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gabseyoo · 7 months

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HELP — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, public indecency, car sex, blowjob, handjob, ball sucking. word count: 1,3k.

“So… are you feeling better?” You asked your boyfriend—who was resting his chin on his palm looking out the car window—after several minutes in silence.

Kiyoomi shook his head and replied without even looking at you, “Give me another minute.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and that apparently didn’t please your grumpy boyfriend. “Stop giggling. This isn’t funny.”

“It absolutely is.” You said with a smile and decided to tease him a little more by poking his arm as you added, “You like me that much, baby?”

“Stop.” Kiyoomi finally turned to see you though still with his elbow leaning against the window. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

The accusation almost makes you burst out laughing, “I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. But apparently you like my kisses too much for that to even be an option.” You noticed how a chuckle almost escaped his lips before he playfully rolled his eyes and looked back at the window.

No matter what Kiyoomi said, this was funny.

You were supposed to have a dinner date to celebrate your anniversary, and in fact, you were already parked in the restaurant’s parking lot.

The thing is that you decided to give your boyfriend a small kiss just before you got out of the car, well, if a ‘small kiss’ means sticking your tongue in his mouth for more than three minutes— but you just couldn’t help it! You were happy and excited for tonight.

Anyway… the result was that he got hard, and now you’ve been in the car for for who knows how long waiting for him to ‘feel better’.

Honestly, you found the situation as funny as you found it sexy— your handsome, big, tall boyfriend getting rock hard just because you gave him a kiss. That also had an effect on you, which obviously wasn’t as noticeable as the big bulge in his pants, but you still couldn’t stop those not-so-decent thoughts that had you rubbing your thighs together. And well, it’s not like you have a lot of self-control.

“I can help you, you know?”

That apparently caught his attention, because he turned to look at you curiously. “Huh?”

“I can help you feel better.” You said innocently, leaning your elbow on the middle console to rest your chin on your hand.

Kiyoomi was quick to understand what you meant.

“We’re in a parking lot, baby.” Despite his words and the dim lighting, you could see that hint of excitement in his eyes as he looked around, perhaps analyzing how empty the parking lot was.

“And? It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

“I know, but—” At that moment he looked back at you and his words got stuck in his throat when he realized that you were already looking at him with those doe eyes you knew he loved and couldn’t resit even if he tried. “Doll, don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” You tilted your head slightly to one side as if you really had no idea what he was talking about.

Kiyoomi didn’t respond, but his actions spoke for him, maybe it was on purpose, or he did it by reflex, but when his hand that rested on his thigh went to cup his bulge—perhaps in an attempt to soothe himself—it turned you on. Fuck, you wanted his dick in your mouth now.

“So, Kiyoomi?” Your other hand went over his, forcing him to put a little pressure on his erection that made him moan. “I’ll be quick. After all, judging by the way you look right now—” You leaned close to his ear to whisper, “I don’t think you’ll last long.”

A second later, his lips were on yours, kissing you as desperately as if it was the last time he would ever taste your lips.

He moved your hand to hastily unbutton his pants and pull them and his boxers down, just enough to release his throbbing erection. Immediately, you wrapped your palm around his dick and began to stroke it up and down slowly before breaking the kiss to see his face and the pleasure reflected on it.

Kiyoomi tried to maintain eye contact, but when your thumb circled his tip while your other hand moved to fondle his balls, he couldn’t help but close his eyes in pure pleasure. He already seemed to be in heaven, and you hadn’t even used your mouth yet. But that will change soon.

You lowered your head down until your face was close to his cock and spat on it to lubricate the rest of his length with your palm before taking the tip into your mouth.

Kiyoomi cursed under his breath as you made circles with your tongue, tasting his precum, and without waiting any longer, you slipped the rest into your mouth to start bobbing your head up and down, not taking long to find your rhythm.

Your hand kept massaging his balls while with the other you kept stimulating what couldn’t fit in your mouth, and you knew that now you had your boyfriend in actual heaven by the moans coming out of his mouth.

Although many wouldn’t expect it, Kiyoomi was a vocal, and you loved it. That’s why you shoved his entire length down your throat until you gagged, knowing how much he loved that. He sighed your name as he pushed his hips up and his hand settled on your head, holding you there for a few seconds until you couldn’t take it anymore and had to pull away to catch your breath.

Kiyoomi used this moment to recline the seat and spread his legs further apart, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” His words were accompanied by his hand caressing your back before moving it down to your ass, where he squeezed the flesh over the fabric tightly before slipping his hand under your dress and doing the same but now with direct contact with your skin. “So fucking perfect, I— fuck!” He couldn’t finish his praise because at that moment you put one of his heavy balls in your mouth, sucking it a little and then doing the same with the other one while you kept pumping him with your hand.

Kiyoomi threw his head back when you took his length back into your mouth, resuming your previous rhythm. He was practically panting now, completely immersed in the pleasure you were giving him.

“Baby, I’m going to cum.” He mumbled after a minute, and without resisting any longer, he brought both of his hands to your head to now guide your movements, making you go faster and deeper each time you lowered your head.

More tears came out of your eyes every time you choked on his cock on every downstroke as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. It was hard, but you managed to hold on until he came in your throat with your name leaving his lips.

You swallowed what you could as Kiyoomi continued to move your head now more slowly until he emptied himself. Seconds later, he released his grip and you licked the cum that had oozed from the edges of your mouth as you sat up straight.

A smile appeared on your face when you saw that he was still panting, trying to recover from his climax. You watched him with lust in your eyes as he pulled up his underwear to cover himself, without even bothering to fasten his pants.

“Well, problem solved.” You said, breaking the silence and Kiyoomi snorted as he turned to look at you with a smirk.

“Still want to have dinner?” He asked with a suggestive tone, “Or should we go home?” He added before leaning toward you to kiss you again. Slower, but no less eager.

“Dinner was the plan, wasn’t it?” You answered playfully, still with your lips on his, and you deepened the kiss a little more before speaking again. “But you know? Now I’m the one who needs to feel better.”

He smiled against your lips, “And I’m more than willing to help.”

+ note: happy anniversary i guess <3

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gabseyoo · 1 year

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MWAH — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: fem!reader, established relationship. word count: 0,5k.

note: do you know this scene from the boys? it was the inspiration.

“Will you pick me up at the airport tomorrow?” Kiyoomi asked, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he put on his sneakers.

“Of course I will, I can’t risk you being kidnapped by a cab.” Kiyoomi’s smile at your words was hidden by his face-mask, but even so, the gleam in his eyes gave him away to his teammates, who were pretty quiet since his phone rang two minutes ago.

And they weren’t just doing it so he wouldn’t have trouble hearing you amidst the mess in the locker room—he wished they were that respectful—they were doing it to hear him talk to you. How to blame them? It was the first time they heard Kiyoomi speak without his ‘I wish they’d all die’ voice. They even looked at each other and whispered things like, ‘Are we hearing this right?’ ‘He’s whipped.’ ‘I never thought I’d hear him say petnames.’

“I just wanted to make sure. I can’t wait to see you.” He said already holding the phone in his hand to stand up.

“Me neither. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” Kiyoomi replied in a sweet tone and only looked askance at Atsumu when he snorted, causing him to immediately shut up and pitifully pretend to be looking for something in his sports bag. Honestly, the twin was only amused because he never imagined Sakusa talking like that.

He sighed when he heard the coach’s voice rushing them, and as much as he liked talking to you, he had to end the call. “Doll, I need to finish getting ready. I’ll call you after the game, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck, baby. I’ll be watching you on TV, try to look pretty for me.” Kiyoomi didn’t notice how his teammates looked at each other, puzzled to hear him laugh.

“I don’t need to try.”

“If you say so…” You said in a singsong tone that made him frown, but before he could ask what you meant—because of course that he always looks pretty—, you spoke again, “Well. Finish getting ready, I don’t want you to get scolded. I love you. Mwah.”

“Bye, doll. Love you too.” Even when it sounded like a good end of the call, he knew he was missing something, and he knew you knew it, which is why he didn’t hang up right away. Instead, he glanced sideways at his teammates to make sure they didn’t hear him, because he knew they’d laugh at what he was about to do, and he clearly didn’t want that— but your next words reminded him that he couldn’t escape this one.

“Kiyoomi, and my kiss?”

Shit. He would never deny you a kiss.

“Sorry, babe, I got distracted.” Kiyoomi closed his eyes, psyching himself up and wondering for a second why he didn’t answer the call outside, “I’m hanging up, okay? I love you. Mwah.”

Unfortunately, they heard him, and very well.

Atsumu’s laughter was immediate. But it wasn’t until Sakusa turned to look annoyingly at his teammates that everyone burst out laughing.

“Fuck you all.”

+ note: it's something short but i needed to get it out of my mind cuz since i saw that scene i only thought of writing something like that for kiyoomi (i'm obsessed with him). i hope you like it <3.

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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wee hours.

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader | wc: 4k.

summary: things took an unexpected turn when you ran into your friend's father in the kitchen of his house in the wee hours of the morning.

warnings: no curses!au, single dad!toji, pwp, profanity, mentions of alcohol use, big age gap, fingering, oral (f/m), deepthroating, hair pulling, slight degradation, choking, breath play, manhandle, kitchen sex, unprotected sex.

Having to be the designated driver for the night sounded better than it actually is. You never thought your friends would drink so much that you had to drive everyone home and help them safely to their rooms because they could barely stand up by themselves.

You had already taken Yuji and Nobara to their respective homes, the last one was Megumi who at this point seemed to be on the verge of fainting.

If Itadori had been a little more sober, his help would have been great, but now it was just you with your arm around your friend’s waist to help him up the stairs without making too much noise, you weren’t sure if his father was home—although it was obvious that he was because it was almost two o’clock in the morning—, but the last thing you wanted was him to see his son in this state.

“Megumi, please help me a little.” You whispered as your friend fell to his knees only a few steps away from reaching the second floor.

“Wa-wanna sleep.” He mumbled trying to lean back against the stairs, god have mercy.

“You can sleep when we get to your fuckin’ room, c’mon.”

Somehow, you managed to get your friend to stand up by pulling him by his shirt so you could lead him to his room. Although when you were finally in front of the door, Megumi had the grandiose idea of stumbling and hitting his head on the wood with a loud thud.

From now on, you decided you hate babysitting drunks.

Praying under your breath that his father hadn’t heard that, you opened the door to make way for the poor Megumi. He wasn’t a good drinker, but tonight he was apparently having too much fun not to go crazy, and now this is the result.

