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neinoko · 2 days ago

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⌗ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 ᵎᵎ ━━ 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊

♱ pairing. megumi x fem!reader

♱ synopsis. a pair of retired delinquent junior high students are surprised to find themselves reunited at jujutsu tech, overtime, the pair find themselves falling back into old habits in each other’s company, resulting in an intimate explosion of emotions.

♱ tags. mutual pining, explicit language, suggestive language, underage drinking, use of marijuana, smut, piv, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, overstim, oral f&m receiving, brat taming, possessive megumi, fingering, squirting, creampie.

knock knock knock

you paused right before putting the joint to your lips. groaning, you set the freshly lit cone down and stood up, getting mentally prepared to explain the rapidly spreading scent of weed filling your dorm to what you worry is a teacher.

another small string of knocks comes from the door right as you reached it.

you swung the door open aggressively, irritated by whoever decided to bother you now of all times only to be met with the slightly surprised face of megumi.

you sighed out of relief. megumi was probably the best person who could be at your door right now.

megumi was your old friend from junior high who you used to get wasted with all the time before your aunt pulled you out of school for your bad behavior.

of course, you lost contact with him and hadn’t seen him since.

so you were very surprised to see him at jujutsu tech after all that time, you hadn’t even known he could see curses.

it had been a few days since you started at jujutsu tech, so you weren’t expecting to see him at your room, it had been about 2 years since the two of you last hung out together.

“smoking?” megumi asked, his deep and raspy voice snapping you back to reality.

he had that same irritated and tired expression he's always had, one hand scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “yeah, wanna join?” you asked without thinking, perhaps habit, but you almost immediately regretted it.

what if megumi had a change of heart and now miraculously hates weed and anyone who does it— “sure.”

you felt your shoulders relax as your worry ceased, not even realizing you were that nervous. stepping aside, you invite him in. you watch him step into your room, one hand in a pocket, with the other still scratching the back of his head as he looks around your room.

closing the door, you stare at him for a second, soaking in his figure.

he’s gotten taller and rather toned yet somehow still slender, noting how his hair was the same as it was all that time ago. you can’t ignore the feeling burning in your gut. a sensation you forgot existed, something you've only felt with him alone.

megumi looks back at you, those familiar aquamarine eyes squinting at you. “y’just gonna stand there?” he asks condescendingly before sitting on the floor in front of your coffee table.

embarrassed, you walk over and sit down adjacent to megumi, having stolen your spot. you watch as megumi picks up your customized lighter and admires it for a moment before commenting, “you still have this? i thought your aunt would have made you throw it away…” he trails off before picking up the joint and relighting it.

“yeah… well, i made sure to hide it from her well, so...” you trailed off, distracted, earning a hum in response.

staring hard, you watched as he held it between his blushed lips while lighting before taking a long puff, the end glowing, he was still well experienced.

you gulped, feeling rather awkward. it had been ages since you had shared a smoke, let alone been in each other’s company. megumi inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes as a peaceful expression melted into his features before blowing the smoke out, humming in satisfaction.

“here,” he said, handing the blunt to you.

you held the cone lightly between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth and finally being able to get the puff you had been dreaming about the whole day.

“y’started rolling yourself?” megumi asks, gazing down at your rolling tray and table littered with weed and raw papers. you nod in response, taking another hit before having to give it back up. megumi stares at you for a brief moment, watching intently as you enjoy a second long puff.

“i had to learn after we stopped talking, since you always did it for me,” you reminisce, handing the blunt back to him. “you’ve gotten pretty good,” he says before hitting again.

“i remember your attempts back then were so shit it was funny,” he chuckles a little at the thought, eyes staring off into the distance as he relishes in the memory.

you grunt, “shut the hell up,” you bite back playfully, a smile pulling at your lips as you sit up straight to reach for your rolling tray and toss it in front of megumi.

he looks at you with a little smirk, eyes meeting yours again and like it’s telepathy, he understands what to do. “roll for me again, for old times sake,” you say despite knowing he already knows what you want.

megumi reaches for the weed and raw paper and you decide to put on some music as he rolls a crisp joint like always, a wave of nostalgia hitting you like a truck.

giddy, you snatch the blunt and admire it before lighting it, relinquishing your first one to megumi. you smile widely at megumi, who stares at you through long lashes and a little smile.

you two sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before you got an idea, “want a beer?” you asked, standing up and approaching your fridge. “sure,” megumi responded and you walked back with two icy cold beers.

sitting down, you handed him the can and you both cracked open yours before doing a little cheers and subsequently chugging the whole can like it was tradition, because it really was.

slamming the can down, you winced in pain as the gas bubbled in your chest.

you let yourself fall back onto your palms, your arms the only thing holding you up and you reveled in the ecstasy that was megumi and all you did with him.

“let’s do a blowback,” megumi said suddenly.

your breath hitched and you shot up to look at megumi to see if he was serious.

all he did was stare back with a sloppy smile and glossy reddened eyes, looking rather hopeful as his eyes analyzed your reaction.

“for old times sake” he added, a persuasive tone lacing each syllable.

you were stunned at his suggestion, not because blowbacks are anything crazy, but because of what happened the first and last time you did one with him.

when you first heard about blowbacks, you were curious and decided you wanted to try one with megumi to see if it was as good as people say it is. however, you chose the worst possible night to try it.

you and megumi had been excessively drunk that night and as two hormonal teenagers, of course something as intimate as a blowback would get the both of you riled up. apparently, it was meant for couples to do and not friends.

that night ended in you being sent home by megumi’s older sister, tsumiki, after she walked in on you and megumi in the midst of an intense makeout session, with your clothes halfway off.

you blinked at him, he knew exactly what his words meant but it didn’t seem to bother him. “c’mon,” he said, pushing a little harder before you finally decided to give in.

you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed that made you say yes or made megumi even suggest it. “fine,” you say, huffing as megumi chuckles lowly with satisfaction, “there we go,” we drug out his words in a whisper.

you scoff, watching as he taps off the ash of his blunt into your ashtray before taking a long puff, staring at you with unreadable eyes the entire time.

you struggle to decide if he deliberately chose to use his blunt, which happened to be shorter.

you and megumi scoot closer together in a tense silence.

before you could lean in, megumi grabbed you by the chin with one hand and pulled you closer, holding your head still as he placed the join into your mouth with his other hand, slender fingers ever so slightly grazing your lips.

your fingers replace his on the blunt and both hands meet on either side of your jaw to steady you and keep you right where you are, his hands are hot on your face and you feel his soft fingers gently rubbing your ears.

like it’s instinct, your other hand comes up and lightly grasps megumi by his chin.

your eyes dart up to meet his, already staring right into your irises like he’s searching for something.

his eyes are soft yet dark and you can’t quite read the mysterious emotion lingering behind the deep hues of his irises. you study his features, more mature than back then and it seemed like he can only get more handsome the older he gets.

it’s like you’re staring at each other for an eternity before you feel him start to blow his smoke through the other end, making you suck in.

megumi does it slow, teasingly, all while maintaining eye contact and still rubbing your sensitive ears with the same look in his eyes like before, making your head spin and you feel like you’re about to go crazy.

suddenly, megumi lets out a soft moan, making a wave of electricity run up from your core and it hits you just how horny he’s making you, your whole body is on fire as wetness slowly pools in your panties.

he finally pulls away, one hand leaving your cheek and pulling the blunt from your lips, you breathe in and it hits you harder than you hoped it would. “good,” he cooes, making your face burn.

your eyes darted back and forth between megumi's, his breath heavier than before, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he licked his lips, his hand coming back to your face and continuing to rub your skin soothingly like he knows that hit you hard.

you’re almost panting now, and you’re trembling, you’re sure megumi notices because you watch as he lets out an amused exhale and his usual neutral demeanor has now fully shifted into amusement, faux concern.

“you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper, his hot breath hitting your skin, enough to make you shift in your seat.

you can only nod, lightly biting at your bottom lip and thighs pressing together for some kind of release. you could only pray megumi didn’t notice.

you notice megumi's eyes fall to your lips and lick his own in a slow bite before finally looking back at you with an expression clearer with what you now realize is yearning.

his pretty face and alluring eyes make you fully crumble, and before you could stop yourself, you slammed your lips against his.

it was sloppy—greedy, years of desire came flooding out all at once and before you could process any of it, megumi's tongue was in your mouth.

megumi's hands retreat from your face to land on your hips, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling your fingers in the hair above his nape.

his hands slowly traveled down your thighs, giving the plush flesh a gentle squeeze before reaching back up to rest on your ass, fingers slipping under your loose pajama shorts, hiking your panties higher up your ass to reveal more skin.

you gasp when you feel a much firmer squeeze followed by a smack, hard enough to make you jolt and yelp into megumi's mouth.

you turned your head slightly, deepening the kiss and uniting tongues sloppily, earning a needy groan from megumi.

pulling away, megumi looks at you in a daze, his lips glossy and swollen, cheeks red and hot, he was panting. megumi studies your expression as his fingers begin to gently fondle the pliant fat of your ass.

you lean back in for more, already missing the feeling of his lips against yours and the eager movements of his tongue.

a small moan escapes your lips as he pulls your body even closer to his and the sudden feeling of his growing erection beneath you only serves to make you wetter than before.

megumi's hands cautiously rock you back and forth on his clothed cock, positioned perfectly so that you can feel him growing harder against your pussy.

you felt your lower stomach tighten as your arousal builds, your clit pulsating, feeling like you could cum at any moment.

you grind your hips down in search of friction to ease your aching cunt, feeling his cock twitch angrily at the sudden movement, forcing a moan from megumi's lips.

you feel electricity shoot to your core, his moan making you even needier and you’re sure he can feel your wetness through his sweats, moaning as his dick catches your clit perfectly, making you shudder.

megumi's hips buck at the feeling of your cunt pulsating against his throbbing erection, making him hiss as he pulls away from your wet and sloppy lips, head dropping down to plant wet kisses along you collarbone and neck, biting and sucking your sensitive skin.

you whine at the feeling, rolling your hips so you could hear more of megumi's whines and grunts. "mmm... fuck," megumi pulls you to his chest, moaning into the crook of your neck. he was so close, he needed you to stop but couldn't bring himself to tell you.

like a blessing, you stop, noticing how his cock desperately twitches, begging for more. you slid off him and stood up, looking down at his antsy figure, seeing the tall tent in his sweats.

you cup megumi's face, his hands gliding up your legs, staring at you with the most desperate expression. you bent down and gave him a kiss before pulling away, reaching down and pulling megumi’s shirt off, revealing his toned abs.

"sit on the bed," you whisper, staring deep into his eyes.

obediently, he stands up, legs shaking ever so slightly from his arousal as he walked over to your bed and plopped down at the edge, spreading his legs expectantly, you smirk when you notice how his cock twitch through his pants.

you plant your hands on his knees while slowly sitting down between his legs, maintaining eye contact with megumi the whole time, amused at how oh so desperate he looked.

his breath hitched as you ran your hand over his hardened dick. megumi's hips bucked and his whole body twitched, a strained moaning tearing from his throat, his cock jerking as you palmed him with enough force to ruin him.

you giggled, watching mercilessly as a string of moans flew from his lips, exciting you.

you stopped to grab the hem of his sweats, megumi lifting his hips to help you pull them down, tossing them to the side, revealing the outline of his girthy cock and a stain of precum right at his tip.

you smirk, looking up at the blushing megumi, his hand over his face, trying to shield himself from the utter embarrassment he felt. teasingly, you leaned down and placed a kiss on his erection, megumi whining at the erotic gesture, "y-you're so lewd..."

"you can barely handle it," you hum, resting your cheek on his hot dick, loving the way it reacts to your touch, "and yet you're still begging for more," you taunt.

"screw you-nghh," megumi tries to bite back, but you cut him off with a firm lick up his shaft, jumping at the feeling of your hot wet muscle dragging along the underside of his cock. "i can't possibly give you more, i mean-look at you," you say provokingly.

"you're already about to cum and i've barely even touched you," you mock.

"p-please..." megumi muttered shakily, "i'm begging you, just please stop teasing me..." you couldn't help but laugh a little at his pathetic protest, and just to toy with him on more time, you plant a slow, torturous kiss on megumi's tip.

“fine,” you say, reaching for the elastic of his briefs, slowly pulling them off of him, your eyes trailing down the veins on his lower abdomen that led straight to his cock.

you pulled until his briefs revealed the trimmed hairs decorating his base to the beginning of his girthy shaft with pulsing veins wrapped around it all the way until his cock sprang free and revealed his red weeping tip, sticky with precum.

his balls we’re heavy and obviously ready to release his loads, tightening in excitement.

an embarrassed moan falls from megumi as you admired at the cock you fantasized about all these years. it was so much more impressive than you hoped.

you were practically drooling at the sight.

you pushed megumi’s thighs farther apart, moving your head until your breath hit his cock, making his leg twitch.

sticking your tongue out, you dragged it from his balls all the way to his leaky cockhead. “agh!” megumi yelped as you ran your tongue over his slit, gathering the salty precum on your tongue.

wrapping your lips around him, your swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked, staring at megumi with fiery eyes. “goddd, fuck,” megumi growled, head thrown back and chest rising and falling rapidly.

you pull back, lapping up the precum spilling from his tip before taking him in your mouth again, fully sinking down until your lips met his base. megumi cried out followed by high pitched whines as you bobbed your head.

“nghh… please, s-slow down! ‘s too much,” whimpered, hands coming down to fist your hair, tugging desperately in an attempt to slow you down. you stared up at him, teary eyes with drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, a sight that megumi wanted to burn into his memory.

he watched intently as he disappeared into the wet warmth of your mouth, your small moans vibrating against him.

you give megumi no time to breathe, coming up for one breath before slamming your mouth back down on his cock, reveling in the sensation of his veins pulsing, forcing your tongue out to lick his balls while thrusting your own face on his cock.

“god, you’re a fucking-hah! bitch,” strained moans following his insults as you gagged around his length, your throat tightening as you forced yourself to swallow down his thick girth.

“ahah-oh shiittt,” megumi’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his jaw was slack with a silent scream, the feeling of your mouth around him was like ecstasy and my god, he was so close already.

“oh fuck!” megumi’s cock stiffened even more, his balls tightening and he knew he was gonna cum.

suddenly, he felt you pull back right before you pushed him over the edge. whining like a bitch at the orgasm denial, all while an evil smirk plastered your face, watching as megumi’s cock pathetically jerked and twitched violently.

“ohh, that was a close one,” you mewl with a little giggle, resting your head on his thigh and staring up at him and like the bully you are, you ran your fingertips gently up and down his angry cock.

“i fuckin' hate you,” megumi said shakily, his tip pulsing and hot red, a thousand times more sensitive than before.

“aww, don’t say that,” you start, “you know you love me,” you whisper lowly, seductively, the inflection in your voice daring megumi to fight back.

“shut up, you’re gonna regret this,” megumi grumbled, still embarrassed but now more irritated. you’re not allowed to tease him when you’re the one who was so horny earlier he could see you rubbing your thighs together for friction.

“oh yeah?” you say, egging him on. “make me regret it.”

your eyes widened, megumi’s hand now around your throat and yanking you up off your knees before he threw you onto the bed mercilessly, taking your place on the floor.

before you realized what was happening, your shorts and panties we’re torn from your lower half and discarded to the side, megumi’s hands grabbing your things and forcing your ass to the edge of the bed, parting your thighs to reveal your glistening cunt.

the cold of the air was quickly replaced by the feeling of megumi’s hot breath on your pussy. you watched shocked as he planted a kiss on either side before sinking his teeth into the fat of your thigh, his sharp teeth nearly drawing blood with how hard he bit down, a small punishment.

“you wanna be a brat?” megumi grumbled lowly, his eyes staring directly into your pussy, admiring every last bit of your perfect cunt he so desperately needed.

you gasped as megumi dipped his head down to lick between your folds slowly, only stopping to kiss your clit before pressing his lips against your pussy and lapping at your juices, moaning at the sweet taste of your essence, his hands coming up and slipping under your bra to fondle your breasts, pinching and twisting your hard and sensitive nipples.

he groaned into your pussy, your delicious taste and the scent of your sopping cunt making his cock pulsate. you don’t know how long he’s fantasized about this, every time he’d abuse his cock at the thought of ravaging your wet pussy and now it’s finally all his.

megumi flattened his tongue on your cunt and dragged it over your clit tortuously, making you jolt up and tangle your fingers in his black locks, and string of whines and mewls falling from your lips as he goes back and forth from dipping his tongue into your cunt and licking between your folds before stopping to suck your clit.

“o-oh-fuck! megumi!” you cry out, throwing your head back as you tugged on tufts of megumi’s hair, your thighs shaking as your hips twitched against his mouth.

megumi only growled in response, his tongue exploring your hot tight hole, the muscle pressing against your clenching walls before replacing it with two thick digits, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot, tongue flicking over your clit.

“agh-'s too much, s-stop!” you scream, the feeling of your sensitive bud being tortured by megumi’s determined tongue throwing you over the edge and you swore you were going to squirt but megumi didn’t let up.

“fuck-please!” you restarted to begging, clenching megumi’s hair as your whole body convulsed, your pleas falling to deaf ears as megumi continued relentlessly, fingers pumping faster, harder.

you squirmed as the impending feeling that you were going to both squirt and cum simultaneously hit you, your whole body tensing as you moaned.

“m-megumi, i’m gonna s-squirt!” you stuttered, fumbling your words as the feeling welled in your stomach. “don’t care,” megumi mumbled into your pussy lips, “you wanted this.”

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean-“ your plea was cut off by a shriek tearing from your throat violently as megumi latched his lips onto your swollen clit and sucking, hard.

you came undone beneath megumi, back arched and squirting all while your pussy clenched and fluttered around megumi’s fingers, your juices coating megumis chin and dripping to the floor. your loud moans filling the room as megumi’s tongue continued to lick firm lines over your pussy, he was not about to let you go unpunished.

it was like his tongue got faster and stronger, his lick and sucks becoming more aggressive the more the squealed for him to knock it off until you were full blown screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"f-fu-stop! meg-nghh," you writhed beneath him, not able to breathe and seeing stars.

he finally pulls away, looking up at you with glossy eyes, his lips and chin glazed in your juices, proud of how well he ruined you.

soft moans fell from your lips and you came down, falling back onto the mattress as megumi dipped his tongue back in for a few more kitten licks, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air.

megumi licked his lips and stood up, crawling onto the bed to hover over you, one hand running up the side of your naked body before reaching your bra and t-shirt, hiked up to reveal your breasts.

sliding your shirt off, megumi slides a hand under your body, fumbling with the clasp of your bra before finally undoing it, leaving you fully naked.

in somewhat of a daze, you reach up to glide your hand up his abs, admiring the body you had always longed for. megumi hummed at the feeling, his hand landing on yours and guiding it towards his face, placing the palm flush against his blushing cheek before planting a gentle kiss to the center of your palm.

you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, messy yet intimate and passionate, like your lips were made for each other.

megumi plants himself between your legs to lay flat against you as he deepens the kiss, snaking his arms beneath you and pulling you flush against him, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy.

he moaned into your mouth as grinded his twitchy length against your folds, you whine each time his tip glides over your puffy clit, his precum adding to the sticky slick of your cunt.

impatient, megumi reaches to grab his cock, aligning his tip at your entrance. reluctantly pulling away from your lips, dropping his head beside your before turning to whisper in your ear, "i'm gonna put it in now, okay?" he asks sweetly, concern lacing his voice.

"mhm," you agree, still feeling the affects of your orgasm. megumi breathed heavily as he slowly thrusted his hips forwards, his swollen tip stretching you open, he was so thick you felt like he was going to tear you in half.

you gasp as he fully bottoms out, stretching you deliciously and stuffing your cunt full of his length, his cock twitching in your warm, tight walls that fluttered around him. "mm, fuck," megumi moaned, stilling himself to give you time to adjust.

"'s so big," you whine, straining to take all of him. "you okay baby?" megumi asks, mindlessly throwing a petname at you. "y-yeah," you stutter like an idiot, the fact that megumi is balls deep in you and the name he just called you fully processing and now you're suddenly embarrassed.

"'m gonna start moving now, okay?" megumi says caringly, his hips rolling eagerly. you can only moan in response, his tip already nudging your sweet spot. he can't take anymore waiting, he needs to fuck you the way you deserve.

you can feel every bulging vein as megumi pulls his hips back before snapping them forward with a loud clap, his hips making bruising contact with yours. you cry out and megumi groans deeply, his voice reverberating in your ears.

"shiiittt," megumi grunts, rolling his hips even rougher, loving how your cunt feels around him and the oh so beautiful whines falling from your lips.

megumi pistons into you, pulling out just to slam his cock so deep you can practically feel him in your stomach, each deapstroke making your eyes roll back. you clawed at his back with your head thrown back, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"fuck, so fucking tight," megumi growled, sitting up to angle his cock at your g-spot, earning a sensual moan from you.

the sight beneath him was so erotic, your naked body splayed beneath him, his cock shiny with your arousal, a creamy ring building around his base with each thrust, and your face twisting in pleasure.

"oh m'god, you're so fucking sexy," megumi muttered, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, holding your thigh and bringing a hand down to rub tight circles around your clit, itching to make you cum again so he can see that gorgeous face you make.

you mewl and claw at your bed sheets, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud and making you twitch. his cock forcing it's way in and out of your tight cunt, bullying your cervix and stretching you soo deliciously.

"megumi please-agh-harder!" you beg needily, making megumi forcefully slam into you, your gummy walls swallowing his cock so well.

"takin' me like such a good girl," megumi says, planting kisses on your calf, "milking me so fucking good."

megumi starts to ramble, his orgasm creeping up on him, "you like that? you like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? ngh! this pussy was made f'me."

"just f'me" "mine, all fucking mine"

megumi threw his head back, mumbling in deep moans about owning you, being all yours, and how he's never gonna let you go; his voice raising an octave the closer he gets to coming, his balls tightening and cock pulsating.

"godd, you're never gonna leave me," those words were enough to shoot electricity straight through you, making you clench around megumi's cock at how much his words turned you on.

pussydrunk, megumi cries out, hips stuttering. "say you're mine," he starts, slurring his words, "say you're all fucking mine."

"fuck! i'm all yours!" you squeal, his thrusts sloppy but rough. "say it, say you belong to me," he says in a strained moan. "i belong to you," you obey, too fucked stupid to refuse, your lower belly tightening and pussy pulsating. "who? hah-who do ya' belong to, baby?" megumi demands, his hips stuttering. "megumi~! ngh, i belong to megumi-agh!"

you fall apart beneath megumi in a scream, pussy clamping down on his cock and milking him for all he's worth as his cock twitches and jerks violently as he yells out, falling on top of you as his hips twitch and thrust into you as shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside your cunt as your orgasm waves over you violently.

the feeling is euphoric, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you clawed at megumis back, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him deeper.

"fuck!" megumi growls with one last thrust, burrying his cock as deep as he can and dumping the last of his hot sticky cum in your pussy, a string of curses and moans following.

sweaty and gasping as you both come down from your orgasms, loosening your grip on his body as he lifts his hips, pulling out his softening cock.

megumi's tense figure relaxed into yours, small whimpers and pants still leaving him as he came down from his orgasm, holding on to you as he rested his face next to yours.

absolutely spent, you both stayed like that in a comfortable silence before megumi turned his head and kissed the shell of your ear lovingly, "i love you," he said hesitantly, and you can't tell if the pounding heart beat you're hearing is yours or his.

you turned your head to look into megumi's, wondering if you heard right or if the weed and alcohol were playing cruel tricks on you. his eyes darted back and forth between yours expectantly, his cheeks still dusted pink.

"i love you too," you finally say, something you've been waiting to say for years.

you feel your chest tighten with doubt but you're quickly eased by the megumi leaning in and placing a loving kiss on your lips, smiling as he pulls away with glossy eyes like he's about to cry.

"i really love you," you reiterate, feeling like you hadn't made yourself clear enough. "i love you too, baby," "you're sure?" "yes, i'm all yours,"

"and you're all mine."

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camficdiner · 2 days ago

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[1.3] [2.9] [3.6] [4.3] andddd maybe it’s at the lake house and Luke can’t handle seeing you in tiny bikinis alll day!!

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 027

🍒 thank you for ordering, babe! here’s your lake house fic with tattoos, tension, and one Hughes brother trying not to combust all day long 💦

💬 “Warm Waters, Warmer Nights”

✨ description and prompts:

character: Luke Hughes

prompt: You meet his brothers for the first time at the lake house in Michigan. Luke can’t handle seeing your perfect, tattooed body in a bikini all day.

word count: ~1.k

type: mixed fluff & smut

🛼🍒✨🧁

You wore the black bikini on purpose.

Not because you were trying to make a scene. But because it was hot out, Michigan summer kind of hot — where the sun sat high and smug, and the lake practically begged you to jump in the moment you arrived.

And maybe — just maybe — you liked the way Luke stared at you when you wore it.

He brought you here to meet his brothers. Officially. That word had weight behind it now. “I want you to see the lake house,” he’d said, casual. But you could tell he was nervous. His fingers had fidgeted the whole drive. His leg bounced every time you looked at him. And when he parked the car? He exhaled like he’d held his breath for two states.

You stepped out barefoot onto the gravel driveway, sunscreen already making your skin shine. Your bikini top hugged your chest perfectly, straps slightly askew from the drive. The hem of your towel sat high on your thigh. Tattoos out. Hair undone.

Luke looked at you like you were going to ruin him.

“Okay,” he muttered, jaw tight, “maybe we go inside first—”

Too late.

Jack opened the door, saw you, and immediately smirked. “So this is what you’ve been hiding in Jersey?”

Luke groaned. “Jack, don’t—”

“Relax, man. I’m just saying. Good taste.”

Quinn followed, quieter. He gave you a once-over — not rude, just observant — and nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t say more. But you caught him glancing down at your ink as you stepped inside.

The house smelled like pinewood and beer. There were flip-flops by the door, half a sandwich left on the counter, and someone’s wet shirt hanging off the back of a chair.

You felt their eyes on you the whole time. Not in a mean way. Just… assessing. This was the girl Luke was officially introducing. That meant something.

You smiled through it all. You were good at smiling. Even when Luke kept hovering behind you, touching the small of your back, tugging at your towel like he wanted to cover you up and keep showing you off at the same time.

He introduced you. Jack made three sarcastic comments in under five minutes. Quinn asked if you wanted something to drink. You ended up on the back deck, lake glistening in front of you, hot air wrapping around your body like a second bikini.

And Luke? Luke couldn’t stop looking.

—

The tension built all day.

From the dock, while you stretched your arms over your head to dive in — and Luke choked on his water.

From the boat, when you laid back sunbathing and Jack said, “If you don’t make it official with her soon, I will.”

From lunch, when you walked past in dripping lakewater, and Luke fumbled his fork.

Every time you bent over to grab a drink, adjusted your towel, or even just breathed — Luke looked like he was going to combust.

He kept his hands to himself. Barely.

You caught him more than once gripping the edge of a table, knuckles white.

He didn’t sit next to you at lunch. Too risky.

Didn’t help you re-tie your bikini. Too obvious.

Didn’t say a word when Jack asked, “So, when are you two getting freaky in the hot tub?”

Just blushed. Deeply. Silently.

Until the sun dipped low, and the others retreated inside.

And you?

You got into the hot tub.

—

The water steamed under the night sky. Lights from inside the house glowed softly behind you. The jets bubbled around your thighs as you sank in, letting your head fall back, moonlight catching on your skin.

