had been holding in began to fall from you freely. "Am I just your pet that you parade around. Like your charity case?"

You know you shouldn't have let Dan's words get to you, but your insecurities were stronger than your will. Its not like you haven't questioned whether or not your husband loved you. Truly loved you.

"Have I ever made you feel like a charity case y/n? - have I ever rushed or forced you to be presented in a way you never liked?" Irritation now laced his voice. You shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't be the reason you were. You trembled a little, but still said no.

"Exactly. So just because Dan decided to show up does that mean everything I've done for you mean it's a lie?"

Again you responded no. He caressed your face, sliding down his hand down until it gripped your neck.

"Must I show you every time?" He pulled you in for a deep penetrating kiss - one that led to many other things in his office once again.

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"Come in" The door clicked open and footsteps thumped the floorboards under their souls.

"What are you doing here?" H/N asked whomever he was speaking to. He was looking over a few papers before he decided he wanted to head back over to the party. "Nice party your having, but it's sad to see the host is not present."

Dan's voice rang out through the room. He was looking around the place. Trying to find anything valuable that he could take. "When business is booming, sometimes you have to-"

He pauses for a moment. Clearing his throat and adjusting himself before continuing. "- To work when it isn't convenient."

Dan analyzed his former partner. A bead trickling down his forehead and a light tint to his cheeks and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"What's up with you?" Dan asked him. He had never seen this man so flustered. The only other expression he seemed to hold was neutral and anger.

"Nothing, what do you want." He proceeded to say. What's wrong is the repetitive stroking of your tongue on his cock (ee I hate this word) what's wrong was the fact he had to hold back just mere seconds from fucking your face and having the best climax in the world.

He was trying to keep his cool but once you started to stroke him with sucking on his balls he couldn't help but sweat. His nails digging in his palms.

"Oh nothing. Came to see an old friend."

You could tell your husband was getting fed up and honestly so were you. "I don't have time for games, get on with your constantly procrastination." He was close - you could tell by the way his balls tightened in your hand.

You go to stroke him again but hesitated with his next choice of words. "How is she? Tired of her yet?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. You could even imagine his stupid little smirk.

You were tired of it - you were tired of him and his constantly bullying bullshit! You've had enough.

A snap of fingers and more footsteps fall into the room. Your husband is stunned to see you rising from your spot beneath his desk. You don't know where you got this courage from, but it felt good. Dan and the guards all had shocked expressions on their faces.

It was you who had snapped for them to come in.

"Take him downstairs so I can finish what we started, and then you can ask him if he's tired of me yet."

Dan's face looked completely taken over. He hadn't heard your voice in years and to hear it now did something to him - meanwhile your husband's dick throbbed even harder with need from thr scene before him.

So he decided to add a little to moment. "Well you her my lady. Take him away" and just like that, Dan was dragged away like the trash he is.

"Now where were we my love?"

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leeprtt · 5 months

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Unspoken connotations

Summary: Daisuke Kambe, a reserved and wealthy detective, finds himself drawn to Y/N, a spirited woman enamored with the world of street racing. Their paths cross unexpectedly at a racing event, leading to a series of encounters marked by unspoken connections and shared moments.

WC: 3k

It was a chilly night, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and excitement. I had been observing Y/N's race when a sudden turn of events led to our first interaction. Her car came to an abrupt stop beside me, the roar of the engines dying down as she removed her helmet, revealing her long brown hair and striking green eyes.

"Detective Kambe," she spoke, her voice calm yet tinged with an edge of curiosity. "What brings you to our little racing world?"

Her gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her beauty was undeniable – long brown locks framing her face, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead, and captivating green eyes that held a story untold.

Caught off guard by her directness, I collected myself. "I'm merely an enthusiast of fast cars and the allure of the night," I replied, my tone calculated yet genuine.

She offered a coy smile, a subtle hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Enthusiast or detective, which one is it, Detective Kambe?" Her words, laced with a touch of challenge, hinted at her awareness of my dual identity.

For a brief moment, our eyes met, and in that fleeting exchange, I felt a connection – an unspoken understanding that transcended the roles we found ourselves in.

As she put her helmet back on, readying herself for another race, I couldn't help but be captivated by her demeanor, her allure, and the mystery that surrounded her.

Little did I know, that brief encounter would mark the beginning of a journey, a slow unraveling of our intertwined fates, where lines between duty and affection would blur, and a forbidden connection would blossom in the midst of secrets and speed.

Haru Kato, my steadfast friend and colleague, invited me for a night out, hoping to lighten my spirits amidst the weight of my undercover investigations. As we sat in the bustling bar, my attention inadvertently drifted to the far corner where she was - Y/N, surrounded by her group of friends, laughter and energy radiating from their table.

"Daisuke, you seem distracted tonight," Kato remarked, noticing my gaze fixated across the room.

I hesitated, torn between the complexities of my emotions and the professional facade I was accustomed to. "It's nothing, Kato. Just caught up in my thoughts."

He followed my line of sight and, recognizing the subject of my distraction, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Ah, I see. It's the street racer, isn't it?"

Caught off guard by his astuteness, I attempted to dismiss it. "There's no connection, Kato. It's part of my investigation."

Kato chuckled knowingly. "Investigation or not, you're smitten, my friend. Why not go over there and talk to her? Life's too short to miss chances."

His words lingered, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts within me. Reluctance intertwined with curiosity, and before I could ponder further, Kato nudged me in the direction of Y/N's table.

"You're Detective Kambe, remember?" he encouraged. "Confidence is your forte."

With a mixture of trepidation and resolve, I approached her table. As I drew nearer, her eyes met mine, an unspoken recognition sparking between us.

"Mind if I join you?" I spoke, attempting to mask the flutter of nerves beneath my composed facade.

Her friends exchanged glances, amused by the unexpected intrusion, yet Y/N's gaze held a hint of curiosity tinged with a touch of familiarity.

"Sure, take a seat," she replied, a subtle hint of intrigue woven in her words.

In that moment, amidst the clinks of glasses and distant chatter, our worlds collided - a detective and a street racer, their paths intertwining in an unexpected encounter that would set the stage for a journey fraught with complexities, desire, and a magnetic pull neither could deny.

The next day dawned with an air of restlessness lingering around Daisuke Kambe. Despite his day off from work, thoughts of Y/N occupied every corner of his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade. Determined to break free from the grip of her presence, he embarked on a series of distractions.

He attempted to bury himself in routine tasks, hoping to drown out the echo of her laughter and the memory of their brief encounter. Cleaning became his refuge, the meticulous arrangement of his lavish home a mere attempt to impose order upon the chaos swirling within him.

Every surface gleamed under his careful touch, yet the tranquility that usually accompanied such meticulousness eluded him today. As he meticulously arranged his belongings, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - her laughter, her eyes, and the inexplicable pull she seemed to have on him.

With each task completed, he found himself standing in the stillness of his impeccably arranged home, the silence echoing the turmoil of his thoughts. The memory of her smile lingered, disrupting the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

The day unfolded into a string of failed distractions, each attempt to occupy his mind proving futile. Y/N's presence lingered in the spaces between his thoughts, her essence seeping into the very fabric of his being.

Despite his efforts to distance himself, he couldn't deny the magnetism that drew him to her, a force stronger than reason, stronger than duty. She had ignited a spark within him, one that refused to be extinguished, setting ablaze a yearning he struggled to comprehend.

As the day waned and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Daisuke Kambe found himself standing by the window, gazing into the fading light, a silent admission resonating within him - he couldn't escape the allure of Y/N, nor could he resist the pull that urged him to seek her out once more.

Y/N could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she prepared for the night's race. The stakes were high; important people had put their bets on her, and failure wasn't an option. With each passing second, the anticipation and pressure grew.

As the starting signal pierced the air, she surged ahead, navigating the city streets with the precision of a seasoned racer. The familiar rush of speed coursed through her, but amidst the exhilaration, thoughts of Daisuke Kambe infiltrated her mind, a distraction she hadn't anticipated.

Her focus wavered as memories of their brief encounter swirled within her, causing her to miss a crucial turn. Panic surged through her, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Her error cost her the lead, effectively taking her out of the race.

The screeching halt of her car marked the end of her hopes for victory, but she remained undeterred. Stepping out of the vehicle, she faced the consequences of her misstep. The air was thick with tension as demands for the return of bets grew more aggressive, the weight of impending trouble pressing down upon her.

Just as the situation seemed dire and the crowd closed in around her, a familiar presence intervened. Through the chaos, Daisuke emerged, a beacon of calm amidst the storm.

"Is there a problem here?" his voice resonated with authority, cutting through the tension.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, relief flooding through her. She found herself at a loss for words as Daisuke, with his unwavering presence, shielded her from the encroaching trouble.

With an air of effortless authority, he diffused the escalating situation, his mere presence commanding respect. The demands for money quieted down, and a sense of calm settled over the chaotic scene.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and the flickering city lights, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and an unfamiliar warmth toward Daisuke, a realization that his presence seemed to bring a sense of safety and reassurance she hadn't known she needed.

As Daisuke drove Y/N home that night, a sense of quiet understanding settled between them. The night enveloped them in a calming silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car's engine and the soft notes of music playing in the background.

"Thank you for the ride, Daisuke," Y/N spoke softly as they approached her house.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she stepped out of the car.

Before she disappeared into her house, he spoke up, "I'll be at your next race."

A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but a smile curved at the corner of her lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, Detective Kambe."

With a nod and a subtle smile, she disappeared into her home, leaving Daisuke to watch her until she was safely inside.

As he made his way back to his own residence, thoughts of their brief conversation lingered in his mind. Once inside, he noticed a piece of paper on the dashboard, a hastily scribbled number – her number.

A smile crept onto his face as he realized she'd left it for him. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent her a text, a simple message confirming their encounter at the next race.

In the following days, Daisuke found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N's world of speed and thrill. While his days were consumed with work, whenever he had a chance, he couldn't resist watching her races. Her unparalleled skill and finesse on the tracks captivated him, each victory leaving him in a state of silent awe.

Her eyes, illuminated with determination and passion as she crossed the finish line, held a certain allure that enticed him. It was in those moments, amidst the rush of victory, that Daisuke witnessed a glimmer of her true spirit, and it left him enchanted.

Despite the bustling energy of the racing scene, it was Y/N's post-race interactions with him that made his heart skip a beat. The way she spoke to him, her eyes reflecting a warmth that seemed reserved for him alone, had a way of lighting up his world.

Their conversations, brief yet meaningful, held a charm of their own. The camaraderie that began to blossom between them, built upon mutual respect and shared moments, left Daisuke feeling an unfamiliar sense of happiness.

He found himself eagerly anticipating their encounters, cherishing the moments when they could steal a few words amidst the chaos of the races. Her presence had become a source of solace in the whirlwind of his daily life, and the connection they shared held a promise of something more profound than he had ever anticipated.

As the days passed, Daisuke couldn't deny the impact Y/N had on him. Her passion, her unwavering spirit, and the way she effortlessly brought joy into his life began to unravel the walls around his heart, slowly weaving her way into the very fabric of his thoughts.

The pulsating energy of the racing scene subsided as Y/N stepped off the track, her expression a mix of exhilaration and fatigue. Amidst the scattered cheers and congratulatory remarks, she spotted Daisuke observing from a distance.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. As she approached him, a tired yet content smile graced her lips.

"Detective Kambe, fancy seeing you here again," she greeted, her tone playful yet tinged with a genuine warmth reserved for their interactions.

"Your performance was exceptional, as always," he complimented, a note of admiration laced in his words.

She chuckled softly. "Thank you. It's the thrill of the chase that keeps me going."

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a comfortable ease settling between them. Amidst the chatter about the night's race and the rush of emotions, they shared anecdotes and glimpses of their contrasting lives.

Daisuke found himself opening up more than usual, sharing snippets of his meticulously controlled life, while Y/N offered insights into the chaotic yet invigorating world of street racing.