You watched him stagger as he took off his shirt and then lay down on the bed muttering to himself who knows what. Well, at least he was home and in his bed, although for sure when he woke up he was going to have a hell of a hangover, but other than that, he was safe.

You sighed before closing the door behind you and heading downstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your job here was done.

“Good morning.”

What the fuck? You almost screamed at the same time you jumped from the shock you got when you heard a male voice out of nowhere.

With one hand on your chest feeling the rapid beating of your heart, you turned quickly looking for the source of the voice, and what a surprise you got when in the kitchen was Toji Fushiguro, Megumi’s father, leaning with his forearms on the kitchen island, shirtless.

“Oh my god.” You muttered under your breath feeling a little relieved that it wasn’t a ghost or a serial killer, but still, you didn’t know if it was a good thing that you had run into Toji.

He wasn’t a stranger to you, and your friendship with his son wasn’t either, you used to come to Megumi’s house from time to time to do projects or hang out, so you had already had the pleasure of meeting him or even having small conversations. What made the moment awkward now, is that you were in the wee hours of the morning at his house, his son was upstairs passed out drunk, you were wearing the opposite of a decent dress and he wasn’t wearing a shirt which forced you to look down at the floor because you’d be lying if you didn’t find your friend’s dad incredibly hot.

From the first moment you met him, that day Megumi invited you to his house to finish a project together, you have been repressing those sinful thoughts that popped up in your head about his dad. You didn’t know if it was just that your look was too obvious that day, or this was a speech Megumi already had prepared for his hormonal friends visiting his home, but you vividly remembered how he told you words like: ‘I know my dad might get your attention, I’m not someone who likes to meddle in other people’s business, but… you know… it would make me uncomfortable if my friends tried to flirt with him or something’. And you also vividly remembered how you had told him that he didn’t have to worry, that older men were not your type. And in fact, they weren’t— but Toji seemed to be the exception.

Back to the current situation, you hoped Toji had just woken up and hadn’t witnessed the moment you took his son upstairs. You didn’t want Megumi to get in trouble or even his father to think you were some kind of bad influence on him for bringing him home in such a condition.

You heard him chuckle under his breath before he turned on the spotlights above the kitchen bar, illuminating the place a little more and letting you better appreciate his figure.

“Did I scare you?” Toji asked playfully and you looked up just to witness the moment when he drank a glass of water with his eyes fixed on you.

“Umm, a little.” You responded awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at him inappropriately, but those abs were not helping.

He let out a snicker before speaking again, “Sorry, sweetheart.” Although it wasn’t the first time he called you that, his affectionate nickname made your heart race. You noticed how his eyes swept over you from head to toe, perhaps judging your outfit and wondering how young girls these days could go out wearing something like that. Or maybe thinking it’s cute and it looks good on you. Who knows, you’re overthinking at this point.

He took another sip from his glass before placing it on the bar. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I barely had one beer. I’m the designated driver.” You answered his question and jiggled your car keys as a way of confirming your words.

“That’s good, I wasn’t gonna let you drive if you were.” He winked at you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Don’t you want a glass of water or something before you leave?”

Your mother told you that in other people’s homes it was rude to refuse a glass of water, so you decided to listen to her out of politeness and not because you wanted to prolong this moment with a man twenty years older than you, “Water is fine, thank you.”

You slowly approached the kitchen island where you sat on one of the stools while he poured the glass, you took advantage of the moment he turned around to admire his back, you also noticed that he wore nothing but black sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Perhaps the only beer you drank was spiked, because the thoughts running through your head were not acceptable. But how could you overlook how attractive the man is? You just couldn’t.

“I also want to thank you and apologize.” Toji said as he placed the glass on the countertop.

“Why?” You asked taking the glass to take a short sip, somewhat awkward since Toji had his eyes fixed on you.

“Thank you for bringing Megumi home, and apologize on his behalf for the trouble he gave you— taking care of drunks is a pain in the ass, don’t you think?”

Shit. “No, actually he wasn’t that drunk, he just—” Toji’s laughter cut you off in the middle of your attempted justification.

“Don’t even try, sweetheart. I saw him crash right into his door.” Well, at least he didn’t look angry, “He also forgot to block me from his Instagram stories.” Stupid Megumi. You knew perfectly well that in more than one of those stories you were probably dancing and singing along with your friends.

You put a hand to your face, embarrassed, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything bad, right?” He shrugged, “And don’t worry about my son, I’m glad he’s finally having some college fun. I’m also pleased to know that he has a pretty friend who cares about him.”

Did he just call me pretty?

Toji leaned his forearms on the counter again, right in front of you, the movement made his muscles flex and some veins stand out. He was so close that with a simple movement of your hands you could touch him— but no, Y/N behave yourself.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t the best you could answer, but it was the only thing you could think of; you were so nervous that you started playing with the keys in your hands as a distraction from your impure thoughts.

Toji seemed to notice this, because he asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You widened your eyes immediately and shook your head, “No! It’s just…” Wait, what are you supposed to say? ‘It’s just that you make me horny?’ Of course not.

“It’s just what?” Toji didn’t seem angry, but rather intrigued with a hint of amusement, you could tell by the smirk that appeared on his scarred lips. Your heart rate intensified when he brought one of his hands up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do I make you nervous by any chance?”

Toji Fushiguro was flirting with you? You wanted to think you were seeing things where there are none, how could it be possible that your friend’s father saw you as a woman? Are you crazy? You tried not to get your hopes up, but when his thumb began to caress your cheek, you knew that maybe your suspicions weren’t so foolish and that you had an opportunity that you were not going to miss.

“A little.”

“Why?” He licked his lips as his big hand cupped your face and squeezed your cheeks a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“You know why.” Your answer sounded more provocative than you thought, and it seemed to be enough for him because he brought his face closer to yours to the point that your noses were touching.

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” You answered with a small no before his thumb stopped pressing on your cheek to slowly move to caress your lower lip, by reflex, you opened your mouth slightly. “Good girl.” His finger made its way between your lips and you instinctively sucked on it without taking your gaze from his, which let you appreciate how his eyes darkened with pure lust.

When his digit left your mouth it was only to press his lips to yours, unleashing what would be the hungriest kiss you had ever had in your life.

You crawled over the countertop to intensify the kiss some more, moaning when you felt his tongue against yours; you had thought about it, but now you were proving that Toji was an incredible kisser.

It seemed like a dream, right now you were sitting on your heels on top of the marble fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies, touching his body— your hands roamed from his shoulders to his pecs and abs, then down to the edge of his sweats and you felt him tense up when you decided to go a little lower to feel his erection in your hand.

Meanwhile, he had one of his hands squeezing one of your breasts and the other caressing your thighs, you could feel your walls clench around nothing from the growing arousal you were experiencing.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your lips, “So pretty and so fuckin’ hot, I bet you’ve been wantin’ this, huh?” You nodded as quickly as the words reached your ears and he pulled your hair back to look at your face. “I know, me too, doll— let’s just be quiet, okay?”

Two pats on your thigh were the indication for you to sit properly in front of him before resuming the messy kiss you both shared, all while he pulled down the straps of your dress with desperation, freeing your breasts to then do the same with your panties and dropping the fabric to the floor.

You didn’t expect it when he grabbed you from behind your knees and spread your legs apart to look at your glistening pussy. Your confidence got a boost when you noticed the lustful way he was admiring such an intimate part of your body, so you let him get a better view by leaning your body back, supporting yourself on your forearms.

“You’re gorgeous.” You didn’t know if he meant it to you completely or just to your sex, either way, you didn’t care, especially when he buried his head in the middle of your legs— wow. No doubt he was someone with a lot of experience, he had no problem finding your clit and concentrating his tongue there, making slow movements that made you arch your back. “You’re drenched down here, sweetheart.”

“That’s because of you.” You responded trying to control your gasps, but his tongue felt so good— and the sensations only increased when he slowly slipped two of his fingers into your tiny entrance.

“I know, doll. You’re such a slut for me, huh?” He stopped licking and stood upright, still moving his fingers inside you. “Always looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours, provoking me.”

Toji curved his fingers touching your sweet spot, eliciting a moan from you that you tried to stifle, still aware that you needed to be quiet, but he was making your task impossible.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while.” He admitted. You began to feel your orgasm close, with each brush of his fingers and then his thumb stimulating your clit, he was bringing you to the edge. “Gonna cum?”

“Fuck, yes.” He bent down again to suck your clit, this being the last push you needed to cum completely in his mouth. Your legs trembled and had he not been holding one with his free hand you would have crushed his head when you felt such an explosion of pleasure. It had been a long time since you had had an intense orgasm and you couldn’t believe it was your friend’s father who had brought it on.

“You taste amazing, sweetheart.” You heard him say as you tried to control your breathing, god, you were so turned on that all you needed was to have him inside you at once.

You sat up straight, watching as he withdrew his coated fingers from you and took them into his mouth, his eyes connected to yours making the scene feel more lecherous than it already was. “Toji, please fuck me.”

Your plea brought a smile to his face, you thought he was finally going to pull his cock out and shove it inside you, but he had other plans in mind, “Let me see my cock in your mouth first, okay?”

And in the blink of an eye, you were stepping off the counter to get down on your knees in front of him, facing the big bulge in his sweats. He didn’t wait any longer to pull down his garment just enough to free his painfully erect member. It was certainly proportional to his body and that was why you almost backed out, how was that supposed to fit in your mouth?

“Show me what your pretty mouth can do and I’ll fuck you.” You started by wrapping one hand around his shaft to stroke it up and down, you tried to suppress your smile when you heard him moan softly, that you were the one to bring out those reactions from Toji only motivated you to bring his swollen tip into your mouth to make slow circles with your tongue. “Mmm, stop teasing.”

Toji grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling it slightly to keep it out of the way when you finally got more of his length into your cavity. You began to move your head until you found your pace, combining the movements of your tongue along with those of your hand that was in charge of stimulating what didn’t fit in your mouth.

Tears began to appear at the corners of your eyes the deeper you took him, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat and you did your best to avoid the gag reflex.

He seemed to like it, because a high moan came out of his mouth as his grip on your hair intensified, “Fuck, you’re surprisingly good at sucking dick.”

You gasped as Toji began to move his hips, mercilessly fucking your mouth, you had no choice but to loosen your jaw and take what he was giving you. His other hand went to the back of your neck to make you take it as deep as possible, causing your nose to bump into his pubic hair and more saliva to come out of your mouth, you looked up to hear him groan at the sound of your choking, finding him with his head thrown back and some veins in his neck standing out.