You didn’t say a word when you heard the sliding door open.

Luke walked out shirtless — still in swim trunks, but barefoot, lips parted like he’d run out of self-control the minute Jack and Quinn shut their bedroom doors.

“You good?” you asked, already smirking.

He stepped into the water like he was in a trance. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me all day.”

“I think I do.”

“You wore that bikini on purpose.”

“And?”

“You knew exactly what you were doing.”

You moved across the bubbling surface and straddled his lap in one fluid motion, warm water curling between your bodies.

“I’ve been so good all day,” he said, gripping your waist. “I didn’t touch you. Didn’t say a thing.”

You leaned in, teeth brushing his ear. “Want a reward?”

His hands gripped your ass under the water. “No. I want to ruin you.”

And then his mouth was on yours — hot, desperate, claiming.

You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, hands slipping beneath the water to tug at your bikini bottoms. Your hips rolled instinctively against his, the only sound around you the slap of water, low grunts, and the steady ripple of desire finally snapping.

“Luke—” you gasped.

“I’m done playing nice.”

He pulled the fabric aside and thrust into you in one smooth motion. The water splashed against the edges of the tub. You cried out — loud — only to have him cover your mouth with his palm.

“Shh,” he breathed against your throat. “Wanna get us caught?”

You licked his hand. “Maybe.”

“Fucking tease.”

He fucked you slow at first. Teasing. Letting you feel every inch of it. The water kept moving, sloshing, rocking you both like a boat about to capsize.

You clutched his shoulders, panting, whimpering, feeling him grip you harder each time your body clenched.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, “and they’re gonna know it.”

“Then make me scream.”

“I plan to.”

Somewhere behind you, inside the house, a light flicked on.

Neither of you noticed.

But Jack did.

He paused in the hallway. Blinked. Then turned the light off.

—

The next morning.

You sat at the breakfast bar, hoodie on, but still glowing. Luke nursed a coffee beside you, both of you trying very hard to act normal.

Jack walked in, paused, and said, “So. The hot tub works. Loudly.”

You froze mid-sip. Luke groaned.

Quinn entered behind him, deadpan. “At least you waited until we were inside. Sort of.”

Jack raised his mug. “Next time, close the damn curtains. And maybe don’t let her ride you where I eat my dinner.”

Luke turned red. You buried your face in your sleeve.

Jack winked. “Warm waters, huh?”

You coughed a laugh. Luke muttered, “I hate everything.”

You didn’t.

Not even close.

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sturniololuvz · 2 days ago

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Could you do something of either dad!matt or dad!chris helping their teen daughter through her first breakup?

(i’m obsessed with your teendad!chris btw it’s so good!!)

💄teendad!chris

It was already dark when Chris heard the front door click shut a little too hard.

He glanced up from the kitchen sink where he was rinsing out Daisy’s favorite water bottle — the one with the cartoon stickers she never let anyone touch. She’d been out with her friends, supposedly just going to get smoothies and walk around the outlet mall.

But the second she stepped into the kitchen, he knew something was off.

Her face was pale, blotchy. Eyes red. And she wasn’t talking — not even a “hi, Dad.” No humming. No teasing. No asking what was for dinner.

“Bug?” he asked gently, setting the bottle down. “Everything alright?”

She shook her head once, sharply. Her bottom lip wobbled and her voice cracked when she muttered, “No,” and turned away fast, wiping her face with her sleeve.

Chris’s whole body froze for a second.

It was like the air in the room changed. Like something sank in his chest.

He followed her slowly down the hall, watching her retreat into her room and sit on her bed. She didn’t slam the door, but she didn’t close it either — a silent invitation.

So he came in.

She didn’t look at him, just picked at the hem of her hoodie with shaking hands. Chris sat beside her, carefully, giving her space.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, voice soft and steady.

She shrugged. Then, like a dam broke: “He dumped me.”

Chris blinked. “What?”

Her face crumpled. “He fucking dumped me, Dad. Like I’m nothing.”

The word hit him like a slap. Not the cursing — though it still felt weird to hear her say it — but the pain behind it. That kind of hopeless ache in her voice that he hadn’t heard since she was a little girl with a skinned knee and a broken toy.

Only this was way worse.

He swallowed hard. “Daisy…”

“I didn’t even see it coming,” she whispered. “He just said it wasn’t working. That he needed space. That I was too much. Like—like he didn’t even care.”

She curled her legs up and buried her face in her knees, and that was it.

Chris reached for her.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in, holding her like he used to when she was five and afraid of thunderstorms. Her hair smelled like coconut shampoo, and her body shook in his arms.

She cried into his chest. Big, messy, heartbroken sobs.

And Chris—Chris just held her. Quietly. Tightly. His jaw clenched, eyes blinking fast.

Because yeah, part of him wanted to go find that boy and make him regret ever laying eyes on his daughter. But most of him just ached for her.

“I hate him,” she whispered at one point.

“I know, baby.”

“I gave him everything. I was so good to him.”

Chris rested his chin on top of her head. “You were. You are.”

She sniffled. “What’s wrong with me?”

His arms tightened.

“Nothing,” he said, voice low and full of emotion. “Absolutely nothing. You hear me?”

She didn’t answer, so he pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her face up so she had to look at him.

“You are smart and kind and beautiful and way too good for some high school boy who can’t handle that. He let go of you, Daisy. Not the other way around.”

Her eyes filled again.

Chris’s own were red now. He cleared his throat. “I wish I could take this pain for you. God, I wish I could. But I promise you — this won’t be what defines you. You’re gonna heal, and one day someone’s gonna show up who sees all the things that dumbass missed. And they’re gonna be lucky to have you. But for now? You’ve got me.”

She folded into him again. “Thank you, Dad.”

Chris kissed the top of her head. “Always.”

They stayed like that for a long time. Just father and daughter. No advice, no fixing. Just love, and safety, and space to hurt.

And even though she couldn’t see it — Chris knew that this, right here, was the beginning of her putting herself back together.

⸻

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formulafanfics13 · 2 days ago

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Riding in a Car - FC43 🔥

masterlist

It started with a look. The kind of look Franco gives her when he's not fucking around. When he doesn't even need to speak. Just cocks his head toward the car and waits.

She knew what it meant. He opened the door. She climbed in. And he drove. No destination.

Just quiet roads and heat between her thighs.

Franco said nothing. His right hand stayed on her bare thigh, fingers tracing slow circles, inching higher every time she shifted.

Her skirt was short. Too short. And she wasn't wearing panties. He knew. Of course he did. Because when he pulled into the dark, empty car park, cut the engine, and turned to her, all he said was "Get in the back."

She obeyed. Climbed between the seats, nervous, breathless, soaked.

He followed and closed the back door. And sat back against the passenger side, spreading his legs. "Come here."

She crawled into his lap. Knees on either side of his thighs. Hands braced on his shoulders. Skirt riding high.

Franco's eyes burned into hers. "No panties," he murmured. "Of course not."

She swallowed.

He leaned up, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her like he owned her.

Hot. Desperate. Tongue in her mouth, one hand sliding between them to undo his jeans, the other yanking her closer until she was grinding against his cock through the denim.

"You're already wet," he groaned. "You got in this car dripping for me."

She whimpered.

He grinned. "Say it."

"I got wet for you."

"Because?"

"Because I wanted you to fuck me in your car."

He unzipped. Pulled himself out, already hard, flushed, perfect.

She looked down.

Franco grabbed her face. "No," he whispered. "Eyes on me."

He lifted her hips. Lined her up. And slid in.

No warning. No hesitation. Just buried himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

The windows fogged. Franco groaned into her throat. "Fucking tight."

She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could barely stay upright.

He filled her completely, the angle, the stretch, the obscene pressure of being split open on his lap in the dark car, seats creaking beneath them. He held her still. Let her feel it. Then grabbed her hips and started to move her.

"You're gonna ride me," he growled. "Nice and slow. Just like that. Let me feel you squeeze."

She whimpered. Tried to move faster. Franco dug his fingers into her ass. "No."

She gasped.

"You move when I tell you to."

"Franco-"

He grabbed her throat. "You want to come?"

"Yes-fuck-"

"Then be good."

He made her grind on him, slow, steady circles, her clit dragging against the base of his cock with every pass. The car was rocking now. The windows dripping. Her breath fogged the glass as she moaned, shaking. Franco watched her. Watched her fall apart on his lap, chest heaving, skirt bunched at her waist, sweat on her skin.

"You look so fucking pretty like this," he whispered. "Think anyone could see? Huh? Think anyone could walk by and see my baby riding me like a little cockdrunk slut?"

She sobbed.

"Say yes."

"Yes-yes-fuck-Franco-please-"

He held her hips still. "You wanna come in my car?"

She nodded frantically.

He smiled. "Then earn it." He started fucking up into her. Hard. Deep. Controlled. Hands on her waist, thrusting so deep she screamed, nails digging into his hoodie, head falling back.

And Franco didn't let up. "You're mine."

"Yes-yes-yours-"

"You're gonna come when I say."

"Please-please-I'm close-"

"Hold it."

"I can't-"

He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her forehead to his, and fucked her harder. "You can."

She broke. Shaking. Ruined. Soaked. "Franco-please-I'll do anything-please let me come-"

And he did. He let her.

"Come for me, baby."

And she screamed his name. So loud. So hard. So wet she made a mess all over his lap, clenching around him, sobbing into his neck. And Franco groaned. Held her close. And came inside her with a moan that sounded like prayer. Then kissed her temple. And whispered, "Next time, we'll leave the window open."

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dustbuniesworld · 9 hours ago

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Unfaltering

Part I < Masterlist > Part II

Paring: Azriel x Reader

Summary: After you are defended by the Shadowsinger and the mate bond snaps into place a conversation must be had.

Warnings: Angst, talk of violence, fluff

Your POV

2 hours ago ~

You held your reddened cheek in disbelief, Nolan had struck you. In front of Azriel no less. Azriel your best friend, the shadowsinger of the Night court, who had pounced on Nolan immediately after you were struck. Frozen in place you could only watch as Azriel brutalized Nolan, blood began to leak from his nose as he took the full force of the spymaster’s punches. Rhysand and Cassian pushed past you and grabbed Azriel under his arms and pulled him away from Nolan.

While he was being dragged across the bar her pointed a finger at Nolan and said “Don’t you ever touch her again” through gritted teeth. You stood there and looked down at Nolan, who groaned as he tried to get up, he looked at you and reached out a hand. You scoffed. “We’re over Nolan. I don’t like males who hit females, but can’t take on another male”. Turning you walked toward where the three brothers stood and locked eyes with a pair of hazel ones. In that same moment as your eyes met Azriel’s the mating bond snapped into place.

Present~

At the House of Wind you stood in you en suite bathroom and examined your face in the mirror. An angry hand print was still present on your face, you didn’t realize the force Nolan had used when he slapped you until now. Your examination was interrupted by yelling in the hall. You moved from the bathroom to your door and swung it open not caring if the boys saw you listening in or not. After all you were the wronged party in this. “The bastard hit her, what was I supposed to do”, Azriel yelled incredulously. Rhysand sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, “Az, I’m not saying that hitting him back was wrong, I would have done the same in your position, but you didn’t have to take it that far”.

Cassian walked up the hallway and stopped next to the High Lord, “Just received word from Madja’s apprentice, Nolan is fine, he’s in recovery”, he spoke bitterly. Azriel looked to Rhys, gesturing toward his other brother with one hand, “See the little worm survived”. You giggled quietly at the expression on Rhysand’s face. Azriel was giving him a run for his money with this bar room brawl in my honor. “Azriel, you still didn’t need to be as brutal”, Az interrupted him, “You don’t understand she is my mate I reacted out of instinct”. Cassian looked at Azriel in surprise, “Our Flower is your mate” he asked, the brightest smile breaking out on his face. Azriel smiled back at his brother and nodded. Rhysand couldn’t help his own smile, his earlier frustration disappearing, “How long have you known, does she know” he questioned.

The dim hallway seemed to become shorter, bring you closer to him, Azriel knew you were his mate. You kept quiet in the shadows of the hall, waiting for your moment to present itself. Azriel spoke once more to his brothers, “It happened just tonight, and I don’t think that she knows. Let alone that she will speak to me ever again. I did turn her boyfriend’s face into soup”. A laughed escaped you before you could stop it, and all three male’s turned to look at you surprise written into their faces, and it only made you laugh harder. You couldn’t help it, they all looked so ridiculous. “We’ll leave you alone”, Rhysand said, grabbing Cassian by the collar and leading him away from you and your mate. “Azriel, thank you”, you spoke softly, looking up at the male and moving from your bedroom door to his. “For defending me, I didn’t think that he would’ve actually hit me, let alone in front of you, but hindsight is 20/20” you said again, letting your words wipe the confusion from eyes. Azriel cleared his throat and shifted slightly, so slight it was almost unnoticeable. You noticed though, “Az, are you nervous”, you asked humor lacing your voice, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Azriel let a breath loose, and looked down at you “How much did you hear”, he asked. You could tell he was bracing himself for rejection, poor Azriel had a habit of thinking himself unloveable. You searched inside yourself, reaching for the thread connecting your souls together and pulled hard as you whispered “Everything”. A gasp left the shadowsinger’s lips and his eyes filled with surprise and joy. A smile laced his lips and he said quietly, “You feel it”, you smiled back at him “of course I do Az, you’re my mate” you replied. The warmth of the moment faded a little, “You don’t have to accept the bond if you don’t want too, I understand that you are in a relationship”, Azriel spoke softly, his words carefully chosen. You looked at him, letting the shock and disbelief show in your eyes. How could he think that you wouldn’t accept the bond, you had been longing for him for decades. You only entertained this relationship with Nolan because you thought you would never have a chance with Azriel and you decided to try and move on. Looking at him, Azriel stood tall but his shoulders slouched and there was sadness in his eyes. He must have thought his fate was already decided you guessed.

Shaking your head you looked up at him, stepping closer and placing a hand flat against his chest, you said, “I couldn’t be happier to know that you are my mate, in fact come on”. Grabbing his hand you led him to the dinning room and pushed him into a chair. Heading into the kitchen you began opening cabinets, grabbing ingredients you thought were best. The recipe came natural to you, just as your mother told you it would. It was an old family recipe you had made it before but this was a special occasion. Making the food didn’t take long, and when it was finished you smiled to yourself. Plating the meal you brought it out to Azriel and set it on the table in front of him, the male looked up at you in disbelief. “Eat”, you said smiling. Not having to be told twice Azriel picked up his fork and began eating, savoring each bite. His eyes brimming with tears as he finished, he wiped his mouth as he stood and turned to you. Smiling the brightest you have ever seen him, he picked you up and spun you around the dining room. Muffled whoops and cheers made you both stop to look out the window and you saw Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta. All smiling and cheering for you and Azriel. Your mate turned to you, “I have waiting centuries for you Flower, now you are bound to me forever”. The happiness in his voice evident, and infectious.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #rhysand #cassian acotar #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #mate bonds #fated mates

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lightsoutmatthews · 10 hours ago

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willy just posted new pics from cannes on his insta and it gave me an idea! can you do willy x reader at some fancy event and the alllll the ladies keep coming up to will, so reader starts to feel really insecure/not enough. but sweet sweet willy is so loyal and so in love with reader and wants to show her that. thanks chica <3333

Those pictures made me go all 😵‍💫

There´s only you – William Nylander

You stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress for the third time in probably as many minutes.

It wasn’t that it didn’t fit, it did, perfectly actually. You had gone shopping a week ago just to find something perfect for tonight.

A sleek, dark navy gown with a slit up the side, elegant but not too showy. Subtle jewelry, hair done up just the way you liked. You looked nice, good, even.

Unfortunately, good didn’t seem like enough for tonight.

Tonight, you were going to a red-carpet charity gala in Toronto on the arm of Leafs winger William Nylander.

You had been dating for a while at this point, but it would be the first time you would accompany him to such an event.

William was adjusting his cufflinks nearby, looking completely at ease in the tailored black tux.

You caught his reflection in the mirror. His blonde hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp and eyes bright. He looked like a movie star.

He was famous after all, but it was more than that. He glowed in places like this.

You felt lucky but at the same time incredibly nervous.

“You ready, älskling?” he asked, smiling at you in the mirror.

“Yeah,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Let´s do this.”

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The venue was stunning. All marble floors, hanging chandeliers and tall windows overlooking the Toronto skyline.

Cameras flashed as you and William stepped out of the car. He held your hand the whole time, even as the mass of reporters shouted his name.

“William! Over here!”

“William, who are you wearing?”

“Is this your girlfriend?”

You clung to his side, eyes darting everywhere.

He leaned down, whispering softly against your ear as he sensed your unease, “You´re doing great.”

The moment you got inside, though, the swam began.

First, it was a group of women, models, maybe, with perfect hair and bright red lips. They recognized him immediately.

“Willy! Oh my God, I didn’t know you would be here tonight!” one of them almost shouted, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

She didn’t even spare you a glance.

Another one giggled, resting a hand on his arm. “I swear you get more handsome every year.”

You laughed politely, stepping a little closer to him. he didn’t move away, but he didn’t say much either, just gave them that soft, easy smile he used in public.

That professional smile you saw him spot many times before.

More women joined throughout the night. Models. Other attendees wives. Influencers. All gorgeous, all confident, all dressed to kill.

And every time they looked straight at William and barely at you. Some didn’t even hide they scanned him from head to toe.

It was starting to bother you, but you didn’t want to be that girlfriend. The clingy, insecure one. So, you smiled, sipped champagne and stayed close but not too close.

But your chest was getting tighter by the minute.

You started comparing.

You dress wasn’t as bold. You shoes weren’t as high. You didn’t have that high-society polish that they all seemed to carry effortlessly.

The way they walked, talked and flirted, it was like they belonged here, and you were just someone tagging along.

At one point, while William was chatting with a group of other Toronto athletes, you stepped away to the restroom.

You needed a break.

Your cheeks were hot, and not from the champagne or the warmth inside the building.

Why did you feel so small? You were the one here with him after all.

You knew William loved you. He told you all the time, but here, tonight, he fit so well in this world of flashing lights and glamorous women.

You couldn’t stop wondering, what if someday he realized he wanted someone more like them?

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed your lips together, trying to shake it off. He hadn’t done anything to even give you remotely the impression that he would.

You just needed a second to breathe.

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When you came back out, you saw him standing near the bar. A tall blonde was leaning in close to him, hand resting lightly on his chest as she laughed at something he said.

It punched you in the stomach immediately.

You turned back towards the hallway and ducked outside to the balcony. It was quieter out there, the city lights glittering below.

You leaned against the stone railing and took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around yourself even though it wasn’t that cold tonight.

You didn’t cry, but the tears picked at the corner of your eyes.

You heard the door slide open behind you a few minutes after initially stepping out.

“Hey,” William said softly.

You didn’t turn around right away, the sound of his voice making the tears threaten to fall any second.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “I just needed some air.”

“I noticed,” he said, coming up beside you now. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated for a second. Debating to tell him the truth.

“I´m fine,” you lied instead. “Just a little overwhelmed with it all.”

William watched you for a second after that. “Something is wrong,” he pointed out.

You looked up at him finally and that was when your voice cracked. “I don’t fit in here, Will. I feel like I´m just standing in the background while all these girls throw themselves at you.”

His expression fell instantly. “What?”

“They´re all so confident and glamorous and they look like they belong with someone like you. Meanwhile I´m just me.”

He was quiet for a beat, his brow furrowing. Then he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Älskling” he mumbled, the Swedish term of endearment sending shivers down your spine. “You´re the only person I see in a room like this.”

You scoffed a little, not because you didn’t want to believe him, but because it felt too good to be true.

“I´m serious,” he said, stepping closer. “You think I care about them or that any of them matter to me?”

You looked down. “I know you don’t mean to make me feel this way, but when they look at you like that, it just…it gets in my head. I start wondering if I´m good enough.”

Williams hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up. “You are good enough. You´re more than enough and you´re everything to me.”

Your eyes burned.

“They don’t know me,” he said gently. “But you do. You know the dumb stuff I watch when I´m sick, the way I get grumpy when I haven’t eaten. You´ve seen me at my worst and still love me. That means more than some girl laughing at my jokes for five minutes.”

You swallowed hard. “But they´re all so…”

“Älskling,” he interrupted you softly. “I don’t want them. I want you. Always.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, slow and sure. His hand stayed on your waist, grounding you.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I know I don’t say this nearly enough,” he murmured. “But I love you. Not because you came here with me tonight or because you look amazing in that dress…which you do by the way. But because you´re you and nothing any of them say or do is ever gonna change that.”

You blinked quickly, trying to keep your tears from falling. “Do you really mean that?” you asked quietly.

“I swear on every hair product in the bathroom,” he laughed, and you joined in a second later.

He smiled at the sound. “Are you coming back inside?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

He took your hand again, and this time, you didn’t feel like you were trailing behind him. You felt like you were right where you belonged.

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Inside, the event was still in full swing, but William didn’t drift back into the crowd.

Instead, he led you to one of the cocktail tables off to the side, ordered you a drink and sat beside you with his arm around your shoulder.

When people came up to him, he smiled, but he didn’t entertain them for long.

When another woman approached with that flirty tone, he didn’t give her the polite brush-off. He simply turned to you and kissed your cheek.

It was a small thing, but in that moment it felt big.

You saw the woman blink, then glance between the two of you before she smiled politely and excused herself.

William leaned into you. “Better?”

You leaned into him, heart full. “Much.”

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Back in your hotel room later that night, everything felt quieter and softer, like the tension of the evening had finally melted away, leaving just you and William, as you were meant to be.

You kicked off your heels the second the door closed, groaning in relief. “My feet are killing me.”

William chuckled and dropped the room key on the table. “You looked incredible, though.”

You gave him a look. “My toes are genuinely numb. I think beauty might actually be pain.”

He laughed in acknowledgement while he was already slipping off his tuxedo jacket and loosening his tie. “Do you need help with the dress?”

You turned around without answering and he unzipped it slowly, carefully, almost sensually.

His fingers brushed the bare skin of your back, lingering just a little longer than necessary.

You didn’t stop him.

Once free, you let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, his glaze roaming over your body until you tugged on the hotel robe.

William toed off his shoes and changed into sweats and a shirt while you whipped off our makeup and tossed your jewelry on the nightstand.

Finally, the two of you ended up on the bed. Him stretched out, you curled into his side with your legs draped over his.

You felt warm, safe and exhausted.

William pulled the blanket over you both, one hand resting on your thigh, the other scrolling through photos on his phone.

“Look at this one,” he said, holding up a picture of you two from the red carpet. “We look hot together.”

“Speak for yourself,” you laughed.

“Babe,” he groaned in disbelief, setting the phone down. “Don’t make me fight you on this again.”

You buried your face in his chest. “I know. I´m sorry. I just… it was a lot tonight. Seeing how people look at you and how those women flock to you. I just felt like I didn’t measure up…”

He shook his head immediately. “You don’t have to measure up to anyone. You´re not in competition.”

You looked up at him. “It´s hard not to feel like I am in those situations.”

Willima stat up straighter, shifting so you were facing each other fully. “Okay. Listen to me,” he started gently. “I love you. Not you on a red carpet or you in a dress. You. The one who is always honest with me and weird and overthinks everything while trying to be chill even when you´re clearly not. I love every part of that.”

Your eyes prickled again, but you smiled.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know I´m used to this stuff. The events and the attention and the cameras, but I don’t care about that stuff. The second you walked away tonight; I couldn’t focus on anything else. I was standing there thinking where you went because I didn’t want to do any of it without you.”

You swallowed and then mumbled. “I didn’t want to make it about me.”

“You are it for me,” he said without hesitation. “You´re the best part of my life. These nights don’t mean anything without you in them.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed in the best way.

He reached for your hand, playing with your fingers as he spoke. “I´m never going to let anyone make you feel like you don’t belong. Especially not in a room I´m in.”

After a short pause he continued before you could interject. “You´re mine and I´m yours. That´s it. That’s the whole story.”

“William,” you breathed, voice tight with emotion.

He leaned in and kissed you. Soft, slow and grounding. The kind of kiss that said “I see you and I choose you. Again, and again.”

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours like it had on the balcony earlier in the night.

“You´re the only one I want to come home to. After a shitty practice or a bad game, after a long road trip or just dinner with the guys, for as long as you will have me.”

You blinked fast, but the tears slipped out anyway.

You let out a quiet laugh. “God, I´m a mess tonight.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “You´re my mess.”

You curled tighter into him, heart full in a way that had nothing to do with the champagne or fancy clothes or flashing lights.

It was just him, just the warmth of his body and the quiet of this moment along with the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his life.

This time you believed it. Not because he said it, but because you knew he really meant it.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

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mi-co-uk · 1 hour ago

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𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- this is not my au!! if anyone knows who made it originally please let me know so I can properly credit !!

ONESHOT - nerd reader approaches dealer chris in need of pills

WARNINGS: intoxication, alcohol, drugs, mentions of bruises, blood and fighting, implied abuse and unalive attempt.

wc: 1.2k

// NAVIGATION //

she walked as if her feet were heavy, gripping the side of her arm as if it would drop off. She didnt belong there. Not an ounce of confidence, unsure of even her own eye movements. Chris’ eyes met hers occasionally, they were hard for her to miss when they wouldnt leave her the whole night.

He couldnt rationalise it. He felt an overwhelming urge to look out for her, watching her clueless wandering between rooms like a lost dog. She drank a little to calm her nerves. Stood next to groups of people monitoring and getting herself stuck inside her own head rather than including herself in the conversation.

The glances were no longer passing ones, she held onto the eye contact, eventually stumbling over with a sense of determination. Chris sipped at his drink, watching as she used the walls to support herself.

She stood directly in front of him, a little too close and she grew intimidated. She opened her mouth to speak, her hesitation overwhelmed her as she shut down what she had planned to say. Chris raised his eyebrows in question, watching her chest rise as she took a deep breath.

“Youre the-the drug guy?”

“depends whos asking.” he brought his cigeratte to his mouth to take a drag.

“o-oh- you want my name?”

He shook his head and chuckled, “what’re you after?”

“um, a lot?”

He started pulling bags of pills out from his jacket pocket, running through the maths mentally.

“enough to um, to kill someone?” she mumbled out quietly, fiddling with her hands.

Chris halted his movements, scanning across her body noticing various bruises and scars barely hidden by the hems of her clothing. He looked back and forth between her eyes, noticing her increased anxiousness. He handed over a few bags, shaking his head and pushing her hand back when she tried to hand over some money.

“they deserve it?” he mumbled out, holding eye contact while he placed his cigarette back into his mouth.

she nodded, still unsure of herself as she fidded with both the bags and her money. “yeah. yeah, they do.”

She now avoided eye contact, only looking up at him to smile in thanks.

He watched as she headed towards the front door, following in order to poke his head out the doorframe and watch as she disappeared slowly down the street. He hoped that whatever piece of shit had been hurting her got what they deserved.

“Did you hear about that girl in our year?” one of the girls in the couch wouldnt shut up. Spitting out various personal information shed been entrusted with as she downed her drinks over and over.

“She like took a bunch of pills and like fully tried to OD”

“Who?” chris interrupted the other groups conversation, breaking his usual bout of silence.

“Some girl, i dont know” she mumbled out defensively.

“Was she here last week?”

Another guy chimed in, “that nerd girl?”

“Yes, was it her?” he edged forward on couch, a clear sense of urgency as he pressured the information out of the group.