Their exchanges held a certain magnetism, an unspoken understanding that transcended their different worlds. Each conversation seemed to draw them closer, weaving threads of familiarity and companionship.

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in their connection, a sentiment mirrored in the subtle smile that lingered on Daisuke's face.

Their post-race conversations had become a cherished ritual, a sanctuary amidst the bustling chaos of their individual lives, a space where their worlds intersected, if only for a brief moment.

That night as Daisuke returned home he felt a buzz in his pocket picking it up to find a message from y/n. “Can we meet at the park Wednesday?”. He immediately replied “ yes of course.” On the outside he look calm but inside he was frightened for how the night is going to go.

The city lights blurred into a gentle glow as Y/N and Daisuke strolled through the park. The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air laced with a serene calmness.

As they approached a secluded bench, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves mingled with excitement. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as they settled down, gazing up at the twinkling stars.

"Detective Kambe," she began, her voice soft, yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

He turned to her, his gaze attentive and inviting.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," Y/N continued, her eyes meeting his with a mix of hesitation and sincerity. "It's about how I feel."

Daisuke's expression remained composed, yet his eyes held a curious anticipation.

"You've become such an important part of my life," she confessed, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Your presence brings me a sense of comfort and happiness I've never known before."

She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I... I think I've developed feelings for you, Detective Kambe."

Silence lingered between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Y/N waited with bated breath, uncertain of his reaction.

Daisuke, ever composed, held her gaze with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. His response was measured yet genuine.

"Y/N, your presence in my life has been... unexpected yet profound," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've brought a sense of joy and understanding that I've come to cherish."

A serene silence settled between them, the twinkling stars overhead providing a gentle backdrop to the vulnerable moment they shared.

Their unspoken feelings hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between them, each aware of the uncharted territory their hearts had entered.

The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air filled with a sense of vulnerability and anticipation. Y/N's heart raced, unsure of how Daisuke would respond to her confession.

"You've given me a perspective I never knew existed," Daisuke continued, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "Your passion, your dedication – they've left an indelible mark on me."

He turned his gaze to the star-filled sky, as if searching for the right words amidst the constellations. "Y/N, I believe what we share is... special. Your presence has become an integral part of my life."

A subtle smile graced Y/N's lips, relief and contentment washing over her. The weight of unspoken emotions had found a voice, weaving a connection between them stronger than mere words could convey.

Their eyes met again, a silent understanding passing between them. In the soft glow of the night, under the canopy of stars, a fragile yet beautiful bond had blossomed, built upon shared moments and unspoken emotions.

As they sat in companionable silence, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the quiet symphony of their hearts beating in unison.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of triumphs and tribulations, laying bare the intricacies of their lives. As they walked, the park transformed into a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared moments.

With each step, the distance between them diminished, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a burgeoning connection. Y/N found herself drawn to the enigmatic yet compassionate nature of Daisuke, while he discovered a sense of liberation in her spirited presence.

As they paused by a secluded spot, the quietude of the night enveloped them, their gazes lingering in a shared moment of unspoken emotions. It was amidst the serenity of that night, beneath the star-studded sky, that they realized their hearts had found solace in each other's company.

The gentle breeze carried an unspoken promise, whispering secrets of a future yet to unfold. It was in that moment that they silently acknowledged the depth of their feelings, a silent vow to explore the uncharted territories of their budding relationship.

With a shared smile that spoke volumes, they knew that this moment, amidst the tranquil park and the quietude of the night, would forever remain etched in their hearts.

As they bid each other goodnight, a silent understanding lingered between them, carrying the promise of a new beginning. The park, once a simple backdrop, had now become a witness to the tender beginnings of a love story that transcended boundaries.

#daisuke kambe #balance unlimited #daisuke x reader #balance unlimited Daisuke #fanfic #slow burn #oneshot #lovers #love story #enimes to lovers #hot mess #x reader fanfiction #it’s pretty #millionaire detective #he’s so hot #no smut

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nattie-gems · 9 months

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"Fine, I'll do what you want"

#jigen daisuke #jigen daisuke x reader #lupin iii #jigen #jigen x reader #jigen lupin the third #jigen fanart #jigen daisuke smut #daisuke jigen

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morporkian-cryptid · 5 months

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Update: I'm writing Hanafuda again!!! :D

I'm doing research on travelers accommodation in Buddhist temples for a heist scene, and now I want to go back to Japan so baaaaad... 😭 Also those places usually include shared hot baths and super pretty zen gardens and an awesome traditional vegetarian meal and participating in morning prayers and meditation, and I'm gonna have to concentrate on the heist itself instead of going off on a tangent describing life at the temple. I'm not sure I can add an onsen scene but I really really want to...

#i want to because 1) i fucking love onsens and 2) perfect occasion to have goemon and jigen naked around each other (pining fuel)#and to show off jigen's tattoos #but on the other hand 1) it would make the chapter even longer and 2) i'd have to decide what surgeries trans!jigen has had #and i still haven't made a decision about that #(i will have to because SPOILERS there's gonna be a smut scene at some point)#lupin iii #daisuke jigen #goemon ishikawa #the hobbit writes #fic : hanafuda #anyway I wanna go back to Japan TT

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femme-from-hell · 10 months

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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Master List ₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺

Note: Everything so far is SFW, any content in the future that is NSFW will be labeled! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Lupin III ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

❥ Unrequited Love ❥ Gifting the Gang trinkets ❥ HCs (1) (2) ❥ Wallpapers (1) (2) (3) (4)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ LMK ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

❥ Dad! Wukong & Macaque ❥ Wallpapers (1) (2) (3)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ITSV/ATSV ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

❥ Misc Miguel O'Hara HCs (1) ❥ Girl Dad! Miguel ❥ Dilf! Miguel (NSFW)

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awoogaga · 2 years

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Jigen x fem!reader smut

Warnings: NSFW, creampie, literally just sex

"Have you ever considered being a racecar driver?" You asked, watching the police cars behind you crash as Jigen drove away after rescuing Lupins from Zenigata's clutches.

"No, too dangerous." He grunted. You scoffed.

"Oh really?" You grinned one eyebrow lifting. The edges of Jigen's mouth lifted a little, almost smirking.

"You know, Jigen has a 0.3-second quick draw, he could’ve been a professional gunman." Lupin chimed in from the back. You smiled, and your hand went to rest on Jigen's upper arm.

"Hmmm, I don't know…" You hummed. Jigen's cocked an eyebrow.

"Doubting me doll?" He teased. You shook your head.

"No, it's not that." Okay, now you had him curious.

"Then what is it?" You hesitated before speaking.

"It's selfish to say but, I'd be jealous if so many other women knew how good with your hands you are." Goemon choked in the backseat as Lupin cackled. Jigen coughed.

"That's very cute of you sweetheart. Trust me when I say I've got eyes for only you." One of Jigen's hands came off of the steering wheel to sit on your thigh. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked at him.

"Jeez, you two get a room already." Lupin teased in the back seat. You turned around to look at him.

"Well if you're willing to pay for it…" You faked shyness as you trailed off. Jigen's hand squeezed your thigh.

"Oh hohoho get your women under control Jigen," Lupin said. Jigen tsked.

"She has a point. You should get us a hotel room, we just saved your ass." Jigen didn’t mind the idea too much himself. After all, how could he object to a night alone with the woman he loved the most? Lupin groaned in the backseat.

"We're in Paris strictly on business remember?" Everyone laughed. Even Goemon let out a light chuckle.

"I don’t condone these indecent behaviors, but when have you ever been one to keep things professional Lupin?" Goemon spoke up.

"Does the name 'Fujiko' ring a bell?" You taunted. Jigen let out a noise of disgust at her name. You tapped his shoulder scoldingly.

"That's completely different. Fuji-cakes and I are soulmates." You frowned at the implication that your relationship with Jigen wasn’t serious in Lupin's eyes.

"Oh please, that woman backstabs you any chance she gets. You’re just jealous that me and (y/n) have a much more serious relationship than you two ever will." Jigen spits half-heartedly. Your grip on his arm tightened a little as you felt heat bloom in your cheeks. Lupin grumbled something about 'What would you know about women' and 'You take that back' but you were too lost in your lovesickness that you only tuned back in when Jigen finally got him to agree.

"Ah whatever" Lupin lightened up. "I'll get you your damn room, Goemon and I will just go to dinner without you two tonight."

"Thank you Lulu" you pinched his cheek. Jigen rolled his eyes as Lupin smiled mischievously.

"Of course, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I said 'no' to a lady." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes lightheartedly. The ride back to the hotel was filled with chatter, but Jigen's hand never left your thigh until he pulled into the hotel's drop-off lane. As you two got out of the car, Jigen tossed Lupin the extra keys. You grabbed onto Jigen's elbow and waved to them as they drove off.

"I missed you." You whispered to him as you leaned up to peck his lips.

"I was with you the whole time doll." He chuckled. You leaned your head against the side of his shoulder.

"You know what I mean." He smiled before wrapping an arm around your waist to shepherd you inside the lobby.

"Bonsoir. How may I help you tonight? "Do you have any suites vacant?" "Oui, and how will you be paying for it?" "Put it on room 203s tab."

You were still surprised that Jigen could speak french, but seeing that his best friend was part french, you could understand why. When the receptionist handed you your key cards you two almost ran to the elevator. On the ride up you stared, dazed at him, and when he noticed he chuckled.

"What is it mon amour?" Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. He'd seen your thighs squeeze together when he'd spoken french earlier, and he made it his goal to fluster you even further. He couldn’t blame you, he also found himself distracted when you spoke Spanish around him.

"Te Amo." It had slipped out of your lips before you had even thought about it. He reacted almost immediately, pulling you closer. He brought the hand not on your hip to bring his hat down, shielding the gentle but loving kiss that you shared from the world. No one else was in the elevator, but your heart still soared. He wanted you, and only you, to be able to witness how much he loved you. The elevator speaker let out a 'ping' as you reached your floor. Your hand slipped into his while you walked down the hall to your suite. Locking the door behind him, he took off his suit jacket while you chucked your heels to some distant corner of the room. Once you were seated on the bed, you grabbed his hand to place it on top of one of the straps of your silky dress. You were always a bit shy at first, but all it took to get you to take initiative was to rile you up a bit. Jigen understood this. He had been your first, and he'd been respectful and slow each time you two had made love, even when you told him you could take it.

"Mi Amor, look at me." You whispered. Jigens eyes snapped back to your soft face as he crouched to your level. You leaned in, hands on his cheeks before your lips met his tenderly. Slowly, he began to slip your straps off your shoulders, reaching around you to get the zipper on the back of your dress. Your hands fell to his collar, loosening his tie before beginning to unbutton his dress shirt.

"God I love you woman." He said gruffly between kisses. Your hands went to begin working on his belt as he slid the dress down your body. You responded by deepening the kiss, unbuckling his belt with quick hands. His hands, with the dress now discarded somewhere on the floor, found their way back to your hips as he played with the sides of your panties.

"A new set eh?" He asked, face lowering to your neck to suck love bites into the skin where your neck met your collar. You let out a semi-satisfied sigh as his beard tickled the area above your breast. "Mm I just wanted to look good for you" His belt now loose, you unbuttoned his suit pants and begin to unzip them. He groaned quietly into your chest.

"You’re so fucking cute" You smiled at him. His pants now around his ankles, you motioned for him to slip them off so he could join you on the bed. He did so eagerly, slipping off his boxers as well.

"You're so handsome." You brought your hand back to his cheek, stroking his beard lovingly. He grunted in disagreement.

"I'm just a lucky man." His hands found your plush waist again, thumbs hooking under your panties as you kissed him. He pulled them down to right above your knees and got to work on your bra.

"Hmm, I must be the luckiest woman then." You purred sultrily. One of your hands dropped to his happy trail, making figure eights before coming down to stroke his cock. Jigen inhaled sharply.

"You trying to kill me doll?" You smiled, thumb coming up to smear precum over the slit of his cock.