“Shit. I’m close.” You were ready to receive his load after his little announcement, but Toji left your mouth abruptly. You took a deep breath trying to recover as he pulled your hair back to make you lift your head and licked his lips at the sight of your destroyed face. “C’mere.”

He helped you to your feet and without any gentleness pushed you against the kitchen island with your back to him, his hands went to the hem of your dress to pull it up high enough to expose your ass.

A sigh escaped your lips as you felt his muscular torso against your back and his heavy breathing in your ear tickling you, his hands went to your breasts to squeeze and pinch your nipples as he pleased, the painful but pleasurable action made you close your eyes as you moaned his name under your breath.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered against your ear before moving down to your neck to leave wet kisses, “I’ve always wondered how you’d feel.” One of his hands left your chest and then you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance, you automatically leaned forward a little and lifted your ass to give him better access. “I bet you’re tight.”

“Why don’t you find out?” After your teasing question, you felt Toji slide his cock over your labia, lubricating himself a little more before he began to slowly push it in, stretching your walls with every inch. “Oh god.” It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.

“Shit. That’s… Fuck, I was right.” He mumbled when his balls finally collided with your buttocks. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“T-too big.” That was all you managed to say, eliciting a chuckle from Toji.

“But you can take it, right?” His words came accompanied by the sudden movement of his dick coming out of you only to go back in much harder, pounding deeper this time. “Huh?”

“I can.”

That was enough for him to start ramming you with increasing speed, the sound of your skins clashing echoed through the kitchen and in the back of your mind you hoped it wasn’t enough to wake Megumi. How would he react if he found you in this compromising situation with his father? What would you do? What would Toji do? You hoped you’d never find the answer to these questions.

One of Toji’s hands went around your neck, applying just enough pressure to cut off some of the airflow but not enough to completely suffocate you; the other went to the middle of your legs to find your clit and began to stimulate it with his digits. These actions only made your desperate attempt to keep quiet more impossible.

At this rate your lip was going to start bleeding from how hard you were biting it. It was too much, the feeling of being so full plus the climax that was beginning to approach.

“T-Toji, I’m—” You tried to announce that you were close, but his grip on your neck tightened, cutting off your words and your breathing some more, also making you look up so he could appreciate the moment when you were cumming on his cock.

Perhaps in an attempt to quiet your moans, his lips returned to yours in a sloppy kiss as his cock continued to move in and out of your overstimulated pussy a little slower to let you savor your orgasm.

“So fucking gorgeous when you cum.” Toji said with a mischievous smile after breaking the kiss and patted your cheek twice as if he was proud of you.

For a moment you felt calm, just for a moment, because Toji wasn’t done yet— you gasped in surprise as he grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg in the blink of an eye to start thrusting deeper into your poor cunt, resuming his previous rhythm that had you rocking back and forth. His other hand covered your mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans coming from your mouth; you were mentally grateful for this because you didn’t think you could hold the sounds any longer.

“Shit. Keep squeezin’ like that.” His voice sounded above the wet sounds and the crash of his pelvis against your ass. “If my son, fuck, if he wasn’t upstairs I’d be fucking you stupid until you scream,” His thrusts gained speed as his grip on your thigh tightened to the point where you could feel his nails digging in. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Scream my fuckin’ name till everyone knows who’s makin’ you feel good.”

You nodded stupidly, too cock-drunk to think clearly, you even felt tears begin to leak from your eyes from the immense pleasure he was bringing to your body. Once again, it was too much.

You heard him mumble that he was about to cum against your ear at the same time his grip on your leg disappeared, dropping it over the counter and pushing your body forward until your naked breasts touched the cold marble. His hand didn’t leave your mouth, insisting on keeping you as quiet as possible while he pursued his climax. The new position was somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn’t bother to complain or change it as Toji kept pounding you hard.

A few more thrusts were the last thing you felt before Toji suddenly pulled out of you to jerk his cock and spill his ropes of cum all over your ass while muttering countless profanities.

You lay on the counter like a rag doll as you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t move immediately or even think clearly after such an intense experience. But you knew that the moment your sanity returned to your body, it would hit you like a bucket of cold water when you realized what you had just done. How were you going to look Megumi in the face after this?

“You alive?” He asked mockingly after who knows how long. You felt him wipe a tissue across your bottom, cleaning up his mess. “Don’t die here.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to stand up with his help, immediately fixing your dress to cover yourself. You couldn’t make eye contact with him right now, the guilt and shame you were beginning to feel wouldn’t let you.

You were about to bend down to pick up your panties from the floor but he beat you to it, smiling mischievously before saying, “As a souvenir.”

You let him have his way with it, even though you would surely miss those panties since they were your favorite, it was worth leaving them to him. “I think I should be goin’ now.”

“Yeah.” He cupped your face in his hand to lift your chin and bring his lips to yours once more, this kiss being a little slower than the previous ones. “Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”

Toji walked you to the door and patted your butt telling you to drive carefully, but not before kissing you one more time; and you were about to walk out triumphantly with a teenage smile on your face, until you heard a third voice.

“Dad?”

You hoped Megumi was still too drunk to notice the way his father panicked breaking the kiss immediately and almost pushed you out of the house, slamming the door in your face.

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— one shots #— jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji fic #toji x reader #toji x you #toji one shot #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk oneshot #jjk smut

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NEEDY — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: fem!reader, slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie. word count: 1,2k.

summary: sakusa is needy after weeks without seeing you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a passionate man, in volleyball, in cleaning, and—believe it or not—in bed. Yes, he usually hates messes, but when it comes to you in his bed, moaning his name while he thrusts his hips against you mercilessly is a mess he wouldn’t bother repeating over and over again.

The perfect example is today. He couldn’t resist when he came home from a long trip and saw you in those pajama shorts that suddenly seemed to look better on you than any lingerie in your closet. Nor when you hugged him and he felt your breasts against his torso as you gave him a peck on the lips. He was needy after weeks without your touch, so he didn’t even bother to unpack when he grabbed your waist and brought your lips together in a messy kiss.

In the blink of an eye Sakusa had already bounced you into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed before settling between your legs to rub his growing bulge against your crotch.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your lips as his hands worked on pulling down your pajama straps to cup your breasts.

“I can tell.”

Of course you can tell, much more so because of the way he’s shoving his long shaft inside you right now. He had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair keeping your head against the mattress and the other holding your wrists behind your back.

Sakusa is going wild. He didn’t mind the exaggerated way in which the headboard of the bed hit the wall; nor that thanks to that, one of the pictures hanging on the wall with a nice picture of you two in an amusement park fell to the floor breaking into pieces. He thought that putting up with the neighbors’ complaints and sweeping up some glass was worth it because of how well your wet walls were squeezing him.

You were on the verge of collapse, your boyfriend had already made you cum three times, once with his tongue and the other two with his fingers as his cock went in and out of your swollen pussy. But you wouldn’t tell him to stop, not when with every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot and the moans that escaped from his mouth reached your ears like candy.

“Fuck— look at you, doll.” He groaned tightening his grip on your hair to yank it back, making you arch your back. His teeth bit your ear before he spoke against it, “You’re taking me so well, I’m gonna cum inside you, ‘kay? I bet you missed havin’ my cum drippin’ out of you.”

For someone who talks too much about cleanliness, Kiyoomi has a pretty dirty mouth.

He didn’t recognize himself when it came to having sex with you, he’d stop thinking clearly and just let himself go, just like he could never control the words that came out of his lips. But to say you didn’t like it would be a lie, that’s why you quickly began to nod in agreement with his statement.

“That’s what I thought.” He left a kiss on your temple before letting your body fall forward.

Sakusa pulled out of you, earning a groan from you when you felt empty, to grab you by the waist and turn you around roughly.

Your eyes met his as your back was against the mattress again before he slid his aching cock back in with a single thrust. He quickly regained the rhythm of his hips that made your body sway back and brought his fingers to your puffy clit. You couldn’t hold back the scream that came from your throat at the stimulation, tears spilled from your eyes and you were so sensitive it was almost embarrassing how your orgasm was already approaching with his digits circling your bud for less than two minutes.

“Omi, I’m—”

“I know, fuck, I know. I got you, doll.”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer— your walls squeezed him as if they wanted to push him out the moment you came around his cock.

Kiyoomi didn’t stop, not even allowing you to take a breath because he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. It was obscene how your moans mingled with the sounds of skin colliding, but that only brought him to the edge.

The veins in his arms stood out as he grabbed the headboard with all his strength and looked down at you with a smirk on his face. But the cocky smile was replaced by a frown along with his teeth capturing his lower lip the moment he felt his orgasm near.

“Shit.”

His grip on the wooden headboard intensified as he increased the speed of his thrusts trying to go deeper—if that was even possible—to chase his climax. No doubt his rough treatment would leave you with a sore body for days, but that was the least of his worries.

“Almost there, fucking god.” He closed his eyes and threw his head back.

He was so close. So fucking close. So close that everything going on around him stopped mattering. The only thing on his mind was to cum deep inside you.

Sakusa was so lost in his pleasure that he just decided to ignore the abrupt movement of the bed that almost made him lose his pace. Not now, he’d worry about it later.

The sounds of the bed echoed throughout the place, the movements of his hips became clumsy and his grunts became louder announcing that he was about to cum. And god, did he cum.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He mumbled through his teeth as he spilled all his load inside your pussy. He gave a few more gentle thrusts to make sure he emptied himself before pulling out and admire the mess he had made between your legs with a proud smirk.

His hands were sore from exerting so much pressure as he let go the poor headboard to drop his body on top of yours and kiss you on the forehead.

“That was something.” Kiyoomi chuckled trying to catch his breath, “I think we broke the fucking bed.”

You gasped in faux surprise, “You think? Can’t you feel the angle we’re lying at?”

“I was feeling other things.” He answered cupping your tits in his hands. “Let’s take a shower, c’mon.”

Your boyfriend stood up, standing on the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips to realize that the front legs of the bed frame were broken. You stood next to him, watching with tight lips what you had done. But when both of you turned to look at each other, you couldn’t help but break into laughter.

“This is what I call a good fuck.” He said proudly, pulling his phone out of the pockets of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor.

“And now?”

“I just got my paycheck, don’t worry love, tomorrow we’ll buy a new one.” He kissed your head, “A sturdier one.”

You smiled before turning around to head to the bathroom, but stopped in your tracks when you heard the sound of a photo being taken. You looked over your shoulder to find your boyfriend taking pictures of the bed with a smile as if it were a work of art.

“And that’s for?”

“Group chat.” He simply stated, “Those idiots have been bugging me that I sure don’t fuck you right.”