“I think so actually! Her brothers a dealer so people think she took from his stash” she laughed as if there was any comedic value in what she was sharing. “Hes basically a murderer!” she gasped and tried to rally up the rest of the group to laugh with her.

“No her brother doesnt sell pills” another girl interrupted. “She mustve got them from someone else."

The silence was deafening. Slow turning of heads towards chris as they connected the dots between his panic and his pills on the table in front of them.

He abruptly stood up, “whos her brother?”

His anxiety reached a new high, knocking on the front door before pacing on the porch. Her brother answered as he expected.

“The fuck you doing here?”

He scratched the back of his neck trying to swallow down his new found nervousness. “Im here for your sister. I just wanna talk to her.”

Her brother scanned chris up and down, eyes squinted to figure out his intent.

He tilted his head in a gesture to let him inside, shutting the door behind him. "wait here.” he instructed, heading up the stairs.

Eventually he came back down and led chris up the stairs.

His eyes were full of guilt as he approached her bed, her brother stood in the doorway monitoring.

“go away, leo.” she commanded.

He passive aggressively looked between the two of them and reluctantly shut the door. He sat on the end of her bed, watching as she moved her knees up to her chest in a protective position.

“I wouldve have given them to you. If id known.” he whispered.

She merely nodded, still processing the fact he was in her house - her room.

Chris took a deep sigh, “whyd you do it?” there was a hint of anger in his tone. “I thought it was for someone else- for someone hurting you.”

“It was.” she mumbled.

“You dont count. Another person counts, not yourself. Dont ever pull that shit again.”

She looked down at her lap, avoiding his intense gaze.

“Why does it matter? You dont even know me.”

“I dont know you but i know the feeling.”

She looked back in his direction, eyes a little wider and mouth a little agape.

“And it hurts like hell, but you-” he steadied his emotions. “You arent suppose to die yet. Youre smart, if theres no hope of happiness for you then theres no hope for anyone. Youre suppose to live.”

“‘M not smart-”

“Cmon just listen. Life isnt for everyone, why do you think i have to sell these pills? I havnt got a big bright future ahead of me. You can have one. Just stop being stupid and-”

The door slammed open, her brothers eyes wide full of anger.

“You sold her the fucking pills?” he yelled, chris stood up from his seat and stood closer to the wall near her.

“Chris. Go home.” she forcefully instructed.

He pushed past her brother, beginning to sprint out the room before he could let out his anger on him. Leo managed to grip his shoulders, shoving him harshly into the wall and watch as he fell to the floor. He started to pummel his fist into chris’ face, gripping his collar to hold him up.

The girl rushed out of her bed, pulling at her brothers clothes as she yelled at him to stop. Eventually chris managed to push at him, standing himself up quickly and holding his nose as he felt the blood drip from it. Her brother took heavy breaths, standing back in front of his sister in a protective stance.

“Youre dead. Dont ever go fucking near her.”

Chris looked over to her as the tears brimmed her waterline, he wiped his blood and turned away to head back down the stairs.

He didnt think he could ever forgive himself. He was lucky enough that she had actually survived it. He barely understood how she did.

Chris walked himself down the street. The blood flowed down his face relentlessly, but he didnt care about himself even enough to even wipe it before it dripped down his shirt. Her blood was on his hands, he might aswell wear his own.

a/n i had this random idea so I made it </3

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seraphine-ann · 3 days ago

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To Be Loved ❝ ch.03 ❞

ᯓ★synopsis here.

pairing: Congressman Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC

summary: Flashback to the day little Livie Barnes was born.

warnings: i guess them reminiscing of their pasts as former assassins (?).

words: 3.8k

author's note: last night and this morning i got the writing zoomies and i was finally able to finish up this chapter. originally it was supposed to be longer and to have one more scene but i've decided to use that scene probably for next chapter. with that said i also want to say that this probably might be the last chapter for a while. i'd like to focus on a few other ideas i have in mind, but i might surprise you with an update of this one every now and then if y'all are really into it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Previous Chapter

5 Years Ago.

Washington, DC.

Bucky hid his flesh hand in his pocket, sighing as the warmth of his formal deep blue trousers kept his fingers from freezing. The hospital hallways were supposed to be as warm as they could to make up for the winter breeze of December haunting the city, yet he still felt the low temperatures down to his spine and bones, making him shiver and exhale deeply now and then.

He got Kiara’s call when he was in the middle of a fundraising event held near the Capitol—the main reason they were in the capital city in the first place. She was fine the entire day, her complaints were nothing outside of the usual at her stage of pregnancy, yet it didn’t surprise him when she called, breathing in between shivers.

It was not the first time Congressman Barnes sneaked out of an event, yet this time he didn’t go out in his usual stealthy way that usually left everyone wondering where he was. Instead, Bucky was followed by insufferable reporters when they saw him sprinting to his car after leaving another member of the press mid-interview after answering his phone.

He didn’t give a flying fuck about how his actions might’ve made him look at that moment. His wife had started labor, their daughter was going to be born any minute, and he was at least 15 minutes away from the hotel where they were staying.

By the time he got to her, Kiara was already at the door outside of their room, the bag he prepared for her and the baby before coming to D.C. clung to her left shoulder and her right hand supported the massive 9-month-belly like it was going to fall from her.

Bucky watched silently as the exaggerated number of flower arrangements sent by Sam were carefully delivered to the hospital room, a soft smile gracing his face momentarily because either way, he knew his wife would love the thoughtful detail, perfect to congratulate her for such a blissful event.

He met the delivery guy outside the room, handing him thirty bucks while thanking him with a polite smile and a nod before he and his partner started walking towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

The man took a deep breath as he entered the quiet space. Kiara was laying down in the bed, ruby-haired braids pulled up in a high bun, face without a trace of makeup whatsoever, allowing him to appreciate the dark freckles scattered through her cheekbones and over her nose bridge.

Bucky pressed his lips forming a thin line as he approached the bed, his right hand going immediately towards her face, caressing the warm cheeks and softly holding her chin between his fingers for just a second, deep blue eyes fixated on every single expression her face made in that small moment. The way Kiara frowned as she let out a soft exhale through her nose was enough to make him smile.

She looked adorable.

The moment the loud cry of their daughter got to their ears, both of them let out tears of joy. Bucky filled his wife’s head with kisses as the doctor quickly, yet carefully, placed the newborn baby girl in her arms.

Kiara sobbed while letting her head hit the pillow, holding little Olivia close to her chest, afraid of breaking such a delicate creature, unable to believe that it had finally happened. Bucky whispered praises and compliments to her ear as his trembling fleshed hand hovered over their daughter’s head, salty tears blurring his vision, heavy breathing as he tried to convince himself that everything was real.

After the nurses returned with Olivia freshly cleaned up and wrapped warm around her costume blanket with her nickname stitched, Kiara was finally left to nurse her for the first time. Her emerald eyes were fixated on that rounded little face, shaky fingers caressing the soft and mushy cheeks, and the tears in her eyes would make their presence known once again.

Bucky, on the other hand, made it his duty to speak with the nurses about his daughter’s condition. He wanted to—he needed to know if everything was okay with her, if the serum running through his veins had any effect on her, positive or negative. He wasn’t going to be completely at ease until the doctor confirmed to him that he hadn’t caused any damage to his baby girl.

Bucky sighed heavily as his eyes now traveled to the bassinet next to the bed. Another small smile graced his lips when his gaze came across his daughter’s peaceful expression. She breastfed a few minutes ago, so her belly must be full and content.

He rounded the bed and got close to the bassinet, the metal arm hid behind his back while his right hand left a soft caress over the blanket wrapping her.

He didn’t even notice the moment he sat down at the edge of the bed, unconsciously being careful enough not to disrupt Kiara’s sleep. It was hard for him to accept it, to believe that the precious tiny being in front of his eyes was a part of him, a piece of his heart.

Bucky never thought it would be possible for this to ever happen, not for him.

Even while Kiara was pregnant, he used to wake up in the middle of the night—mainly because of nightmares relieving his past or his time in war, feeling like he had lost everything over and over again, just for his eyes to open up and be met with the sight of Kiara laying next to him, peacefully sleeping in her pajamas that often left her growing belly uncovered.

He was so proud of his wife for holding on these last few months, for carrying the pregnancy so outstandingly, and for letting him help her with everything she needed.

The feeling of a hand vaguely trying to reach for his waist brought him back to reality, and the ocean in his eyes met with the emeralds in hers. Bucky warmly smiled, getting closer so he could leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her lips slowly, a tender touch that got interrupted by a soft chuckle coming from her.

“I missed you, too.” Kiara whispered while she held his forearms, plump lips leaving a brief kiss on the side of his fleshed hand.

Bucky shyly smiled, kissing her cheek one last time before pulling away, hearing her sigh while the warmth that wrapped around them faded slowly once he straightened up.

“How do you feel?” His voice softened, and he held her hand with an IV between his. Kiara sighed.

“I’m great. The painkillers worked wonders, so that’s something.” She chuckled a little before frowning and then letting out another deep exhale. Her eyes went to the bassinet next to her, immediately getting a smile out of her. “Did they tell you anything yet?”

She asked without taking her eyes off of her baby, yet her hands now switched to being the ones holding Bucky’s, feeling him tense up a little bit with the question.

Bucky took a deep breath, but right before he was about to answer, there were knocks on the door followed by the calm presence of the doctor who delivered their daughter just a few hours ago. She smiled at both of them while giving a quick look at the sleeping baby and then redirecting her attention back to them.

“How are you feeling, mama? Did the painkillers work?” She asked, addressing the most important matter first. Kiara sat up slowly on the bed with prompt help from Bucky, who now stood to face Dr. Whitt.

“Oh, yes, absolutely. I was just telling my husband so.” Kiara gave the woman a weak smile as her head nodded multiple times.

“That’s great news! Please do not hesitate to speak to the nurse if you need anything else, alright?” Kiara nodded again, lips pressing into a thin line as she grew impatient to know what she had to say about her baby.

Dr. Whitt looked through her iPad for a moment, as if she needed to confirm something before finally speaking. Bucky held his breath, hand holding Kiara’s over her shoulder as they waited for the woman to start talking.

“Well, as per Mr. Barnes’ request, we’ve run some tests to confirm your daughter’s health status,” she started, iPad turned off and held to her chest. Bucky gulped while Kiara pressed his hand. The doctor continued, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Olivia’s results showed that she’s completely healthy, just as we predicted. Regarding traces of super serum, we speculate she could have some of it in her system. Upon observation, we concluded that any effect it might have on her immune system would mostly be positive.”

The way Bucky let out a deep exhale made both women chuckle. He almost fell to his knees, but held it together, eyes closing, lips kissing Kiara’s temple, and mind thanking God for all the good news.

“And-,” the man bit his lower lip for a second before letting out a shaky breath, his arms wrapped around his wife’s shoulders, and his chin slightly pressed on her head. He turned his gaze to the doctor. “What did the serum do to her? How did it enhance her?”

He had to ask. He needed to know.

Dr. Whitt pressed her lips, her brown eyes looking over to the bassinet once more as she approached it. Bucky tried to figure out the puzzle that was her face, and for a brief moment, he started to overthink. Kiara noticed, and she caressed him, the cold metal arm tingling below the pillows of her fingers.

She knew how important this was for him. From the moment she showed him the positive pregnancy test, the first thing that came to Bucky's mind was concern, the uncertainty of how decades of him getting experimented on by Hydra were going to affect that baby. He was scared, anxious, always thinking of the possibility that the serum and other unknown substances running through his veins might play a part in ruining everything.

It got especially bad for him at the start of the second trimester of his wife’s pregnancy, to the point where he willingly decided to go back to therapy. Kiara often accompanied him, and she would always caress the back of his hand, encouraging him to speak up whenever he felt he couldn’t. She was there so he could let things out freely, because she knew it was still hard for him to trust people, much less when it was something so personal to him.

And it felt like a constant battle with himself. Bucky needed to know how the serum would affect their children, but that would also imply countless labs, doctors, and God-knows how many tests. Bucky didn't need that happening to his baby; he didn't want a bunch of doctors in his house putting cables and needles on his child or whatever-the-fuck methods they used nowadays. He didn't need to be trapped in a hospital either; it made him distressed, and if he was always in fight or flight mode, that would only cause him to implode from within.

“I can't speak much about the topic myself, since it is not my area of expertise,” Dr. Whitt started talking, clearing her throat and rapidly bursting the invisible bubble of rushing thoughts above the man's head, “but we had our most experienced doctor review your daughter’s results.”

“Whatever it is,” Kiara suddenly interrupted her, taking a deep breath herself and holding tighter onto Bucky's arm, “this cannot pass from this moment on. Neither the hospital nor the people working with you can even attempt to do things with our daughter’s blood samples, or I swear to God...”

The woman nodded, taking a deep breath while taking a step back from the bassinet, hands crossed in front of her. She knew both of their histories, and to be completely honest, she was glad that she finally got to see Kiara bark those words at her; it let her know she was alert, and that was a good thing.

“I completely understand, Mrs. Barnes.” She sighed, taking a black stool from one of the corners of the room. She took a seat next to the bed, the iPad lying over her lap. “You chose our team for a reason. We promised you before, and we will keep promising you now and as many times as needed. Nothing will happen to your daughter’s samples without your authorization.”

Bucky never took his eyes off her while she was saying those words. She seemed honest from the start of the home visits till this moment. He couldn't say he trusted her because, ultimately, he was unable to trust in doctors of any kind, but he had a little faith in this one, due to Sam being the one who recommended her, so he had to try.

When Kiara finally let her guard down a little bit, Dr. Whitt looked at both of them as if she was asking for reassurance to continue speaking. Bucky gave her a simple nod, now crossing his arms and giving his wife room to breathe and compose herself from the sudden burst of emotions.

“The serum didn't particularly enhance Olivia's system.” She started with a deep breath, eyes focused on Bucky. “From what we know, she doesn't have any type of super strength or anything of that sort, but we are not sure yet since she is just a newborn, there is no way for us to know that, nor for you.” Bucky nodded. It made sense. “However, we do know that she did inherit the ability of healing things faster than the… average baby,” she tilted her head, scratched her neck, it was odd to explain things, but she was trying her best. “Which also means that her system absorbs medicine ten times faster, and if she's in any sort of pain, painkillers won't do much for her.”

Kiara tensed up when she heard those last sentences, eyes going immediately to the bassinet. Silently, she signaled Bucky to hand the baby over to her, and so he did, carefully placing his hands over her and cuddling her in his arms as he held his breath, scared of anything and everything. She was so fragile, so little, so calm and peaceful. Bucky finally exhaled when Olivia was gently placed on her mother's arms, and Kiara quickly went to kiss her rosy cheeks, snuggling her and taking a deep breath.

“If that's the case, then it'd also be rare for her to get sick.” Bucky whispered, more of a statement than anything else. Dr. Whitt nodded, agreeing with him.

“You're correct. But it could be hard, not impossible. She can still get sick like any other person, and if she does, like I said, the medicine and any sort of painkillers will-.”

“I heard what you said.” Kiara breathed out, eyes closed, and cheek softly pressed to her baby's head.

Bucky sighed, now placing a hand on her back and leaving slow caresses all over the soft skin. It was starting to get overwhelming for her; he could feel it with the way her muscles tensed up and her voice sounded almost like a low cry. He looked at the woman in front of them, urging her to finish things up. If he needed more in-depth information, which he certainly will, he would just call her. He didn't want Kiara stressing about this, he could worry enough for both of them.

Dr. Whitt cleared her throat once again, taking another deep breath.

“To finish this off, your daughter is in perfect condition, and the serum did wonders for her so far, so she will be able to go home without any problems.” She gave them a shy smile. Kiara wasn't looking at her anymore, but Bucky's expression finally relaxed. “I do recommend keeping an eye out for any signs of enhancement in her, Mr. Barnes,” Bucky nodded, eyebrows a little frowned. “You're the most qualified person here to notice those things. Now, I'm not telling you to inform us about it, it's your right to keep this information to yourself and act based on your understanding, but…” She stood up, iPad against her chest. “Please, do not hesitate to contact us if you feel something is off.”

Bucky pressed his lips as he began nodding slightly with his head, not fully convinced, but agreeing anyway.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He finally said, extending his hand towards her, which she shook right away, putting an end to the conversation.

“No worries, I am more than happy to ease any concern that may come to your mind.” She looked at the iPad once again, and another smile graced her lips. “And to conclude this with another set of great news, you are being discharged tonight. The nurse will come in later to check a few things, and if you don't mind, Mr. Barnes, we will need you to fill out some paperwork. After that, you'll be good to go home with little Olivia.”

Kiara closed her eyes before letting go of a long exhale, thanking the other woman in a low whisper, finally looking at her one last time before the woman left the room shortly after.

Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed once again, this time facing his wife. His eyes traveled between her and their daughter, and he sighed again, the left corner of his mouth lifted a little in a soft smirk. It was a lot of information to process, but he felt more relaxed now knowing that his baby girl was completely healthy.

Kiara was quiet; not a word came out of her mouth after Dr. Whitt left. Her arms cradled Olivia, her nose nuzzled over the chocolate curls on her tiny head when she took away the beanie covering it, and her lips left gentle pecks all over the little face. Bucky observed the scene with hearts in his eyes; he could stare at them for hours, admire them, and never get tired of the view. Yet he knew something was up in that head of hers; he could see it in her eyes—confusion, disbelief, and even fear.

“What's wrong?” His tone was gentle, soft, and low, and his warm hand went immediately to her cheek when he noticed a single tear running down her face, his thumb rapidly erasing it. His heart ached.

Kiara let out a shaky breath while she plopped her head on the pillow, tongue hydrating her lips as she kept her eyes locked on the ceiling, trying her hardest to stop more tears from wetting her cheeks, yet feeling them burning her eyes and blurring her sight.

“It’s nothing...” She spoke with chuckles that slowly turned into small sobs. Bucky listened carefully, quickly going to cuddle next to her, his arm placed behind her shoulders to keep her close to his chest.

“You know you can’t lie to me, sweetheart.”

Kiara smiled weakly, breathing deeply and letting her head now rest on his shoulder. He was right, she couldn’t fake anything in front of him, even before she knew something was wrong with her, Bucky was already aware of it. He was the only person in the world who could read her so easily.

She exhaled deeply through her nose, her eyes wandered around her daughter’s face while she tried to put together the rumble of thoughts in her head into coherent full sentences. Bucky was patient; he always was when it came to her. He didn’t mind giving her all the time she needed; it was not the first time having this conversation.

He already knew what was wrong.

“My entire life, I was told I wasn’t deserving of a family of my own.” She tried her best not to let her voice break right there; she breathed in and out, but the tears came running down her face without her even noticing. “I-I never thought I would be able to… do this,” her eyes fixated on her daughter, and a trembling sob betrayed her, “to have this.”

Bucky closed his eyes once he started feeling that burning sensation, tears starting to fill up his orbs as well. He pressed a kiss on her temple, his nose nuzzling over her skin.

He knew how hard it was for her to speak about her time in the Red Room—the reason why she never actually did. But he didn’t need to hear it from her to know the awful things she went through as a child.

Both of them stayed silent for a moment when Olivia started moving in Kiara’s arms. She smiled, gently rocking her while apologizing in whispers if she was the cause of her discontent. It was almost time to feed her again, so she might wake up soon, and that urged her to bring an end to the conversation she had already started.

Once Olivia successfully stayed calm again, Kiara sighed deeply. She continued talking.

“The night I escaped was supposed to be my graduation ceremony.” Bucky already knew that, but he just let her have her moment, let out everything that was troubling her mind. “I was always smarter than all of them, the most elite black widow out of my group.” Her breathing became heavy, shaky, and she gripped her teeth, closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. “I made them believe I was going to the ceremony willingly. I had their trust, I made them proud.” She let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. “And right before their eyes, I vanished.”

Her voice became soft again once she heard the small grunts that came out of her daughter. A little smile graced her face when she saw the tiny fingers creeping out of the blanket that wrapped her around, her mouth opening wide in a big yawn. Bucky smiled as well, noticing Olivia starting to wake up in the most peaceful way he’s ever seen.

“They were going to take this away from me.” She whispered as her fingers caressed the soft cheek of her baby before going to kiss her forehead. “No…, I would’ve never let them do that.”

Bucky watched her in silence. There wasn’t much he was able to say to her more than what they’d already talked about before. And it was fine, Kiara wasn’t asking him to say something either. They knew each other too well to know that silence was okay in this context, that listening and supporting each other through loving and comforting touches was more than enough.

Now, nothing else mattered more than to enjoy the tiny ray of sunshine they’ve brought to the world.

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titaneus · 2 days ago

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"Of course it means more than just firsts! It's just nice that I get to share a lot firsts with you I think." It makes the memories all the special in her mind. Being able to look back and think of how she shared her first kiss followed by so many firsts with a man she fall for during their night together. It could be considered strange to some, but she was fully content exploring these new feelings with him.

Now that she knew the reason for him having to leave that morning, she didn't feel so upset or heart broken, especially now that they were officially together and going on their first date.

"If you don't normally drink alcohol it might be a bit of a strange adjustment but we'll get other drinks to so don't force yourself to drink it if you find you hate it. It can be an acquired taste for some." It might be because of the way he looked, but she assumed he would be semi familiar with alcohol. She can easily see him flicking open a bottle of beer with a clawed finger before chugging it down. It was to no one's surprise and image she found very attractive in her head.

"Thank you," She lets out a sigh of relief when he reassures her he wouldn't judge her for anything like that. Feeling a little less embarrassed she takes his hand in hers and almost instantly relaxes under the warmth of his hand.

Of course when she feels his hand again her mind is brought back to the many times they held each others hands when they embraced in that hotel room. The hot steamy night was still fresh in her mind but she did her best to push those thoughts down, and instead focus on how safe and warm she felt. Her thumb gently traces various shapes and numbers against the back of his hand as they continued to walk.

Yes she really did miss this feeling, the sensation of feeling safe and at peace. Whatever this feeling was she wasn't going to let it slip her by.

"If it gets uncomfortable let me know ok?"

They continued their walk in comfortable silence, passing by Karakura High School and completely unaware of the students gaping at the school nurse who has never been seen with a partner in all her life working there was suddenly hand in hand with a handsome stranger. It was surely going to be the talk of the town soon once word got out. But that didn't bother her. In this moment all she cared about was the man walking beside her.

"Yeah, it really is a lot," Grimmjow didn't mind that all too much though. He listened as she called what they'd already done together as special he wasn't sure what that meant by that. As an Arrancar he wasn't too aware of various human terms or what most of them meant. Six was not just his favorite number but his lucky number. It'd also been his rank among the Espada by his own choice to remain there by acting as if he wasn't as strong as he really was.

He didn't mind the idea of them having more than just 'firsts' together, as he'd already told her he wanted to be with her, 'date' her as the humans called it. Humans were odd and complicated creatures but he was fond of her. He liked Tania and he was drawn to her, too. "I think bein' together means we'll do more than 'firsts' together, Tania." At her comment about spicy sounding good for the broth he'd simply nod rather than interrupt if she was going to say more.

"Sounds like we have a plan then, spicy broth, and then whatever else we wanna add as we eat." He'd never had hotpot before so he was genuinely curious. It also sounded really good the way she talked about it. He supposed he was in for some kind of treat with the food in general. He'd never tried anything sour nor had he tried many sweets but that was beside the point. He was capable of learning about human cuisine.

Did he drink? "I can't say I've ever tried sake before. I don't mind givin' it a try while we enjoy our date." If she said that the drink would pair well with the food he was inclined to believe her since she was a human. Or mostly a human. He wasn't entirely sure but it in the end it didn't matter all that much to him. "We can always get some sake and somethin' else to drink too."

He wouldn't know what she was thinking about. Or how she missed the feeling of his skin against hers. He was warm but that was due to being what he was.

He hadn't been fond of having to take off after that night but he'd been called back home, he'd been needed. He didn't have much of a choice but to leave after having ignored multiple calls for over an hour while he was simply holding her. The inside of the hotel room had been destroyed due to what they'd done the night before. They'd spent hours together. Not many parts of the room hadn't been destroyed in the end.

He didn't really sleep that often. He took naps from time to time, but after they'd finished with one another that night, he'd slept deeply and comfortably. It'd been a new situation for him entirely.

"Hold my hand?" He still had it tucked into his pocket when she asked him if it was alright if she held it. He'd pull his hand out and hold it out for her to take. "I dunno why ya wanna but I don't mind." When she tried to backtrack and explain that she missed his touch but not like THAT before doing so again, saying that she did miss that but then explained that she missed the skin contact he'd chuckle. "Ya don't gotta worry about me judgin' ya for anythin' like that, Tania."

That was basically his way of saying that even if she was thinking about the sex they had and the way he'd touched her that night, he wouldn't judge her.

#desgarron #|| ic ||#|| bleach ver ||

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backjustforberena · 7 months ago

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She was a Targaryen Princess. The Queen Who Never Was.

#just off the back of my last meta #one shackled and disgraced and the other flying free #one looking down and the other with her head held high #one in darkness and the other in light #one trapped and the other on dragonback #one surrendering and the other refusing to #one a queen that NEVER was and the other a QUEEN that never was #i never fail to just think how beautiful rhaenys looks in that last shot #urgh feels #so many feels #rhaenys targaryen #eve best #house of the dragon #hotdedit

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kitteninabunker · 2 months ago

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the house was quiet today.

it wasn't rare, but this kind of quiet was different. still. heavy. soft in a way that made your chest ache.

sukuna sat on the couch, one arm curled protectively around your newborn daughter, her tiny body pressed against his chest. she wore the tiny knitted hat you picked out—white with kitten ears—and strands of her soft pink hair peeked out from beneath it, sticking up since they refused to behave.

his other hand held a crumpled piece of paper, gifted with pride by the small artist on a sugar-high right now, bouncing around the living room. your son, still learning how to pronounce his "r"s, had grinned wide with his toothless mouth and yelled, "i drew us!" before dashing off to play again.

sukuna stared at the drawing, red eyes darting around the paper like he was analyzing every detail. or trying to make sense of whatever a four-year-old could manage to draw.

three stick figures, one labeled "me," with messy hair, a big open mouth, and two teeth missing from the middle. another labeled as "mommy," in a giant, triangular pink dress with stars and hearts all over, holding a little pink scribble labeled as "sister," and "daddy"— huge, lopsided, four arms, fangs, and "ROAR" scrawled next to his head in red crayon.

you sat down beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. "he's so proud of it."

"...i look like a demon," he muttered, eyes still locked on the page.

"you are one, sometimes." you teased gently, "but he still thinks you're the coolest."

he went quiet again, then exhaled. something unsteady in his breath. "i didn't want this," he admitted quietly, his voice low like he confessed to something awful. "didn't think i had it in me. didn't think i'd be any good."

you glanced down at the way he was holding your daughter. soft. careful. his thumb brushing over the rim of her hat, her pink hair catching the light.

"you're better than good, su. they adore you." you said, your own expression softening as you ran your fingers through his hair.

you kissed his arm, right above where your daughter's tiny hand was curled in his skin.

"you're doing good, daddy," you whispered. "even if you do look like a monster in crayon."

he chuckled, and the sound was raw. honest. he pressed the drawing to his daughter's back like a shield and held her just a little tighter.

"she's never gonna draw me like that," he muttered. "right?"

you smiled. "nope. she'll make you a princess."

"...i'd frame it."