"You know I'd never hurt you cariño" He groaned, head dropping to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you jerked him off. You felt your bra clasp snap undone as Jigen thrust into your grip.

"As much as I love this" Jigen said, "I want your panties and bra on the floor." You pulled away despite the pang in your heart telling you to keep him close. His wishes were soon granted, with both items being forgotten on some part of the floor. He laid you back against the pillows, semi-straddling you as he smirked.

"I don’t think I've taken care of you yet, have I?" Your face flushed. You may love when he eats you out, but he loved it even more. His hand coerced your soft thighs open. He almost drooled thinking about all the time he could spend taking in your pretty pussy, your thighs trembling as you tried not to squirm too much as he went to town. He lowered himself to a more comfortable position, face inches away from your cunt.

"Jigen-" you whined, doeful eyes silently pleading for him to please you. He wasted no time, calloused hands spreading your thighs apart as he dove in, licking, and then sucking on your sensitive clit. He felt you squirm in his grasp, your hands coming down to run through his hair as he spat into your hole before tongue fucking it. One of his hands replaced his tongue, while his mouth rose to pay more attention to your clit, sucking, kissing, and licking it as he fingered you relentlessly. You were a panting mess by now, which only encouraged him to keep going, however, he could tell you were holding something back, and he hated when you tried to hush yourself, loving the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth.

"C’mon sweetheart I know you can be louder than that" he slurred into you. You released your lip from between your teeth, letting a moan slip out.

"Daisuke~" His eyes widened. That surprised him, but what surprised him, even more, was how his cocked throbbed in reaction. He looked up at you with adoring eyes.

"Say it again." You paused, nervous you had done something wrong but were ripped from your thoughts when he purposely let his beard brush against your clit as he fingered you.

"Daisuke! I- I think I'm going to!" It happened before you finished your sentence, thighs closing in around his head as you writhed in pleasure. He groaned, biting into your pillowy thighs as he continued his ministrations. He was in heaven. He felt a bit disappointed as your thighs loosened their tight hold around his face, but that feeling quickly turned to excitement as you took two fingers to spread your lower lips. He slowly sat up, eyes never leaving your body.

"Daisuke please- I want you inside me" You begged, one leg linking around his waist to bring him closer.

"Whatever you want darling." He took some of your slick and rubbed it onto himself, then guided himself to your hole. You looked up at him pitifully, and he realized he had been so focused on making you cum he had forgotten to kiss you. So as he slid into you, his lips locked with your, passionately molding together. He hissed when he bottomed out, you were always so warm and inviting, like you were made for him and him for you. While he was lost in thought you had begun to fuck yourself on his dick, signaling you were ready for him to start moving. However, your eagerness didn't stop you from moaning his name erotically, scratching down his back as he set his own pace. His pubes meshed with yours every time your hips met, and your wetness had begun to cling to his hair, something which only turned him on more.

"Shit you feel good" he groaned into your ear. You clung to him, pleasured noises escaping your throat.

"Daisuke oh my god- Daisuke!" You clenched around him, but he was so lost in your warmth he couldn't tell.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking perfect. Oh my god (y/n)-" He moaned, as his arms caged you, placed on either side of your head while he thrust into you.

"Daisuke closer please I just want to feel you-" You stuttered before your lips met once again. When you pulled apart he grunted

"I'm getting close- shit- you're such an angel- oh shit-" He began a more rapid pace, flipping you over so you were riding him, thighs pillowing his hips. His hands went back down to rub your clit while you bounced. You weren’t holding back any noises now, especially since he'd begun sucking on your nipples, alternating between them.

"Cum inside- cum inside Daisuke I need you in me I-" you were cut off as a moan ripped through you as you creamed on his cock. He wasn’t long after, cum painting your insides white. You kissed him, hand tangled in his hair as you both rode out your orgasms. You both bask in the afterglow, and his head rested in the swell between your breasts. Your hand combed through his hair slowly, treasuring this moment.

This has been rotting in my notes app, listening to doja rn and it's giving me confidence to post it. Sorry if Jigen is ooc

#jigen x reader #jigen daisuke x reader #jigen x reader smut #reader implied to be latina

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taichi-x-koushiro · 10 months

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Me, when I realize the person who likely harassed me on A.O.3 comments (and was determined by A.O.3 mods to be targeting me with said harassment to the point multiple other accounts they had got banned) is likely back harassing another Taishirou writer without them knowing it: ... I am going to flip (and Not in the Good Way)

#taichixkoushiro posts #taichixkoushiro personal #taichixkoushiro vents #dgmn stan issues #advs stan issues #(If someone comments with a random word and numbers username with no info on it {bonus if they made acct this year})#(And tries to ~praise~ your Taishiro stories but more specifically lavish you in a ~youre an amazing Taishiro writer!!1!~ way)#({in combination of} while not so subtle 'politely suggeting' {demanding} smut from you??)#(BLOCK THEM)#(They're a troll)#(AND they tried to turn on me and shame me when I ~denied~ them their 'request')#(AND THEY F*CKING INSULTED A CULTURAL HOLIDAY MY FAM HAS OBSERVED AND I WAS *Trying* tO Observe UNTIL THEY PULLED THAT)#(That commenter is NOT GENUINE and they WILL spam your comments for half a year+ only to aggressively turn on & harass you)#(And I highly HIGHLY bet they're not even a KouxTai stan)#(They're just a harasser)#(They also claimed I '~~betrayed!!1!1!~~' the TaixKou fan base by writing a platonic one shot involving Koushiro and Daisuke)#({which Im very definite was also a very fake reaction from them because I bet they dont actually give 2 sh*ts about such platonic duos})#(I'm hesitating bringing it up to where I saw their comment since it wasn't my story but GODDAMN I WANT To)#(At least here a handful or two more KouxTai fans follow and might notice this P.S.A)#(Anyway THATS also what I've been so angry about as of early 2021~2022 *and* it happened not long after Kizuna dropping)#(which brought a LOT of Particular fans back into the fan base and I'm almost CERTAIN the troll is one of them)#(Namely because this person clearly isn't someone I'm actively acquainted with and is very much an outsider to KouxTai fan base)#({and I recognize other fans who have interacted on my posts} and they're clearly not any of them either)#(They also spammed me with emojis at one point and *clearly* never actually read the stories I posted)#(And kept asking me random questions only to ignore me when I very clearly answered them so YEAH Theyre a Troll)#(DONT let them start doing that to you just because you'd like comments its Not Worth It BLOCK THEM)#*This was a PERSONAL post and NOT meant to be reblogged so Please Do NOT rb my personal posts talking abt MY being harrassed Thanks

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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year

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Mᴜᴛᴇ// 18+ MDNI!!!

Warnings: Physical Abuse, violence, murder, P in V intercourse, Oral (m. Receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, exhibition if you squint, cervix kissing, afab! Mute reader! [Reader suffers from ptsd] Mental abuse. Infidelity

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak,

This is my first drabble on here so please bear with me! I also take request!

Part 1, part 2, part 3

It wasn't always like this. You weren't always like this. You were a happy young woman - always able to see the light in everyone. Even in those who tried so hard to snuff the light out of you.

When you met your husband, everything was perfect. The late nights cuddling and watching your favorite movies. The everyday video calls when he went out on lunch. Even the surprise gifts he would send to you when you were working or out visiting a long time friend. He was just everything you had hoped for in a man.

But that all stopped once he felt that you weren't worth the trouble. His precious cheating wife. How could he had been so foolish to fall for your innocent looks and timid nature. Well that's what he said to you when he confronted you about your infidelity. Confusion barely had time to to strike you before he did.

The blows be landed on you were something so cruel and vicious - like be bad intentions to actually hurt you; punish you.

And all for what? Because he found messages between you and a party planner. You see, you wanted to throw him a grand party, secretly of course, but your husband had took it the wrong way. He thought you had betrayed him, lied to him, cheated on him.

So he took measures into his own hands. And with those hands came pain.

He pulled strands from your scalp. Bruised your eyes, bloodied your nose and cracked a few bones in the process. One of the most traumatic experience you've ever had all caused by the man you had once loved and adored.

You tried to leave - a divorce as soon as possible, but that only made it worse. "You think you get to fuck around on me, and then LEAVE!!?" You remember the second time he beat you so badly. This one was worse than the first.

It caused you to lose the one thing that could possibly help you.

Your voice..

No amount of therapy, medication or doctor visits would bring it back. With the Ptsd you suffered, it was triggering to even open your mouth to do simple task. Talking, laughing, moaning.

It was all dead. Just as you were on the inside.

- 2 years later -

You sat there silently. It had been a few hours since your husband and his guest had been chatting. You weren't really paying attention to what was being said. All that you knew, was that things were getting heated between the two. You hadn't gotten a good glance at him. To afraid it would cause another altercation between you and your husband.

The man on the other end of the table sat calmly, puffing on his cigar as your husband went on a rant about how his product was too pricy for its apparent "quality." In all reality, you knew your husband was full of shit. He just didn't want to pay what he owed. He also didn't want to tell him thag he had been the one using all the product for himself.

You felt eyes linger on you, but you kept your head down, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here with a man like him?"

The mans powerful voice boomed throughout the conference room causing you to flinch from its vibrations through your body.

Your husband scoffed but stayed silent. As if daring you to even raise your head towards his supplier. When you didn't, he felt a little triumphant. At least she was good for some things.

He knew he was the little man in the room compared to the calm, cool and collected man across from him, but this was his house and that was his wife. To your husband, he was the big man.

"Where's my money Dan." You and your husband flinched from the deep octaves in his voice. The room soon filled with his deep penatrating voice and domineering demeanor.

"L-look, I d-dont think your product is worth the price your dishing out-" He tried again with this argument. "I will give you 150k for what it's worth."

It's not that he thought it was worth less than he made it seem. You knew what the real reason was. He was growing broke. His business going to shit all because he couldn't keep his nose out of the powder. On top of that he owed many other powerful men and companies money. The drugs were turning him into a real monster.

And who was there to take his mind off of things.

You.

Deep chuckles broke out from the man's chest. He pulled another drag from his cigar before putting it out on the ten thousand dollar oak table.

Dan loved this table.

"I can see the drugs are getting to you Dan. My drugs Dan. You know damn well my supply is well over 150k. More like half a million. Your interest keeps adding up. How long before you have nothing but your life."

Dan gulped. The weight of his actions now setting in.

"Soon you won't even have that."

The threat he had laid down on the table was clear as day. This path Dan was going down was going to lead him to knock on deaths door.

And what had this meant for you? Would you die as well, or would you just rot on the streets of New York?

"I'll make you a deal Dan." Silence befell the room. As if they were having a silent battle between each other.

Your head was still down, looking at your reflection through the polished oak. It was blurry but, you could still make out certain features.

A scoff rang through the air before more words fell from Dan's lips.

"What? Her? She's fucking worthless." He spit towards you. His words making you flinch. "If she's so worthless, let her go. Give her to me."

Fear clenched your heart thinking about all the possible reasons - especially about the reason why the calm and mysterious man wanted you. You shook at the thought of him hurting you just as bad as Dan. Possibly even worse than what you imagined. "You give her to me, and we can call this even.'

Silence ensured the room again.

He wouldn't really give you up like that? . . . Would he? You know your husband hasn't been the best one but, he still saw you as a human being. . . Right?

You hoped with all your heart that your husband still had a shred of love for you deep down in his black heart, but in the back of your head you know there wasn't any type of love. Only pain and sorrow lingered there.

The world stopped beating once the words left his lips. Leaving you in an even colder world than before.

"Take her."

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oukabarsburgblr · 19 hours

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drabble....aftermath of Man in the Elevator

FEATURING : DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

fluff, con smut, root post

[START SCENE]

"Hey HEY! Where do you think you're taking me-"

(m/n)'s feet skidded against the carpeted floor, however Daisuke's grip on his wrist was tight, it didn't hurt but he managed to drag the (h/c) across his department's wing, gaining many confused looks from his coworkers.