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RESERVATION — GOJŌ SATORU

content: female reader, established relationship, mirror kink, handjob, spit as lube, petnames, slight dirty talk. word count: 1,5k.

summary: after seeing your boyfriend get out of the shower, you’re not sure if you’re going to make it to the reservation on time.

note: hi, i posted this a while ago but it flopped, so im trying again :p

“Babe.” You called your boyfriend while knocking on the bathroom door twice before opening it without even waiting for his answer, come on, you’ve been living together for so long that unless the door was locked, you could just walk in whenever you wanted. “Did I happen to leave my hoop earrings in here? I can’t find them.”

As soon as you had one foot inside the bathroom, you found Satoru wrapping a towel dangerously low around his hips as he stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before, but it would be a big lie to say that the sight didn’t still make you drool.

Today was date night and that was why you both were getting ready to go out to dinner at a fancy place. You were already wearing a nice dress, your hair was done and your makeup was on point with your favorite red lipstick. Satoru... well, besides the fact that he had just gotten home from work half an hour ago, he wasn’t the fastest person in the world to get ready.

“The golden ones?” He asked as he dried his hair with a smaller towel, “I saw them by the sink.”

You licked your lips before closing the door behind you and walking to the sink, evidently there were your earrings, so you didn’t take long to put them on while watching in the mirror how Satoru behind you finished drying his head and with one hand he brushed back the white locks. Fuck. You almost let out a sigh.

“Excited about tonight, baby?” He spoke a few seconds later, walking to your side and abruptly bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren’t surprised when you felt his hand squeeze your butt, on the contrary, the simple touch made you smile.

“Sure, the restaurant is new isn’t it?” You answered as you adjusted your dress. Thanks to the proximity, you could smell the masculine scent of his body wash that never failed to delight your nostrils.

“It was a real pain in the ass to get a reservation, it better be worth it. If it isn’t, I’ll kill Suguru for recommending it to us.” Satoru said, putting moisturizer on his face. If he didn’t look so attractive right now and your body wasn’t reacting to it, you’d already be rushing him to get dressed up fast to make it to the said reservation on time.

“Don’t worry, I looked up reviews on the internet, it seems to be fine.” You said, moving one of your hands to his lower back to caress his skin while you looked at him with greedy eyes. “You look good.” You added before giving him a kiss on the shoulder, leaving a red mark thanks to your lipstick.

“I’m just in a towel, baby.” He giggled, stretching out his arm to grab his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it.

“I know, that’s why.” Honestly, you couldn’t contain your desire to touch him anymore, so you brought your hand to caress his abs, dangerously close to the edge of the towel, smiling victoriously when you heard him let out a gasp while brushing his teeth.

“Yeah?” Satoru mumbled still with the toothbrush in his mouth before spitting and cleaning his mouth. “Someone’s a little clingy today.”

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew he already understood what your intentions were and was just playing dumb.

“You don’t like it?” You asked with a faux-innocent tone as you moved your feet until you were behind him, his muscular back in all its glory in front of you. Without waiting any longer, you inhaled the masculine scent of his body before slowly running your tongue over his skin and then lightly sucking on it.

Gojo was quick to react to that, his breathing became heavier and shivers ran through his body; you knew how sensitive he was on his back and you were using that fact to your advantage.

“I do but—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because a moan escaped his lips when your fingers went up from his abs to his pecs to caress his nipples. “The reservation.”

“You want me to stop?” Just to tease him, you were about to withdraw your hands, but Satoru held them in place by placing his hands over them.

“We have time.” He whispered and a mischievous smile appeared on your face.

Happily, you lowered your hand to the bulge that had formed under the towel that still covered him.

Attacking his back again with your lips, you moved your hand down to his crotch to gently caress his bulge, which began to get harder under your palm as you heard Satoru let out little grunts and felt him push his hips forward in an attempt to feel more contact.

You had to see that, you had to see his facial expressions, but it was obvious that his large figure in front of you wasn’t going to let you do that, so you gave up spreading wet kisses on his back (now covered with lipstick stains) to poke your head out and make eye contact with him in the mirror.

A moan almost left your own lips at that sight.

Satoru, with his hands against the sink making some veins stand out, wet white hair falling in his handsome face, his lips slightly parted and his electric blue eyes looking at you with nothing but desire.

“Fuck, you little minx.” He tried to turn around, but you quickly put your other hand against his hip to stop him. Gojo was obviously much stronger than you, you knew your grip wasn’t strong enough to stop him, but he still gave in to your actions, letting you do with him as you pleased.

“Let me make you feel good.”

The only thing that covered his lower half was now on the ground being kicked aside by Gojo while you admired his naked figure in front of you. It didn’t take you long to wrap your hand around his cock and make slow circles on his leaking tip, eliciting a sweet groan from him.

“Spit on it.” You asked since the pre-cum was unfortunately not enough to move your hand easily.

“I just showered.” He joked, but he still gathered saliva in his mouth and took your wrist to spit it into your hand, which after a few seconds returned to caress his shaft, being now easier to slide your palm up and down. “Fuck, just like that.”

Satoru closed his eyes, enjoying you giving him one of those stellar handjobs he loved so much. Which you didn’t like, so you quickly spoke up, “Eyes in the mirror, or I’ll stop.”

It was rare when you got bossy during intimacy, but when you did, you certainly drove Satoru crazy because he immediately let out a grunt and you felt his dick twitch.

“Look at you, babe.” You cooed when Gojo opened his eyes and immediately made eye contact with you. “Look how pretty you look right now.” You added in a whisper.

“Fuck. You’re really something else.” His grip on the sink intensified, looking at you with a smirk. “Faster, baby.”

Obligingly, you increased the speed of your movements to bring him closer to the edge. “Like that?”

“Yeah, god, I love you so much.” His voice came out raspy as he swept back his hair with one hand. “I’m gonna cum.”

The fact that he kept staring at the scene in the mirror, his gaze traveling from your eyes to your hand jerking him off, wanting to get a glimpse of it all, how he’d slightly open his mouth to let out a sigh and then close it again in a moan, all that made you clench your thighs in arousal.

The scene looked so hot, he looked so hot, all you wanted was to make him cum.

“Cumming that fast?” You asked teasingly, bringing your hand up to circle his tip with your thumb, spreading more of the precum that was leaking out, before sliding back down his length.

“Yes.” He wasn’t even ashamed of it, which motivated you to put a little more pressure on his cock, just the way he likes it.

“Cum for me, baby.”

That was all it took to make him explode, a high moan with your name was the last thing his lips left before he came, spilling his cum all over the sink. He’d surely make you clean up all this mess, later.

Satoru quickly turned around and reached for your lips, kissing you passionately while you kept stimulating his shaft to make sure he cum completely, his action caused drops of his semen to fall on your dress, but to say you cared about that would be a lie.

“Shit.” Gojo murmured against your lips, his hands going to fondle your tits aggressively.

You playfully pulled him away from you by placing your hands on his chest, “Satoru, didn’t you want to get to the reservation on time?” You teased, even though you knew that by now that was almost impossible.

A gasp left your lips when your world was turned upside down, literally, since Satoru lifted you up to carry you over his shoulder. His response came after he slapped your ass hard as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Fuck the reservation.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— thirsts #— jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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Watermelon Sugar

pairing: kanto manji!haitani rindou x fem!reader | wc: 1,5k.

warnings: established relationship, kissing, biting, dry humping, fingering, face sitting, hair pulling, cunnilingus, pussy drunk!rindou, aftercare, this is just porn.

You were on top of your boyfriend, kissing him like there was no tomorrow and moving your hips back and forth over his clothed bulge. You grunted when he bit your lip without any mercy, your hands that were stroking his hair pulled at his blond locks with intentions of making him let go your poor mouth, but that didn’t stop him, smirking as he listened to your moans of pain. It wasn’t until you tapped his shoulder that he let you go.

“Fuck you.” You muttered, tasting a little blood.

Rindou laughed before placing a short kiss on your lips and pushing his hips higher to feel your crotch against his again, “Insulting me now, baby?”

He began to leave wet kisses on your neck, shoulders, breasts, roaming his tongue freely across your naked torso. You didn’t respond to his words, you had already moved on, simply enjoying the pleasure his lips brought to your body. His hands went down to the edge of your underwear and you helped him get rid of the last piece of fabric by lifting your body a little so he could throw them somewhere in the room.

Now, with you completely naked, his hand traveled down the middle of your legs to slide a finger between your wet folds, he bit his lip and smiled at how wet you already were after having been kissing and rubbing each other for the last fifteen minutes.

He slipped two fingers in easily, grunting when you dug your manicured nails into his shoulders. You nestled your head on his neck while he moved his fingers as deep as he could.

“Rindou—” A moan interrupted your words as he withdrew his fingers to focus on your clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“I’ll fuck you, don’t worry about it, baby.” He kissed your temple before continuing, “After we do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

Rindou didn’t wait for you to ask what he wanted to do, he just laid down on the mattress with his head resting on the pillow and grabbed you by the hips to settled you on his worked abdomen before he spoke, “Sit on my face.”

You were impressed by his request, even though the idea was tempting, you didn’t know why it made you feel a little embarrassed.

“C’mon.” He insisted, pushing you forward with his hands.

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure about doin’ anything in my life.” You looked at him with eyes full of love at his encouraging words— until he spoke again, “Well, this comes after when I bought that expensive DJ setup, but yeah hun, I’m really sure.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a soft smack on the shoulder, “Why I’m not surprised?”

He chuckled, stroking your thighs with obvious excitement.

“C’mon, put that pretty pussy on your boyfriend’s pretty face.”

You moved your body until your knees stopped below his armpits, hesitating.

“What if I’m too heavy?” You asked, now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“You’re not.” He affirmed while slipping his arms under your legs to pull you closer to his face.

“But what if I am?”

“Then, for me better.” Now he was completely facing your pussy and licked his lips at the sight. “Lower your hips, baby.”

You did as he said, lowering your hips until you felt his breath and his nose lightly brushing your sensitive area.

“Hey you.” You heard him say before he gave a peck on your clit.

You didn’t expect him to be devouring you from the first moment, his tongue immediately working on your throbbing clit. With a loud groan —which you were almost sure his brother in the other room could hear— you threw your head back, your hands instinctively went to his scalp. Rindou could always make you a mess with just his tongue, but this new position certainly gave a plus.

But you weren’t the only one who was experiencing new sensations. Eating you out was one of Rindou’s favorite activities, but just like you, having his girlfriend sitting right on his face like if it was her fucking throne had him reaching the highest levels of arousal, it felt like at any moment he would cum in his underwear. Blame all the foreplay, blame his kinks or blame his girlfriend for being so fucking hot; he was on cloud nine.