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jujutsu sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff

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eraserbread · 2 months ago

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your husband, nanami, never spoke much. until his three-year-old daughter started ✧

→ toddler dad nanami, fluff

on his day off, it started before the sun rose. he's tucked by the waist in bed, sleeping beside you, his maternal, gorgeously caring wife.

it's not abnormal for your daughter, rin, to stumble out of her bed since she retired the crib, but it is abnormal for her to blatantly wake kento up. but he wakes up—he's a good dad, and his little girl probably had a nightmare.

"daddy... daddy's sleepin'?" her little voice calls from his side of the bed, too small to see over the mattress, but faithful, what she heard was true -- his voice last night after she went to bed.

ken's rolling over in bed, pressing the heel of his palm into his eyes. looking over at you, you're dead to the world. completely knocked out. "yes... daddy's sleeping, my dear."

it takes her a second, shuffling on her little bare feet. she can't really reach the side of the bed, but didn't know how to say she wanted up. instead, she chews on her thumb and demands, "rin, too."

so kento sits up, half-awake as he stretches over the side, scooping her up under the arms.

"daddy, did you work today?" kento grunts as he settles rin in a straddle over his chest. his eyes are shut, but he peeks them open to see his little girl, smiling at her ruffled sleep hair.

"yes, love."

"what do at work?"

"a lot of meetings with very annoying men."

"what does tha' mean?"

"it means i had to deal with people I didn't like. it's something of a learned skill, unfortunately. one day, you will have to answer to annoying men, though I have faith you will know how to handle them." kento's speaking with his eyes closed, his deep, slow voice low as rin settles over his chest.

she doesn't register half of that, just content with listening to her favorite person talk. so, when she gets comfortable spread across kento's torso, she thinks about her daddy at work talking to you when he gets all grumbly.

"daddy."

"yes, darling?" kento's standing at the stove as you prepare breakfast that morning, hot cup of dark coffee in his hands as rin stumbles in.

she's holding a half-eaten rice cake you gave her to hold her off, barefoot and bearing it like a prize. "my rice cake is b-brown."

"you know why that is? it's because it's chocolate flavored."

"daddy?" she continues, taking a step closer to him. "are you drinkin'?"

"mhm." he replies, taking a cool sip of his coffee. "where'd you put the sippy cup mom gave you this morning?"

the sound of your name, and you're peeking over your shoulder, blindly tending to your sizzling fish as rin runs back to her room. "anyways, other than that, her teacher says she's doing great in speech class."

"mm, i know. she talks just as much as you, now."

you can't even pretend to be shocked at his choice of words, but you hang your mouth open like you are.

"daddy! look!" rin skids to a stop in front of him, ivory sippy cup held high and proud above her head.

"alright, take a sip—just like daddy, see?" ken squats down to toddler-level, still so stoic and mindful when he's sipping noisily at his coffee. rin joins in, suckling through her straw with a similar noisy fervor. she's a tiny shadow of her dad—that's all she wants to be, with her hollowed cheeks, concentrated arch in her sharp brow, and the proud smile she exudes when kento praises her.

she's so happy. all she ever wants is her busy dad's attention, and even when he's tired or weary, kento is always sure to give his love exactly what she wants.

"yay! my baby! you're just like daddy!"

#so cute #kento my beautifully whipped stoic kind husband #wyd #.nanami <3 #.the wife guy!! <3 #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami fluff #jjk fluff #kento nanami x y/n #kento x reader #nanami fanfic #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk nanami

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nymphoheretic · 5 months ago

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Synopsis: You infiltrated the Farspace Fleet only to be captured by the Colonel. He looks vaguely familiar...It couldn't be! Could it be...Caleb!

Warnings: Hatefucking, psuedo-cest, CNC (Caleb uses reader's conflicting feelings against her),OOC Caleb(probably cause he's a little mean), gun kink, glove kink, misuse of Caleb's evol, fingering, electrostimulation via his bionic arm, squirting, light degrading, teasing, edging, choking, oral sex (m!receiving and f!recieiving) impact play (clit slaps, spanking, light face slapping), praise, manipulation, breeding, orgasm control, overstim, use of "gege", use of "mei mei" (lemme know if I missed anything!)

Pairing: Caleb x F!Reader/MC

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: Caleb has been rotting a brain ever since his trailer dropped and he was all yandere-ish vibes and mean and evil and....I swear I'm a Zayne girlie

AO3

Network: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

You were visibly shaking with anger as you glare at the man walking around in front of you. How could he dare show his face to you again after being declared dead for a year?! How did he survive the explosion? How did he escape? And the more important question that burns in the back of your mind: if he did make it out, where was Granny Jospehine? Did he just leave her to die?

Your eyes follow him as he steps slowly around the room, an apple in his grip as he stares at it thoughtfully. There was a neutral look on his face as the methodical soft creaks of his boots echoing out as he circles you. You clench your fists tightly as your teeth bites down on the plush of your lip as you raise your chin he finally sits down, his purplish eyes easily locking with yours.

“Gege…”

The pitterpatter of the storm outside strikes against the widow as Caleb regards you with a cool look as he squeezes the apple lightly in his fist. He sits directly in front of you, his knees brushing against yours from the movement. A small, short scoff leaves his lips as he looks down at the apple in his grip. “Have you ever taken a moment to consider…” His eyes shift back towards yours as his lips quirk up into a sinister smile. “…that I was never your brother?” Caleb lifts the apple to his lips slowly and takes a bite, the sound of his teeth breaking the bright red flesh echoing through your ears.

Before you could stop yourself, you rose to your feet, hand held high and smacked it across his cheek. The apple flying from his hand and smashing against the window before sliding down and smearing the glass with its juices. Your chest heaves as you glare at him through narrowed eyes as the force of your slap causes his head to turn to the side, his cheek visibly red. “Bastard.” you growl, voice filled with hatred, yet it still trembles with conflict as the memories of the sweet Caleb you grew up with surfaces.

Caleb slices his eye back over to you, subtly flicking his index finger up and watching as the gravity around you grows dense from his manipulation as you drop to your knees. Lightning flashes, making his eyes glow sinisterly as he rises back to his feet. His hand stretches out and pets your hair as his smile turns back soft. “You’re acting like you don’t remember me, Little one.”

That nickname. It stirs something within you and the image of Caleb - your Caleb - overlaps the man in front of you. His eyes turn playful and it makes your heart beat faster in your chest. “No!” You yell out and when his hand moves to caress your cheek, you lash out and bite him. Your teeth sink in deep as you clamp your jaws down on to the fleshy part between his wrist and pinky.

He lets out a grunt as he grabs your jaw in his other hand and squeezes your cheeks until you release his hand. His tongue pokes out and licks at the indents your teeth left behind on his hand. “Do you remember when we were little and you brought home an injured cat?” He reaches out and grabs your wrist, placing a thin black device around the width as he releases his control over the intense gravity around you. “I put a collar with a bell on it so it couldn’t escape without being noisy.” His hand trails down your leg as he increases the gravity around it to hold you in place on the couch.

You gasp and open your mouth to say something, probably to curse him again when the cold gloved finger of his other hand presses against your lips, silencing you. His eyes harden once more as he rises back to his feet. “Do as you’re told and don’t cause any trouble. You won’t get hurt then.” When your jaw snaps shut his facial expression softens as he reaches for your hand and places it on his cheek, curling your fingers to make you cup his face. “It’s me. I’m back.”

Those words make your heart quiver as you nearly give into his sweet voice. Everything about him screamed your gege - your Caleb, but there was something darker about him that was holding you back. A bit of darkness in his eyes that you could easily spot. You grit your teeth as you could still feel the effects of his evol holding you down. “Gege…If you’re back, then let me go!”

Caleb’s eyes darken when you call him that and he moves his face away from you. His fists clenched tightly, his gloved hand making a creasing sound as his eyes squeezed shut. When he opens them again, he looks into yours. The hatred that burns in them was shallow. He could easily break you if he chose to. “Princess…you didn't pass.” His voice was cool as he reached out his hand.

You gasp as pressure constricts around your throat as the gravity around it moves inward, pressing down on those precious arteries and veins that deliver oxygen rich blood to your brain. Your eyes widen as you claw at the air around your neck to no avail. You try to squirm around, but the pressure on your leg holds you down. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you look at Caleb pleadingly. “Please…ge…Caleb…” you manage to breathe out.

Finally.

The pressure around your throat stops and your hands immediately fly to cup your tender neck as your chest heaves, your breath coming out in pants as blood seeps back into your brain. Your shoulder gives a short flinch when Caleb wraps his long fingers around your delicate wrist and pulls you into his chest. His sweet voice surrounds you as it rumbles from his chest. Your hand curls up on his pectorals as your face heats up, coloring down to your chest. “Caleb?”

“You can't convince yourself to hate me with every fiber of your being.” His finger slips under the small opening at your waist, slowly tracing the skin there in a slow caress that makes shivers roll down your spine. “Wouldn't you agree, Little one?” He practically purrs that name in your ear as his gloved hand presses you deeper into his embrace, a coldness seeping into your flesh through the materials of your clothing.

You meet his lilac gaze and could see the way they soften for you - because of you. It made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. He was right. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him completely but that did not stop the rage that was boiling within you. You try to remove yourself from his hold but still that heavy pressure on your legs keeps you close to him. You open your mouth once more to curse at him, when he slips his fingers into your mouth and presses down on your tongue.

“Ah ah ah…You still haven’t passed your test, princess.” He kicks your feet apart, his manipulation over the gravity that holds you down releasing its grip but now he has one on your jaw as saliva pools on the center of your tongue until it leaks down the corners of your lips. Caleb’s lips turn upwards into a smile, his face morphing into the one of your sweet gege. You blink once, twice, three times to try to clean your mind. This Caleb was not your gege. This was the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel Caleb. And you? You were his prisoner.

Caleb stares into your eyes, lilac orbs darkening with something akin to desire and need. All those pent up feelings he’s had for you are flooding back so intensely. His fingers slide deeper into your mouth, saliva spilling down the corners of your mouth before he pulls them out completely. He spreads his digits and watches how the translucent strings of spittle slides down them. His knee slots between your thighs as his hands quickly cup your cheeks, “Bite me again and I’ll crush your throat,” he warns before his tongue slips into your warm mouth.

A surprised squeak vibrates in your chest as you try to beat down that feeling of greedy want and desire that you had once held for Caleb before he was lost to you. You had to remind yourself that he was now the enemy, but…why were his lips so soft, tongue so gentle as it strokes over yours, trying to coax a reaction out of yours. Your first instinct was to bite down until his threat replays in your head. You could feel a sheer difference in the temps of his palms as he cups your face under your jaw.

His tongue licks over every part of your mouth, leaving nothing untouched. He strokes over your teeth, the roof of your mouth before finally coming in contact with your own. He swirls it with his pink muscle, teasing and coaxing it out to play with his. He grips your jaw a little tighter with his left hand, cold, hard fingers digging into your skin as a growl vibrates in his chest. He pulls away briefly, tongue flicking out over your lips. “C’mon. You’ve kissed me before, little one. Don’t tell me you actually hate me?”

Your eyes narrow once more as you try to pull your jaw out his grip, wincing a bit when he squeezes it tightly. A hiss vibrates on your tongue before you draw in a slow breath at his taunting words. Heartbeat racing as blood whooshes in your ears as you remember all the sweet shared kisses with Caleb. How his gentle tongue tastes on yours, how his soft lips felt against yours. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes soften as they flicker down to his mouth, his lips looking very inviting.

Slowly you lean in, breath mingling with his as you near his lips with yours. Lips clash in a soft kiss as a moan dares to slip past when his tongue reaches out to play with yours. Feelings that you tried so desperately to keep hidden away, to keep them locked away resurfaces before you could snuff them out. Your arms come up to lock behind his head, fingers digging into his soft dark hair and pulling him in closer. The sweet, familiar taste of apples explodes over your taste buds as you curl your tongue around his in a slow, seductive way. Your eyelids tip close as you begin to lose yourself.

A voice in the back of your head screams at you loudly, shocking you and making you break away as his hands begin to slide down your back. “No!” You say as you push him away, your breath coming out in hot pants as a string of saliva cools as it snaps back against your neck. Gasping when he suddenly slides his knee further between your thighs, pressing it up against the seat of your pants as his hand tips your face back up to meet his purple eyes. “Caleb…what are you…”

He says nothing as he digs his knee in deeper against your core, eliciting another gasp from you. “You don't really hate me. I'm back. I'm your Caleb, remember?” He takes your hand and presses it against the left side of his chest over his beating heart. “See? I'm alive.” His cool, even tone also sounds sad to your ears and you have to look away from his eyes. He was trying to pull you back under his spell. You couldn’t let him. Hold on to the fact that he lied! That he… Caleb trails your hand down lower until it rests on his belt. “Do you still hate this, princess? I’m aching for you.”

“C-Caleb!” You squeak as you try to pull your hand back, but his grip holds tight as he slides your hand lower until you cup his hardening cock. You could feel it rising to full attention, tenting the black slacks he had on and straining against the zipper. “Y-you…” Glaring up at him, faux disgust written all over your face, but your body was betraying you as your thighs hug together around his knee. You could feel yourself growing damp as your fingers curl around his length. “N-no…” You whimper out. Caleb takes your face in his hand gently, squeezing your cheeks until your lips part. Slipping his tongue out, he lets a long, hot dollop of saliva drip down to pool in your mouth. With a subtle flick of his finger, gravity shifts around your throat and before you could even think spit slides down your throat as he easily reverses your positions. The manipulation of the gravity around your leg strengthens and forces you to kneel in front of him, you place your hands on his thighs to prevent your face from being smushed in his lap.

A smile tilts at his lips as his finger comes up to tip your chin back up to look into his darkening gaze. “You remember what to do, right.” He coos softly as his other hand tugs down the zipper to his pants, popping the button open. Caleb shucks them down over his hips until his long, thick cock pops out, the tip leaking pre down the pale shaft, the tip flushed a bright pink. “Come on, little one.” His voice is still that same soft tone from before - the one that makes your heart quiver as you look up into his soft, puppy eyes.

Your tongue peeks out to wet your bottom lip as you are slow to realize what he wants from you. It wasn’t until his cock springs out and nearly smacks your cheek did your eyes widen. “I…No. I won’t do it.” You flinch when his hand raises, but peek one open when his fingers simply brush over your hair as he gives you another soft smile.

“Oh, pretty, I wasn’t asking.” His eyes darken as he lifts his chin, the gravity around you shifting and forcing your lips on his cock. Caleb lets out a groan as your warm cavern engulfs his length, his head falling backward to rest against the back of the couch. His hands ball into fists as he decreases and increases the pressure of the gravity to make you bob your head up and down. He could feel the familiar way your tongue curls around his dick. His lips curl into a smirk, “That’s it. Such a good girl. Keep sucking, just like that. Your mouth feels as good as I remember.”

His praise sent shivers rolling down your spine as a tingle started to throb between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together as you feel slick beginning to pool into the seat of your panties. How and why were you enjoying this? Caleb was the enemy now! He was no longer your sweet gege - no longer your sweet Caleb. This was…Your thought process was interrupted as Caleb shifts, thrusting his hips upward and the thick tip of him brushes against the back of your throat and making you let out a choked moan. You should hate this, but his familiar taste on your tongue made it almost impossible as the hatred in your eyes softened as you tried to glare up at him.

Caleb slowly eases up on his manipulation of the gravity around you until you were sucking him off willingly. He reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your head as your saliva drips down to wet his balls, your soft tongue caressing the large vein running on the underside of his cock. “Such a nasty little cockhungry slut. Wish you could see how you look, sucking my cock like it's your favorite treat.” His voice trails off in another low growl as his hips buck up, heavy balls slapping against your chin as they begin to draw up as his cock twitches on your tongue. “You want me to cum down that greedy throat of yours? Paint your mouth in my color, yeah.”

You didn’t realize that his hold over the gravity around you had stopped as you continued to work your mouth and tongue over his thickness. A moan vibrates in the muscles of your throat and chest as you bob your head deeper down on his cock, nose brushing against the light dusting of brown hair at the base of his pelvis. Thick strings of spittle clings and runs down his shaft as your tongue curls around his tip, tasting the precum that was oozing out the slit. He tastes just like you remembered, sweet with an underlying hint of salty. His degrading words reach your ears and your face burns with embarrassment as you try to remind yourself that he was using his evol to make you do this.

Before you could look back up at him with faux anger, his cock twitches on your tongue, swelling in your mouth as the movements of his hips grow sporadic. You let out a surprised squeak when his hands cup your face as he thrusts deeply, his tip hitting the back of your throat as his seed suddenly spills over. It fills your mouth at such a rate that you have no choice but to swallow or choke on it.

Caleb’s hips thrusts in sporadic jerks as his balls empty his cum down your sinfully tight throat. Oh how he could stay in this perfect little mouth forever. But he was dying for a taste of you. He missed you and your touch so much over the past year, he was gone. “You enjoyed tasting me, yeah? Got you wet between your thighs, little one?” His eyes watch the way your chest heaves as he slips his cock out your mouth and sees the way your thighs pressed together. He tsk’ed when you shake your head “no”. Still denying the fact that you didn’t hate him. That you didn’t hate what he was doing. That you didn’t hate that he was reclaiming what was his long ago.

A ‘scwhick’ sounded in the silence followed by the ripping of leather as a blade slices through the material of his glove. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bionic hand as a knife shoots out of the wrist. Caleb balls the hand into a fist and raises the blade down to your eye level, a grin spreading over his lips as he waves the blade in your face. “You’re wearing too many clothes, baby girl.” With those words, he slides the tip of the sharp knife down your neck, being mindful to not pierce your flesh until he makes it to your hunter’s uniform. He easily slices through the white collar of your top before dragging the blade down towards the red corset top.

You gasp as your breasts bounce free when your top was cut down the center and with Caleb’s manipulation over the gravity around you made it impossible for you to raise your hands to cover them. Your mouth parts in a whimper as the cool touch of the blade crawls over the soft, warm skin of your breasts as you feel Caleb’s eyes locking in on them as he traces his knife over them. “Cale-” Your words are cut off as he snaps his gaze back towards yours and you feel the shift in the gravity pulling you back up to your feet.

Caleb said nothing as he shifted his manipulation to make you rise back up, his bionic hand making quick work of the black pants you wore. His eyes zero in on the red lace of the panties you were wearing and a grin spreads over his lips. “Were you expecting this? You’re such a naughty mei mei of mine.” He says the term like it was a curse, like it was venom on his tongue before his eyes land on the dark, wet spot forming in the seat of your panties. “What’s this? Lying to me about not liking having me down your slutty throat.”

“I…I didn’t! I…I don’t want you, Caleb!” Your words sounded false even to you. You advert your eyes away from his and lift your chin in defiance to his question. “It’s a natural reaction! That doesn’t mean anything, gege.” You’ve learned that he hates being called that now and when you peek down at him out of the corner of your eye, you could see the dark cloud that covered his face. You let out a squeal when his fingers suddenly dig into your hips, hooking into your panties and pulling them down. You watch in mild shock at the long string of slick that connects your labia to the wet cotton patch before it breaks.

Caleb arches his brow up at you, a smirk curling at his lips. “A natural reaction for getting this soaked for me. Your “brother”? He leans in and presses his lips against your mound, nosing at it and listening to your soft gasps as your hands fly to his hair. “You’re a terrible liar, princess. Just admit it.”

You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees as Caleb trails kisses down the innermost corners of your thighs, inches away from your dripping heat. You feel a moan threatening to escape and you quickly bite your lip. Hard. To try to prevent it from slipping out. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, gege.” Your mouth parts in a scream when a shock courses through your body coming from between your thighs. You yank Caleb’s head back to see his bionic arm’s finger pressing against your clit, a stream of light violet energy surging through it.

“Caleb.” He growls, another surge of electricity running from the tip of his mechanical finger to your precious little pearl. Your voice calls out to him as his tongue reaches out to soothe the sting and his chin is immediately drenched with your juices. His metal fingers slide from your clit to prod at your opening as his other hand wraps around your thigh to pull it to drape over his shoulder. The pointed tip of his tongue circles your nub before his lips close over it and he suckles it into his mouth.

Your legs buckle as your slick bubbles and pops at your hole as his fingers slowly push inside. Fuck. Your heart was pounding beneath your rib cage as your fingers curled into his dark hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer to your needy cunt. His name was on the tip of your tongue but you swallow it back down. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction that he’s broken you down. Made you submit to him and his…Fuck. Your head falls to your chest as his tongue does wicked things to you, slipping between your folds and curling in deep as his nose nudges and bumps against your clit.

Fingers dive deeper into his hair as you could no longer hold in your voice as Caleb pushes his metal fingers in deeper and lets a wave of electricity course through your walls in a pleasurable tingle. “Oh fuck!” The screams of your ecstasy reach his ears, sounding like the gods and goddess were singing to him. His tongue became relentless as his lips suck and slurp at your sensitive little clit, drinking down every drop your slick hole produces.

If it wasn’t for his hold on your legs and the strength of the gravity holding you up, you’d have fallen as your knees buckle when he slurps at your juices as they run down his chin, trickling down his neck as he shakes his head like a ravenous beast. You were close, you could feel your heartbeat throbbing in tune with the pulses of your clit as his fingers dug you out, juices gushed out with every thrust that his greedy tongue eagerly laps up. “Ge-Cal-”

Then suddenly it all stops as Caleb pulls away, ruining your orgasm. Lilac eyes flash mischievously as he peers up at you, his bionic arms dripping with your juices as he brings the fingers to his lips and licks them clean. “Did you want to cum? Come on, little one. Admit it. Admit that you want me. Admit that you never saw me as your brother. Admit that you can’t hate me.” His hand closes around your thigh as he turns his head and presses his damp lips against the plush flesh. “Admit it and I’ll make you cum so hard you see stars.”

Caleb watches you with his lips quirked up into a smile as you whine and try to undulate your hips; seeking his tongue and fingers back into your aching and dripping snatch. But his hand wraps around your waist and holds you down as the gravity around your body places opposite pressures, causing you to stand still. His eyes narrow when you still try to struggle against his hold over his evol and a “tsk” leaves his throat. “I said. Admit. It. Little. One. Stop. Being. Stubborn.” He enunciated each word with a sharp slap to your clit with the flat of his fingers.

You let out a pained whine as each strike was also followed by a small zap of electricity that thumbs over your engorged button as blood makes it swell even more. You bite your lips to stop the plea that almost spills over. Your eyes are burning with tears as you shake your head. You would not admit that you were enjoying the painful pleasurable torture he was putting your body through. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You- “Ca-Caleb…” Your bottom lip quivers as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. “Please…I admit it. Can I please cum now?”

Your subconscious was screaming at you as your lips betray you and uttered those words, but before you could even think to take them back, to redact your statement, a cool smile spreads over Caleb’s lips as his fingers slide over your soaked slit, smearing your juices over you labia. You bend at the waist, hands flying back into his hair as his control over his evol weakens a bit and a moan escapes your lips. “I…I didn’t…mmph…” Your words are stolen as Caleb shoves his fingers into your mouth, your taste still clinging to the leather of the glove he still wore as he attacks your slit again with ravenous licks.

Caleb feasts on you like a starving man, juices trickling down the side of his face and neck as he ate your pretty cunt so messily. Lewd slurping sounds echoed throughout his room as he drank down every bit of your slick pussy juices that he could. The pointed tip of his tongue flicks and lashes out at your sensitive nub as his lips suck on your labia. As his gloved fingers still thrust into your mouth, the fingers of his bionic hand find their way back inside your slick cavern twisting and turning as he digs for that sweet spot that will have you cumming on his tongue.

You could feel the way your walls were clenching tightly around his fingers as he pressed deeper and deeper, searching for that gooey spot deep within your body. It all felt so foreign to you. This wasn’t the sweet Caleb that you had shared tender kisses with. Wasn’t the sweet boy you gave your virginity to years ago before his “death”, Nor was this your sweet gege that always vowed to protect you. Your voice is muffled by his fingers as you feel your pussy squeeze around his metal fingers as you feel your clit twitch and your juices flood out of you, hot and runny and drenching down his wrist. “Gege!”

The second your juices flow down his tongue, filling his mouth as he greedily drinks and slurps it all down. But the moment that name leaves your lips, he stops; pulling away from your addictive little pussy, a line of slick clinging to his bottom lip as he cuts his lilac eyes up to meet your dazed gaze, his voice was hard and even. “What did you call me?” He watches as your mouth parts in a gasp as he rises to his feet, cock bobbing as he stands, but he ignores the pre that dribbles from the tip to splatter on the floor. Lifting his chin, he snaps his head towards the couch and his evol sends you flying down into the cushion; face down ass up and your back arched so pretty for him. “Would your precious “gege” do this?”

He pulls out his gun from the holster, his legs coming to lock yours between his feet as he leans over you. The cold muzzles of the pistol caresses the hot skin of your spine, starting at the base of your skull and trailing down to the center of your back and over the curve of your ass. His other hand came crashing down on the globe of flesh until the skin was heated and a faint print of his hand was left behind as the skin wiggled. “I shouldn’t have let you cum. If I had known you’d be such a brat.” But despite his words, he was happy to taste you on his tongue, to taste your sweet juices.

You turn your head to look back at Caleb, feeling the cold tip of the gun tracing down the length of your back. You cry out when his hand smacks the flesh of your ass over and over again until the skin was heated and you were damn near in tears. You bite your lip as you feel him nudging the gun against your right ass cheek to stop the whimpers from coming out. Your pussy clenches in anticipation of what he was going to do, body betraying you as it grows slicker with every passing second. Despite your mind telling, yelling, that you should hate this, hate what he was doing to do, your body craved it. Craved more of his mean touches. More of his harsh treatment.

Caleb’s hand fists his cock as he slides the gun down, the cold tip gliding down the line of your ass. “Hmm? Should I punish you for being a brat. Delaying your orgasms again and again as I fuck you? Or maybe this slutty pussy is greedy for something else? You want my cock, little one or…?” He traces the muzzle down the line until it brushes against your glistening slit. His eyes watch as you jolt from the contact and try to pull away as his hand glides faster over his length, squeezing the swollen tip with every upward drag. “Answer quickly before I make the decision myself, princess.”

You try to pull away from the gun, but your hips rock back against it, your labia spreading to encompass the tip briefly. How could he try to make you choose? You…didn’t want either, right? Your pussy clenches at the thought of him fucking you with his gun, but was drooling over the chance to finally have his cock nudging up against your most sacred parts. Just as you were about to open your lips to tell him your answer, the cold steel of the gun sinks into your gooey walls, slick bubbling and popping around the black metal.

“Ca-Caleb?” Your voice was a mixture of shock and pleasure as he worked the gun a little deeper as you slowly rocked your hips backwards to help him. As his knuckle nudges at your clit, you let out a mewl and throw your head back. “F-fuck!” The curse leaves your throat before you could even think to swallow it down. You push back further, walls stretching to accommodate the thickness of the gun’s muzzle. You were so depraved for enjoying this, but you would never tell him. You still hated him. Right? Right?

“Shhh….” his hand wraps in your hair gently, pulling it back until your neck is exposed as he sinks his gun in deeper, the wet gushy sounds of your sloppy pussy making his dick grow impossibly harder. As your juices gush out, drenching his gloved fingers and sliding down the handle of the gun, his eyes watch as your naughty hips couldn’t stop moving backwards to fuck yourself deeper on the barrel. “Lemme listen to these slutty sounds she’s making for me.” Without warning, he pulls his gun out, the sticky sounds of your pussy trying to desperately suck it back echoing around the room as nasty strings of your cum drips down the length. “Just look at how you’ve dirtied my gun?”