"On a date! Well- lunch date. I was thinking fugu or wagyu beef!" Daisuke's mouth was watering as he continued to pull the struggling man behind him who was begging his coworkers to help him. His friends looked away, not wanting to intrude on (m/n) and his boyfriend- WHO TF SAID THAT??

Daisuke had bodyguards following him, tall buff men wearing suits and earpieces whispering to each other as they formed a parameter around the pair. (m/n) doesn't know how to feel that he fucked the CEO's son. No wonder Daisuke asked whether he knew him or not and his expensive attire he had adorned in the elevator.

Speaking of elevators, (m/n) violently pulled back, shocking Daisuke when they had approached the floor's lift. It was a different lift but the (h/c) was afraid nonetheless.

"I'm not going in there with you."

He hadn't stepped in a lift ever since two days ago, taking the stairs and claiming it was to burn his calories when his acquiantances asked.

The ravenette was silent, staring at the annoyed (h/c) before smiling. "Okay." "...Thanks." At least Daisuke acknowledged that what happened between them was somewhat traumatic. Deplorable and enjoyable but (m/n) wouldn't want to go through that with anyone else except if it's Daisuke- wait what?

"Is it fine if I carry you then?" (m/n) quirked an eyebrow at the ravenette. "Carry me where?" "Up the stairs. The helipad is closer than the garage from this floor. You must be sore after our whole workout right?" "Helipad???" Daisuke nodded as he crouched to slip his beefy arms under (m/n)'s knees and back who yelped and immediately clutched onto the ravenette's luxurious suit. (m/n) wasn't sure whether to address the workout comment.

"Our building has a helipad?" "Of course silly! How would I travel from my home to work every day?" (m/n) wanted to punch this privileged, first class, silver spoon in his mouth bitch. No wonder (m/n) never saw him near the lobby. He guessed either Daisuke commuted by a fancy car or a fucking helicopter.

One of his bodyguard opened the doors to the staircase, letting Daisuke pass through with (m/n) in his arms who was punching his chest, demanding to be released. "If you're worried about being heavy, then don't be! It's great for my cardio."

That was either backhanded as fuck or Daisuke was just really an idiot. They made their way up the stairs, Daisuke breaking a sweat or two while (m/n) was still squirming and screaming in his face. He was surprised Daisuke was still smiling at him.

True to his words, once they've reached the rooftop, a white helicopter was there, already running its engine and Daisuke told (m/n) to cover his ears as he continued to carry (m/n) up onto the helipad and into the helicopter itself. Once (m/n) was tucked in his seat, the pilot took off, heading god knows where as (m/n) began to choke the ravenette.

"Where are we going?!!" "To- ackk! My house- ghhackkk!" (m/n) gritted his teeth. "Are you trying to kidnap me??" "What? Why would I?" The (h/c) began to grapple away from the ravenette, pressing himself up against the window as his shoes smudged the leather seat. Daisuke tried to coax him to sit down properly.

"You dragged me here. By force." Daisuke pouted. "You looked like you wanted to run away from me as soon as you saw me. Besides- YOU LEFT ME IN THE ELEVATOR ALONE!!"

(m/n) choked on his saliva and looked away. Fuck he had a point. Daisuke was scrunching his noise as he pointed at the (h/c)'s face with his index finger. The pilot felt like two cats were fighting in the back.

"W-Well I tried waking you up. I swear! But you slept like a goddamn rock-" "I wonder why." Daisuke deadpanned as he stared at the (h/c) with his lips pressing into a thin line, hinting at the fact that even when Daisuke was tired, (m/n) wanted one last round.

Immediately, (m/n) felt flushed and tried hiding his face, Daisuke pawing at him to face him but fuck did he feel so embarassed around him. "Look at me. I want to see what kind of face you're making." The ravenette laughed as he tried pulling at the (h/c)'s arms, the latter kicking him in protest.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. (e/c) eyes bulging at the sight of the penthouse that looked even more extravagant than their already affluent company building.

"Welcome to my home. Well its my dads technically. I still live with him y'know." Daisuke held (m/n)'s hand as the latter descended from the helicopter steps. Is this what they call princess treatment? He wondered as Daisuke began to give out orders to his valets and shooed away his bodyguards.

"...I'm still in my work hours by the way..." (m/n) hoped he wouldn't get scolded by his HOD, Daisuke only tilted his head. "They'll understand. My dad is the boss to your boss yeah?" He suddenly went into a ramble, not remembering who (m/n)'s supervisor is but assuring the (h/c) that they'll definitely let it slide.

Rich people live such nice lives. (m/n) sighed as he let Daisuke pull him through the penthouse, in awe of the decorations and furniture. Looks like Daisuke was a fan of retro, Americanized. He definitely grew up with mainstream media. His eyes gazing over hung record disk on painted walls before his view was covered in green.

"Woah." (m/n) whistled at the magnificent view of his surroundings. It was a greenhouse, walls made out of glass and white pillars, vines hanging from the beige ceilings and flowers blooming from their patches of dirt nestled neatly in their respective areas.

"This is my favourite spot to eat. Since this is your first time here, I figure I'd take you somewhere nice." Daisuke rubbed his face, suddenly abashed.

Okay that's kinda cute. (m/n) hummed. "It is nice here. Wonderful even." Could never afford this place. He deemed and made a mental note, not noticing steam coming out of Daisuke's ears.

"Glad you like it." "Your favourite place to eat is your own home?" Daisuke pursed his lips, thinking of an answer. "My mouth is accustomed to my chef's food. If anything, I'd love to eat here everyday but my dad keeps saying I should go outside and explore." Again, he went into a ramble, saying that his dad won't even let him step out of the penthouse without a five-member escort.

The (h/c) rolled his eyes. How self-centered is this guy? He knocked on the wooden table they were seated at to catch Daisuke's attention. "Sorry haha. It's just really nice to talk to you." "It's not exactly talking if your mouth keeps doing all the work." "Well your mouth can do some other work-"

Daisuke howled in pain, a swift kick to his knees courtesy of (m/n) who was glaring heavily at him. "Behave." The (h/c) pressed. "...yes, sir." "Good." He looked around the greenhouse, taking note of the beautiful flora and faunas.

Feeling hunger stemming from his stomach, he turned to Daisuke who was rubbing his knee. "I'm hungry." The ravenette was eager to please his date, calling in a butler, giving him menus and showing him pictures of what his private chef could cook for him.

"I recommend the smoked salmon, the earthy taste is insane." Daisuke felt his mouth water, remembering the fish that melted in his mouth, smoky charcoal seeping in on his tastebuds. (m/n) was unimpressed. "How much can I order?" "As much as you like! You're my date so go crazy." The ravenette winked at him.

(m/n) squinted his eyes, before letting out a pleasant smile, letting Daisuke call him his 'date' and immediately ordering a five-course meal. The ravenette was impressed by his date's appetite, mirroring his order.

The meal went well, them talking to each other, albeit (m/n) cursing at him every time Daisuke teased the former, and officially introducing each other. The (h/c) found out Daisuke didn't even officially work there. He was just there to visit his dad or get some 'exposure' in a work environment.

They did talk about the whole elevator thing, Daisuke mentioned how he tried to investigate who was behind the intercom and the aphrosodiac but all lead to none. (m/n) groaned, taking note of how the lift he usually used was scheduled under maintenance and the one in the incident was usually used by VIPs.

"I just...don't want to go through that again." Daisuje shoved a piece of beef in his mouth before holding the (h/c)'s hand, expressing his empathy. "I hope you're okay after all that." "I am. It was just confusing?" The ravenette nodded.

"Same. I thought I was crazy, y'know? Cuz' I woke up all alone. Drenched in weird stuff on the floor." (m/n) glowered. "I said I was sorry..." "No you didn't. And what'd you say?" Daisuke teased, leaning in closer and the (h/c) pulled away, embarrassed.

"I said I'm sorry." He hissed. The ravenette laughed as he pulled away to recline in his chair, stretching his muscles. "You're cute." "I know." "But you're really cute." (m/n) slapped his hand on Daisuke's mouth.

"Just shut up and keep eating."

A scream left his mouth as Daisuke licked across his palm. A butler had to intervene when he tried to drive a butter knife into Daisuke's face who only cackled at the attempted murder. It continued like that for the afternoon, Daisuke chatting and ruffling up (m/n)'s feathers, the latter eating as much as he could while responding as little as possible to the ravenette.

The setting was nice, evening had dawned, (m/n) forgetting about his work, Daisuke trying to romance the (h/c) and a bottle of expensive wine was served to them. No cheap alcohol here, only the best for Daisuke Yuichi and his new 'lover'.

(m/n) downed the wine, a fruity taste lingering in his mouth. Maybe Daisuke likes sweet things. He kept that in mind as his eyes lingered on the flushed ravenette who was swirling his own glass, still being the chatterbox he is.

The alcohol in the wine was mild but it did its job, intoxicating the two as Daisuke drunkenly brushed his hand over (m/n)'s thigh, the tip of his ears red and his nape burning hot. Him switching places to sit beside the (h/c). His body slowly caging him in, his face leaning closer.

(m/n) knew what he wanted. He had his own desires as well.

Daisuke brought the (h/c) deeper into his penthouse, touching him all over, (m/n) leaning more into his hold.

(e/c) eyes fluttered shut, Daisuke pushing him down on his desk in his supposed office, the lights dark and curtains closed. It was contrast to their first which was a small space with glaring white lights.

"Haa hah hangh slow down Daisuke- mmff!"

(m/n) laid down on the mahogany desk, papers astrewn on the floor while Daisuke went to town on his neck while unbuttoning his work attire. "Sorry, it's so hard around you. So handsome." He kissed his cheek. "So cute."

The (h/c) panted while holding Daisuke's shoulders. "Don't call me cute." "What should I call you?" The ravenette questioned endearingly while pecking his neck.

"Hot, sexy, suave, drop-dead gorgeous."

Daisuke laughed as he swiped his hair back, (m/n)'s legs were loosely wrapped around Daisuke's, caressing them with his shoes. "Alright then. My hot-," A kiss on (m/n)'s hand. "so fucking sexy-," He purred while brushing his lips down the (h/c)'s arm.

"not really suave-," A slap to Daisuke's chest, the ravenette teasing the fuming (h/c). He chuckled as he leaned in, their forehead touching, black optics covering (e/c).

"my drop-dead gorgeous lover." He kissed the edge of (m/n)'s lips, the (h/c) sighing as his hands gripped Daisuke's bosom. "Lover is quite fast, don't you think?" "My mind is quite a few chapters ahead. Will you be willing to speed up your pace?" "Only if you wait."

Daisuke paused, not expecting the (h/c) to give a serious answer, a genuine smile stretched on his lips. "...Of course." He was willing to do as much for this man in his arms. Something in his heart tells him that he would regret to not give chase.

(m/n) stared at the man above him, sighing quietly as his hand cupped Daisuke's face. "You're lucky you're rich." The ravenette leaned into his palm. "You're welcome to use all my inheritance." (m/n) laughed for the first time.

"Don't say that. I might actually suck you dry. You're not so bad, Yuichi."

Something jumped in the ravenette's pants, (m/n)'s crotch lightly feeling it. "Sorry, I got really hard hearing you say my name." (m/n) rolled his eyes. "I should expect that from someone like you, huh?" "Yup!"

Daisuke cheered as he kissed the (h/c), the latter wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing his lips back. The ravenette's tongue soon licked his lips, begging for entrance as (m/n) opened his mouth.

They were both moaning and sucking on each other's tongue, Daisuke's hips bucking and humping (m/n)'s bottom, the latter gasping into the sloppy tongue-tying session letting Daisuke thrust his wet muscly organ down his throat.

Choking on his saliva, (m/n) squirmed, patting Daisuke's chest, who immediately pulled away. "D-Daisuke-" "Please, please, I wanna do it so badly." Daisuke mewled, his face entirely flushed. "You can just sleep here after this, not worry about work tomorrow but please, pretty please, let me have you."