You leaned back a little, resting your hands on his abdomen and he had the need to put his hands on your breasts and squeeze them while changing the movements of his tongue, the sudden change making you shiver.

“Fuck.” You moaned under your breath. “Just like that.”

You let yourself be carried away by your body’s desires when you started to move your hips a little, and that only turned him on more. His hands moved down from your breasts to your hips to encourage you to ride his tongue, to use him as you pleased.

You were hesitant at first, but his next words shifted something inside you,

“Just fucking use me.”

It was as if a sex goddess possessed you. With one hand resting on his abdomen and the other on his head you began to move your hips more fervently while he left his tongue to your pleasure.

Rindou couldn’t help it when he started stroking himself over his underwear, and he surprised himself when only a minute later he ended up coming in his damn boxers, moaning loudly against your cunt and a wet spot leaving him in evidence, but he didn’t care, his goal now was to make you cum.

You stopped your movements when you felt your orgasm near, leaning forward and resting your arms on the headboard. You took the opportunity to look at him, his eyes were closed and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, being completely focused on your pleasure while his dominant hand ran over your thigh to part your folds, the slurping sounds were so lewd, but he was savoring the juices, your taste was one in which he always got drunk too fast.

“Rindou— wait.” You mumbled as you felt your orgasm approaching, your legs were starting to shake and even in your state of lust, you didn’t want to crush your boyfriend’s head. But if you thought he didn’t want you to come undone like this, you were wrong.

“Cum on my face, I know you want.” He said with a raspy voice. “Do it for me.”

Using the strength of his arms he spread your legs apart, his biceps flexing each time he forced against you to prevent you from crushing his head or pulling away. At this point you were with your eyes completely closed while moaning loudly, if Ran hadn’t heard you before he certainly would now. Your grip on the headboard intensified until your knuckles turned white and Rindou couldn’t wait to see you all messed up.

You brought a hand to your mouth trying to hold back the sounds —doing a horrible job at it—, the other went to meet your boyfriend’s blond and blue locks, tugging at it, not knowing if you wanted to hold him closer to you or push him away.

When he sucked your clit in that particular way, moving his tongue in that particular way, it was the moment when you reached the peak of your climax.

You opened your mouth in a gasp, moving your hips a little to extend the pleasure as long as possible, nor did Rindou stop until you dropped completely on his chest.

You both remained silent just listening as each tried to regulate your breathing for a few moments. The younger Haitani was a little tired, because of course, giving oral sex for so long was a challenge, but one that he was more than happy to accept as many times as necessary just for his girlfriend. She deserves it.

The lower half of his face was full of your fluids so you passed him a handkerchief that you took from his nightstand and he quickly wiped it off. Not even doing it right.

He moved to the side of the bed to give you room to lie down next to him, both of you staring at the ceiling after such a mind-blowing experience.

“When did you cum?” You asked after seeing the wet spot on his boxers. Your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head.

“I don’t even fucking know.” He joked as he stretched his arm to the nightstand to put his glasses back on. “I knew it’d feel amazing. We should do this at least once a week.” You couldn't contain your laughter and lightly smacked his shoulder in response.

“You’re crazy.”

“Don’t play innocent, I don't remember the last time you came that hard, baby.” He said with a smile as he slipped his arms around your waist and then he spoke into your ear, “I still feel your taste in my throat.”

His words earned him a nudge from you on his chest before you set out to get some rest before taking a shower. But just a minute later you heard three knocks on the door, Rindou grunted before shouting from the bed an annoyed “What?!” and then you heard Ran’s voice.

“Well, now that the lovebirds have finished their love ritual— Can you give me my jacket? I’m running late.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— thirsts #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #tr rindou #tr x reader #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo revengers smut #rindou smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers

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Jealous.

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5k.

summary: Getō Suguru and you only have a friends with benefits relationship, just sex, no feelings, no commitments. He knows this very well, but after an unexpected encounter with your ex, he can’t help but feel something he shouldn’t: jealousy.

warnings: college!au, fwb to lovers, lovesick!suguru, love confession, jealousy, possessive behavior, alcohol use, exhibitionism, car sex, dry humping, marking, spanking, fingering, spit as lube, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is a tease.

Suguru drank from his freshly poured beer, furrowing his brow at the strong taste but still took another sip. He was at one of his friend's party, standing in the middle of the kitchen with his best friend, Satoru, who kept talking about a video game he’s been obsessed with lately. At first, he was paying attention even though he didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about, but his attention was stolen when he saw a female figure he knew a little too well in the living room.

“I wanted to buy more, but I ran out of primogems and—”

“Wait a second.” He cut his friend off to make sure it wasn’t his imagination, but no, she really was here.

Satoru frowned in confusion, but when he looked to where Suguru’s eyes were fixed, a smirk appeared on his face, “Oh, look who’s there.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Simp.”

The black-haired man just rolled his eyes at his friend's mockery and grabbed an extra cup of beer before heading towards the living room.

“Hey.” Suguru greeted you while sitting next to you on that old blue couch. “Didn’t know you were coming.” He added handing you the red cup, which you accepted with a smile before speaking,

“It was supposed to be a movie night, but Utahime wanted to come.” You nodded to your friend who was passionately playing beer pong paired with Shoko on the other side of the room. “Not complaining, tho. I like the vibe.”

“This is the song you like, isn’t it?” He pointed out when he recognized the beat of Kiss Me More in the background.

“I love Doja Cat so fucking much.” You leaned your head back against the back of the couch and closed your eyes, enjoying the obscene words of the song that Suguru knew perfectly from listening to you sing it so many times. “Where’s Satoru?”

“Flirting with a girl, maybe.” He said playfully, smiling to himself as he watched you let out a chuckle at his words. Of course he wasn’t going to tell you that he left him stranded in the kitchen to come talk to you.

“No way? That’s like, super weird.” You stated sarcastically as you opened your eyes to meet Geto’s intense dark ones that hadn’t stopped staring at you since he sat down next to you. You licked your lips before continuing the conversation, “How did your test go?”

What kind of relationship do you and Suguru have? It’s kind of complicated. Well, not so much for you, but for him.

You had been in the same circle of friends since early college, casually hanging out in groups at coffee shops or parties; he always thought you were a pretty attractive woman, but never tried to make a move on you. Until eight months ago. When you had both ended up at his apartment at two in the morning, drunk, but not enough to forget when you woke up in each other’s arms the mind-blowing sex you had had in the wee hours of the morning.

To his surprise, it was you who suggested that it not end in a one-night stand, sure enough, he accepted immediately. Since then, almost every weekend—or even weekdays—, Suguru found himself between your legs, touching and licking every inch of your precious body, kissing your lips and moaning your name over and over again.

But as most of the time happens in a friends-with-benefits relationship, someone has to fall first. And unfortunately, that was him.

The love he felt for you was consuming him completely, just two weekends ago Satoru had to confiscate his phone because he got drunk and all he wanted was to confess his feelings to you with tears in his eyes while a Taylor Swift song played in the background.

Geto was tired of having you without actually having you. He wanted whatever you had to have an official label. He wanted all the early morning showers, dinner dates or late night texting you used to have to be with his girlfriend, not with the girl he happens to have sex with.

Sometimes, he liked to fantasize about what it would be like if you were officials. Maybe post you on social media, with one of those stupid Instagram filters you like so much, comment on your photos, hold hands in public while walking your dogs, meeting your parents, tell the world you are his, but— he wasn’t even sure if you were or wanted to be.

It bothered him more that your relationship was not even a secret, all your friends knew what you usually do. It was normal for them to see you two kissing in the middle of a party and leaving together, or refusing outings saying that you already have plans with each other. It bothered him because he couldn't even victimize himself by saying that he was a dirty little secret, he just wanted you to reciprocate his feelings.

Yes, it was his fault, you were honest from the beginning, you said it was just casual and that there would be no feelings involved, but the heart wants what it wants.

Well, let’s stop being sentimental.

So right now, he’s content to be in conversation with you. Your hand had moved from your knee to his, casually making imaginary shapes with your index finger as he told you about his week. You were normally quite touchy with each other, so it wasn’t uncommon, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart race at the mere physical contact.

But your pleasant conversation was interrupted by a guy who suddenly sat down on the armrest next to you.

“Didn’t expect to meet you here, Y/N.” The man stole your attention, a half smile appeared on your face as you recognized him and for the same reason Suguru’s smile disappeared. “How are you, pretty?” He asked leaning over to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. Geto could do nothing but distract himself by drinking his beer. “I haven’t seen you for three months.” Three months?

“I’m fine— I’m the one who didn’t expect to meet you here.” You responded with some nervousness in your voice, “Suguru, you remember Naoya, right?” You turned to look at him pointing your thumb at the blonde guy.

“Yeah.” Hell he does.

He never interacted or talked much with him, but of course he knew who he was— your ex-boyfriend.

You and Naoya Zen’in had dated for almost two years but broke up a couple of months before you and Suguru started your thing. As far as he knew your relationship with Naoya was pretty stormy and toxic and that’s why you decided to break up for good. That’s why Geto had never considered him a ‘threat’, but seeing him come and talk to you so naturally, even using a nickname, and him saying that you hadn’t seen him for three fucking months, made his stomach turn.

“Hey.” Naoya greeted him with a casual nod and he did the same, but the blond returned his attention to you immediately. “Anyway, I texted you yesterday, you didn’t reply.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?” He interrogated, clearly annoyed with your curt reply. Naoya seemed to notice the hand you had on Suguru’s knee, because he frowned and licked his lip before asking, “You guys are dating or something?”

For some reason, Geto got his hopes up for a moment, expecting to hear a yes or at least a ‘something like that’, even if it was a lie, you recognizing him as something else in front of Naoya was enough to—

“We’re just friends.” You answered, removing your hand from his knee to see your perfectly manicured nails.

A kick in the balls would have hurt less.

Suguru didn’t want to admit how affected he felt by it, it was the truth, just the harsh truth and yet he decided to hurt himself by waiting for another answer. He was just a friend with whom you had sex without commitment, it was obvious that you wouldn’t say that to your ex.

Naoya just nodded and drank from his red cup before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, the black-haired noticed how you tensed. He just wanted to hit him, push him and tell him not to dare touch you, but he knew he had no right to do so and that the least you would like was to make a scene.

The sudden sound of a notification on his phone brought him out of his thoughts—he hadn’t even realized he had clenched his fists—he sighed before reaching into his pocket for his device.