He pulls on your hair, arching your back so far back your spine pops almost uncomfortably as he waves his slick covered gun in your face. “I should have you clean it, no?” He presses the gun against your cheek, smearing the creamy cum down your skin for a moment as his bionic hand lets go of your hair, still coated in your juices from earlier and wraps carefully around his cock and smears your slick down the length of it. His eyes zero in on your quivering little hole as you tremble under him and his self-control was beginning to waiver. He wanted to keep teasing and edging you until you were screaming his name and only thinking of him and his cock.

Moving the gun away from your face and bringing it to his lips as he notches the bulbous tip of his cock against your drooling hole. He shifts his bionic hand from his cock to grip your hip tightly, his mechanical fingers digging into the plush flesh tightly. As his tongue slips out to lick up the length of his gun, he pushes past those first tight rings of muscles, your pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his girth. Your taste explodes over his taste buds and he moans softly as he was greedy for more, but the wet velvety feeling of your silken walls engulfing his cockhead was starting to make him dizzy with how fast the blood was leaving his head to his engorged cock.

Your head drops to your chest as your arms threaten to give out from under you as Caleb sinks deeper into your warm, gooey walls, the delicious stretch of him filling you was damn near maddening. His name was on the tip of your tongue as you clench down tightly around him, sucking his cock in until the thick mushroomed tip was pressing snuggly against your cervix. A low moan vibrates in your chest as you pant and your hips rock back against his, the slow sticky clasp of skin meeting skin ringing out in the room.

Caleb’s eyes were trained on the sight of your tight little hole as it swallowed up his length. You were perfect for him. Your walls hug him just right, the right amount of pressure that makes him never want to leave your depths. “Fuck.” The curse leaves him in a growl as he places his gun down on the edge of the couch, both hands coming to wrap around your waist to pull you back deeper and faster on his cock. His leg hikes up, foot planting into the soft cushion of the couch as he thrust fast and hard into your tender cunt, pounding into you at such a pace that it was near demonic.

You bite your lip to stop the scream that was building up in your throat, chest burning from holding in your voice as your pussy squelches with every brutal and harsh thrust. The lewd sound of his pelvis meeting your ass vibrates and echoes in the room. His fingers grip your waist tightly, the cold fingers of his bionic arms branding your skin with his marks as his grunts fill the room as well. Sweat forms on your brow as you pant for air, rolling down the side of your face. “Ca-” You quickly snap your jaw just as you stop yourself from calling out his name.

Another low “tsk” leaves his throat as his eyes narrow. His left hand moves to grip the back of your neck and pushes your face down into the cushions as his foot slides up higher, caging your much smaller body under his. “Come on…let me hear you.” He urged as he made sure that with every thrust, he pressed his pelvis against the curve of your ass, grinding a bit to make sure you felt every inch of him. “Say my name. You know you want to scream it for the whole Fleet to hear, hmm?” He punctured each of the next words with a sharp snap of his hips. “Fucking. Scream. My. Name. Brat.”

The dam within you broke and your pent up emotions came flowing like the river of slick that gushes out of you as you cum hard against him, the force of it pushing his cock out as you finally grace his ears with the melodic sounds of your salacious screaming. “Ca-Caleb!”

Finally.

Finally after he’s edged your body to the best orgasm of your fucking life, did you say his name in the most prettiest of cries. He sits back on the couch, hands grabbing you around your waist, using his evol to shift the gravity of your body to make you weightless as he straddles you over his lap. “Such a dirty girl. Cumming so violently like that. I’m not through with you yet.” He flicks his finger down after his right hand notches the bulbous tip against your leaking hole and the gravity shifts downward, forcing your pussy onto his length.

Another lewd scream leaves your tender throat as Caleb makes you ride his cock, bouncing you up and down on his thickness. You had just come and your body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the one he just gave you. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as his hands grip your thighs as he thrusts up into your cunt. “Caleb! Please! Slow down!” Tears sparkle on your lashes as drool begins to leak down the corner of your mouth.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls your lips to his, tongue sliding out to delve into your mouth and curls over yours. Caleb then sucks your pink muscle between his teeth. You moan and he swallows the sound down as his hand shifts to grab at the meat of your ass to bounce you up and down on his cock, the tip kissing your cervix with each upward snap of his hips. Caleb felt the way your walls were fluttering, gripping his thickness tightly and he knew that you were going to cum again soon.

Breaking away, a thin string of saliva still connecting your tongue until it broke away to lay coolly against your chin, his lilac eyes capture your fucked out gaze. “Gonna cum again, little one?” His breath came out in harsh pants as your pussy squelches loudly as your juices gush out and wet up the material of his pants still hanging around his hips. “Ffuucckk, you’re squeezing me so tightly.” His head falls to rest against yours as he pecks at your lips sweetly, a vast difference in his powerful thrusts.

Your body was trembling as you rock your hips into his, not caring if his evol was making you bounce on him or not anymore as the pleasure consumes you. The only thing that matters in that moment was the approaching climax he was about to give you. Your nails dig into the material of his black uniform, damn near ripping into it as you claw at his back. “Fuck! Caleb! ‘M’gunna cum!” Once. Twice. Three ti- “Wh-what?” Your voice was a warbled cry when his hands grip your hips, stilling you over his cock.

His lips curl up into a soft, yet sadistic smile as he holds you in place, his evol working against you and keeping you pinned down. “Did I give you permission to cum yet, little one?” He plants his feet down firmly on the floor before utilizing his strength to stand up, his hands wrapping around your thighs and locking your legs around his thick, muscular waist. He moves his left hand away from your body and hooks his finger between your teeth. “Bite only my glove, pretty girl.”

You do as he says, biting down on the tip of his glove and watch with hazy eyes as he pulls his hand free. And finally. Finally. His skin meets with yours as he glides his fingertips down the valley of your breasts to your belly, his eyes widen when he feels the smallest protrusion and his lips crack into a smile. “Look at that. I’m so big and you're so small compared to me, I’m bulging out. Such a tiny, tight pussy you have mei mei.” He teases as he lays his palm flat over the small bulge and presses down on it to hear you squeal out his name as he uses his bionic arm to slam you up and down on his cock.

His knees bend slightly to stabalize himself as his hips move in tune with yours as he fucks you fast and hard. Caleb grips your ass hard, hard enough to leave the imprint of his fingers behind as he bucks up into you, jostling you on his dick as your arms come to wrap around his neck as your fingers dig into his scalp, grazing it with your nails. His eyes shift towards the large bed in the center of the room and his lips curl into another smile as he turns. His cock never leaves your soft, warm, wet walls as he walks over to where the bed was; your salacious moans making him impossibly harder as he grits his teeth.

“Fuck…just listen to her talking to me.” His hands grip your ass tighter as he lifts you up, your cuntsquealching and gushing around his girth as he pushes you back down on him. Caleb stops at the edge of the bed, your slick juices dripping down his shaft and creating a creamy ring at the base of his dick as he lays you down on the plush mattress. You immediately sink down into the softness as he pushes your legs to your chest, ankles damnnear by your ears as he folds you up.

Your breath is stolen from you as your thighs are compressed against your chest as he pistons his dick in and out of your clenching pussy. You grab at his shirt, twisting the material until the buttons pop open. Your eyes widen when the familiar silver dog tag with a small apple charm dangles in front of your eyes. The chain sways to and fro before you and your heart pounds beneath your rib cage as you feel a rush of slick gushing out of your snatch. The necklace you had given him. He kept it. You hook your finger into the chain and pull.

A surprised grunt leaves him when you tug down on his dog tag, making him lean down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss as his hips pause in their brutal snapping. He moans softly when your tongue seeks out his, curling and tasting his mouth. Caleb pulls away, his eyes shining with adoration, desire, and affection for you. “Naughty girl…look what you did to my shirt?” His left hand trails down your body, caressing your soft skin and relishing in the feel of you under his rough fingertips. “Punishment by pleasure. You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

His feverish words are whispered hotly against your lips as he pulls his hips back, thick shaft rubbing against your walls as his cockhead bumps against your over sensitive clit. It twitches under his touch as he saws his length through your soaked lips until you damn near were in tears. “Beg. Beg for it. Beg for my cock like the slutty girl you are for me, princess.” He coos softly.

Your teeth worry your bottom lip as tears fill your eyes at his teasing. Your body was beyond sensitive and stuck on the edge between pleasure and pain as the need to cum grows more and more intense. A part of you still wanted to deny him, to not give into his demands, but the bigger, louder part wants to submit to the pleasure. “Pul-please…Caleb…I need you…”

“Hmm?” He leans down, teasing your clit with featherlight touches as he nudges the tip of his dick at your slick hole, sinking the tip in and thrusting shallowly before pulling out. “Need me to what? C’mon. Use those big girl words.”

“Caleb!” You whine out as you try to grab at his necklace again, but he’s quicker than you and takes both your wrists in his bionic hand and pins them to the bed. “I need you to fuck me! Please make me cum again! I need it!”

A feral smirk spreads over his lips as his left hand moves to spread your labia apart, translucent strings of your slick slipping over your drooling hole as he lines up the bulbous tip of his dick. “Since you asked so nicely.” With those words, he slowly sinks back in, making sure you felt every single thick inch of him. Feeling his balls tingling, he set a slow, steady pace, hips smacking into yours with every deep thrust that makes your breast bounce. Your hands twist and nails dig into the meat of your palm as you buck your hips upward and wrap your legs around his middle, your heels fitting perfectly in the dips of his back.

He keeps up that same slow, sensual pace, his hips swirling in slow undulated thrusts as he takes his time. His pubic bone grinds into your clit with every stroke as he slips his fingers inbetween the two of you. Caleb swirls his ring and middle fingers over your clit slowly, pressing into the swollen flesh as he watches your face scrunch up and you writhe with pleasure under him. “Y’like that. Like it as I slowly make you mad with pleasure. Is that something your precious “gege” would do? No, sweetheart, I was never your brother and you knew that. The kisses we shared, the times I held you closer during thunderstorms. The many times have we done this?” Caleb’s thrusting picks up in speed as his emotions hit a new high.

You shake your head as you desperately try to cling onto what little semblance of sanity you had left. But the steady wet smacks of his pelvis against your as his dick makes your pussy gush around him makes that almost impossible. “Caleb. Caleb. Caleb.” His name leaves your lips like a mantra as tears of pleasure fall from your eyes and down the side of your face into your hairline. “You were never my brother, Caleb! You’re my lover!”

Caleb’s hips stutter as his balls tingle and he cums a little at your words. You said it. The one thing he’s been dying to hear. The one thing he was determined to make you say. “That’s fucking right. You never really hated me. You just needed me to fuck the brat out of you, huh?” His hips pick up in speed until he is thrusting in and out of you at such a speed that it makes drool bubble up in your mouth and your tears to fall faster. He captures one of your bouncing breasts between his teeth and sucks the hardened nipple into his mouth, lathing it with his tongue and circling the areola as he works the fingers of his left hand over your pretty little clit.

His balls smack against the curve of your ass as he feels the telltale signs of his release nearing. He quickly moves your legs from around his waist, placing them on his shoulders as he cages you with his body, his thrusting becomes sporadic. Caleb’s hand returns to rest above your mound and spreads, thumb still resting on that tender button as he presses down on the protrusion of his cock in your lower belly. You let out a squeal as the pressure stimulates you from the inside and your legs lock around his neck. The thick tip of his was constantly knocking against your cervix and the fine dark hairs of his pubes rub so tantalizing against your clit as his thumb rubs fast circles.

“Cum. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum so hard for me.” As if by his command, your juices squirt out of your pussy, drenching his pelvis and dripping down his shaft and balls. “Good girl. You want me to cum? Deep inside you and fill you up so full?” His fingers still work over your sensitive clit until you were screaming and begging for reprieve. “Yeah, you do.” He snaps his hips heavily. Once. Twice. Three more times before stilling, his cock twitches within your depths before his seed floods out the tip.

His cum is hot and sticky as it fills your womb, his hips resuming their slow, gentle thrusts to fuck it deeper and deeper still even as the sheer amount overflows your pussy and gushes out with every slow, deep thrust. His forehead drops against yours, the cooling sweat that beads there making your skin sticky as he pecks at your lips in sweet kisses. Caleb slowly lets your legs down from around his shoulders, his left hand massaging your hips in case there was any lingering soreness.

“You okay, little one? I shouldn’t have been so rough…” His eyes widen when your hand slips from his grip and cups his face. Your eyes were soft as you gave him a smile.

“It was perfect, Caleb. I needed this. I missed you.” Your fingers rub his cheek gently as you lean up and press your lips to his forehead softly. You wiggle your hips, feeling his cum slosh around inside you and blinking in confusion. “Uh…Caleb…”

“Hmm?” He hums as he drops his head to the junction of your neck and shoulder, skimming his lips over the soft skin. “Yes, princess?”

You fidget under him, whimpering a bit when he slowly drags his hips out, cock still hard inside you. “How are you still..”

Lilac eyes peer down into yours as a boyish smile spreads over his lips and a chuckle vibrates in his chest. “You didn’t actually think I was done with you, yet? Nope, we have all night. Round Two? Start.”

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･ ⟢ ⋮ summary. . . running into your childhood friend you'd lost touch with just when you were in need of a roommate was super lucky for you, too bad living with and getting close to him has you feeling things you probably shouldn't !! just how exactly is he feeling about this arrangement ??

.pairing ﹒ꕀ . gojo satoru / reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎wc. ⁀ ⊹ 12.6k

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ 18+ only, smut, university au, swearing, dirty talk, cunnilingus, thigh fucking, big dick gojo, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink, creampie, fingering, cumplay (not really), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink (if you squint), gojo is down bad, reader is scared of horror films, f!reader, she/her pronouns used, i think that's all !!

Having a roommate is great! You pay less on rent, split utility bills, there’s usually someone home if you get locked out or have to go away for a couple days. There’s many benefits, which is why you wanted one in the first place but when it comes to your reality… it’s a different story. Especially when your roommate is some guy from one of your classes that suddenly needed a roommate when you started looking.

Okay, some guy is a little harsh, you’ve known each other since you were kids, you just grew apart as you got older and have only really gotten back in touch during university. It was surprising to see him on campus but not unpleasant. He was a familiar face on a day where you had no friends in a new environment. It’s embarrassing to think back on it now, with how you practically clung to him the whole day.

Your childhood with him was nice, there’s a lot of memories there. Thinking hard, there wasn’t even an inciting incident to your growing apart. It was natural and happened slowly. Still neighbours but he’d gone to a different high school, and you’d stayed where you were. You don’t really know or remember what happened that you stopped hanging out all together and you were too shy and nervous to just walk those few steps next door.

He was the boy that walked home with you after school, who held his hand out to you when you fell over, who told kids off for picking on you. He was a good friend and always made you smile, losing a friend like him hurt. It hurts more that there isn’t any obvious blame to be put anywhere, it’s not like you guys had a fight or anything.

The fact that your paths had diverged and met again feels bizarre and puts you on edge. Easily falling into step with him before realising you’ve not seen each other in years, a familiarity you feel like you shouldn’t have but is there regardless. Often talking like you’re close before correcting yourself because despite being the same people, you’re completely different.

“Your thinking is disturbing me,” his voice comes from behind you.

The sudden sound gives you a start and you jump, “Geez Gojo,” you turn to look at him, his head tilted and smile lopsided as he leans on the back of the couch you’re seated on, “How long have you been there for?”

He shrugs before throwing his leg over the couch and stepping onto it from behind, flopping onto his ass and jostling you with his movements, “I dunno, a few minutes or more?”

You only hum noncommittally at him, your train of thought completely gone. It doesn’t matter, you have a feeling you’d gotten distracted from the point you were trying to make to yourself anyways.

“You’re gone again,” he pokes at your cheek and you slap his hand away.

“Stop it, I was thinking about something and now all my thoughts are muddled and useless.”

Gojo sinks further into the couch, spreading his limbs out far too wide, “Must not have been all that important then.”

A sound of disagreement from you, “I was thinking about my childhood…”

“Ah…” he sighs, “Must’ve been thinking about me then,” his lashes flutter at you.

And just like that, you remembered what you were initially thinking of. Having a roommate is good in theory and not practice because now you’re living with the single most annoying person on the planet. Only he manages to press all your buttons and you can’t tell if he’s just like that or if it’s because you knew each other as kids.

You choose not to answer him, he bugs you and a part of why he bugs you so much is because he doesn’t even seem a little bit bothered by your past friendship. He’s comfortable around you and is quick to bring up the past, you’d wondered at first if he felt the same sting over your lost past together but his attitude towards you had that line of thinking dropping quick.

Maybe moving in with him was stupid but you needed a roommate and you knew him, it was the better choice but you’re questioning that logic a little bit now. “Do you feel uncomfortable that I’m living with you?”

His head shoots to look at you and his brows pinch, “No.” When you don’t say anything more, he asks, “Are you uncomfortable living here… with me?”

Your eyes meet and you can tell he’s concerned which wasn’t your intention, “No, don’t worry about it… I was just thinking out loud.”

“Wanna know what your problem is?”

Whatever he’s about to tell you is going to be stupid, “No. Not really.”

He gives his answer despite yours, “You think too much, always in thought worrying about things that don’t matter nearly as much as you think they do.”

“Maybe you just don’t think enough,” your retort is quick, not enjoying captain state the obvious over here.

He exhales while shaking his head, like he’s showing you pity, “I suppose you can’t help it; you’ve always been an overthinker.”

And it’s true… you’ve always had a tendency to overthink and for some reason the fact he still remembers that about you makes you feel funny. It’s like you’d half expected him to forget everything about you but time and time again he reminds you that he remembers a lot. More than you’d think he’d have noticed about you as kids.

“Hey, you okay?” His tone isn’t the same from before, no longer teasing, “You seem down lately.”

You brush him off with a smile, “I’m fine, we just have a weird friendship.”

He pouts, “I think our friendship is normal.”

“Of course you’d think that,” you roll your eyes lightly, “What I mean is, it feels weird to go from being so close to strangers back to friends again.”

“Maybe but I personally feel pretty good about it,” he smiles big, “Seeing you on campus was crazy luck and then you were so nervous you wouldn’t leave my side the whole day, it was cute. Reminded me of when we were kids.”

A groan leaves you, starting to feel warmed by your embarrassment, “Shut up.”

“I’m glad we’re getting close again,” his hand rests on top of your head and pats a few times, “Stop thinking so much about the past.”

You don’t have any problems with the past, it already happened, it’s what’s coming that has you feeling so unsettled. Gojo’s hand on the top of your head slides down to the side of your face, his hand caressing you. He grabs you and pulls you closer as he leans in, always so quick to invade your personal space like it’s also his.

He simply utters, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” You nearly sputter at him, the proximity and intensity of his eyes making you nervous.

Those eyes narrow at you in response, “Worrying.”

You change the topic, “You need to stop getting in my personal space.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he exaggerates, “Am I in your personal space?” He moves in closer, his cheek pressing to yours, the hand on your other cheek holding you still.

You’re laughing before you have a chance to stop, struggling against him and breathlessly telling him to stop, “You’re so annoying! You’re no better now than when we were kids!”

A gasp pulls from you when you both slip in your struggle, your back meeting the couch seats. You’re expecting the heavy weight of Gojo falling on top of you and wince in preparation but when it doesn’t come you squint your eyes open. He’d caught himself with a single arm, hovering over the top of you with a large grin on his face.

The position is suggestive and has you flustered; your eyes wide as you search your brain for the right thing to say. Gojo isn’t bothered in the slightest, smile unfaltering, “It’s adorable how easily flustered you get.” He bops the tip of your nose with his free index finger.

Quickly, your expression drops, brows furrowing, “Get off me.”

Gojo can’t seem to help himself when it comes to you though, faking deep thought at your command. Eyes scanning up and down your body, “Hmm, and if I don’t?”

“I’m gonna hurt you,” threatening through clenched teeth.

It’s almost like he lights up, always enjoying going back and forth with you like this, “Promise?”

“Gojo,” you warn.

He whines at you, “Why do you still call me Gojo, use my name… like you used to.”

You’re a little taken aback by his request, you’d been trying to be polite. Your brain shuffles through the things you could say right now, something smart or funny or just giving into his request. His eyes on yours are imploring, waiting impatiently for you to call to him.

“I’m not gonna do that,” your head turns from him to avoid his gaze, having decided on defiance.

Dropping to his forearm, his head follows yours so he can stay in your line of sight. He’s pressed too close to you now; you’re getting embarrassed by his shamelessness. Your palms move to his shoulders to push him back but he’s holding steady.

“Come on,” he draws out his words, “Please, just once. Please. Please. Please. Please.”

He’s so annoying, he repeats his pleas over and over while you shake your head at him.

He changes his methods, seeing he’s not getting far with begging, “I’m not getting off you until you do.” Hand reaching for your face again, manoeuvring you so he can pull you to look at him better.

The way he’s looking at you makes your heart flutter, a pleasant feeling that upsets you. If he keeps looking at you like this, you might go insane. Against your will, your eyes flit to his lips before quickly snapping back to his eyes that are now crinkled with his too big grin.

You pout at him, “I feel like giving into you here doesn’t bode well for me.”

So obvious in how he looks to your lips, slowly tracing your features before locking with your gaze again, “That could be true but not giving in here might not bode well for you either.”

Maybe letting him win will be easier in the long run, you don’t want him becoming more difficult than he already is, “Just once…”

His eyes light up at your acquiescence, suddenly waiting so patiently for you to continue. Just as you’re about to open your mouth to hesitantly utter out his name, your apartment door swings open. Ieiri and Geto kick off their shoes and stumble into your living room. Gojo only groans and drops his head to your shoulder. Disappointed by how close he was to hearing you call to him.

You stutter and fumble over yourself at how he’s dropped onto you, your hands pushing at him, “Gojo get off me!”

“If you’re gonna invite people over maybe don’t try fucking right before,” Ieiri sighs at Gojo like his disappointment is his own fault.

Quick to dispute the accusation, “W–we weren’t doing that! He’s just all in my personal space like usual.”

“Satoru, get off the poor girl,” Geto rounds the couch and pulls Gojo up by the back of his shirt, “Don’t you put her through enough already?”

“You guys have the worst timing,” he grumbles back at him.

Geto lets him go and shrugs, “You’re the one who invited us over, maybe don’t give us a key next time or plan your flirting better.”

“I think you guys have great timing,” you smile at them both, grateful for the save. Especially since the situation was quickly slipping from you. You can’t believe you almost gave into Gojo; he’d absolutely only get worse if you had.

As you sit up properly, Ieiri comes up behind you and strokes the top of your head soothingly, “Would you like us to kill him?”

You laugh at her suggestion, “Thanks but I still need him for his half of the rent.”

Geto and Ieiri are kind and you like them, you’re still a little uncomfortable around them since they’re not your friends. They’re Gojo’s friends that he made in high school and he tends to have them around plenty enough that you’re friendly with them but not much more than that.

As you get off the couch to leave them, Gojo’s hand grabs your wrist, “Where are you going?”

“What? I…” You’re confused, “I was just gonna go to my room and leave you guys to hang out?” He pulls you back to the couch and you collapse into it. Pulling your wrist free, you slap at him, “What the hell?”

He’s unphased by your slaps of admonishment, “You’re gonna watch a movie with us.”

“Do I get a choice?”

He beams at you, “Nope.”

The other two just sigh at Gojo and his antics, moving to get comfortable on the couch themselves. You try to get up again but Gojo is quick to pull you down by the back of your shirt. “I just wanna get a blanket,” you pout at him.

The expression he makes is sheepish and cute, “I’ll get it… sorry.”

Without him in the room you feel nervous and uncomfortable, the silence between the three of you unbearable, “Uhm… sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, living with him must test your patience daily,” Geto smiles in a way that eases your nerves slightly.

Ieiri looks around him to look at you, “What the hell was he even doing to you?”

“Ah…” you falter slightly, not sure how to tell them he was tormenting you into saying his name in a position that had suggestive undertones. Maybe overtones is more appropriate here.

“I didn’t do anything to her,” Gojo defends as he comes back into the room, “I just wanted her to say my name instead of always calling me ‘Gojo.’” He flicks the blanket out and places it down over top of you gently, “You guys ruined it though.” Grumbles coming from him as he sits down beside you again.

“You harass her too much, you don’t deserve to be rewarded for that,” Geto rolls his eyes before looking at you, “Don’t reward him for his bad behaviour.”

“I try not to,” you pointedly ignore Gojo’s sounds of offence from beside you.

Geto’s eyes sparkle with something devious as he calls you closer as if to tell you a secret. He whispers into your ear and it sends an involuntary shiver down your spine as you try to focus on his words. As you take in what he’s saying, an evil smile breaks out across your face. Gojo’s quick to get nosy, a hand on your shoulder pulling you back.

“What did he say?”

Chirping back at him, “Not telling.”

Gojo continues to hound you for a bit before Ieiri speaks up, “Can we pick a movie? I have other plans tonight you know?”

Geto agrees with her, “What genre?”

And just when you thought you’d have the upper hand for a bit, Gojo slaps you back down, “How about horror?”

The other two go along with it easily, fine with watching something scary. Apparently a newer film has just come to streaming and they’re all interested in it but while they talk about how good it seems, you’re semi spiralling. You look to Gojo, wondering if he remembers how much you can’t stand horror movies and by the shit eating grin on his face, you’re guessing that yes, he does remember this about you.

Ieiri must pick up on your hesitance, calling your name softly, “If you don’t wanna watch something scary we can watch something else.”

Geto turns to look at you, noticing your apparently obvious anxiety, “I’m cool with whatever.”

You feel awful, they came over to hang out with Gojo and they all want to watch this movie. Even though evil man next to you swayed it this way you don’t doubt they’d probably have watched it anyways if you weren’t here.

“No, it’s okay! We should watch it,” you give your best smile and they both seem placated by it, relaxing back into the couch.

A tug on your sleeve draws your attention back to Gojo, his joking expression gone. His voice lowered so the others can’t hear, “If you really don’t want to, we can watch something else… I was just teasing you.”

“I wanna watch it, I’m not a kid anymore,” you brush him off. They’re his friends and it’s his time with them, you don’t want to take that away from them.

He squints at you sceptically but jokes, “If you get scared you can always sleep with me tonight,” he winks and you dislike the way it makes you feel.

Scowling, you turn away from him but he only chuckles, pleased with your reaction. Then he’s starting the film, looking over to you a few more times before seemingly settling in his spot.

Scary movies themselves aren’t so awful, you can get through them, it’s the going to bed at night that’s less pleasant. It’s not like you think any of the monsters are real, it’s just that some small, irrational part of you has you feeling an awful dread. Laying in your bed at night and not opening your eyes for fear that something will be there looking back at you.

It's silly and something you wish you could say you grew out of but irrational fears aren’t known for being rational, the opposite in fact. It’ll be okay though, for a bit you’ll be a little scared of the emptiness of your room during the long hours of the night but that will pass.

The further into the film you get, the more antsy you become. It’s doing a good job of building tension and unsettling you and every moment that’s meant to frighten you, does. And while this is true for you, everyone else seems completely fine as they watch.

You’re actively fighting against yourself to not jump at the parts you’re meant to jump at, sufficiently scared and embarrassed over it. Nibbling at your lower lip as your eyes squint shut at a particularly loud part.

Something brushing against your hand has your eyes popping open, startling you. Looking down, you can see Gojo has slipped his hand under your blanket and blindly reached for yours. Once he’s found it, he takes your hand in his and squeezes once, his larger hand giving you a small amount of comfort.