The (h/c)'s bottom jerked, feeling Daisuke grind himself on him. He sloppily licked (m/n)'s bosom, his eyes all teary, begging the (h/c) to sleep with him.

(m/n) grinned, he was also intoxicated and suddenly liking Daisuke's behaviour. He pulled Daisuke's hair up, swiping his tongue onto the latter's teeth, Daisuke moaning loudly into the kiss.

Hurriedly, he shuffled his clothes off of him, pulling (m/n)'s own as well. Fingers pumping in and out of the (h/c) who threw his head against the table, Daisuke used his precum as lube and pull his fingers out once he wringed an orgasm out of his new 'lover'.

(m/n) didn't have time to recover, Daisuke immediately pushing his cock in and the (h/c) yelped in pain, scratching the latter's pale back. Both of them liked the pain, Daisuke jamming himself into (m/n) rapidly, the (h/c) digging his nails in and screaming every time the ravenette's huge cock dragged against his tender walls.

The ravenette's eyes rolled behind his head, his mouth open as he came so early into the (h/c), his hips twitching as he stuffed his cum inside (m/n)'s hole. Arching his back, (m/n) mewled feeling his ass filled with something so wet so fast.

"Sorry..." Daisuke was heaving, his eyes droopy, apologising for cumming so early. "You idiot..." (m/n) pulled Daisuke's hair, reeling him into a kiss as he rubbed his ass onto the ravenette's penis.

They went wild, fucking like bunnies all over Daisuke's office. Almost every furniture was used and tainted with the smell of sex. Daisuke was extra hyper with the help of the wine and him being so happy that (m/n) was so willing to have sex with him. (m/n) was taking advantage of Daisuke's fondness and huge cock, letting him split him open in so many ways, bent over the couches, pushing him up against the wall and even pressed him facing the windows, his own cock rubbing against the glass, smearing it with his cum.

Daisuke came so much that every time he thrusted inside, semen leaked out with a squelching effect, turning on the (h/c) more. Eventually after the tenth round, Daisuke dropped himself on the luxurious sofa, the one (m/n) was folded into a mating press two rounds prior. In his arms was (m/n), breathing heavily, his body sticky and dripping cum.

The ravenette's beefy arms were holding (m/n) more securely, perhaps he didn't want the (h/c) to disappear like last time. "...Let's sleep like this. When I wake up, I'll carry you to my bedroom." Daisuke mumbled, his eyes closed, so tired having his dick pumped dry.

(m/n) hummed, adjusting himself on top of Daisuke, . "Mkay." He felt a hand rubbing his hair which eventually turned into small massages on his scalp. How sweet was this man?

"...Don't just leave...like last time...please..." It was barely a whisper, (m/n) couldn't read Daisuke's expression, his eyes shut tight. "...I won't."

He could feel the man underneath him flinch, not expecting the other to hear him but the latter's body relaxed, loosing his tension and worry.

Daisuke passed out before (m/n), his light breathing was comforting and the (h/c) placed his face in the crook of Daisuke's neck, sleeping soundly as well. He had a good meal, oh and the food tasted great too.

True to Daisuke's words, (m/n) woke up in an ornate bedroom, the color scheme mainly consists of royal blue and dark greyish except for its furniture. The ravenette had woken up way before him, spooning the (h/c) being so giddy that (m/n) was still with him the next morning.

Instead of turning up for work, (m/n) went shopping, Daisuke insisting he wanted to treat him with clothings and jewelries and he did, getting pampered by the rich man all day and he finally returned home with an abundant amount of shopping bags. He also did not let Daisuke into his apartment, knowing that he wanted to sleep with and in his room. That horny bitch ISTG-.

Although Daisuke assured him that he could retire at an early age, (m/n) still continued his normal work life, although his manager and supervisor were extra respectful to him and his coworkers had so many questions on how did he manage to bag the CEO's son. Said CEO was wary on how did his precious son managed to fall for someone so quick but after meeting the (h/c), he realised his son was a tender-hearted idiot and wished the best for the pair.

Maybe (m/n) was thankful for the whole elevator shenanigan, he managed to end up with a lovestruck rich boy after all. His life didn't change much except the fact that a certain priviledged puppy would steal him during lunch hours and promptly fuck him in the long nights.

A happy ending for everyone!

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

How long/short a drabble should be? Haha cuz i think i went way overboard. Daisuke would feature in more aus and their official(?) storyline including spinoffs (what ifs) with another oc i will introduce next week maybe.

Please leave a comment! Although there will be no part 3 for this au haha. Keep an eye out for my next AU [Reversing the Tropes]!

I had smoked salmon w my bf the other day and IT WAS SO GOOD WHAT ANSBAKHAUAH. I think its funny me writing all these smuts while being a virgin LMAOOOO

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satoruhour · 10 months

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the racer toji smut won’t leave me alone so here is my additional brainrot bc my sister in christ we must suffer together <3

what about fem!reader who’s bf is a total ass bc he dragged her to the races but ignores her for the whole night bc he’s too busy showing off to the other guys and makes fun of her for not knowing shit about cars. she went to support him but he’s being so shitty and she goes to sulk alone near some quiet part.

a little boy comes to join her and he introduces himself as megumi, he hates crowds and loud noises so he sits with reader for a while, until his daddy comes along and his daddy is hot. toji introduces himself, asking what a pretty girl is doing alone in these parts and offers to show her his car but out from nowhere comes slimy bf who just embarrases himself trying to kiss toji’s ass and reader is like i need to break up with him

but ofc toji puts him in his place and tells him his gf is way out his league, and a real man would never leave his girl alone the entire night. it shuts him up fr and toji, megumi and reader leave to go check out some cars bc it’s nice to actually have someone tell you all about the cars instead of being made fun of for not knowing

the rest is obvs history bc megumi loves hanging out with reader and toji can’t keep his eyes off her. and vice versa hehe

a/n: jelly ur mind >>>>> also how did i write a whole FIC about this omfg im sick. i claim i dont like toji then write like this 💀💀 + can u tell how much i love making fun of incompetent men by the way i talk about reader’s shitty boyfriend cause youd be right. i hate men. ✶ / 2.2k

the stuffy parking lot had been a routine place for you at this point, taking the familiar route past shibuya 109 and into miyamasu-zaka avenue. you’re not entirely pumped to be in the car beside your boyfriend right now, who’s talking loudly and obnoxiously into his phone, but that isn’t what is irking you right now. you’re more worried when you reach there, sure to come face to face with his equally obnoxious friends who just can’t shut up about their cars.

it would be fine if they were being cocky and could back up their modifications and NOS with proper results from racing, but they were all losers, both figuratively and literally. you sigh for the umpteenth time when daisuke asks if you cancelled the dinner with your friends because he was going to celebrate his ‘sure’ win and you stifle the urge to laugh. sometimes you wonder why you’re still here.

“we’re here babe, c’mon, get out. i’ll go park the car and come back to get you,” as daisuke tells you this, he’s patting your thigh like you’re a dog, smiling his stupid smile and your brows knit together.

“can’t you just drive to wherever you’re parking?”

“ahh… no can do, baby — my parking’s somehow better when you’re not stressin’ me out in the passenger seat.” what were you doing dating a man who couldn’t even park? you groan into your hands, picking up your bag and exiting the vehicle, making sure to slam the door extra hard even if you’ll be getting a lecture later about harming his ‘baby’.

he’s perfectly fine watching your tantrum and doesn’t say anything except for continuing to smile, driving off without a care as he looks for a parking spot. thankfully you could save your face a little, since you were still early to the meet, a minimal amount of people lingering around the abandoned parking lot in their miniskirts and tights and tramp stamps — a look you definitely would’ve loved to try out if not for your boyfriend telling you you can’t show off your legs.

it’s like he has some personal vendetta against you, but really you think it’s just because he saved you from an unfavourable situation before and while at the time you expressed mutual feelings for him, he just might be holding you hostage with that favour he did for you, unconsciously feeling terrible if you were to leave him.

a few minutes pass, and then ten, and you’re waiting for a full fifteen minutes against a wall, all the while the classic crowd of tokyo is trickling into the car park, cars driving in slowly and you’re dreading every time someone enters, sure that you’re being judged for being daisuke’s significant other. and when the waiting time finally hits twenty, you’re taking matters into your own hands and turning the corner where he drove.

just to see him conversing with his loser friends who were already somehow there, showing off their own cars which they spent money on for nothing and laughing up a storm. you lug your body over, because while you were still somehow okay with daisuke, you couldn’t stand his friends.

“babe! ah, my bad, should’ve texted you that the boys were already here and that i was with ’em,” his affection was limited to just a hand on your waist, not wanting to look like a softie in front of them, “we were just talking about our updated NOS, or ‘nitrous oxide system’ for my cute baby who couldn’t remember it the first time.”

all you can do is burn in embarrassment as they laughed, ridiculing you for the mistake you made ages ago about the terminology of street racing that sometimes you couldn’t exactly grasp. you did your best each time, sometimes googling things about racing that you wouldn’t know otherwise, but because it was still pretty illegal in japan, it was difficult to find the specific terms they used. but with how much your boyfriend teaches you (as condescending as it was), you probably could’ve written an essay.

and it wasn’t a one-time thing either, from smacking your hand off the stick shift to pestering you about closing the car door more gently, you’re soon to reach your limit.

“yeah, i know what a NOS is, bitch.” you mumble under your breath, turning away from him as he continued joking with his boys before one of them shouted out someone else’s name, hiroshi, you heard and they all pile over each other like excited dogs, seeing his new and improved Mitsubishi Eclipse, a bright, striking green and your boyfriend follows them easily.

throughout the different races of the evening and the excitement, you’re left chasing after your boyfriend who can’t help but sidle up to different racers and their cars, and the dreaded situation you hoped wouldn’t arise, did. daisuke loved asking you questions with confusing numbers and letters, and then laughed in your face when you picked the wrong option.

so when he asked you whether a L72 or a 327 small-block was better for his sorry excuse of a Camaro from 1981, you answered that you knew they had used 327s for Yenko Camaros, but without the knowledge they had discontinued it since it wasn’t optimal performance for the car. “yeah, no, darlin’, they already stopped it and switched to big-blocks after ’69… i thought i taught you this!”

with lips pressed tightly together, you find that you hardly want to be here any longer, body turning hot with shame and tears prickling at your eyes. you don’t chase after daisuke when he walks off and nudges hiroshi about your limited knowledge about cars, hands clenching and unclenching into fists before you’re tugged gently on your jacket sleeve.

in front of you is a young boy, playing with his fingers shyly with a head full of messy black hair and strong features that scrunch up into an anxious expression and you’re squatting and wondering what business a young boy like him had in scenes like this before he’s explaining how he hates the loud music and noises of metal against metal and the sound of tires.

you frown, understanding him immediately as you ask if you can hold his hand to which he nods, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“fushiguro… megumi,” he mumbles, flinching when there’s an erupt of cheers from the concluding race.

“oh, honey, let’s go,” you squeeze his hand in solidarity, “let’s sit far away from the action, okay? you like music?”

megumi sniffles a little and nods again, calming down the further he is from all the cars, sitting down on the curb in an area where there’s fewer racers, it being a deadend for the route. soon, you’re fishing out your earphones to insert into his ears, playing a few favourites of yours at a softer volume to drown out the noise of the cars. you’re content to find someone as clueless as you in this whole thing, even if the other was a child, and you almost want to chastise his parents for leaving him so vulnerable in a place like this when said parent is looking left and right, jogging while looking for his son.

“that’s my dad…” megumi mumbles with hope in his voice as the man starts to call out for him, expression morphed into worry from the moment he looked down from his car to find megumi gone. the boy’s hands you back your earphones with a slight smile and a ‘thank you’ before running off, and you’re lunging forward just to make sure he’s safe, running a little behind him while he navigates his father’s voice. it seems like he doesn’t have much care for the loud noises when his dad is finally in view because he speeds immediately into his arms before a tall man comes into view, and you’re blessed with seeing this hot-ass dad in a baggy long-sleeved top.