Satoru:

u better fight for your princess ‘cause it looks like she’s being stolen from you :p

do something

tell him to fuck off

He frowned and looked around for his best friend, finding him a few meters behind him along with Nanami. The white-haired man waved his hands at him, telling him to get rid of Naoya. That’s what he wanted the most, the problem was that he didn't know how.

He turned, ignoring how you were having a hushed conversation with your ex to type on his phone,

Suguru:

what the hell do i do?

Satoru:

for god’s sake, you’re hopeless

leave it to me, hold on

“Is that the scrunchie I gave you?” He heard Naoya say, out of curiosity he turned to look at you, your ex was fiddling with your low ponytail, his eyes fixed on the pink scrunchie that tied your hair.

“Is it?” You brought your hand to the back of your head, undoing the improvised ponytail you had made to look at the hair tie, the movement pushing your ex’s hand away. Suguru swore he could almost see hearts in Naoya’s eyes when you let your hair down.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he was about to explode. He had seen you use that same scrunchie dozens of times, and knowing that it was your asshole ex-boyfriend who gave it to you made him feel ten times worst.

“Yeah. You still use it, huh?”

“Well, I’m using it now, isn’t that a yes?” You said tying your hair back up. Geto could notice how you were downplaying what Naoya said, and that appeared to irritate the blond, who didn't seem to be giving up.

C’mon Suguru, do something. Do fucking something.

“Y/N, are you doing some—” Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a six-foot-two man who suddenly appeared at his side.

“Zen’in! Long time no see!” Satoru greeted cheerfully, hooking his arm over Naoya’s shoulders making him stand next to him. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t see you there, you don’t mind if I steal him for a while, do you?”

“He’s all yours.”

“Wait! Gojo—” Naoya tried to break free from the grip but failed in the attempt.

“The boys are asking for you, let’s go play beer pong!” He shouted practically dragging your ex with him. The white-haired man looked over his shoulder, mouthing a get out of here to his best friend before pulling Naoya out to the garden.

Well— Satoru was more useful than he thought.

“Thank God.” You sang, stretching your arms back in relief. “He keeps insisting that he wants us to get back together.”

Suguru gulped, his fists clenched again and he felt a knot in his stomach. He was hurt and overthinking, what he had witnessed between you and your ex had affected him too much. You have no right to feel this way, he reminded himself.

But still, he couldn’t help the anger that was building inside him. Jealousy was eating him alive.

It’s time to do something.

“Y/N—” You looked at him waiting for his next words, “Let’s get out of here.”

And without a second thought, Suguru grabbed your wrist to pull you up from the couch and move through the party crowd towards the exit. You followed him without putting up any resistance or trying to free yourself from his grip, asking questions like: Where are we going? Are you okay? Which he chose to ignore.

The cold air hit your bodies as soon as you left the house and walked down the dark street until you reached his car. Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the back one and told you to get in, after looking at him with confusion, you obeyed his words and he got in after you, closing the door with a loud thump and locking it.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong? Why all of a sud—” He didn’t let you finish speaking when his lips were already on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth when you reciprocated his kiss immediately.

You leaned your body against the door as Geto intensified the kiss, moaning into his mouth and resting your pretty hands on his shoulders.

“Suguru—” You called his name in the middle of the kiss, but he was unwilling to separate his lips from yours.

You had no idea how much he enjoyed kissing you, tasting the different flavors of gloss you used, having his mouth and face stained with your lipstick, he could kiss you for hours without getting tired.

This kiss was passionate, intense, even a little aggressive. You had kissed like this before, what made it different was what he wanted to convey to you with it— how much he adored you and how incredibly irritated he was with the appearance of your ex.

His hands went to your waist to pull you closer to him before he leaned back against the backrest, making you straddle his lap. He stroked from your back to your thighs, then squeezed your buttocks under your dress.

The moment he left your lips to kiss your neck, you took the opportunity to finally speak, “Why are you acting so weird?”

Suguru tried to remind himself not to get carried away, he had to think before he spoke. But the next words had already left his mouth before he could even think of stopping them,

“Why are you using the scrunchie he gave you?”

He didn’t have the courage to look you in the face—instead he concentrated on spreading more kisses on your neck—but he bet you frowned at his random question.

“I don’t know? I have dozens of these, I just pick the one that goes best with my outfit.” You said, lifting your head a little to give him more access to your skin. “I didn’t even remember Naoya gave it to me until he mentioned it.”

He didn’t expect you to actually give him an explanation, he expected at most a ‘not your problem’ or a ‘because I want to’. Your words should have given him peace of mind, but that feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away, much less with your ex’s name coming from your lips.

Geto sucked the skin under your ear, leaving a mark for sure. Your hands tightened on his broad shoulders, and you began to move your hips in a slow rhythm, grinding your crotch against his.

“Take it off.”

“Huh? Why?” You muttered, moaning softly when he sucked again, this time at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t miss the teasing tone of your voice when you added, “You don’t like it?”

He didn’t think twice before replying with a clear and sharp, “No.”

“Why not?”

It was at that moment when Suguru finally had the courage to look at your face, and he had to restrain himself from sighing— with the little light he could see that your lips were swollen and your eyes had that gleam he liked so much. You’re gorgeous.

Instead of answering right away, he placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb for a few seconds before moving it behind your head, right where your ponytail started, to grab the scrunchie that was annoying him so much and slowly remove it. When he loosened your hair, he pulled the pink hair tie to the side and with his fingers began to stroke your hair before moving it to the side, freeing your neck for him to kiss it once more.

“Because he gave it to you” He admitted, he had already come this far and believed he shouldn’t stop. If you were going to reject him, call him crazy and end what you had—even when the last thing he wanted was to lose you—he should hear that now, so he would have more time to heal instead of continuing to dig himself into a hole.

“It’s just a scrunchie.” You positioned your hand on the back of his neck to stroke his hair, and without hesitation, you asked, “Are you jealous?”

He’s fucked. It was no longer worth denying the obvious.

“What if I am?”

“We’ll have to end this.” There was no way you could mean it, not when you had even started to move your hips over his hard cock with more pressure.

“I don’t think you really want that.” He replied with a smirk, pointing to the way you were getting off on top of his bulge with a nod of his head, to which you responded with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Don’t be so confident.” You said between your teeth, trying to contain the sighs of pleasure that wanted to come out of you. “Gonna tell me why you’re jealous?”

Suguru decided to pull down your dress to free your breasts, instantly cupping them with his large hands to caress your erect nipples with his thumbs while leaving wet kisses on your shoulder.

You didn’t seem to like how he ignored your words, because with the hand you had previously placed in his hair you pulled him away from your skin and forced him to look at you. Instead of saying something at that moment, you ran your tongue over your lips before kissing him again, moaning at the feeling of his erection against your covered clit one more time.

When he felt your hands on the edge of his shirt, he helped you by lifting his arms so you could take it off and expose the muscular torso he knew you loved.

“Does it piss you off that someone has fucked me before?” You questioned with a mocking tone.

“Shut up.” He spat and pushed his body forward aggressively, he made sure to grab you around the waist to keep you from falling backwards onto the center console. Your arms sought support on the headrests of the front seats.

It was obvious that one of his favorite parts of your body were your tits, because his mouth went back to making circular movements with his tongue on your nipple. The hand that was on your waist moved down to the middle of your legs, you moaned with anticipation as he began to brush his thumb over your underwear.

“Is that a yes?” Your tone of voice showed that you were beginning to despair at the lack of answers from him, but you had to be patient, there were things he needed to know before he would respond to your words.

“When was the last time you fucked him?” He asked suddenly, pulling your breast out of his mouth only to appreciate the moment when his hand pushed aside your panties and his fingers began to play with the fluids in your slit.

You pushed your hips forward urging him to insert his fingers, he wanted to keep teasing you a little, but you looked so pretty at this moment that it was almost impossible for him to deny you what you wanted, so he inserted two fingers slowly.

“Fuck— Does it matter?”

“Tell me.”

“Why should I? You haven’t wanted to tell me that—” A spank on the exposed skin of your butt cut off your words, no doubt you were surprised, but Suguru knew how to recognize when you liked something, and clearly his sudden rough treatment did.

“Fuckin’ tell me.” He curved his fingers making sure to touch that sweet spot inside you, “C’mon I’m listening.”

You sighed as your grip on the headrests intensified, digging your nails into the material as you felt his blessed fingers pleasure you with perfection.

“I think—fuck—three months ago.”

Suddenly, his movements stopped. Suguru believed that even his breathing and heart did when he heard you.

“What?”

It didn’t bother him that you had sex with other men before him, he knew perfectly well that you were a single woman and could do whatever you wanted with your body. But he couldn’t deny it, the thought of Naoya’s dirty hands on your precious body made his chest ache because he wasn’t just another man, he was your ex, someone you had an emotional connection with in the past and it got under his skin because he wanted that.

He felt cheated, betrayed, angry. It was wrong, you didn’t owe him anything, it was part of your agreement, and he felt like a hypocrite because at least in the first few months he had started sleeping with you, he had also been with other girls. But he didn’t know whether to be ashamed or proud that when his feelings for you began to evolve— suddenly the desire to be with someone other than you disappeared. So yes, for the last four months he’s only had sex with you, and for some naive reason, he expected you to do the same.

“We were drunk” You quickly clarified, but that didn’t make him feel better, quite the contrary. “I don’t want it to happen again.”

“I see.” He muttered after withdrawing his fingers without looking at your face, not wanting you to see through him and realize how hurt he felt.

But apparently, you did.

“Suguru, I’m sorry.” The fact that you said sorry caught him off guard; as he stated earlier, you didn’t owe him anything, but somehow it filled him with hope— was there any small chance that you felt something more for him?

The need to show you everything he felt, to prove to you that he was the man you deserved multiplied.

He grabbed you by the jaw with one hand to pull you close to him and bring your lips to his in a passionate kiss once again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, still tasting the flavor of the drink he offered you earlier and your hands went to his shoulders where you dug your nails when he bit your lower lip.

“You can do whatever you want, there’s no need to say sorry.” He mumbled still with his lips on yours. “But I think I’ll need to fuck you enough to erase all traces of him, then.”

“You better.”

Geto’s hands worked quickly at unbuttoning his pants to pull them down along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing cock and wrap his fingers around it to stroke it up and down. He muttered a profanity at the feeling of relief he gave himself while you lifted your hips and pushed your underwear aside, waiting for him.

“Spit on it— yes, fuck.” He began to lubricate his long shaft after you dropped your saliva on the tip, only to seconds later line it up against your wet entrance. “Sit, baby.”