The action doesn’t go unappreciated by you, relaxing slightly as he covertly holds your hand, hidden away from the two sitting by your side. Now every time you’re frightened, you grab at him and he simply brushes his thumb over your skin soothingly. It’s intimate and makes your heart flutter like it did earlier when he was on top of you. The movie is easier to get through like this but you can’t help but feel like your relationship with Gojo is on a precarious ledge.

When the movie is finished, your hand slips from his and you can’t help but notice his hesitance in letting you go. After that the night doesn’t go on for much longer, the four of you ordering dinner and eating before Ieiri and Geto are being walked to the door by both you and Gojo. Ieiri is ready to leave, eager for her other plans.

The way Geto looks at you reminds you of what he’d whispered to you before the film, a look of realisation crossing your features as you smile at him and Ieiri, “I had fun, bye Ieiri… S–” you hesitate before pushing through, “Suguru.”

Geto’s smile is huge as he returns your name, “Have a good night.”

Ieiri’s chuckle is quiet but doesn’t slip your notice and when you look to her, you see she’s looking at Gojo whose expression is dumbfounded. It’s like he’s an old computer slowly booting up, “Hey! Hey, what the hell!” He points between you and Geto.

Geto acts like he has no idea what’s set him off, “What?”

“We’ve known each other way longer!” Gojo whines at you.

You’re staring blankly at him, “Gojo, you’re being weird…”

“No! No, you’re being weird,” his hand clasps your shoulder, pulling you to face him instead of Geto. His other hand points to himself, “My name, say my name.”

You blink at him, “Gojo.”

He groans back at you, his shoulders slumping as he falls into you. His head sagged on your other shoulder as he laments this turn of events.

Ieiri adds fuel to the fire, “Call me Shoko.”

“Shoko,” you smile bright back at her, whether she offered just to further Gojo’s torment or not doesn’t change how happy you are to get a little closer to her.

“Oh!” She smirks at you, “My heart just skipped a beat,” she pinches your cheek, “You’re cute but I gotta go, bye.”

You wave awkwardly at her as she shuffles out the door, still being clung to by Gojo. He’s wallowing, “You have to call me by my name now, you have to.”

Geto pats Gojo’s back, you can’t tell if he actually feels bad about what he’s done or if he’s mocking him. He smiles politely at you, “Have fun with this!”

“Right… bye Suguru,” you wave him out too, now alone with a depressed Gojo who won’t let go.

Maybe you should’ve thought this through… the blowout feels like Gojo is about to get much more annoying and you’re the only one who has to live with him. “Would you get off me?”

“You’re so awful to me,” he fake sniffles.

“It wasn’t my idea, blame Suguru.”

“You’re even still calling him Suguru,” he collapses further into you, maybe he should’ve majored in theatre… since he’s so dramatic.

You sigh and stroke his hair soothingly a few times, hoping to calm him. “I’m sorry.”

He pulls back slightly to look at you through his lashes, “So you’ll call me Satoru?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He stands to his full height again, looming over you, “Why not?”

“Because you want it so bad,” a half truth, the other half is that it feels so intimate, especially now, especially with him.

“So, if I say I don’t mind, you’ll say it sooner?”

“Would you mean it?”

Thinking on it for a second before he decides, “No.”

“Then no,” you shrug and walk away from him, going to get ready for bed.

⁀ ⊹ ₊ “

The room is so silent and the dark is all consuming, you’re staring at your plain bedroom wall trying to work up the courage to roll over. The irrational fear that someone is behind you nagging in your brain, you thought since you were in such a good mood earlier that you’d forgotten about the movie but the unease is still deep in your bones.

Taking in a breath, you move quickly and roll over, flinging your legs over the side of the bed as fast as you can. Scuttling out the room, you find yourself at Gojo’s bedroom door. His offer earlier had definitely been a joke, you’re certain of that much but your room is scary and it’s worse because you’d only moved here a little while ago. It’s not like your familiar childhood home, this place still feels weird, specifically during the night.

Everything feels different at night and less recognisable and it’s made worse by how alone you feel. When something like this happened as a kid you’d at least feel soothed by the sound of someone up late watching television or the rattling of someone searching the fridge for food. This is unfamiliar and lonely and you wish you didn’t feel like this but since you do, you’re going to wake Gojo up and force him to hang out with you until you’re too sleepy to be scared.

Quietly you slip into his room, approaching his bed with light steps. His form is all spread out, making full use of his bed with his whole body, much like how he spreads out wherever he’s sat. It shouldn’t be an endearing quality but you can’t bring yourself to hate this about him, especially since he’s a fairly big guy.

He looks cute, you wouldn’t say it’s a peaceful sleep since he keeps pinching his brows as his lips move just slightly, like he’s speaking in his dream. But he looks cute, distinctly him. Staring at him like this is becoming creepy so you reach your hand to him, trying to wake him as carefully as you can.

Your touch is gentle but it wakes him easily, he’s always been a light sleeper. He rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, making sleepy noises of confusion at you.

“I need you to wake up,” is all you say, like it explains why you’re in his room this late.

Gojo grunts at you, “What for?”

His voice is deeper than usual, words lazy with sleep. It makes your head fuzzy, enjoying how he sounds too much. Pushing aside your stupid feelings, you murmur, “I can’t sleep…”

A noise of unsurprise leaves him, eyes squinting up at you, “You should’ve just said you wanted to watch something else.”

“I was fine with watching it though.”

“And that’s why you’re waking me up? Because you’re fine?”

“I just need you to stay up with me until I’m too tired to be…” You trail off, not finishing your sentence.

Gojo finishes it for you, “Scared?”

“Will you just stay awake with me? Please?”

“No,” he slides over to the side of the bed furthest from you, “But my earlier offer stands,” he pats the empty side of the mattress.

He cannot be serious, “I’ve seen how you sleep; I think you’d suffocate me.”

Your name leaves him in an exasperated groan, “Just get in the bed, scaredy cat.”

It’s either this or go back to your empty room and as much as this feels like a bad idea, he’s making you feel better. “Stay on your side.”

“It’s my bed, the whole thing is my side,” he argues back.

Crawling onto his bed and getting under the covers you mutter, “Just don’t try to kill me with your stupid long limbs.”

“I promise nothing,” he stretches his arms up with a yawn.

A few moments of quiet pass and you assume he’s gone to sleep, his back now facing you. He’s so broad, looking at him like this makes him seem like a giant. Without really thinking it through your hand reaches for him, grabbing the material of his sleep shirt with your thumb and index finger.

Gojo mumbles, you can’t tell if you’ve woken him again or if he’d still been awake, “You good?”

Withdrawing your hand as you mutter, “Yeah… I’m just sorry… for waking you.”

He turns to face you, puff of breath leaving him when he flops onto his other side, “Don’t worry about it, I knew you didn’t handle scary movies well when I suggested one.”

“You knew I didn’t handle them well when we were kids, I’m an adult now,” you counter.

A low hum comes from him, “You’ve not changed very much.”

“You have,” he’s undeniably changed from when you were kids.

His interest is piqued, “How so?”

“You’re more annoying now,” you poke at his chest, “And meaner.”

He denies, “I am not mean.”

You look away in thought, “Hmm… maybe not mean but you’re cruel.”

“That’s worse.”

“You’re a tease,” you settle on.

He’s willing to concede, “I can’t deny that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“You get it the worst though,” he reaches for your hand poking at him, fingers unfurling yours and taking them in his.

Ignoring the way his touch makes you feel you sigh, “I have a feeling I knew this already.”

“I can’t help it; I like teasing you.” He smiles, “Your reactions are cute.” He uses his hold on your hand to tug you in closer to him, your front nearly colliding with his.

Suddenly, you’re nervous, “What are you doing?”

“Teasing you,” he answers easily, like it’s obvious.

You’re avoiding his eyes, looking to his throat, his chest, anywhere but his face, “Could you not?”

“I could,” he pauses, “but that’s not as fun.”

You’re so close to him, you rest your forehead onto his chest, “Gojo… if you’re not careful, I’ll start mistaking your teasing for flirting.”

“You wouldn’t be mistaking anything,” he half laughs, “If anything… you’d finally be catching on.”

Did you suddenly drift off or something? You pull back to look up at his face, “What?”

“I’ve been flirting with you the whole time,” he blinks at you, “to be honest I’m really surprised by how long it took you to realise that.”

Can it even be said you realised that? All you did was warn him of possible consequences, “I…”

“I’ve been laying it on thick too you know, I’m a little embarrassed for you,” he’s looking at you with faux pity.

Is he still teasing you, he might still be teasing you. Squinting sceptically at him, “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Seriously?” He looks actually shocked; he leans down to level you with his gaze.

You frown back at him, “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I like looking at you.”

Okay, that one you could tell was flirting, “Gojo–”

He returns your name in the same tone, cutting you off. It’s tense, with your eyes locked and the now known fact that he’s been flirting with you for who knows how long. You should leave his bed but you don’t really want to. You’re so close now, not even having realised just how close you’d both moved to the other.

Gojo leans in as his hand leaves yours to instead hold your cheek, his lips pressing a soft peck to yours, once, twice, three times. When you’d caught on with his third kiss and kissed him back, he moves impossibly closer, his lips kissing you more. Feverous in how he pursues your mouth, becoming desperate in how he kisses you.

It’s making you dizzy and it’s hard to keep up with him, your hands reach for his shoulders and hold on. His hand moves for your hip, pulling at you, his lips insistent. Kiss messy and wet, his tongue licks into your mouth and you let it happen. Small noises leaving you at how good he’s making you feel from just this alone, he barely even parts to take a breath.

The hands you have on his shoulders push back; your breaths panted as you struggle to say what you want. “W–we should stop…”

He whines at you, disappointed, “Why?”

You stumble over your words, “Because it’s late and you’re sleepy and not thinking straight and–”

“–If you wanna stop that’s fine but don’t take this moment from me because of those reasons,” there’s something almost pathetic about him right now, “I’ve wanted to kiss you forever, don’t make me stop because you think I’ve not thought this through.”

His answer is surprising to you, taken aback by how needy he’s coming across. Instead of saying anything, you press a light kiss to his lips like he’d done to you. He’s quick to return it, lips demanding. His kisses are full and making you feel tingly all over, pulling a gasp from you with how he sucks your tongue into his mouth. This might make you crazy, you’re turned on and delirious.

Pressing your thighs together as slyly as possible, not wanting him to know just how worked up you are. The hand he has on your hip plays with the band of your pyjama pants, tugging them just slightly to dance his fingers along the exposed skin. Not moving any further than that, only gripping at you before sliding his hand back up.

The way he’s kissing you is breathtaking and yet also feels like he’s holding himself back, his fingers tapping against your skin as he refrains from exploring your body further. When he moves back, he nips at your lower lip and small moan slips from you. The sound pulls a visceral reaction from him, a soft groan leaving him as his head collapses onto your shoulder.

His breath tickles against your skin, “Please let me touch you.” He sounds so pitiful even to his own ears, words laced with desire.

For a moment you’re not even sure you heard him right, “What?”

He licks at your neck, shiver running down his spine, “You’ve gotta be so wet, just let me touch you, please.”

You stutter out, “I– I’m not having sex with you like this.”

Tone whinged back at you, “Fine. That’s fine, just– let me touch you.”

If you were surprised by his need before then you don’t know how you’re feeling right now, “Okay, you can–” your words are lost when he rolls you onto your back, his hands shoving your pants off. “Gojo, c– calm down.”

Eyes barely glancing at you, “Can’t.” He’s far too eager, skin buzzing with his excitement, Gojo could almost swear he’s still asleep and dreaming.

Reaching over clumsily to flick on his lamp atop the bedside table, he needs to be able to see this. Oh, and he feels breathless at the sight of you in your panties, like the wind has been knocked out of him. Lower half dressed in innocent white with a pastel little bow on the front. Almost feeling like it’s his birthday and this is his new favourite present he’s yet to unwrap.

“This what you’re always wearing under all those cute skirts?” He mutters out at you.

You’re not even sure you’re meant to have answered until his eyes flit to yours, clearly waiting for you to reply. “Uh, not– not always.”

“Gonna have to show me,” he smirks at the thought, wanting to see you in and out of every pair of panties you own.

Large hands trail up your thighs, landing at the edges of your underwear and just when you think he’s going to finally tug them off, he pulls up. Your panties moulding to your pussy obscenely, leaving nothing to the imagination with how he’d forced them up. Gasping indignantly at him, hands flying to grip his, your legs squirming. His lecherous gaze greedily eating up the view of you like this, delighting in how you’re wriggling. Beyond embarrassed at his actions, somehow feeling more exposed like this than if he’d just taken them off.

“Gojo!” You whine at him, hands clawing at his when he pulls just the littlest bit more on the material.

He bites his lip, not even gracing you with eye contact, too busy to, “What’s wrong?”

“You– you’re such a– a…”

He mocks your stumbling, “A– a– what?”

“A pervert,” you settle on.

Small, dazed giggles leave him, “Yeah, yeah I am,” a hand moves off your hip. Instead, slowly dragging an index finger through your wet slit over your panties, a low growl leaving him at just how slick you are. “Just for you though, sweetie. I’m your sick pervert.”

Your breath catches in your chest, not expecting him to be so depraved, “Could you please– hah– stop teasing.”

“I thought I made it clear that– oh fuck– I like teasing you,” in awe at just how much wetter you got when he started talking, “Hmm… I think you like it too.”

Pouting back at him, “I’d like it better if you touched me.”

“But I am touching you,” he singsongs back, barely there touch dancing around your clit.

“I was ri–right earlier,” your hips shuffle desperately to try and get him to touch where you so badly need it but he expertly avoids your movements.

Hand on your hip pushing you down flat into the mattress harshly, “About what?”

“Hm?” Your brain feels foggy and it takes you a second to remember what you’d started saying, “You are cruel.”

A breathless laugh leaves him, “Sweetheart, you got no idea.”

The devious smile he gives you has you believing him, no doubt in your mind that he could be worse than this. Regretfully, you use your trump card, “Hah– if you ma-make me cum– ah!– if you can make me–”

He takes your phrasing personally, “Oh, I can make you cum, don’t even–”

You cut him off but every time you try talking he taps lightly over your clit with two fingers, “If! Y-you can make– hng– mee~ cum, I’ll say your name.”

That gains his interest, offence gone at the promise of hearing your lovely voice murmur his name. He crawls over your body, face meeting yours, “Promise?”

Nodding your head lazily back at him, “Promise.”

“Gotta seal it with a kiss,” smile dopey as his eyes drop to your lips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press your mouth to his in a debauched kiss. Tongue pushing into his mouth to lick against his own, his chest vibrating with a sweet moan. Gojo feels fucked and stupid at how you’ve kissed him, not fully expecting you to press your lips to his like that. He doesn’t even want to part, mouth moving against yours effortlessly.

Realising his complete unwillingness to pull back, you do it for him, parting with a wet pop that makes his spine shudder. Gojo’s unable to help the small sound of yearning that leaves him, he would’ve been happy to die from suffocation if it meant you were kissing him like that the whole time.

“Gojo?”

Your voice shocks him back to his body, he’d been staring at you all dazed, “Now I just gotta make you cum, right?” His canines show in his grin, confident in himself.

Nodding at him, “Please.”

He snickers, “Such sweet manners, pretty,” Already shuffling back down your body, his new favourite place coming into his line of sight. Cruelly, he blows cool air on your heated core, enjoying the way you twitch at it.

Big hands pressing between your thighs and pushing them apart, making room for his large frame between them. Feeling indecent in how wide he spreads you open, even more so when he lets out a low whistle at the messy state of your panties. You’re about to admonish him for purposefully embarrassing you when he’s getting comfortable between your thighs and pressing his face into your covered cunt.

Large gasp pulling from your lungs at his shamelessness, skin growing so much hotter when you hear just how deeply he inhales. Deep groan reverberating from his chest, a sound so gutturally pleased that it makes you shy. Legs fighting against his palms, wanting to hide yourself from him and his salacious actions.

Your hands push at his head, “Oh my god, Gojo?! Could you be any more shameless?!”

He doesn’t pull back, speaking into your pussy, “Sure I could.”

Immediately following up with an example, tongue lolling out of his mouth to press up against you. Drooling onto your underwear, already wet material growing slicker. More moans tumble from his lips at the taste of you, enjoying this so much that you’re shocked by how aroused he’s making you.

“You– you’re embarrassing me.”

Only humming back at you happily, words muffled, “You’ll get over it.”

You’re not sure if you believe him, feeling so self-conscious by his brazen desire and not seeing that changing any time soon. Feeling twitchy by how turned on he’s got you from it, you shouldn’t be this into it, you shouldn’t be this into him but you are and you need him to do more to you.

Gojo feels insane, salivating over the taste of your cunt on his tongue through your panties. Poking his tongue into your hole, stopped by the material separating him from you. Simultaneously frustrated and so horny, enjoying this much more than he probably should.

Voice coming out pitchy and bitten back when you call to him, “Please– hng– take ‘em off.”

“Someone’s needy,” he accuses like he’s not about to start humping the mattress below him. Your hips wiggle down into him and he stifles an amused laugh, “let me savour this a bit longer.” And then he sucks on the material of your panties, saliva thoroughly drenching the already sopping wet garment.

Relishing in the shocked squeaks you let out at his action, finding something so addictive about all the sounds and faces you make when you’re flustered and embarrassed. All at once he grows far too impatient, the taste of you on his tongue nowhere near enough anymore, not when he knows you’re leaking divinely and honeyed sweet for him.

Hands rushed and frantic as he pulls your panties down, quickly realising that he’ll need to move to pull them off properly. He’s completely unwilling to move further than he has though so he simply tears them from your body, chucking them over his shoulder to let them fall in tatters.

“Gojo! Those were one of my fav– ah!–”

Not even bothering to listen to your full complaint, immediately diving in to slurp obscenely at your gooey cunt. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he finally tastes you directly, cock twitching in his pants as he moans. Tongue wasting no time slithering into your tight heat, feeling out of his mind as you throb and whine for him.

Why couldn’t you have realised he was flirting earlier? He could’ve been doing this so much sooner and the thought he’s been missing out makes him feel devastated. How many nights did you touch yourself while he was one door down and why is he suddenly jealous of your own hand? His tongue moves inside you and your back arches, a shaky hand reaching down for him which he takes in his own – he doesn’t want you moving him because he’s pretty sure he just found your sweet spot.

Repeating his movements just to get the same huffed moan and full body reaction he got the first time, a lazy smile on his face at the realisation. He has you wrapped around his finger now, sending you wave after wave of pleasure but never enough to make you cum. No, he’s having too much fun teasing you right now and he also knows that as soon as you cum this is over and he’s not ready to part with your gushing pussy just yet.

God, he’s like a fucking animal as he licks and sucks on your cunt, frenzied but lazy look in his eyes every time your gazes meet. He’s got you feeling like a real mess, head dizzied and heavy with the pleasure that’s soaking into your bones. Beyond turned on and so so ready to cum, at first your foggy brain thought maybe he didn’t know but now you know he’s just toying with you.

His deft tongue hitting all the right spots just until you’re about to finish only to start being evasive enough for the high to slip from you all too soon. It’s absolutely intentional and it’s hurting your feelings, why won’t he let you cum? Why does he like teasing you so bad?

Pleasured mind taking it all too personally, eyes wet and glazed when you whimper down to him, “Gojo– hah!– please– hng– please let me cum– mmph–” your voice hitches with your words, “I– I thought you wan– wanted to hear me– ah!– say your name?”

Gojo feels his dick leaking into his pants at the pitiful way you whine at him, finding it all too endearing that you’re this worked up over him. It makes him want to tease you a little more but he’s nothing if not pathetic for you and he’s all too quickly giving in to the cute sounds of you begging him to let you cum. He really could make out with your pretty pussy forever though.

Humming at your continued whimpers and pleads, trying to give reassurance that he’s about to be oh so nice to you but the vibrations have your thighs shaking so much more. Hips fighting to grind down into his face only to be steadied by his large hand on your hip, frustrated sounds leaving you at his continued resistance to help you get off.

Instead of trying to get you to understand, he’ll simply tongue fuck you until you climax. Focusing on that spot he found earlier, pressing his nose into your clit, loosening his grip a tiny bit so you’re able to grind down into him. Fuck, he might die if he lets you ride his face, to be used by you for pleasure could have him cumming untouched.

It’s perfect, it’s so perfect he just needs to not move. You try to tell him as much, “Don’t!– Don’t fffucking– I’m so– hnng!– ah!–”

You’re not even able to finish any of what you attempted to say, orgasm hitting you out of nowhere in the middle of trying to talk. Vision going dark as you shake and shiver through your climax, cunt pulsing around his tongue, desperate to be stuffed so full. You’re struggling to breathe through the best orgasm of your life, hand gripping onto Gojo’s tight as he keeps lapping at your achy pussy.

Gojo is in love with how creamy your delectable cunt is, he’s pussy drunk and feeling like he can’t stop. At least he wouldn’t be able to stop if it weren’t for the raging hard on he’s got, so hard it almost hurts. Reluctantly, he’s pulling back from your pussy and if you were just the tiniest bit more aware of your surroundings you’d feel bashful about how messy Gojo’s face is.

Not even bothering to wipe his face, tugging his shirt over his head quickly before slipping his hands under yours, not taking it off but pushing it up to expose your tits. Big hands groping at you, lightly pinching your nipples when he asks, “You still with me?”

“Uh huh,” nodding lazily back at him, limbs heavy and head buzzing. Watching him and the thinly veiled feral expression on his face as he palms your tits has you stifling down a moan.

There’s such an adorable look on your face, stupid and satisfied. Gojo’s barely holding onto his last thread of sanity, he wants to fuck you so bad but he said he wouldn’t, so he won’t. Resting a hand on the mattress he leans down closer to you, lips brushing the skin of your cheek before kissing your mouth sloppy.

You’re holding onto him, fingers digging into his shoulders. Unable to stop the small sounds he’s drawing from you, the effect he has on you sinful and unfair. Thighs rubbing together as his tongue licks at yours, low rumbles pulling from his chest. Still so horny for him but far too embarrassed to ask him nicely to fuck you.

Lips parting the smallest amount so he can ask, “Where’s my prize for making you cum?”

And now you’re remembering what you had promised if he managed to make you cum. Maybe if you were in your sane mind you’d try and wriggle your way out of it but considering he made you cum so hard you can’t even compare it to anything else, you’ll say it.

Taking a quick breath in and averting his gaze, you mumble, “…Satoru.”

His body reacts a whole lot more to that single call of his name than he thought it would, shiver running down his spine and dick twitching in his too tight sleep pants. Slumping down into you and whining, “Your voice is so pretty.”

Turning his head to the side, he latches onto your neck. Sucking a love bite into your skin, teeth nibbling at you before pulling away and licking over it.

He’d caught you off guard with it, gasp leaving you, “mmph– Gojo–”

He singsongs back, “–Satoru.” He nips at your skin lightly, “Say it again.”

His gaze on you feels heavy, watching your mouth carefully to see how the word forms, “Satoru.”

Eyes falling shut as he groans, savouring this for a moment before pulling from you and leaning back on his knees, “Sweetheart…” Large hands holding your thighs together by the knee as he asks, “can I fuck your thighs? Please?”

That was one of the last things you had expected him to ask of you, his straightforward request making you feel shy. It’s not even like you’re going to say no but you can’t have him thinking you’re too weak for him, “Aren’t you being a little greedy?”

He smiles big at you, like he already knows you don’t fully mean it, “I don’t think I’m following, pretty.”

“I agreed to say your name and that was it and now you’re asking for more…”

“I asked so nicely though,” he points out.

“You’re still being greedy.”

“Mhm,” he hums noncommittally, clearly he’s stopped paying attention. Already lifting your lower half off the bed and throwing both legs over one of his shoulders. “I’ve still not heard an answer from your pretty mouth yet.”

He’s holding you up so effortlessly, strong forearm holding onto your thighs. Free hand reaching down for the waistband of his pants. His eyes look to yours, eyebrows lifting in question, “Where’d your words go?”

“Okay,” you nod at him quickly, suddenly all too distracted by the sight of his slowly lowering pants. Happy trail far too enticing for you to even think of delaying this much further.

His hand stops moving, “‘Okay’ what?”

“Okay you can…” your eyes flit back to his hoping he’ll settle for you not having to say the whole phrase but with the expression on his face – patient and waiting – you can clearly see he’s not going to, “Yes… you can… fuck my thighs.”

He groans, pleased with your answer, “Fuck, thank you so much.”

Pants pushed down just enough for his cock to be freed. He’s so hard it looks aching, flushed a pretty shade of pink and leaking precum from the tip and down the sides. His hand squeezes the base of himself a couple times, taking deep breaths.

Tapping on your leg lightly to catch your distracted attention, “Open your thighs just a bit.”

Doing as he asked without questioning him, legs still over his shoulder as you give him room to move. He slides his cock between your thighs, resting between your cunt so wickedly that it has you fidgeting. The hand that had guided his dick grabs the outside of your leg and pushes, your thighs closing around him.

Gojo’s head tips back as he fights to keep his senses, your skin so warm and soft that he feels a little crazy. Pussy still so wet and messy for him that he can’t help but feel that go straight to his ego, you want him and that makes him feel all giddy.

Below him, you start writhing impatiently. The underside of his cock is pressed up against your clit and now you feel like you’re throbbing with the need for him to actually fuck you open. The moans that leave him are so pretty and you want to hear more, trying to move a little bit more in search of added pleasure but he’s quick to stop you.

The muscles in his arms bulge as he restrains your lower half, head dropping forward to look down his nose at you. The look he gives you makes you feel small, hole twitching at it. You need him to move right now and you need it bad, every part of you screaming for it.

“Move?” your lashes flutter up at him, “I need you– ngh– to move.”

Exasperated but all too amused breath leaving him, “You’re so needy. It’s making me dizzy.”

Frowning at his words, “I am not– ah!–”

But he’s quickly drawing his hips back and dragging his big cock through your folds before slamming forward, the whole length of him driving you insane. Between your thighs feeling so soaked, brain melting all at once.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck– this is– you’re too– hnng–” Everything Gojo is trying to say is cut off by either moans or a brand-new line of thought.

With every thrust he makes you feel a little less like a person and a whole lot more desperate for him. It feels good, really good, so good that you want more. The fact that you’re aware of the fact he’s not even inside you and you’re feeling this good has your brain short circuiting. Fingers digging into the sheets, attempting to ground yourself and completely failing.

Your pussy is positively weeping for him; to be filled by him and it’s taking all of his strength to ignore the way your hole is borderline begging for his dick. Brows furrowed as he focuses on slamming between your thighs, already feeling so pitifully close to cumming like this. How he’s even held on this long is a wonder to him, too close to cumming earlier when he was tongue deep in your cunt.

Hitting your breaking point, you whimper out to him, “Gojo– hng– just put it in– hah!– you can put it in,” nodding your head desperately at him.

Chuckling breathlessly at your whining, “I thought you didn’t– fuck– didn’t wanna have sex with me like this?” He recalls your earlier assertion.

“Hnn– I– ah– changed my mind?”

Biting his lip to stop his moans enough to speak, “You’re talking outta your pussy, sweetheart.”

“I’m not, I’m not– hah!– please put it inside, please.” Worried that you’re not swaying him enough but you want it so fucking bad, insides aching for him, “Satoru, please.”

Well that’s just playing dirty, a small whine slipping from him at your use of his name, stuffing it down just so he can seem composed when he replies, “Well, when you beg me so sweetly like that how could I ever say no?”