“hey… thank you for lookin’ out for the kid. i’m fushiguro toji,” toji nods towards you in acknowledgement, looking past your face after appreciating it before glancing down to your figure. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

megumi who was propped up against his shoulder opts to cling to his father’s neck, hiding from the rest of the world while you walk slowly alongside the man, fingers thumbing the strap of your bag to keep your grounded. you were quick to explain that you were here because of your boyfriend, and you swear a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but you don’t give it much thought because soon the man himself is running up to you with a renewed sense of confidence.

it was probably because toji was here; and sure, you knew about fushiguro toji and how much your boyfriend loved him, but you didn’t know how popular he could get, drawing countless pairs of eyes to your interaction.

“hi! hi, fushiguro toji right?” and you’re already ready for the clownery to start when he opens his mouth, “i’m wakashita daisuke, big fan! any chance you’ll get back into racing?” daisuke is spouting so much shit you can’t even bear to look up but there’s one sentence that has got toji riled up, using just one hand to threaten your boyfriend who looks scared out of his mind. “you’d look so good with a Ford Mustang too, why don’t you sell off that old Corvette you’ve got—”

and soon toji is clutching onto the collar of his shirt, easily pulling him off the ground as the people surrounding you laugh and whoop. seems like you weren’t the only one who hated him.

“that Corvette means something to me, not like that piece of junk you call your Camaro. and at least i treat my car better than how you treat your girlfriend,” he spits the word like it’s venom, “who you can’t even respect as a person.”

daisuke is plopped onto the floor, but toji easily backs him up with a finger to his chest, “laughing like an idiot when she doesn’t know about engines and then saying you taught her — that would reflect your efforts as a teacher, wouldn’t it?” the man smirks when your boyfriend stutters out his answer, the crowd oooh-ing like it’s a free show.

“and then you leave her stranded for the whole night to hang with your boys, in a place where she’s uncomfortable and vulnerable. but you couldn’t give a shit, can’t you? you’re too busy sucking your friends’ cocks to notice.” there’s howls of laughter now (you can’t help but let out a giggle too) with how ruthless toji is being, all the while having a kid on his shoulder, but you imagine megumi is used to these types of altercations by now.

toji leans down to spit in his face, “you disrespect a woman in my eyes, you’re a joke to me.”

he just rolls your eyes, heading off from your stupid boyfriend and toji fully expects you to follow, beckoning you to go with him when you stay rooted. “c’mon, don’t mind him. he didn’t deserve you.” toji mutters, pressing a kiss to megumi’s temple as he leads you away from the scene silently, and you leap at the opportunity to thank him immediately.

“to be fair… i did all the research for my boyfriend,” toji interrupts with ex-, and you laugh, “yeah, ex-. but i’m not entirely opposed to learning about cars. they seem kinda cool.”

“is this your way of telling me you want me to teach you?” what’s a little flirting with a guy, anyway? even the other said it himself, daisuke didn’t deserve you. you nod with a sheepish smile, petting megumi’s head when he rouses from his dad’s shoulder, heart warming at how the young boy shoots you a gleaming smile.

toji shrugs with a little chuckle, “sure.” he’s keen on showing you his Chevrolet Corvette at the other end of the parking lot first, telling you about the specifications and the modifications he made for it to be suitable for drifting. he explains how his Corvette had to be converted to a rear-wheel-drive car, or a RWD to support the heavy stress on the back wheels to make a successful drift turn.

toji tells you the differences between a clutch kick and a shift lock and how to sustain a drift on a sharp turn, excited at finally finding someone who didn’t have a clue about racing. he even offers to show you, but you’re a little too intimidated by being in the passenger seat with him, especially when it’s going at high speeds.

“maybe another day,” you offer and toji picks up on your insinuation, trying to stifle at grin that maybe this attraction wasn’t one-sided. he liked the way you talked to megumi, he liked the way you intently listened about his love for cars, and he couldn’t wait to get you in his car with a hand to your thigh.

“i’ll hold you to your offer, darlin’.” the name sounded so much better coming from his mouth, an attractive smile lining his face before he offered his free arm for you to hang on, gasping silently when you felt how toned his arm was. oh, the late night thoughts you already knew you were gonna have…

“i’ll tell you about the other cars here, let’s go.”

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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Baby Steps

[Chapter 1] One Night Stand

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut

Usually Saturday nights are for you to stay home and relax. You take the night off from studying or doing any chore. You prefer to stay home, watch the newest thriller movie or a romantic show, order some junk food and stay up till your body can no longer stay awake. But tonight your best friend had other plans.

She swayed you in, starting on Monday with saying stuff like, you stayed in again? Pfft you’re so boring and, only 20 and here you are, acting like a grandma. With subtle phrases like that is how she began her plan, making you feel old for not going out as much. While it is true that you prefer to stay in, you also don’t like to be shamed for it and especially don’t like being made to feel old for it.

Although you stood your ground. But Friday night you caved in when she told you the possibility of attractive people showing up to this hang out. Kaya refuses to call it a party, just saying that just a couple of her friends were showing up and they’d spend the night together. She couldn’t show up without her best friend, could she? And that was that. But this doesn’t look like just a couple of her friends hanging out.

Her arm is intertwined with yours as you walk into the apartment. There’s some music playing softly in the background, careful not to be too loud and bother the neighbors. Some groups stay aside, sipping on their drinks and speaking with their friends or new acquaintances. There’s not so many people, but definitely a lot. Too many for it to be just a small hang out, and you’re almost one hundred percent sure that Kaya doesn’t know half of these people.

“Daisuke!” Kaya raises her voice to get his attention, and the man turns his head. She waves at him and his cheeks begin to turn pink. He shyly waves back. She lets go of you and walks over to him, while you decide to go to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink.

There’s a couple in the kitchen, at least you think they’re a couple before catching a bit of their conversation. You try not to stare as you grab a drink, but it’s hard not to. The conversation is so interesting to hear, considering you don’t get this kind of free entertainment at home.

“I told you to leave me alone.” The man says. You take in every single one of his features, and you can’t deny that he’s handsome. He’s tall– Very tall. His hair is an unusual white color and he wears it down. You can’t get a look at his eyes since he wears shades, which you find unusual since it’s dark out and you’re inside.

“Oh, c’mon. Stop pretending like you don’t want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” She tells him. Although you don’t understand where she’s coming from since the shades that he wears hide anything. She’s talking confidently, and she has a basis for this confidence because she’s stunning.

“I don’t fucking want you. I’ve made it clear around six times already.” The man is getting irritated. You understand his point of view and his reaction, because you would be the same if you had to repeatedly reject a guy. “I’ve been so nice to you the other times to not hurt your feelings but you can’t seem to get it through your skull. I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You see her get flushed, and she looks down at the ground in shame, not liking the harsh tone that the man used when talking to her. It’s quite mean, but you understand why he’s talking that way. “Look, Leiko, I’m tired of this. Every single time I come around Daisuke, you keep bugging me. I enjoy spending time with Daisuke but I’ll have to stop coming around if you’re with him because I can’t take it. You’re irritating.”

She composes herself, realizing that he’s just a weak man and he’ll fall eventually. For now he’s just playing hard to get, maybe to just brag to his friends about how he kept rejecting her and she always went back. She smooths out her skirt before turning on her heel.

“Your loss.” She tells him before beginning to walk away. She tosses her hair back before noticing how you’ve been staring. She scoffs, “What are you looking at?”

Your face goes warm, realizing how you were just blatantly staring as she got rejected. You grab your drink and leave before the man can say anything to you. You walk over to Kaya, who sits on the couch and talks to Daisuke. She lays her head on your shoulder as she continues talking.

You look around, disassociating with the conversation and sounds around you. You sip on your drink and notice the people around you. Your eyes lock on someone and a sigh leaves your lips, one that makes Kaya look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Guess who’s here.” Your voice is beyond apathetic, and she looks around for a minute. Then she spots him and rolls her eyes, throwing her arm over your shoulder.

“We can find you a boyfriend for the night if you want.” She suggests and you shake your head. You take a deep breath before chugging down every drop of your drink. You put the empty cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m leaving.” You tell her as you stand up from the couch. She grabs your arm and tries to stop you, but you brush her hand off. You walk out of the apartment, not caring to stop for your best friend who calls your name.

You run down the stairs and exit the building, just wanting to go as far away as possible just in case Kaya has plans of stopping you. You don’t care to look at your surroundings, something very irresponsible and dangerous considering how late it is.

You walk in the street, not noticing how many cars come. There’s a hand that pulls you back in, and in that moment you feel the breeze of the car that almost hit you at full speed. You look up at the man who’s looking down at you. You finally see the blue eyes that the man was hiding.

“Are you an idiot?” Are the words that leave his mouth. He’s still a bit upset about having to reject Leiko for the umpienth time. You don’t say anything, standing so close to him for another minute or so. It feels weird. Although you’re pressed against him, it doesn’t feel as if you’re really touching him.

“Sorry.” You finally say, coming to your senses. He lets go of you and practically tosses you to the side. “I wasn’t really… Thinking.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He responds. You awkwardly stand for another second or so before turning. This time you actually stop and watch for cars. But you get this sudden impulse and you turn back to him. He stands there, watching so you don’t decide to walk into traffic again.

“I overheard your conversation with Leiko-“

“More like eavesdropped… Look, if you come to her defense, I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of her and her little friends.” The man tells you, and you feel as if he’s rolling his eyes at you.

“No- On the contrary.” You say, which catches his attention. Nearly everyone around him is bugging him to take her as his girlfriend. It’s like they’re all secretly in love with her and know they can only live their dream through him. “I’m sorry. I know rejecting someone over and over again is hard and I totally understand why you spoke to her the way you did.”

“Thank you.” He responds. He’s glad to hear that because everyone else around him tells him otherwise. “I just feel so pressured by everyone.”

“Yeah… We went to the same high school and she was the prettiest girl there. She’s not used to getting rejected so I guess it’s why she’s acting like this.” You share. “And everyone loves her so it’s why they want you to say yes.”

“I don’t get why, she’s irritating.” He scoffs, which makes you let out a chuckle because you couldn’t agree more. It feels nice to know someone feels the same way as you.

“I totally agree. She’s so mean too but no one takes it seriously.” You tell him. He stands quietly for a minute, and you’re sure he’s staring at you but there’s no way for you to confirm since his shades block everything.

“Do you need to go somewhere?” He asks and you shake your head in response. Your plans are to go back home and that’s it. Your phone is silenced, and you’re sure that Kaya is blowing it up, but you know she isn’t going to leave the apartment and chase after you. “Do- Do you want to take a walk?”

“Uh… Sure.” You agree. He walks towards you and you turn to watch the oncoming traffic. You watch the pedestrian traffic light, and wait for it to turn green. Once it does, he does the unexpected and grabs your hand. He begins to walk, standing between you and the cars that are stopped.

“Have to make sure you don’t decide to jump on a car or something.” He says, and an awkward chuckle leaves your lips. You get to the other side and continue walking down the sidewalk, with no trajectory.

It hits you for a moment that you’re walking with a complete stranger. No name, no nothing. He could have malicious intent as he walks with you, yet you put your full trust in him.

“What’s your name?” You ask as he lets go of your hand.

“Satoru Gojo. You?” He responds. You tell him your name.

You walk mindlessly for a couple of minutes. You walk past multitudes of people in silence, and considering how neither of you speak, this all feels so futile. You wonder why he asked to walk together, and why you agreed.

“Do you want something to eat?” You offer and he hums in response. Although you have no idea where you’re at and what place offers good food.

Something catches Satoru’s eye. Not something that you were thinking of when you thought of food. The cupcake food truck is more of a dessert, but regardless he walks over there and you follow. And the list of cupcakes is endless, and it makes your mouth water a little.