You heeded his command and began to slowly lower your hips; you closed your eyes as you felt his cock enter between your tight walls. His eyes were fixed on the spot where your body and his became one, it was always a delight for him to witness how your little pussy managed to swallow him completely.

He threw his head back against the backrest, enjoying the moment when your buttocks met his thighs. You felt so warm and tight, there was no pussy like yours and that was confirmed every time he was deep inside you.

Geto let out a guttural sound as you started to move your hips, sucking him every time you went down as deliciously as ever. God, he had fucked you too many times and in different positions, but he could never get enough of you— you certainly had him in the palm of your hand.

The slight bouncing of your breasts invited him to take one into his mouth, savoring the taste of your skin with pleasure as he brought his hands to your hips to guide your sensual movements to his liking.

The windows began to fog up as the moans of the two of you became louder and louder. For a moment Geto forgot that you were in his car, parked a few meters from the house where the party was, that anyone could pass by and realize what you were doing in there because it was too obvious thanks to the fogged windows and the movement of the vehicle, but that didn’t matter to him in the least, especially when he had a goddess like you riding him.

He ran his tongue from your chest to your collarbones before resting his cheek on your shoulder as he felt his climax near.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in the middle of his gasps. “So damn perfect that you drive me crazy.” One of his hands went to the middle of your legs to circle your clit and rush an orgasm out of you, a loud grunt came from his throat when your walls squeezed him hard from the stimulation.

“Do I?”

“You fucking do. I just can’t imagine you with anyone else, I want you all to myself.” He knew he was saying too much in the heat of the moment, that there was a possibility that you would end this and that meant he wouldn’t have you in his life at all; but the words came from his heart and his mouth was unable to stop them.

“You said I can do whatever I wanted— fuck.” Your hands tightened on his shoulders the closer you got to your peak.

“I know what I said but—god—that doesn’t mean I like the idea.” He admitted, finally raising his head to meet your eyes and see the smile that appeared on your face. You started to move your hips faster, with the purpose of making him explode as soon as possible.

The words were left aside when you closed your eyes as Suguru pressed his fingers harder, making your legs tremble and your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the moment you reached your climax. His own orgasm didn’t take long, he stifled his moans by joining your lips in another kiss as he spilled his warm cum inside you.

You were both sweaty and a panting mess, the heat in the car was immense and Suguru had the urge to reach over to start the vehicle to turn on the AC or at least roll down the windows; but he gave up the idea when you leaned over him. He could feel your heartbeat because your chest was against his, smell the scent of your shampoo from your head resting on his shoulder and the softness of your fingers as your hands caressed his ribs. It was such an intimate moment that he wouldn’t dare to interrupt, so he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his muscular arms around you to feel you closer to him.

He doesn’t know how long you were like this, enjoying each other’s vital sounds, it could be a few minutes or more than an hour, but it’s not like he cares either. Having the woman he loved in his arms always made him lose track of time.

The sudden sound of your voice calling his name brought him out of his thoughts, for a moment he thought you had fallen asleep, “Yes, angel?”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, your noses almost brushed mingling their breaths.

“Are you gonna tell me why now?” You asked in a whisper, picking up on the previous conversation. You tucked behind his ear one of the strands of black hair that had slipped into his face, the act was so affectionate that it almost made Suguru shed a tear.

Geto gulped. Well, it was now or never.

“I-I love you.”

God, he actually did it. He confessed. His heart stopped for a moment waiting for your answer, although it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity for him.

“Finally.” Wait, what? “I was beginning to think you’d never say it.”

You didn’t give him time to assimilate your words when you kissed him, cupping his face between the palms of your hands to hold him closer to you.

“Love you too.” You added, leaving a peck on his lips. His heart began to race as he found it hard to believe that this was really happening, wasn’t he dreaming? Were you really reciprocating his feelings?

“You serious?” Stupid Suguru, is that really what left his mouth?

You let out a chuckle before nodding and pressing your forehead to his. “Did you want me to say the opposite?”

“No, I just— god, I’m speechless.” A smile took over his face, showing all the happiness he felt.

“So…” You sang, caressing his cheek with your knuckles “Aren’t you gonna ask me something, jealous boy?

He snorted holding back a laugh, somewhat embarrassed, but still took your hands in his before saying, “Angel, will you please be my girlfriend?”

Suguru couldn’t help the pride he felt in his chest as you two walked back into the party with clasped hands, he ignored the mocking look on his white-haired friend’s face as he noticed your obvious disheveled appearances and mouthed that he owed him one. And of course, he couldn’t help but smile arrogantly when he met Naoya’s stare at the two of you; maybe someone else would be the one to feel jealous from now on— and Geto would have nothing to worry about because now he’s yours and you’re his.

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Pity Party

pairing: satoru x fem!reader | wc: 6,5k.

summary: Gojō Satoru has been your best friend since childhood, you practically grew up together, so at this point he knows everything about you. He knows the exact amount of sugar you like your coffee with, the lyrics of your favorite songs, that you love whales and how special your birthday is for you. So when your friends didn't show up to your birthday party, he'll prove that he's there for you, as he always was and always will be.

warnings: slight angst, best friends to lovers, love confession, lovesick!satoru, kinda childish!reader, crying, kissing, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, vanilla and unprotected sex, breeding, aftercare, this is corny and unedited.

a/n: this fic is inspired by melanie martinez's song with the same title. the other day i was listening to it and this idea appeared in my mind like an epiphany and who better to star in it than our sealed boy. ps. why is this so long?

“Why the hell no one is here?”

It was about the fifth time you had said that same sentence. But no one could blame you, in fact, it seemed like the few people present were wondering the same thing.

“Maybe they’re late.” Your mother said.

Today was your birthday, and you had planned together with your parents the best birthday party possible. It was planned as something intimate and nice, with family and close friends.

The only problem was that there was family, but no friends— except for Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood.

You weren't the type who liked to throw huge parties, you liked the idea that a day as special as your birthday should be spent with the people closest and most important to you. It had been that way every year since high school, when you realized that special moments should be shared with special people.

Don't misunderstand, it's not as if you were a boring girl; you liked to go to big parties, drink yourself unconscious and come home in the wee hours with a thousand excuses prepared for your mother who was waiting for you awake on the couch for not adhering to the rule to get home before midnight.

It simply wasn't what you wanted for your birthday.

You went into the bathroom to avoid the worried stares of your family for a few minutes and took the opportunity to take out your phone and check if at least one of your best friends had responded to your messages, indeed, there was a response, but not the one you expected.

It was a message explaining how sorry she was that she couldn't make it to your party because she was sick. Not forgetting to put at the end of the text that she loved you and wished you a happy birthday.

The worst part wasn't that your best friend wasn't coming to your birthday, the worst part was that you didn't believe her.

There was a frat party today, you knew because you were invited. Your friends had said several times during the week that you should go, but for obvious reasons you had refused. You wanted to believe that she wouldn't be able to stand you up on your own birthday for a frat party, but you couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

You looked in the mirror and tried to smile, convincing yourself that everything would be okay as you analyzed your reflection. You were wearing that pretty baby blue dress you had bought weeks before with Satoru's help—he practically chose it—, nice makeup and hair and nails done. A few hours ago when you looked in the mirror you felt gorgeous, even the blue-eyed man had told you so when you showed him the final result, but now you felt ridiculous.

“Everything will be fine, Y/n. Stop being so pessimistic.”

You had invited your two best friends from collage and Satoru and Suguru. Only your close circle. You knew that the latter would not come as he had a family trip, but he had apologized and even sent a bouquet of flowers as a gift. So there was still one person to come.

When you came out of the bathroom you found your white-haired friend leaning against the opposite wall, who stood up straight and uncrossed his arms when he saw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked leaning against the door after closing it.

“Umm— I was worried about you.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Why shouldn't I be?” He rolled his eyes and looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/n, I know you better than you think. What happened?”

You sighed in defeat, it was almost impossible for you to lie to Satoru. You cleared your throat and looked at the ground, avoiding his inquisitive gaze that never failed to make you nervous.

“One of my friends just texted me that she wasn't coming because she was sick.” He frowned immediately.

“One of those two you hang out with?”

You nodded as you unlocked your phone to show him the message. You noticed how his hand pressed against the device, it wasn't hard to tell he was incredibly upset. He also knew about this frat party, he had also been invited. But he hadn't even bothered to consider it when he was already declining the invitation, that day was solely and completely reserved for his best friend.

And he had that same feeling that this person you called your friend didn't do the same thing he did.

“Say it.” You encouraged him crossing your arms.

He had a lot to say. From months ago when you started that friendship with those girls. But it wasn't the time or the place, so he just shrugged as he handed the phone back to you.

“Maybe she is really sick.” He said trying to force a smile.

“Yeah, right.” The sarcasm in your voice along with the dejected look in your eyes almost made him want to hug you, but he knew you, you were holding back and maybe that show of affection would make you break. He didn't want to see you cry on your birthday. Or never. Especially because of a person like your friend.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, but he decided he should cheer you up.

He took your hand and caressed your knuckles with his thumb before speaking again, “Come on, don't be sad. Your other friend is still to come, isn't she? She should be on her way. For now let's go to the garden, your mom must be worried.”

You nodded and let go of his gentle grip before walking without even waiting for him. He sighed and followed you behind until you reached the garden, where your relatives greeted you with warm smiles. You tried to force a smile at them, but even though you thought you were doing a good job of hiding your feelings, your face still gave you away. Still, no one tried to question you.

You went to sit at a table and immediately your mother handed you a plate of your favorite food that she had lovingly prepared, you sighed and picked up a fork in an attempt to eat even though the last thing you felt at that moment was hunger.

Satoru sat down next to you and began to eat his own plate, and without you noticing, your mother mouthed to him if everything was alright, to which he nodded even when it was not believable.

Half an hour later and with your untouched food cold, you were resting your face in the palm of your hand while listening to your fourteen-year-old cousin talk to you about the new boy she liked when your phone rang with that special tone you had for your friends.

Gojo looked at the contact name and had the impulse to tell you not to answer as he had a feeling that nothing good would come out of that call, but he kept silent, letting you pick up.

“Hello? Oh, thank you… What do you mean?” There were several seconds of silence and he noticed how you clenched your jaw. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. See you Monday.”

And with that, you hung up the call, “She's not coming either. She says she has to watch her siblings.”

You didn't believe her either.

Satoru felt that anger in his chest again. If he already didn't like your friends, now even less. But he was more concerned about how you hadn’t yet burst into tears, even your cousin was worried about you, so after making eye contact with Satoru full of concern, she decided to start talking about the gossip in her school about a student and a teacher having an affair.