Dropping your lower half onto the bed makes you mewl at the loss of friction and he can’t help but laugh airily at your despair. Opening your thighs obscenely just to drag his cock through your sloppy cunt, shivering at how messy you are. Little hole shuddering for him, the sight of it makes him tut.

“Are you even gonna be able to take me, hmm?” he wonders aloud to you.

You’re already nodding back at him, “You can make it fit…” eyes wet and fucked when you address him, “can’t you?”

You may as well have just shot him fucking dead, “Of course I can.” Eyes glinting in the low light of the room, “‘Course I can.”

Slowly pressing into you, opening you up so lewdly on just the tip of his cock. Your hands already reaching for him and gripping onto the hands on your hips. The amount of control he needs for this is astounding and you’re not helping with how twitchy and worked up you are. Every time you show just how much you’re enjoying this, how much you want him, he gets just that littlest bit closer to cumming prematurely.

“Sweetie,” he calls to you, words barely bitten back, “I need you to relax for me.”

“I’m trying, you’re just so–” Your eyes drawing down to where he’s picked you up and started working you open, “–big.”

Involuntarily, his hips drive forward, the tip of him finally slipping into you. The both of you let out moaned sighs, you’re fighting the urge to kick your legs, already feeling so good and nowhere near close to taking all of him.

“You’re gonna kill me, you’re trying to kill me,” he huffs out, feeling like the snug fit of your cunt might actually kill him dead right now and his only regret would be not being balls deep already.

His words are rushed and pitchy at the tail end, like he’s so close to whining about how good it feels. The soft flush on his skin is pretty, expression all twisted in so much pleasure. Looking at him is making you feel too many things, overwhelmed by his cock and how attractive he is. Bringing your hands up to cover your eyes, hiding him from your view.

Your name rolls from his tongue in a soft moan, “What are you– hah– doing?”

His slightly trembling voice has you clenching down on him, “I can’t– I can’t look at you right now.”

“Hmm? Why not?” The smile he’s definitely sporting can be heard in his tone. “Am I turning you on too much,” he taunts.

Replying hesitantly but honestly, “Yeah…”

Gojo was not expecting that from you, his ego growing tenfold from the idea alone, the confirmation only serving to make him even more unbearable. Small giggles leaving him, “How embarrassing~”

Your arms drop in exasperation, going to frown at him but as soon as your hands are off your face, he’s sliding into you a few more inches. Your brain no longer capable of thinking of anything at all, its sole purpose now registering the immense pleasure he’s giving you. Moans broken and shocked at his unexpected move, if your hips were on the mattress you have no doubt that you’d be trying to buck up into him just to take him all.

“Want my whole dick, sweetie?” He hums at you, thumbs rubbing soothingly on your hips from where he’s holding you up.

Your eyes feel wet, vision blurry, “I– hah!– want it, all of it.”

“‘Course you do,” he smirks, “so turned on just by the sight of me.”

Future you will be cursing horny you for admitting that to him so easily, he will absolutely be reminding you of this later. “Sh– shut up.”

“You sure you want me to?” A single brow quirking in your direction, “I think you like my voice, pussy squeezes me so nice when I talk to you.”

And then he’s slowly sinking into you inch by delicious inch, taking care as he does, cautious of how your tight, little hole swallows his cock. Drooling at the lewd sight of your pussy bulging around him, small and bitten back noises leaving him as he pushes into you.

You’re taking him so well, wrapped so perfectly around him, sinfully wet and soft. Cunt so greedy in how you suck him in that he might pass out, trying to focus so hard on filling you completely before he blows his load.

Damn near whimpering when his pelvis hits yours, struggling so bad to hold completely still, softly grinding into you. His whole body feels like it’s buzzing, ears thumping as his blood rushes in his head. Completely elated to be so deep inside you, even more so to see the way you squirm under him.

Your eyes already look so fucked out and dumb, lashes fluttering, struggling to keep them open. Everything feels raw and exposed, mind numbed and complacent, “Move– hnng– you need to– hnn– move.”

“Wait,” he groans, eyes closing to control his breathing, whines still trapped in every breath he takes.

“But–”

“–So cute, you’re so cute– hnng– and you feel fucking fantastic, too good that I need– hah– a moment to breathe before I cum inside you, okay?” He rushes out, words tumbling over each other just so he can adequately warn you that he’s certain this will end early if he starts moving any more than this.

That was cute of him, his bitten back words and grit teeth followed by soft sounds of feeling just so good has your heart jumping in your chest. Struggling so hard to be patient right now, beyond worked up, pussy absolutely throbbing around him. So slick and only getting wetter, especially when he’s admitted to feeling so good from sitting balls deep that there’s risk of him cumming before he wants to.

Maybe distracting him will work, “I’m glad… we got to get closer again.”

“Oh, we’re close alright,” he snarks, looking down at where he’s fucked so deep inside your pussy that it should be criminal.

“You’re such a pervert,” you complain, “I was trying to help.”

Leaning down, he rounds his arms under and around your body, hugging you flush to him. He doesn’t let go of you even as he rises, cock pulsing so hot inside you as he kneels on the bed. You’re clinging onto him so tight, praying that he doesn’t drop you.

“You’re gonna drop me,” you worry.

Nuzzling his face against your cheek, “I wouldn’t do anything to risk losing the tight heat of your pussy, sweetie.” Planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek and then your lips, “Just make sure to hold on tight.”

“You can’t drop me,” you assert.

He soothes, “I won’t.”

Lips locking with yours again, the urge to kiss you sitting too heavy in his chest to ignore. Tongue licking against your own languidly, kissing you so softly, taking his time. Mouth hot and wet as his lips smack against yours, his cock jerking inside you at how it feels to have his lips on yours.

Every part of you is buzzing, his kiss much more gentle and caring compared to the frenzied and needy way he had kissed you earlier. It’s making your heart feel weighted, this shared moment where he’s so deep inside you and kissing you so sweetly feeling so tender that it almost hurts.

Keeping his mouth on yours as his arms move from behind you to grip your thighs, he’s not even sure you register the change, still kissing him back so devotedly. And all he can think about is how bad he’s got it for you now, nipping at your lower lip to make you gasp before kissing you full again.

Hips pulling back, the slow drag of his heavy cock making your spine shudder. Keening into his kiss, lips dropping from his to moan.

“You’re so pretty,” he compliments low to you just before he slams back into you all at once.

The breath you’d had in your lungs exhaled so fast it makes your head spin, pathetic and whingey mewls the only thing leaving you. The compliment he’d given you making you feel a sickening kind of gooey fondness, feeling bashful at his sincere words. His kindness juxtaposed by the harsh way his dick is fucking into you.

Soft and delirious giggles leaving him, “You liked that~” He purrs, head dipped so his lips drag against your collar bone, “I’ll remember that.”

“D– don’t know– hnng!– what you’re talking about,” you babble back.

He coos at you, “I’m talking about– hah– how you liked being told– fuck– how pretty you are while I’m stuffing you oh so full.”

And you really wish you could lie to yourself about how much you like it, but your body is betraying you so severely, cunt gripping him tighter and gushing that bit slicker. Wet sloppy sound of him fucking you hard filling the room, squelching messy and lewd and embarrassing. So turned on that it doesn’t even matter, barely managing to garble out his name, moaning it over and over like a chant.

Back to being so horny and out of your mind that you can’t bring yourself to care about how needy and desperate you’re coming across. Hanging onto him for dear life as he thrusts so fast and deep that you’re seeing stars. His grip on your hips using you as if you’re a toy for him to fuck.

Tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each re-entry, hitting against every delectable inch inside you so completely and effortlessly that you’re starting to drool. “I– You’re so– ah!– deep!”

“Am I?” He stops thrusting, sitting as deep as he can go inside you, single hand drawing up to your stomach, “That means you can feel me here?” and then he’s pressing down.

You grip onto him tighter, clinging desperately, nodding fervently, “Mhm– yes– yeah–”

“–Already close, huh?” He notes. Your reaction so visceral, cunt pulsing around him rhythmically.

“Keep moving?” You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking into his skin, “Please, ‘Toru.”

Evil, that nickname for him on your tongue is so wicked and he doesn’t even think you realise you’ve just called him that. “You’re sending me to an early grave,” he mutters.

Hand back on your thigh in no time, lifting you with ease to keep fucking you breathless. Feeling absolutely devastated by how adorable you are, by how needy you are. Cunt positively creaming around him, saccharine sweet as your pussy begs for him over and over.

Tongue lazy in your mouth at you stutter out calls of his name, starting to have trouble holding onto him effectively. Gojo is the only thing stopping you from slipping back onto the bed, drooling onto his skin. Mindlessly, you press a soft kiss to his shoulder, and you just barely hear the mewl he lets out because of it.

He’s so close to cumming, your loving kiss on his skin causing everything inside of him to go weak for you. “Sweetie, you feel so good– hnn– so so soso good,” he’s drawing in a shaky breath, “and now I need you to cum so good for me, yeah?”

Practically begging for you to cum on him, needing to feel it but you’re so out of it that you can’t reply coherently. Every word a sputtered whimper that you couldn’t stifle down without a hand on your mouth. You’re a complete mess and he feels so much overwhelming pride over the fact that he’s done that to you.

The only sounds you can hear anymore are the soft and sighed whines of Gojo holding back his orgasm, the lewd slapping of skin against skin, and the pleasant thrumming in your ears. The noises you assume you’re making not even fully registering to you, much preferring to hear Gojo’s anyways.

So close you can taste it and when he starts giving little rutted grinds of his hips every time your pelvises meet, you’re done for. Crying out broken moans as your cunt pulses hot and wet around him, cumming so hard you lose focus, vision dark and hazy and fucked so stupid.

You’re gripping him so tight, pussy trying to desperately milk him of everything he’s got. Veins in his cock throbbing against your walls so sinfully. Feeling so fucking sensitive with how he’d been holding back from cumming pretty much since he put his mouth on you.

Urgently, he gets your attention, “I’m gonna fucking– hnnn– cum, I need to– hah– I need to put you down so I can pull out.”

You only cling onto him tighter and shake your head, legs closing around him firmer, “Cum like this.”

And even if he wanted to argue with you a little more… he couldn’t. The lazy way the words formed against his skin and the cute way you’re drooling on him as him cumming so suddenly. Forcefully slamming into you a final time, dumping all of his cum so deep inside you and painting your walls an obscene creamy white. Hands gripping your thighs so hard that he thinks he might leave bruises of his hand prints behind. That thought alone making his dick twitch even more.

Feeling so boneless as he very carefully lays you down on the bed, his breaths coming fast against your skin as he reels from his own orgasm. Staying like that for a moment, pressed so close to you while you both come down from your highs. Aware enough to hold himself up by an arm so he doesn’t crush you under his weight.

As he goes to pull away he quickly realises you’re not about to let him go, “Gotta let me go, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

Brain taking a second to catch up to what he’s just said and the fact that you’re still clinging onto him, “Hm?... oh… m’sorry.”

His heart seizes in his chest, and he can’t help but press sweet kisses to your lips over and over, humming happily against you. Your grip loosens on him, and he fights against himself to pull back, there’s something he really wants to see.

Sitting back just to watch as he pulls out of you, his seed leaking from your gooey hole as he does. Shuddering at the view of it, his lecherous gaze lighting up at how much he’d cum inside you. As if on autopilot, his fingers collect what’s leaking from you and stuff it back inside, stroking against your inner walls.

His intention far from innocent, perverted touch making you twitch and whine. So hypersensitive from everything he’s put you through, one of your own hands reach down for his and grab at his wrist, trying to stop him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks through a smile.

You whimper at him, “Too sensitive, ‘Toru.”

Oh and there’s that nickname again, the one that make his heart skip a beat. “You’re okay, sweetie,” he hums as praise, “doing so well for me, you can cum one more time can’t you?”

You shake your head but your grip loosens and his grin grows wide on his face, he’s never forgetting how reactive you are. Still, he’s careful with you, he knows he just fucked you within an inch of your life, touch gentle as he fingers your pussy full of him.

Scissoring his fingers and gently rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb, “Your pussy is divine.” He continues cooing at you more, “Took me so well, so greedy for me, hm? So wet and tight, had me feeling like I was going crazy…”

You want to tell him to shut up, that he’s so embarrassing and shameless but your words won’t come. Mouth too occupied with letting loose the scandalous cries of pleasure you’re feeling, damn near pornographic in nature.

Back arching meanly only to be pushed right back down by his hand on you, trailing it from your sternum down your torso to just over your lower stomach. Lustful and plotting grin on his face when he pushes down, more of his cum leaving you only for his fingers to pull out to stuff it all back in.

It’s like he’s playing with you, getting a sick kind of enjoyment out of watching you squirm and leak with his seed. Already you’re so close again, barely having come down before he started finger fucking you, sensitive and dopey.

“Someone’s getting close,” he singsongs to you, the clicking sounds of him playing with your sopping wet cunt making your skin hot with shame.

Gojo puts effort into focusing in on that one spot he found earlier when he was tongue deep in your pussy, stroking you over and over, elated by the shocked and fucked look on your face. Body fighting so hard against its own pleasure and yet still greedy and begging for more.

Eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you cum yet again, struggling to breathe through it, whining out Gojo’s name over and over like how you did earlier. Twitchy and high strung and so so sensitive, thighs closing around his hand as you shake through your orgasm.

Forearm covering your eyes as tears slip from your waterline, everything feels so raw and electric and hot. Unable to even hear properly with how your head is rushing, all your senses dulled and simultaneously on edge.

Gojo tickles his touch up the outside of your thigh and you jerk at it, “Atta girl, did such a good job,” he compliments.

“I died,” you huff out.

“You didn’t die,” he wipes his fingers on your thigh, before crawling up your body.

You continue to complain, “You killed me.”

“I would never,” pulling back the arm hiding your face from him, “I like you far too much for that.”

Your only response back are begrudged grumbles that you don’t really mean. It’s hard to play angry at him well when you’re so high on your pleasure, body buzzing so pleasantly and head still dizzyingly content.

He smiles fondly at you before kissing you sweetly, lips lingering for a moment and then stating, “I’ll be back.”

And then he’s gone, and you’re left on the bed swimming in the relaxed and satisfying feeling thrumming through every inch of your bones. He shuffles around his room for a moment, changing into a clean pair of pants before scuttling out the door quickly.

Semi confused on where he’s gone until he comes back with a glass of water and a towel in the other, “Can you sit up for me?” You lay still for a moment, and it prompts him to check, “You can’t?”

“I’m thinking,” you don’t really want to get up, but you do, slowly dragging you body up to rest against his headboard.

He hands you the glass, motioning for you to drink while he sits down by your legs. Using the towel to gently wipe between them, careful not to touch you where you’re too sensitive. you finish the water and set the glass down on his bedside table where his lamp is lighting up the room.

Glancing down you quickly realise your shirt is still rolled up over your tits haphazardly, it suddenly feels dirty, you want a new shirt. “Gojo, can you grab me a shirt from my room… please?”

“Hmm?” He looks up to you and shamelessly stares at your tits, to which you cover them with your arms and frown, “I’m wiping my cum from between your thighs but you’re suddenly too shy for me to look at your tits?”

It’s not logical but that’s exactly how it feels, “Yes.”

Playfully, he rolls his eyes but gets up, discarding the towel in his hamper. He doesn’t go to your room though, simply tugging a shirt from one of his drawers. Walking back over to you with it in hand, “Arms up.”

Thoughtlessly, you do as he asks without question, arms raised up and waiting. Of course he takes the opportunity to blatantly stare at your chest, “Hey!” Your arms drop down.

An unapologetic giggle from him, “Sorry, sorry. Raise ‘em up again.”

You pout but you do lift them again and this time he actually takes your shirt off, it gets chucked over with the towel and the fresh shirt he grabbed is pulled over your head. It hangs off your frame and is clearly not your size but it’s comfy and soft and it smells like him.

Suddenly you’re feeling sleepy, eyes blinking slow as you struggle to keep awake. Something that changes when Gojo simply picks you up off his bed and starts walking out the room with you.

Yawning as you rest your head on him, “Where are we going?”

“To your bed, someone made a huge mess of mine,” he grins.

“And whose fault was that?”

Quirking a brow at you, “I’m pretty sure it’s yours.”

Feeling bashful as you pointedly look away from him, “Shut up…”

You both get into your bed beside each other, and you can’t help but snuggle into him, he’s so large and warm and it’s not even like you could avoid it because he was quick to wrap an arm around you and pull you snug to him.

Yeah… this friendship was definitely on a precarious ledge, and you tumbled right over the edge of it…

𝒂.𝒏. meow meow meow i hope you enjoyedddd,, this had been sitting in my writing folder since the middle of january and i couldn't wait anymore. i needed it finished and it's technically not because i had so many roommate gojo ideas that i couldn't add :< anyways !! THANKS FOR READING ILY❕

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strawberrymochin · 8 months ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ☀︎

Rockstar!gojo x art student!femreader

synopsis- satoru gojo fell in love with you when he was 17. He tried everything to gain your attention—joining the student council, participating in every extracurriculars, performing well in academics yet nothing worked. That was until high school. In college, having been forced into a band, he needed to find a new artist for their posters which he requested shoko to take care of. What he didn't expect was shoko to bring you as a volunteer—

warnings- college!au, satoru being heads over heels for you, he’s so damn in LOVE save my boy, friends to lovers, misunderstanding, SEMI PUBLIC SMUT, fingering, oral fem receiving, PUSSY DRUNK GOJO, dirty talk, creampie, BALL OF FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of smoking and alcoholism, super cute ending

w.c- 8.2k (have faith)

a/n's note- i'd poured out my heart in this (especially the smut). i hope you all do like this. your comments and reblogs are highly appreciated as it helps motivating me for writing long ass fics. taglist is open you can ask me to join. love ya' all!!

When satoru met you for the first time, he was 11 years old.

You were the daughter of his mother’s friend whom he heard of so many times. Though the accidental reunion in the mall while grocery shopping was the first time satoru ever had the opportunity to meet you face to face.

It was a totally random encounter, coincidental even, you can say when your mother recognised satoru’s mom and both squealed like teenagers. They'd a lot to catch up with, thus having their kids entertain each other in the play section was convincing enough for them to chit chat in a cafe.

And this is how satoru ended up being stuffed, hand in hand with you, to go enjoy in the play section as his mother patted his back, asking him to be good to you.

“Don't leave her hand, okay toru?! Make sure you both stay together.” His mom said before scooting herself with your mom.

Satoru looked at you, his hand locked in yours as you made eye contact with him before shying away, looking in the other direction. He stood confused before pulling you to the gaming section, without any word.

He scanned amongst the box of video games, before pulling out one which caught his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He gave a side look to you, reluctantly asking “you want to play this?”

You gaze down at the video game he held in his hands, eyes sparkling a bit, if satoru wasn't seeing things, then raise your head to look at him again. “It has vibrant colours.”

Satoru nodded, feeling a little giddy that you liked his preference. “It's called mario kart.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened as he revealed the name.

“Do you know how to play it?” You shake your head at his question. “Then I can teach you!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, let's go and install it on the playstation.”

By the time satoru’s mother returns with your mum, they find satoru giggling along with you, hands still locked with each other, as he points to various stacked video games.

That day slowly came to an end and satoru didn't get to see you for the next two years till your giggles became a distant echo and your face a blur.

By the time he was 14, he almost forgot you.

Until that one day when he noticed you, sitting alone with your lunch staring at the sky at the campus of his high school.

You were biting on your chopsticks with dreamy eyes as recognition drew in satoru's mind.

Y/n— he thought. His brows frowned, thoughts slowly going in a muddle. How are you here? eating lunch in his high school campus unless— you're a student over here too! Satoru felt foolish, his lips slowly curving in a smile lifting one hand, abandoning the basketball in the other to greet you.

However, before he can get his words voiced out to you, gaining your attention, a brown haired girl comes up to you dragging you along with her in a hurry.

Satoru's hand froze in mid air, awkwardly stretching it above his head before bringing it down and turning towards his friends. He sprinted back to his group resuming the game, yet his mind stayed with you and your dreamy eyes.

He wanted to say ‘hi’ and watch your eyes grow wide before nodding your head just like you did back then. He wanted to show you the basketball he was holding and maybe teach you how to play ball just like he did back then.

“Oi satoru! Why are you missing the catch?!” one of his friends shouted, breaking him free of his daze. “sorry…taking a break!” He said, excusing himself, before going and plopping himself down on a nearby bench.

He recognised the brown haired girl—Yura. She often came to him asking for little favours. Did she know you? A friend? You studied in the same school and yet he only saw you today. Where were you all this time? Satoru was the same age as you. So you were bound to be in the same class, maybe different sections but he knew students from the other sections too. How come he didn't notice you yet?

The recess was over soon and he ran back to his class. Before entering the class, he noticed you again, hurrying to the class next to him.

Class 1-2.

Satoru felt silly as he read the classroom name in his mind.

As the final semester rolled on and a new semester started, satoru found out class 1-2 changed to class 2-2 and this year he was in the same section as yours.

He was excited to finally be able to talk to you without any awkwardness. After all, you were in the same classroom now— which means you will know him when he introduces himself on the first day of class. You will see him, introducing himself aloud and clear and recognition will draw on your face as you remember him.

That's what he initially thought the night before the first class. Until satoru felt the urge to perfect his speech and kept on practicing it, holding the crumpled sheet in his clammy hands, past midnight.

As a result he woke up late and by the time he hurried himself to school, the self introduction was half-over. He mumbled his apologies to his homeroom teacher, before hastily introducing himself and going to his assigned seat.

With that his perfect speech plan of gaining your attention bombed miserably. He raised his head in the direction of your seat—first row second desk, way far than his— fourth row last desk.

That's when he decided with the determination inclining in his heart to get your attention and make you remember that it's him.

The plan was simple. He just have to wait till recess and watch his chances closely. Once you're free and alone he will go make a move saying ‘hello’! Maybe even ask for your number.

Recess hour came by and his plan chose to bite the dust with girls and boys swarming around him to get his number and be friends with him. The group kept him occupied for the entirety of the recess and by the time he was done you were no where to be found in class.

Similar things happened the next day and the next day and the next day, never ceasing to leave him alone.

Satoru eventually came up with another plan— excelling in academics. The more he's good in academics, the more are the chances for you to come up to him wanting his help to understand a problem. And the plan worked exceptionally well with girls frequenting him with a doubt in their lesson— except for you.

This time satoru came up with his active participation in extracurriculars and sports. The more he active he is the more is the chance of you joining the same activity or maybe seek his assistance for the upcoming sports day.

This plan too, was indeed prodigious and did attracted a lot of attention except yours.

His last option was of joining the student council. As the spirited member of the top student council, you might come up to him with a problem you're facing or anything you want to change.

So, without thinking much he did joined the student council, hoping to finally gain your attention. However the following week, concerns and requests for changes decreased promptly. The other council members sighed, few scrutinizing satoru. After all no one in the entire school would want their so very handsome, energetic and popular Satoru Gojo to have a heavy work load after school.

“Since we don't have any work to do now, thanks to gojo-kun, I'd gladly like you all to only maintain the regular class desk arrangement.” the student council president announced before leaving the council room.

Satoru sighed, this isn't what he thought. He just wanted your attention not the entire school’s. Everyone looked at him, when he walked, when he sat, when he ate, people always turned around to take a second look. Yet you never laid your eyes on him. Even being in the same class you never came up to him to chat.

Back slouched, with his tie undone, he slammed the door open of his classroom to pick up his bag.

You flinched.

Hand covering your mouth, a dust wiper on the other, you looked at him as he froze.

One entire year, was how satoru spent to gain your attention, to get you look at him, and when it finally happened the time seemed to halt. The sun rays pooled into the room with slow breezes messing up your bangs and satoru couldn't mutter a word but stare.

Conscious about him gaping, he tore his gaze away from you before shutting the door, this time gently.

The council president asked them to take care of class desk arrangements. However, the desks in his classroom have always been arranged, even before he joined the student council.

“you…um arrange the desks everyday?” He said fixing his tie, slowly walking up to his desk, wiped clean by you. “Yes.”

Satoru accompanies you cleaning and arranging for the rest of the time in complete silence. Soon you take your leave, and so does satoru but this was the time he was happy like really really happy.

He didn't exchange any words of recognition with you, from the day at the mall. He didn't talk. Yet he was beaming radiant, for just being with you, momentarily alone, in peace.

That day soon came to an end and another year passed by. Satoru did nothing but admire you from afar. This was the only way he felt the closest to you. He saw how you wiped and arranged the desks everyday; help people without even letting them notice; lend the only pencil you have without a word; and care for the garden whose garish flowers were disregarded by others.

The more he saw, the more he knew you. And the more he felt his heart slipping away.

You were kind, gentle and soft. You noticed people behind their masks. You regarded the smallest of the things with such care. And your delicate hands, often smeared with paint, held the responsibility of others without complaining.

He often saw yura asking favours from you, shoving her cleaning duties to you, sending you to get her lunch from the 7-eleven nearby and never once you said 'no'. You were so so precious.

He knew he’d to stop; the way you engrossed him, linger on his mind all day to the point that he was unable to think of anything but you was straight up creepy but his eyes never stopped searching for you.

Even in the midst of the crowds on a random road his eyes would unconsciously seek for you.

And by the time he was 17, satoru was hopelessly, absurdly and miserably in love with you.

Another year passed by and he could do nothing but stare. And the fact that you often looked at him too made things even worse.

He was so down bad for you that he couldn't keep on going like this anymore. He was so sure he'd confess to you on the day of graduating the high school, not caring about rejection.

Satoru stayed up an entire night, perfecting his confession. But by the time the graduation ceremony ended and he went to look out for you, you were nowhere to be found.

He asked yura about you, to which she replied that you went back home early and satoru had his heart broken at 18.

He couldn't move on easily but giving you up was the only option left. Unwillingly, satoru made his devastating decision of giving you up. He never thought he would see you again until a few years later in college, shoko brought you right in front of him.

“We need a new artist to cover up for this concert.” said geto suguru, stuffing his phone back in his pockets. “Why? What happened to ren?”

“Got himself into an accident and fractured his right arm.” Geto plops himself back down on the couch beside satoru, before pulling on the fretboard of his bass.

“Should visit him then.”

“Forget it.”

“Why?” frowned satoru, geto suguru—his best friend, the one he went to middle and high school with, was not the type to feign indifference. His behavior indeed had satoru confused.

“Nanami informed he got drunk at the last concert before getting himself into the accident. Drunk driving it is.”

“Did yaga find out about this?”

“Fortunately, he didn't. Nanami covered the case before him finding out,” geto brought his hand, swiping back his string of bangs, “if it reaches yaga, he will ban us from using the campus stadium.”

“lucky I'd say…so what now?” The next concert is in 3 days and the band poster is still incomplete.

Shortly after satoru joined his college, suguru started a band along with two other guys. The band was doing well but due to a disagreement they decided to split up. Suguru then suggested satoru join the band and the following year they gained another member named nanami kento.

They used to hold performances at random pubs but as its popularity increased, the college decided to give them the campus stadium to hold their concerts. Something they did extra was hiring an artist to do their band poster— hand-drawn. It'd become a little tradition— a lucky charm says suguru, and now that their artist had broken his hand right at the eleventh hour before the concert they will have to—

“Find a new one.”

“nana—” geto shuts him before he could finish his sentence. “Nanami is trying his best, so am I. So, you try finding one too.”

“How am I supposed to?”

“Well I'm sure if you go with a face like this to the art department, people would volunteer in a line.”