“Hmm… What do you want?” He asks while your eyes are just glued to the menu, indecisive with the list that goes on and on. He receives silence from you, and he can’t blame you because he also has no idea what to pick. He’d buy every single item on the menu, but he knows that it’s too much. He’d end up full fast, and he doesn’t want to carry so many cupcakes back home.

“I think… Chocolate caramel.” You finally decide. There’s a bit of a line so Satoru has a bit of time to decide. In less than five minutes, you’re being attended.

“One chocolate caramel cupcake, a carrot cupcake and a red velvet cupcake.” He orders, and hearing the carrot cupcake makes you scrunch up your nose, but you keep your comments to yourself. He pays, and you immediately get them. His hands are very large so he manages to hold both of his cupcakes with one hand.

You walk a bit before finding a park that’s across the street. You both cross the street, this time Satoru doesn’t hold your hand. The park is empty, and you both stand around to eat your treats. You watch Satoru eat the red velvet cupcake first. He notices you staring and he raises his eyebrow, “Do you want to try?”

“I’m good.” You respond, eating your cupcake in peace. He finishes the red velvet one fast. He throws away the paper cup in the trash can that’s practically next to him. He gives it a minute before taking the first bite of his carrot cupcake. “Is that good?”

“Yeah, why?” He questions as he chews. He swallows before speaking again. “Have you never had carrot cake?”

You shake your head. He takes your cupcake from your hands and forces you to take the carrot one. He practically holds yours hostage. “Try it.”

“I’m good. Maybe some other time.” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“I will lick your cupcake and claim it as mine if you don’t take the smallest bite out of that.” He threatens you. “It’s so good. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

“I’ll buy another cupcake.” You tell him, hoping that’s enough to make him give you back your cupcake. But it’s not. He shrugs in response.

“If that’s what you want to do, then go ahead.” He responds. You sigh, not wanting to go back for another cupcake so you take a miniscule bite from the one that’s in your hands. You aren’t the biggest fan of carrots but now you see that they aren’t so bad in cake.

“I did it.” You say and you exchange cupcakes and go back to eating. “It isn’t so bad.”

“See, I told you.” He replies. That response would normally make you roll your eyes, but you don’t really feel offended or annoyed by the response. You eat in complete and utter silence before walking to the swings of the park and sitting down.

You don’t know each other but you’re following each other’s every step. You sit quietly before he says your name. You look at him and he just says your name again.

“What?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

“I love your name.” He says. He says it once again. You love the way it rolls off his tongue. The way his voice makes it seem like the sweetest treat. While you never really felt anything sort of sentiment towards your name, for once you’re proud it’s yours. “If I ever have a daughter I want to give her that name.”

“Well it’s a pretty name so she’ll at least have a pretty name.” You tell him, and he chuckles. It feels weird. You both just met but you feel as if you can tell him anything. “So why did you leave? Were Leiko’s friends bothering you?”

“No, not yet. Left because I knew it was coming up and I didn’t want to deal with that.” He responds. He takes a deep breath, holding back from rolling his eyes at the thought of the woman he constantly has to reject because she won’t take a no as an answer. “I just needed fresh air. I’ve been annoyed with her and I know she would’ve been all over me if I stayed for much longer.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks.” You sympathize. “I completely understand. And I bet a lot of them are on her side as well.”

“Daisuke is the only one that isn’t on her side. I don’t even know why I come around them when Daisuke is the only one I’m friends with.” Satoru shares. He isn’t even so close with Daisuke either, they just happened to meet and Satoru needed a friend. Ever since then Satoru goes around the man, but they aren’t particularly close. He clears his throat, tired of being the center of attention. He knows your name and that he saved your life but that’s it. “How about you? Why did you leave?”

“My ex-boyfriend was there and you can say we’re not on the best terms.” You confess, which spikes Satoru’s curiosity. Perhaps it’s cheating. It’s always something like that.

“What happened?” He asks before realizing how imprudent it is to just ask that when you two haven’t known each other for an hour. “Sorry- That’s really innapro-”

“No, it’s fine. Caught him talking to a couple other girls while he was promising he’d give me the world and all that. I confronted him about it and he said a couple nasty things along the lines that I’m unlovable and that he was so good to me. That I’ll never find another like him.” You share, causing Satoru to chuckle.

“Yeah, hopefully you don’t.” He responds, causing you to chuckle as well. “This is the first time I see you.”

“Yeah… I usually stay in. My best friend convinced me to come with her.” You tell him.

“Who’s your friend?” He questions. He has a person in mind but he won’t say it outloud. He waits for your response, and it’s who he was thinking. “Kaya? She’s really sweet. Are she and Daisuke a thing?”

“They’re both into each other but neither of them will make the first move.” You say. “It bothers me so much because she talks about him in such a sweet and loving voice yet she won’t confess. He won’t do anything about it either.”

“He really likes her, he just doesn’t know how to ask her out.” He tells you. “Maybe we can help them out.”

“How?” You ask, and he shrugs. He doesn’t know how he’d be able to help them out either. “I think it’s best if we leave it up to them. It’ll take a while.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” He responds.

“You can tell him it’s clear that she likes him so that’ll cheer him on.” You suggest. He slightly nods since it’s the best thing that can be thought of at the moment.

“Enough about them. Tell me more about you.” He says.

“Hmm… Well I’m 20 years old. I’m currently a university student majoring in education. And I like chocolate cupcakes. I don’t know what else to tell you at the moment.” You answer. Cupcakes are fresh on your mind, but all your other interests subside in your brain at the moment. “How about you, Satoru?”

“I’m also 20. I don’t go to university, I work… And I don’t have a favorite kind of cupcake because I love them all.” He replies. He finally takes off his shades, and you get somewhat of a good look at him. The street lights illuminate the park, but not bright enough. But he’s handsome, you know.

“Why do you wear shades when it’s so dark out?” You ask. The question has been bugging you.

“It helps with my headaches.” He reveals. “Hopefully it doesn’t make me look like a pervert.”

“You’re lucky you’re handsome because if you weren’t people would call you all sorts of names.” You giggle, and he laughs in response.

“You know, you’re also very pretty.” He tells you once laughter subsides. You don’t understand why your face gets so warm all of a sudden. Or well, you do. He’s very attractive and you weren’t expecting to hear that from him. “Very beautiful. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re so sweet, thank you.” You smile at him, slightly tilting your head. It makes his heart skip a beat, and he swears that he’s gone insane because he met you just now. But he’s not alone because you feel the same way.

This isn’t what you planned for your night, but you like this way better. He makes great company. You like being outside on this cool autumn night better than being cramped up in that apartment with people you can barely stand.

“Do you live here?” You ask him and he hums in response.

“I travel a lot though.” He says. “It’s fun though.”

“Yeah I can imagine.” You comment. You get up from the swing and he does the same, ready to follow your every step. It’s like you’re stuck with each other for the night.

“What made you want to major in education?” He asks, hoping that if he keeps the conversation going that you won’t leave. The reason you stood up was because the swing was uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to notice that.

“I like kids and I think they’re our future so I want to teach them, and hopefully inspire them to be a better person.” You share as you walk over to the bench and take a seat there. He sits down next to you.

“That’s really nice. I wish I could’ve figured out what I liked and decided that’s what I wanted to do.” He tells you and you raise your eyebrow as you look at him.

“What do you do?” You question and he shakes his head. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know how a simple shake of his head worries you so much. But you hope it’s nothing more than overreaction. You’re sure it’s just unnecessary thoughts invading your mind because he’s friends with Daisuke who’s a great person. “What? Are you a pornstar or something?”

“No!” He quickly tells you, his cheeks quickly turning pink as he thinks of that. “I just work a boring corporate job.”

You assume he has a high position or something of that sort, considering he said he traveled a lot. But what position if he doesn’t have any further education? Or maybe he’s a genius that happened to go to college before anyone else. That or he has connections. There’s so many possibilities and you don’t dare question anything.

“If I ever win the lottery and I’m so rich then you can quit your corporate job and I’ll help you pursue your dream.” You say, which surprisingly enough causes a weak smile to appear on his lips.

“Thank you.” He answers. It’s weird to hear from a complete stranger that they’d help you pursue your dream if they had the means. “I’m not even sure what my dream is anyway.”

“Understandable.” You reply. “I hate how you’re expected to just figure out what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re so young.”

“And I hate how the world just… predetermines what you’re going to be and do in life.” He sighs.

“Really? Do you think that?” You respond, and he nods.

“Everything is already determined.” He says.

“Then where are you determined to be?” You ask. “Where are you going to be in ten years?”

“Alone. Just alone.” He tells you.

“I think that’s dumb. If our destinies are already decided then I don’t think we would have free will.” You share. “You always have the option to choose. You rejected Leiko because you didn’t want to be with her, not because it was determined.”

“How would you know?”

“Hmm… I have the option to kiss you right now but I’m choosing not to.”

“That’s how you know you don’t have free will because why are you passing up the opportunity to kiss me?” His voice is laced with cockyness, and for some reason you love it. You playfully roll your eyes at him before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

His lips feel so soft on yours. Softer than you were imagining while staring. His hands land on the back of your head as his tongue invades your mouth. His tongue presses against yours, and while you don’t want to let go, your mind is telling you to stop because this kiss is going to lead to much more.

But you chose to kiss him and you’re going to continue. He’s the one that puts a stop to things. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “As much as I enjoy that, I won’t be able to control myself if we continue.”

“Let’s continue.” Your voice is low as you speak. Your eyes have been consumed by a look filled with lust. Satoru doesn’t notice it because it’s in his eyes too. “Let’s go to my place.”

“Mine is just around the corner.” He informs you. You both get up. He grabs your hand and begins to lead you to his place. You both walk in a rush knowing what’s waiting for you when you get to his apartment.

This wasn’t what you were planning for the night. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Him undressing you so desperately when you get to his apartment. Laying on his bed and him kissing down your body when you’re just in your underwear.

“Satoru-” You moan as he sucks on your neck while his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra.He slides it off and throws it across the room. He kisses down your neck to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your nipple and sucking. You bite down your bottom lip and close your eyes.

He goes to the other and he rolls his tongue around. He doesn’t spend too much time on your tits. He kisses down your torso, until he reaches your lower abdomen. He pulls down your panties with his teeth. He manages to take them off before kissing your inner thighs.

He’s stopping himself from tasting the sweetest part of the cake. He’s afraid of getting addicted and not being able to let go. He’s always been a fan of candy after all, and he’s afraid of this being his favorite.

You’re eager and can’t wait for him. With every kiss of his hot lips it feels like you melt inside. It feels like something you’ve been needing. And for a moment you think about destiny and how maybe he’s right because laying on his bed feels so right. Nothing has ever felt so right before.

“Satoru, please…” You sound pathetic. But it works. He kisses your clit before he begins to lick between your folds. A pitiful moan leaves your lips once he begins to eat you out.

He was right. It’s so sweet on his tongue. The best candy he’s ever had. Definitely something addicting, and he hopes that he won’t be dependent on it after only having it once.

He begins to suck on your clit while two fingers gather your slick. He pushes those fingers in, and a loud moan leaves your lips. His fingers are just so long and thick. You had noticed them earlier but you didn’t think they would feel this good inside you.

“Fuck-” He curves his fingers just right and moves them at the right speed. And his mouth on your clit just feels heavenly. Maybe this wasn’t how you were planning your night to end, but it’s certainly better than anything you were imagining.

He hums as you loudly moan into the air. He’s enjoying this so much. He’s watched this hundreds of times in pornos, and while he knew it was such a great enjoyment for the woman, he never knew how great it could be for him. And he’s thinking he’s enjoying it more than you since he has a sweet tooth but he doesn’t know how badly you’re loving it.

“That’s it-” You tell him, your hand landing on his head, and without meaning to, grabbing a fistful of his hair. His tongue is too busy for him to complain. He barely notices it anyway.