“Same goes with you, why don't you go and ask. I'm sure if you could wear your shirt a little loose you can surely get your clingy ex find a good one." Gojo says in a mocking tone, grabbing his guitar and looping it around his back before leaving the club.

He was sure annoyed, but he will have to find one, geto wasn't in a mood to joke earlier either. Rather than going by himself, he decided to ask shoko get it done for him; he was sure she'd agree for a few packs of cigarettes.

Walking on his way to the parking lot he texted shoko to meet at their regular cafe.

“Sup!”

Satoru smiled knowing shoko could never fail him, even if she didn't agree right away a little guilt trip will do.

“All good?”

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“Just a little favour.”

“And what that might be?”

“Get an appropriate artist from the art department. Ren broke his arm and suguru's so down about going himself, ya’ know about his ex,” shoko started grabbing her cup of iced coffee to retreat when gojo slammed two packets of cigarettes on the table. “I've two more packs to offer.”

Shoko returns to her seat, a big smile on her face. “Okay! Since I'm your empathetic, gracious and compassionate friend, I will try and see what I can get done.”

“Yes please…”

“I'm not doing it for cigarettes ya’ know.”

“Mhmmm” satoru nods his face dramatically.

“Get the other two packets out.”

“Sure.”

Satoru knew four packets would get the job done as he parted away from shoko, driving his way back home.

And the next day when shoko texted him that she got a volunteer and is bringing her to the club, he didn't expected it to be you.

Shoko looped a hand around your shoulders “so this is the club,” chewing a gum, “and this is satoru gojo.”

“Hi…” you said looking at him, before taking a look at those instruments laying behind.

It’s you. It's really you. He couldn't believe his eyes yet stood unblinking as if you were some mirage and will fade away once he closes his eyelids.

“Gojo?” Shoko waved a hand infront of his face and realizing he didn't respond to you, he bent his torso bowing to you.

“Woah,” shoko’s face scrunched up, cringing at his behavior, “when did you start being all formal?”

You giggled at her comment while satoru hushed her with a series of ‘shut ups’.

“I'm—”

“Y/n.” satoru whispered almost as if reminding himself the way your name sounded in his lips. “Y/n, i know.”

You chuckle at his words, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You know her?” shoko tilted her head at him, not expecting you to be acquainted with him.

“We went to the same high school.” You say when satoru does nothing but gape at you with dreamy eyes.

His heart did a whole somersault at your sentence. You remembered him; you remembered his name; you remembered he was in the same high school as you. The fact that you regarded him made him so giddy that he was practically ready to throw his hands up in the air or kiss the floor on which you walk.

“Kay’ I'll leave you guys to talk then.” She smirked before raising a cocky eyebrow at satoru, excusing herself from the club.

“So…you're the only one?”

“Huh?”

“In the band— i mean…”

“Oh no” he dragged, “there are two more members along with the back musicians…”

You humm, taking a proper look at the club.

“You like it?”

“It has vibrant colours.”

Your words echoed in his ears, the same which you said to him at the mall. Oh how bad had he wanted to hear those.

“The jazzies,” you read the name of their band aloud, “why jazzies? You only play jazz?”

“No…we play all sorts of music…it's just a name suguru chose for the band.”

“you do originals?”

“Both originals and covers. Anything suguru comes up with.”

Your mouth forms a little ‘o’ as satoru explains to you.

“geto seems to be doing all the stuff, what do you do?”

“You know him?” satoru’s brows furrowed. “Whom?” you ask.

“geto…geto suguru.”

“Ofc, he was in the same class as us.”

“Oh.”

Ofcourse. Both he and geto were in the same class as you. It was no big deal for you to remember both of them. However, accepting that he wasn't any special was bitter.

Satoru’s eyes followed your figure as you went out to reach for his guitar, mindlessly drawing your finger on its printed patterns.

“You didn't answer my question…”

“I guess I found you for our band.”

When none of you says anything, satoru breaks the ice, clearing his throat.

“You know how to play?”

“Err…no.”

“I can teach you.”

He slided his index among the few string instruments before pulling out an acoustic one, bringing it to you.

“Hold the fretboard with your left hand,” satoru pulled the strap over your shoulders, “and bring your right hand over the body, fingers near the sound hole— yep that's right,” he turned your back to him, gently holding the back of your palms.

“Now, pluck the chords for me,” his chest was against your back as he guided you through the strings.

“Like this?” you ask him.

“Yes, you're doing very well.”

The guitar in your hands, played smoothly as satoru guided you through it.

Just like when he taught you how to play mario kart.

Satoru looks down at you smiling in excitement. Oh how cute you looked like that. He could admire you twenty-four seven, never wanting to tear his gaze away, for you're that ineffably eesome in his eyes.

Time almost ceased when you looked up at him, eyes crinkling with a smile that soon died as red creeps up your cheeks.

Satoru’s face was mere inches away from you, his eyes wavering down to your lips.

“SATO—RU— oh,” geto bursted in along with nanami causing you both to flinch.

He quickly leaves your hand.

“Y/n??” Geto dragged out your name, looking at you with his eyebrows knitting and lips forming a silly smile.

“Hi,” you pull the strap over your shoulders abandoning the instrument on the nearby couch. “I'm here to volunteer.”

“You do?”

“Yeah…”

“That's great! I can't believe satoru even managed to talk—” satoru smacked him mid sentence.

Nanami, for some reason, found the ceilings very interesting today, totally ignoring his two seniors.

Geto explained to you about their little tradition of hand drawn posters and showed you the posters they used for the last concerts. You, then, asked them to send them a group picture of the three and their preferences for colours and themes.

“For that I might need your number—”

“I- i can send it to her…” Geto passed a suggestive smile at satoru, which he ignored and awkwardly forwarded his phone to you.

“Yeah that sounds fine. Here's my number, save it and text me later.”

“Kky!”

You pull the sling of your tote bag up to your arm, giving them a little nod, before turning your back to leave.

“Wait!—” satoru held your arms frantically pulling you back. He hurried to the back near the couch you plopped the guitar and shoved it to you. “T-take it.”

“Ah— no I can't do that.”

“Take it. You can learn how to play and I- I can teach you.” he tried not to stutter yet failed miserably.

“No i rea—”

“consider it as a gift— from me.”

You frowned a bit but agreed anyway.

“That's really sweet of you satoru! I will wait for your text! Bye!!”

He waved back to you.

“What was that?” Geto implies in the direction of the exit door through which you just left.

“nothing.”

Later, You sent the photo of the finished banner to satoru. It took you 42 hours to finish it.

Satoru on the other hand was practicing really hard, totally different from his half hearted performances from the previous ones which wasn't unnoticed by the other members.

He has to be the best. After all, this concert will be different from the previous ones. This time you will be there to see him, cheer for him, and notice him.

You soon bring the banner rolled up to the club. “Woah! You really did a great job.”

“This is much better than ren’s.” says nanami before going back to his drum set, giving you a thumbs up.

“Satoru?”

“Y-yes.”

“You liked it?”

“I loved it. It has vibrant colours.” You giggled at his answer, shifting your direction to his gaze. His fingers seemed to flake off any dust on the surface of your work, handling it so gently.

It wasn't his fault he felt so overwhelmed. All these years he'd yearned for one kind word from your lips yet he was left starving.

And now you'd drawn him with such precision, that it was as if you were accustomed to drawing him for the hundredth time.

His heart fluttered at the thought.

“I will be there at your concert,” you say, turning your back to him. “All the best!”

The campus stadium was full with a bunch of students and hippies, it was really hard for satoru to try locating you amongst the sea of crowds.

The music rang loud, brisking fiery cheers from the crowd, full of vim and vigor. The spotlight shone on the three— geto with his vocals and string of bass; satoru with his acoustic guitar; and nanami with his drum set.

The crowd roared in excitement as music coursed through their veins.

Will you be cheering too?

Satoru raised his head from the guitar, plucking chords effortlessly, to his audience.

And as if it was fate that drew both of you together, his eyes found yours. You were there in the vip section, along with shoko and another girl. You were moving with beats, swaying your arms in rhythm to their music.

His eyes locked in yours as you waved a hand at him. Oh how, how pretty you looked. Everything except you was a blur to him.

The crowd goes even more wild, seeing satoru blush, not sensing it was you who caused it.

The concert continued till past midnight as the vibrations thrumming around the air slowed and wrapped up with their ending song: “Where Our Blue Is.”

As the applause slowly start to dissipate, satoru pulled off his instrument, running to the edge of the stage, and hopped down the raised platform.

The college girls shrieked baffled, some even reached out, grabbing on his wrists and clothes. He politely got out of their grip making his way to the vip section, geto and nanami following him.

The still air felt electric as he approached you.

“you liked the show?”

“Ofc it was amazing!!” The girl beside you answers in your stead, whom he now recognised as yura.

“It was really good.” you say swallowing a laugh bubbling up your throat at his huffed out appearance.

“Thanks to your banner, it even attracted more audience.” geto remarked, placing his arm around satoru’s shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“You should thank me for bringing her in.” Shoko reclaims, looping her hand around your arm, “let's go steal some shots.”

“Oh no i can't— i don't drink. And I need to hurry back home it's late.”

“Kyaahh— you've let me down y/nniee. Only two packets of cigarettes can get my mood uplifte—”

“I will bring it tomorrow.” You say shutting up her whines.

“kk bye and text me when you get home the rest are joining me right ?”

“Count me out. I'll be driving her home tonight.” Satoru says sheepishly, ignoring the smirks and exchanged looks of his bandmates, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“No but I was about to go home with her —” yura interrupts.

“Satoru’s fine. You're coming with us.” Shoko dragged her along with geto and nanami, which satoru was glad of.

Finally he'd be alone with you.

He guided you to the parking lot from the back of the stage, before getting his car keys out.

It's metallic jingle echoing softly as he presses the button on his key fob. The car responds with a soft beep unlocking as satoru opens the passenger door, holding it open for you.

“Here,” he gestures with his other hand, “get in.”

“Sure.” You say gulping thickly.

The thick smell of your cologne mingling with the leather scent of the car.

He closes the door before sprinting to the other side, getting himself in. “Don't— ” he stops you when you reach out for your seat belt. “Allow me the honor” his finger brushes against your skin as he reaches out for the seat belt.

Your heart practically jolts at his action.

The click of the seat belt buckle echoes softly in the quiet car, as he straightens back to his former position.

“Where do you live?” He clears his throat, starting the car engine and flicking on the headlights before pulling out the car into the driveway.

“In the downtown.”

“That's quite far from the campus, how bout I drive you everyday back home?” His eyes suggestive, making you chuckle.

“I can't let you do that.”

“Why?”

“Since it's far from the campus and you won't be visiting often.”

“Who knows, I might be visiting your place often.”

You turn your face from the window to look at him.

“What?”

“I will have to— to teach you guitar.”

You crack up at his silliness, finding yourself melting again.

“Okay fine. But that still doesn't counts.”

“Why not!”

Since that day, satoru did visited you often, sometimes barging in with shoko and sometimes alone teaching you how to play guitar, plucking on chords and notes.

And you attended all of his concerts. Their previous artist has recovered now and has resumed his work, so you no longer work with them. However they insist you tag along each time and it's not like you complain.

You liked satoru’s company. He was handsome, charismatic and popular. You'd watched him your entire high school. He was the one of most popular students, good in a millions of things, starting from academics to being athletic. He'd win every sports competition and even participate in all the extracurriculars. You'd admired him for he could do the things which you didn't had the courage for.

You liked how he didn't judge people, helped them in their need, and even took care of those garish flowers nobody seemed to double take.

You'd previously met him before high school, though he never brought that up. You wondered if he even remembers the day at the mall. You wanted to ask him so bad, however—

Your world was only limited to papers and paints.

So you painted.

You painted him so many times that you'd have more than five sketchbooks with paintings full of him.

You wanted to be friends, maybe even more than friends.

But that didn't matter now. He was near you and you would do anything to keep your thumping heart in control and not have satoru cut you out of his life.

But how can you?

How can you control it when satoru so gently, so lovingly, takes your hand in his. When he smiles so sweetly at you. When he teaches you how to pull chords and other instruments. When he drops you home from college almost everyday. When he hugs you and tells you to take care.

How are you supposed to be just friends when he's so overly affectionate to you?

Or maybe it's just your overthinking.

Satoru was always polite and sweet, he'd always been sweet to others and you were no special.

“What are you thinking baby?”

You come out of your daze, rolling your eyes at the nickname.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that…”

“Not my fault you aren't paying attention to me…” he pulls you closer to him, resting his face on your shoulder.

“Have you always been this hungry for attention?” you ask, getting yourself comfortable abandoning the guitar beside you on the couch— of the club.

“I've been starving.”

You cringe at his words. Satoru has another concert today and they just finished practicing an hour ago and now they are taking a break.

Geto and nanami and other back artists wanted to get some fresh air so they left you and satoru alone to entertain each other.

“Are you really skipping on me?” He looked at you with puppy eyes.

“I've a gallery exhibition tomorrow.” You need to scoot back home to get ready for it. It's a big event for you to showcase your arts.

Satoru hummed, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, “I'll be there. You're going to do great.”

An uncertain lump forms in your throat, hard to swallow, you say nothing. Your heart was in a conflict again, no matter what you can absolutely not—

“I will be going then. All the best for your concert.”

You push satoru away, reaching for your tote bag from the side of a random arm chair. “Wait I will drop—”

“Who's leaving?” shoko barges in with yura and others.

Satoru points at you.

“I just got here. You can't leave already.”

“Yup! Yup! Please stay a little longer, baby. I'll drop you back home, no worries.”

Shoko exchanges suggestive glances with geto and they somehow persuade you to stay a little longer.

They start practicing for another round when shoko pulls your head closer, “what do you think about gojo?”

“Huh?!” You shout over the music, unable to hear her.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, with Yura following closely behind you both.

“What— “

“What do you think of gojo?”

A burning sensation hits you slowly as shoko’s question registers in your mind.

You ears turn red.

“Eh…um h-he’s a nice guy. A nice musician…and—”

“And?” Shoko wiggled her brows at you, a sly smile on her face.

“A-a nice friend.”

“Just a friend?” You nod at her, seemingly more embarrassed at her implications.

Shoko's face literally radiated disappointment. It was as if someone told her that cigarettes are now banned in the country. “I think he's interested in you,” you choked on air at her remark. “No?”

Yura shrugged.

The music slowed down and then paused, bringing your conversation to a momentary halt.

Satoru rushed outside, complaining about why you left in the middle of his practice.

“Bruh, chill, I'm not trying to steal her away from you. We're just talking!” Shoko jokes as you laugh all flustered.

Just when you were about to leave one of his fangirls suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw herself into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around his neck. He stumbled back a step, surprised, before regaining his balance but he didn't put her down rather he spinned her around before setting her back down, with a polite smile on his face.

The other members just saw the scene unfold with amusement. Nanami was surprised at the fan’s boldness and geto simply observed the scene as shoko rolled her eyes, finding it hysterical.

“What do you think of shoko’s remark?” said yura, looping her hand around your arm.

“What?” You say suppressing the slow tinge of jealousy.

“About gojo being interested in you…”

“I-i don't think so.”

You try to laugh it off.

“Yeah, he's just polite. To pretty much everyone.”

Her words felt like a splinter to your heart. You shouldn't feel like this. It'd happened before— not now again.

Yura’s right, satoru is just polite and will do the same for everyone what he does for you— because he's kind. And you're no special.

The entire ride was silent. Satoru kept asking you if anything was wrong but you just guised a smile at him, insisting it was nothing.

The next day at the gallery event, you behaved oddly. You smiled at him but didn't reach your eyes, your answers to his question were of one word, even avoiding his touch.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked warily.

“No.”

Days passed by and you distanced yourself more from him.

Satoru, on the other hand, was almost losing his mind. His world turned upside down. You stopped coming to his concerts, ignored his texts and even refused to let him drop you back home.

It was yesterday you’d allowed him to teach you the guitar yet today you behaved as if you'd long forgotten him. You were cold and distant, leaving him puzzled by his own thoughts upon your sudden change in demeanor.

He couldn't help but wonder whether he'd done something that made you this upset?

You'd said it was nothing.

Then why?

What the fuck did he messed up?

Satoru missed you terribly and violently.

He eyed you from the inside of his car parked a bit far from your department. Today was another day you refused his offer to drive you to class. ‘I'm kinda sick so I won't be going.’ This was what you'd texted him the morning and yet there you were getting off your uber.

You lied to him.

“Come with me to their concert today.” Shoko urged you, her lips pursed in a thin line.

“I'm sorry—”

“No you're not so sorry. Tomorrow’s Saturday, come with me, gojo’s getting mad without you.”

You suck in a breath at the mention of his name.

“What's wrong?” shoko says sipping the last of her drink before plopping it on your tea table.

“Nothing.”

“Then come.”

You agreed eventually. Attending the concert won't be a big deal.

And it wasn't, except for satoru’s piercing gaze burning holes in your back. You accompanied Shoko backstage and casually greeted everyone— including him.

“God, haven't seen you in so long.” geto side hugged you as nanami gave you a nod of acknowledgement before running off to the stage for some last minute preparations. “Satoru missed you like crazy.”

You attempt a weak smile in satoru's direction, darting a hesitant glance his way. His gaze was fixed on you, but his expression was unreadable, almost giving shivers down your spine.

One of the other members suddenly hurried over to Geto, urgently speaking about some issue, he politely excused himself and exited the room, closely followed by Shoko. Now, you were left alone with Satoru, the only two remaining in the room.

“I should go and check what's the proble—” you try sprinting your way out the door, “wait—” when satoru stops you.

His hand on your arm, preventing you to go any further and when you struggle to get out of his grip, he tightens his grip even more slamming you to the wall, pinning you caging your body.

“What's wrong with you?”

“Gojo you're hurting m—”

“Gojo?” His voice cracked, grip losing before letting your arms go, “why? Why must you do this to me?”

“Do what?” You drift your gaze away unable to look at satoru, who's this close tearing up.

“This— why must you do this? Why must you ignore me? Why must you be distant from me? Why must you lie to me so that I won't bother picking you up or dropping you home? Why must you reject my affection?” He sucks in a breath “You know I can't live like that—”

“why?”

“Don't pretend like you don't know…”

“no no don't say it,” you throw your hands up in the air frantically, “don't— I can’t fall again…no— I know you're just being polite and you will do this for anyone, but I can’t help it if I don't—”

“I love you—” he whispers, bringing your hand up, placing the palm flat to his chest.

“No you don't.”

“Yes I do— what do you mean you can't fall again,” he suppresses your struggles of wrenching free your hand from his grip. “You have no idea how crazy I'm for you. I love you and I've loved you since I was 17. I was about to confess to you on our graduation day but you just disappeared leaving me alone. And now that I have you I'm not letting you go— make no mistake baby, if there's anyone I’d ever kneel for— it'd be you.”

Thick silence covered the entire room, except your heavy exhales. Satoru gojo was inches close to you, your hand still laid flat against his heaving chest.

“B-but I wrote you a note confes—”

“What note? I never….” confusion twisted on his face bitterly.

“You threw it in the dustbin— the one I wrote to you the day before graduation.”

His face told the truth, as he shook his head denying it. He never received any note from you— nevertheless having the audacity to throw it in the trash when he'd been hopelessly in love with you all these years.

“Yura told me—” you shut your mouth as the realization hits you. The person whom you considered as a friend backstabbed you long ago.

She lied about him discarding it while it was actually her who had stolen it off his desk before satoru even noticed.

Your head raised in embarrassment, ready to apologize for the misunderstanding when suddenly, Satoru's lips met yours in a tender kiss. The kiss was filled with such affection and tenderness that you felt as if you might melt in his embrace. His arms held you close, firmly yet gently, as he deepened the kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you responded to his kiss. All thoughts of the misunderstanding were forgotten in that moment of pure intimacy before satoru pulled away with frowned brows and a dazed smile.

“Tell me, would I kiss anyone the same way I kiss you?” he pulled you again, smacking his lips on yours as he snaked a hand around your waist, the other, still firm, holding your palm.

You could feel his heartbeat going rapid the more he deepens the kiss, sucking on your upper lip.

He pulls away again.

“Tell me, would my heart beat the same way as it beats around yours?” He smacks his lips again, this time pinching your waist making you gasp as he slips his tongue in.

His hand fumbles with the hem of your dress, pulling away again, a string of drool connecting both of your lips. “Would I be breathless the same way as I'm now?”

His hand travels up your inner thigh, till it reaches the wet blotch of drenched silk. You grasp his shoulders, when he starts drawing circles over the fabric, smirking before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

“Satoru, what if someone walks in—” your body jolts, nails digging into his back as he pulls the fabric to the side, plunging a digit in without any warning. “Let them…” he goes back to sucking your skin while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your teeth sank on your bottom lips, his finger slowly plunging in and out of you. “Nngh ‘toru, you’re—” small trembles quivered through your body as he plunged with a faster rhythm.

“Shh baby! Let me take you” he inserts another digit as your teeth dug even deeper into your lip, stretching you and filling you so well.

He was stroking you, curling his fingers inside until hitting your most sensitive spot. Sweat beaded your forehead as your trembles gave way to full body shudders, shutting your mouth with your hand not wanting to be loud.

Satoru drew himself back from your neck, satisfied marking and suckling, withdrawing his digits, slick from you as you wince at the loss of his fullness.

He brings them up and sucks your essence off his fingers with a pop. “I want to eat you out.”

Before even you can make out his words he kneels down bunching up the fabric to your hips pulling your panty down properly and latching onto your swollen clit.

“Fuck ‘toru.” he lapped his tongue on your clit, drawing circles, tasting your sweet before drawing himself back, “I am fucking you baby.” He says, licking a fat stripe on your vulva, his rigid tongue swiping back and forth over your clit sending sensations that make your body jolt. “Here and raw” he hummed against your pussy, his breath warm and hot sending vibrations to your core, before vacuuming on your clit.

Your hand grasping his hair, as he worked on your orgasm.

He plunged his digits again, rhythmatic with the little pants escaping your mouth, along with the slick sounds of your hips buckling down his fingers.

He smirked internally at your enthusiasm.

“So fucking nasty for me huh?” He said against your pussy, licking and sucking till you were nothing but withering in mindless pleasure. You were taking it well, suppressing your moans into breathless pants until he sucked, fingers pressing the most sensitive spot inside you.

A shriek fell past your lips, knees buckling, followed by a string of moans and whimpers. “Oh— fuck..” you try closing your thighs which he prevents with his iron grip of one hand, forcing it open till he has better access. “Don't even dare closing on me…”

The wet sounds of his fingers, plunging in and out of your gummy walls, echoed throughout the empty room.

Something coiled hot and fuzzy in the lower pit of your stomach. You clenched hard around his finger, when the bass-heavy beats of the band's concert began, causing you to involuntarily shove satoru’s face deeper into your cunt as you heard voices from the stage outside.

Geto's unmistakable voice rang out, accompanied by the heavy drumming of nanami. They had started performing without satoru.

“Nn’toru they start—” your voice died down into a breathless gasp as you felt your pelvic muscles clench, tension looping around your entire body as fiery sensations erupted. You arch your back against the wall, unable to stop your toes curling at the intensity of his tongue lapping, finger fuckin' you, as your vision gets blurry.

“Yeah…cum for me baby” his velvety murmurs were all it took for you to turn into a mess of sensations, your body erupting as your high came down bursting, dripping and spilling down your thighs, his chin and his neck.

Satoru lapped up the drops carelessly strewn about your skin, his tongue tracing a path along the droplets splattered on your inner thighs as he savored everything with anticipation.

“Tell me, would I kneel infront of anyone and let them cum this hard on my fingers?” He straightened himself up, “and then drink it up like a pussy drunk male whore?” his gaze never left yours, wiping the leftover slick from his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean.

The music from outside has now gained its intensity, thrumming even louder.

No— you mouthed.

Satoru’s gaze was still fixed at you, when he unzipped his pants, his aching cock sprang out red, already leaking precum.

You gape at his girth.

It was big.

And fucking thick.

Leaning in, Satoru brings his lips close to your ear, his voice clear over the blaring music from outside, “Like what you see—”

You didn't get to answer him before he slammed right in.

A cry of pleasure tore from your throat, as you loop your hands around his neck, nails digging on his back.

He hissed out a breath, restraining himself from moving till you adjusted to his size.

Only then did he slowly pull it out leaving only the tip inside. You grimace at the loss of fullness until he slams back in causing you to clench around him.

He let out a low guttural moan which was almost inaudible to you over the roar of music if you weren't so close to each other, feeling the raw desire of his voice vibrating on your skin.

“Tell me— hahh- would I let anyone clench this hard on me if this weren't you?”

You were at a loss for words.

The kind, polite, sweet satoru you knew was gone. In his place was someone who fucked hard.

When you don't answer he pulls out and slams right back in harsh, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

Satisfied, satoru guides his one hand to tapping on your thigh suggesting you wrap your legs up around him.

He repositions his dick on your entrance, before supporting your weight with one hand, pinning your body completely to the wall, while the other hand grabs your neck, choking you before giving you a sloppy breathless kiss.

“You like it don't ya’ hmm fuck— so tight—”

Your cries came out choked as he pounded into you, in an insane manner, desperate and primal.

“Tell me—”

Thrust

“do you—”

Thrust

“still think I'm just being polite?”

Thrust.

The roar of geto's voice singing out aloud different notes masked out the filth of your moans.

The sensation was in again, hot and uproar, coiling beneath the core of your consciousness. Satoru sensed you being close to your climax, continued to plow into your pussy, now supporting your weight with both hands against the wall.

Your toes curled again, nails digging down his back almost scratching the fabric, “yes that's it love,” your eyes rolled back as you arch your neck unable to handle the pleasure, “cum for me…”

Your mouth forming a little ‘o’, mind blank as your eyes saw stars. The only consciousness left in your body directed you to the burning of your heat, till it came crashing down.

You came hard letting your head fall on his shoulders too spent for anything.

Satoru too chased his high, thrusting into your swollen pussy, his cock twitching inside you, till you felt him getting sloppy and tense before cumming into you.

The music was still very loud, beats thrumming your flushed veins.

None of you said anything, remaining in the same position. Satoru pulled himself out, his cum dripping out your vagina, before walking over and placing you on a nearby chair.

He cleaned you up gently tugging your clothes back and fixes himself before cleaning the mess near the wall.

“They— they started performing without you…” you huff out, drained still in the very euphoria of your pleasure satoru showed you.

“I told them to do so…” he shouted over the noise.

You remain stunned for a while, letting out a breath. “I'm sorry…I avoided you.”

“Here I thought you were giving me a thousand kisses as an apology.”

You chuckle at him, back to his normal self— your sweet, kind and maybe not so polite satoru…

He came over to you, lifting you effortlessly before plopping himself down on the chair with you on his lap.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“No but I missed you like crazy…” he pouted. “y/n be my girlfriend…please.”

Tears start forming in your eyes, overwhelmed, you never thought the satoru gojo you met at the mall, the satoru gojo you loved your entire high school would someday ask you to be his girlfriend.

To paint his heart with your love.

“I will.”

“no wait— marry me instead!”

You dug your face deeper into his chest, laughing at his playfulness. And satoru just smiled.

Finally he would be yours.

you and Satoru started dating since then and things couldn't have been any better for him. He practically announced to the world that you were his girlfriend, always picking you up and dropping you off from campus, and claiming a kiss as his reward. You’d also cut Yura off, not wanting any more negativity in your life. Satoru was yours, and you were his. And He couldn't be any happier.

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