His fingers move just right. The speed still matches his tongue, which you couldn’t be more glad about because it’s perfect. Your mind gets clouded, and soon all thought process leave your body. You can’t think of anything, just how great he’s making you feel with his tongue and his fingers.

“Satoru!” You moan, and he loves the way it sounds from you. He’s always loved his name but he loves it even more when it comes from your moans. And you don’t stop saying his name. As your first orgasm of the night approaches, you repeat his name over and over again. You say it louder each time until you see why, your legs spasming as you reach your high.

He takes his fingers out and gives a couple more kitten licks to your cunt before detaching himself. He’s on top of you again, kissing your lips. Your tongues press around each other while your hands go under his shirt, feeling his body. You find it unfair how you’re naked while he’s fully clothed. You pull away from the kiss.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“Get naked.” You tell him which causes him to chuckle. He gets off the bed and takes off his shirt. You sit up to look at him and notice the scar across his chest which makes you beyond curious but you don’t question it. You lick your lips as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. You wait so eagerly for him to finally push down his pants. And when he does, you’re certainly surprised.

“So what do you want to do?” He questions and you blink, tilting your head. “Do you want to suck it first or…”

“Fuck me.” You answer. That’s all you can think about at the moment. He laughs. You lay your head back down and you feel him lift up your legs, throwing them over his shoulders.

He grabs his cock and runs the tip through your folds. He presses the tip against your clit, and when the softest whine leaves your lips, he smirks. He slaps the tip gently on your cunt a couple of times before going lower.

“Do you want it?” He asks.

“Yes.” You sound eager. Desperate as well. You want it so bad and you’re not in the mood for teasing.

“Really bad?” He continues.

“So so so bad. Please.” You don’t waste your time fighting it. You beg because you want it so bad. And he loves your response. “Please put it in, Satoru.”

He does as you wish and his cock slowly enters your cunt. You have to close your eyes because sure his fingers were thick and long but not like his dick. Satoru is cursing under his breath, loving the way your cunt wraps around him.

“You’re s-so fucking tight.” He says once he bottoms out. He gives it a minute before beginning to move slowly. Before you weren’t moaning as loud as you are now. He’s barely even moving, but it just feels so fucking good.

You’re touch deprived, but you’ve also never had someone as thick and long as Satoru before. And it’s nice to see how much he’s enjoying it, at least from your point of view. He bites his bottom lip as he looks down at how his cock disappears inside of you.

Not only do you feel so good and taste so sweet, but the noises that leave your lips sound like music to his ears. If it were up to him, you’d be locked up with each other each day and night just fucking each other. Sick and twisted thoughts are the only ones that go through his mind, but how could he not? Not only are you beautiful but you feel so fucking good around him.

His thrusts pick up speed, and your hand moves down to play with your clit while he focuses on regulating his breath. And not finishing so soon. The latter seems so difficult, you’re just so nice and warm around him.

This wasn’t how he planned his night to end, but he doesn’t mind at all. He loves this more than any other possibility.

“It’s so good-” You moan, your orgasm building up with each and everyone one of his thrusts. You look at him, his head is now thrown back and he bites his bottom lip. The room is poorly illuminated but you know he’s blushing.

You get tighter around him as your orgasm approaches. He goes fast, his release also nearing.

You finish first, loudly moaning as your legs shake. He’s so close as well, thrusts getting sloppy, thinking about finishing in your sweet cunt. He loudly groans before finishing inside you.

You should be worried when you feel his warm cum inside you considering you’re not on birth control. But you’re thinking about him as he lets go of your legs and lays down besides you.

You both catch your breaths for a minute or so. You should come to your senses and leave but your libido is high and all you can think about is getting on top of him and going for a second round. You let him rest for a couple minutes though.

“I wanna go again.” You tell him as you sit down on his torso. He lets out a chuckle, it’s like you’ve read his mind.

“Go ahead, princess.” He responds. You grab his cock and align your entrance with it. Both your cum and his’ serve as lubrication as you lower yourself on his length.

Once it’s fully in, you move back and forth on his cock. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot.

Satoru focuses on your beautiful face, taking in every single detail about it. You look so alluring with your messed up makeup. It was barely noticeable but now you have some mascara running down your cheeks. You’re covered in sweat as well, which he is too.

“Your cock’s so good.” You say, now bouncing on his cock. His hands land on your hips and he holds onto you while you move up and down on his length.

He lets you do most of the work yourself. Except he begins to play with your clit. And that works wonders because you begin to squeeze around him, and he’s nearly in heaven– again.

He was worried about getting addicted earlier, but that worry is long gone. He already is and it’s his first time trying. What’s the point of fighting it when he can just succumb to the pleasure.

“Shit.” You’re breathless, about to orgasm again. You shut your eyes as you see white for the third time in the night, and when he feels it, he takes over and begins to move his hips. You’re so fucking tight around him, it won’t take him long to finish fast as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He curses as he comes inside you again. Once every drop is inside you, he slides his cock out.

You lay down on him, your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you as you both regulate your breaths.

He’s just a stranger yet you have never felt this safe before. You hear the sound of his breathing, and it’s so calming. You feel tranquil as he holds on to you.

Maybe you’re just lonely, or maybe there was something in those cupcakes but at the moment you know you’re happy. Safe in his arms. And it’s foolish but you start planning out your future with a complete stranger because he doesn’t feel like a stranger. He feels like a lifelong friend, a lover.

It isn’t his words that determine that, it’s what he radiates. You’ve never felt like this before around anyone. Not even people that you’ve known all your life.

“It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.” Satoru speaks up, his hand caressing your back.

“Me too.” You respond. Your finger begins to trace lazy circles on his chest.

For a moment you think about your conversation from earlier in the night and you think that if it’s true that everything is already determined, then you hope you’re determined to be with him. You doubt you will find anyone that’ll make you feel like this again in so little time.

You lift your head up and peck his lips, your hand going down to wrap itself around his cock. Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice.

The rays of the sun enter the room and shine directly on you. You try to block it out at first, taking the pillow and putting it over your head, which works. But you gain consciousness quickly and remember that you always sleep with your curtain closing, blocking any sunshine from entering the room. You take the pillow off and look around the room, which isn’t yours.

The moment you sit up on the bed, you remember the events from the previous night. You look down at your exposed chest and bring the bed sheet up to cover it, before studying the bare room. It’s almost as if no one lives here.

And you think about it, and maybe he doesn’t. It was just a spot he knew and he took you here. You feel like a fool. Your face gets warm of embarrassment just thinking about how easily he tricked you. You thought you two actually made some sort of connection, especially with the way you both fell asleep so easily in each other’s arms.

However that embarrassed feeling goes away when he walks into the room. He wears a black shirt and some gray sweatpants.

He takes a look at you, and it’s almost as if he tears his eyes away from you. He awkwardly bites his bottom lip before clearing his throat to speak. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a bit sore.” You respond. He looks at you and tears his eyes away again. You’re glowing and he can’t absorb much of that.

“When are you leaving?” He asks. You feel your heart drop but you try not to show it. Maybe it’s just your overthinking.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I think it’s best if you do.” He tells you. You inhale and hold your breath, looking down at the bedsheets before you nod. “I’m sorry. What happened last night was a mistake. It should’ve never happened. I don’t know what came over me. Sorry for deceiving you.”

The words from last night were just empty words… But they felt so real. You sigh.

“Please leave so I can put on some clothes.”

Time passes normally, and you try to forget about Satoru. While your life isn’t ruined and your heart isn’t broken, but you just keep thinking about him. About destiny. And maybe he was right, maybe he is determined to be alone just like he said.

Over a month passes and you focus on your studies, on your work, on anything else. You don’t care to search for a relationship. Kaya tries to get you to get out but you refuse, especially after the events of last time.

Kaya knew something was up the morning after your night with Satoru, but you convinced her nothing happened. And ever since she has been insufferable about you getting into a relationship.

“Have you looked at Ryo? He’s definitely your type.” Kaya says as she chops some onions for the food that she’s making. You ignore her, playing a game on your phone. She babbles about him while you focus on winning until you smell the food that she’s making.

“What the fuck are you making?” You ask her, putting your hand over your mouth. You stand up and run to the bathroom.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kaya yells, and she runs after you with a glass of water in hand. Once you finish vomiting, you stand up and take the glass of water from her hand and drink most of it. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant.”

Your eyes widen for a second or so, thinking of the possibility that you are. But there’s no way. It’s just exams stressing you out. There’s absolutely no way.

But she noticed your reaction and now she questions it, “There’s no way you are, right? You haven’t been intimate with anyone.”

“Actually… Over a month ago.”

“You used a condom, right? Any type of birth control?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Just a Plan B the morning after.” You answer and she gasps, putting her hand over her mouth.

“You know that those aren’t that effective. Those only stop ovulation.” She informs you. You begin to freak out, your face getting hot just thinking about this all. She opens one of the sink’s drawers and pulls out a pregnancy test, giving it to you. She walks out of the bathroom, leaving you alone to do this.

You stare at the box, your hand shaking, thinking that the results can possibly affect your future. You sigh and open the box, first reading the instructions before taking the test. Your hands won’t stop shaking.

You put the test down on the sink’s counter. Three minutes feel like an eternity. For those three minutes you think about all the possible outcomes that can happen with the test coming back negative. Then all the possible outcomes if the test comes out positive.

“What are the results?” You hear Kaya outside the bathroom, and you can’t even bring yourself to pick up the test from the counter to flip it over. Your hands won’t stop shaking, and you feel as if you’re about to collapse at any moment. Your hands hold on to the sink for support, or else you might fall over.

“I- I can’t do it.” You mutter. You have to take a deep breath. Ignoring the test won’t stop reality, but it spares your feelings for a minute. It keeps your world together for a minute. For another minute. Then your world will fall apart. “Fuck.”

You finally grab the test and your hands are shaking. You might drop it at any moment. You flip it over and you shut your eyes because you don’t want to read the result. For another minute. Then you open them and read the results. Ones that you have been dreading. And immediately you put it down and hold on to the sink. You sigh.

“I’m pregnant.” You mutter. “I’m pregnant. Fuck.”

You fall down on the ground and bury your face into your hands, immediately letting out a sob. You’re still so young, with a bright future ahead of you, and having a baby won’t make it ideal.

“What are the res-” Kaya barges into the bathroom, only to find you on the floor, crying your heart out. That tells her everything she needs to know. She sits down besides you, unsure of what to do. She wraps her arm around you, trying to hug you. “It’s going to be okay.”

She attempts to reassure you but it doesn’t work. At the moment, your world is crumbling into pieces. You’re still so young, and you can’t do this alone. No, this isn’t something you wanted. You don’t want this. A baby when you’re freshly 20 is the last thing you need. And the father of the baby– he’d want nothing to do with this for sure. Satoru Gojo described his night with you as a “mistake” and something that should’ve never happened, so you doubt that he’d want this.

20 year old Satoru Gojo will most definitely tell you to get an abortion. And maybe you’ll do the procedure without telling him anything because what he doesn’t know doesn’t affect him. That’s all you can think about. It’s not like you and Satoru will ever cross paths again.

“When are you going to tell him?” Kaya asks and you can’t help but shake your head. You’re not going to tell him.

“I’m not.” You respond and she furrows her eyebrows. She doesn’t know what to say to that. She wants to give you her undeniable support in each step but she also believes that the father should know.

“Why don’t you want to tell him?” She questions, hoping that your response will put her at ease. She’s scared that you won’t give her a valid reason and she’ll stay quiet, the weight of the secret weighing on her conscience for the rest of her life.

“Kaya, I- I just don’t know what to do.” You sob, and she comforts you. You calm down and tell her, “I know he’s not going to want this.”

“But what do you want?” She asks. You cry into your hands because you don’t know what you want. “Whatever you do, I’ll support you. Even if I have to keep it a secret from everyone else. I’m by your side, always.”

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