You knew what she was doing, she was trying to distract you. And although you were grateful for the attempt, your mind kept wandering to your friends standing you up on your birthday with poor excuses.

You don't know how much time passed after that, they had sung happy birthday to you, you blew out the candles on the cake and they convinced you to open the presents even when you insisted you’d do it tomorrow.

Your aunt and uncle gave you a new dress, your grandparents money and your parents a new laptop. Satoru's gift almost made you burst into tears. It was something typical, a necklace. What made it special was the whale charm since he knew how much you loved whales.

“Do you want me to put it on?” He asked and you nodded before turning around and pulling your hair up for him.

It was a small moment you two had, you even felt a tingle as his fingers brushed your skin. You almost blushed when you caught your mother's proud smile as she witnessed Satoru struggling with fastening the necklace.

“There you go.” He whispered with a smile and patted your shoulder twice before you let your hair down.

You looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed lost in thought and you had to clear your throat to get him to snap out of his little stupor.

Then you looked around the place, paying attention to the faces of your family. They were really trying hard to make sure you had a happy birthday. You couldn't help feeling bad about yourself, feeling ungrateful. They are your special people. They were here and yet you were letting those who weren't ruin your day.

You really appreciated the effort, so you were frustrated that you couldn't suppress your emotions and simply enjoy yourself.

Meanwhile, Satoru couldn't help but feel his heart ache to see you having such a hard time, knowing how special your birthday was to you. You looked beautiful, and he knew you would look even more so if you smiled like you usually do.

While you were trying to eat a piece of your favorite cake, you unlocked your phone and decided to distract yourself by scrolling through Instagram. Big mistake.

One of your classmates had you added to his close friends list, he had several stories on the frat party; beer pong, people twerking on the floor, but just as you were about to move on to the next story you saw something that caught your attention.

In the background you noticed both of your friends with red cups in their hands. You blinked one, two, three times not believing what you were seeing. You watched the story again, even zoomed in to confirm that it was not a figment of your imagination. But it wasn't, it really was your friends.

That was your breaking point.

You blocked the phone before standing up abruptly, drawing everyone's attention. You threw your napkin on the table before turning around and walking back inside your house.

You ignored your mother's concerned calls as you let the tears you had been holding back throughout the party fall.

Satoru had stood up just a second after you. You hadn't noticed, but when he recognized the face you made when you wanted to cry, he happened to peek at what you were seeing on your phone screen. The only thing he saw was how you made one last zoom to the Instagram story—he also recognized your friends' figures—before you blocked it and got up.

He called your name as he hurried after you, but not before turning to look at your parents and saying a quick leave it to me before walking up the stairs behind you.

Although your mother wanted to follow you and comfort you herself in her arms, she decided it was best for Satoru to do it. He was your best friend since you were children and you trusted him more than you could ever trust anyone. She understood that the best person to comfort and understand you was him, so she just nodded to his words and watched him walk up the stairs, losing sight of him when he reached the second floor.

She had no choice but to turn and look at the confused faces of her husband and family members and shrug her shoulders. Telling them it was best to give you your space and let Satoru handle it.

Before your best friend could reach you, you had already slammed your bedroom door in his face. He tried to open it but it was locked; and he felt so helpless when he heard your sobs and he wasn't in there to hug you.

“Y/n, open the door— please.” He said in a sweet voice, leaning his forehead against the wood. “Open it so I can hold you.”

He had no answer, still hearing your sobs on the other end, so he sighed and insisted again. And again. And again.

It wasn't until minutes later that you opened the door, you meeting Satoru's worried face and him your tearful one. He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, he hated to see you cry. You turned around and walked to the center of your room, crossing your arms as he entered and secured the door before approaching you.

His heart was breaking, every sob from you seemed to open one more crack. It hurt him too much to see you like this, on your birthday. You were the person he treasured most in his life. The person he loved.

As if it wasn't obvious by now, Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood, was deeply and hopelessly in love with you.

He loved you like he never thought he could love a person.

Since when?

You had known each other since you were six years old, but it wasn't until many years later that he began to develop feelings for you. But when was that moment? The moment when he said I'm in love with her?

He likes to think it was something that developed gradually. That there was no specific moment when he had that epiphany.

But if he had to pick the moment, it would be that night when you went for a ride in his car after graduating from high school and drove to the outskirts of the city, from where you could see the lights of the nightlife in the distance and a sky full of stars. You said how beautiful the view was, he whispered that he knew, the difference is that you were looking at the sky and he was looking at you.

It was cliché— the boy who falls in love with his childhood best friend. But who is he to deny the feelings of his heart? A mere human.

“What do you want, Satoru?” You asked when you felt his body behind you.

“I just want to be here for you.”

His hand went around your forearm, urging you to turn around, but you didn't want to. Even in the darkness of your room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through your window, he would see your face again. You didn't want him to see you like that. He just sighed and decided that he would be the one to stand in front of you.

Your gaze was fixed on the floor when his tall figure stood before you. There were a few moments of silence before he got up the courage to speak again,

“Don't cry angel, please, it's your party.” It was the best he could think to say.

“Like you said, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.” You replied more aggressively than you planned, regret arriving as soon as you spat the childish words.

Neither Satoru, nor your family, nor anyone but your so-called friends deserved your anger and frustration. Your crying increased as you mumbled sorry after sorry.

He just grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you close to him, your face against his chest ruining his shirt with tears but he couldn't care less; instead, he held you tighter to him while caressing your head with one hand. He hugged you in a way that made you feel safe, a way that said, here I am.

“What's wrong with me?” You whispered after calming down a bit and he frowned, not understanding what you meant. “Am I so insignificant to my friends that a frat party is worth more than my birthday? I'm not worth it?”

Satoru felt his blood boil at your words.

He didn't like your friends from the beginning, he sensed that they would end up hurting you— and for the first time, he hated that he was right. He had told you several times that they looked like the kind of people who didn't have genuine friendships, and you had responded that he was being prejudiced. It made him angry because you were the person who deserved the most love and good in the world.

They didn't deserve you— they didn't deserve something as beautiful as your friendship or simply your presence in their life.

“Never say that again. Never.” He said in a firm voice before placing a kiss on your head. “You’re not insignificant, you hear me? You’re not. If they don't know how to appreciate what a wonderful person you are, they’re the ones who aren’t worth it.”

His words quickened your heart.

“You deserve to be surrounded by people who are grateful to have you in their lives. No less.” He paused for a moment to take a deep breath before continuing, “And I hope you know how fucking grateful I am.”

“Satoru—” You mumbled even though you didn't know what to say next.

He took your face in his hands, making your eyes meet, and ran his thumbs over your cheeks wiping away your tears. God, you were so beautiful. Even crying you looked like an angel.

“Please stop crying. I know it's your party, but stop crying. It hurts me to see you cry.” He whispered, his face close enough to yours that you felt like you were going to stop breathing at any moment.

Gojo felt so enamored by your eyes, your nose, your lips— neither of you knew if it was only seconds or hours that you just looked at each other, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and before he could stop to think, the next words were already leaving his mouth,

“I love you.”

The moment your eyes widened in surprise, Satoru realized his mistake. He had been carried away by his feelings, and felt terrible for blurting out a confession of that magnitude in a moment like that.

Now that he had said it, he had only three options: run; take it back and justify it with a bad lie; or go on with the truth. But he had been holding back for so long— so he decided to go with the third option and risk it all.

“What?” Your voice came out almost in a whisper.

“I love you. I have— I have loved you for years.” His voice was beginning to shake, but he continued, “And I don't want you to think I'm telling you this to make you feel good, or that I'm taking advantage of the moment, you know I’d never do anything like that— But I love you so much that I can't take it anymore, and because I love you it hurts me that you cry and think you're not worth it, because to me you're worth everything.”

He knew he was repeating words, that he was talking too fast and that he should stop and take a breath. But he didn't stop and tears ran down his cheeks, the words came out of his lips on their own after years of holding them back.

“I love you so much it hurts.”

You were still in shock at his confession, your brain trying to process all the words he had just said. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, his hands left your cheeks to put them on your shoulders.

“You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, and I'm sorry for telling you now.” He murmured, letting his tears fall freely from his eyes. “I’ll leave if you want me to.”

Neither you nor Satoru expected what you did next.

It was your turn to put your hands on his cheeks before kissing him.

He was surprised for a moment, but when reality hit him and you were actually kissing him after his sudden and reckless confession, he let himself go and kissed you back with the same desire as you.

Yes, you too had fallen in love with your best friend. You didn't know how long ago, you didn't know if he did it first or if it was you. But at that moment that was the least that mattered.

His hands went to the sides of your head to deepen the kiss and you felt like your heart would finally escape from your chest because of how fast it was beating. Things had taken a drastic turn.

When you pulled apart to catch your breath, that's when you finally found your voice to say it,

“I love you, Satoru.”

This seemed to be taken out from a book or a movie. Satoru was afraid of waking up and realizing that it was all just a dream, he had the urge to pinch himself just to make sure that what he was experiencing was real. But dream or not, his love for you was the same.

When he kissed you again it was no longer sweet, it was desperate, and what happened next was the mere impulse of two humans who were feeling too much.

Your hands went to the edge of his shirt to take it off, he helped you by raising his arms and immediately his lips returned to yours, guiding you awkwardly across the room until your thighs bumped against your bed. He gently laid you down on the mattress and his hands went to caress your breasts above the fabric of your dress. The dress he had chosen for you.

He broke away from your lips just to look at you, and he almost burst into tears again— your face was still red from your previous crying, your lips swollen and your hair a bit messy. But what captivated him were your eyes, even in the dim light of the place he could notice that gleam in them, and they were looking at him and only him.

“Is this okay with you?” He asked, he didn't want you to do this because you felt you had to give him something. “We can stop.”

“I want you, Satoru.”

She wants me.

Satoru looked at you for a few more seconds, searching for any trace of lies or insecurity on your face, he knew you better than anyone else after all, he could tell exactly how you were feeling just by looking at your eyes. But when he noticed nothing but determination and desire, his lips returned to yours.

His hands went to the back of your dress and slowly unzipped it until he could grab the hem to pull it completely off, his eyes gazed with nothing but adoration at your almost naked body, he still couldn't believe that you were letting him see and touch you in such an intimate way.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered as his palms ran down your body from your legs to your torso, memorizing with his fingertips the warmth of your skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

Gojo was going slow, he felt there was no rush even when there were people downstairs waiting for you two; he wanted nothing more than to savor every part of you and make you feel good, so he’d take his time.

He moved his kisses down from your face to your neck, concentrating on that spot below your ears since he knew how sensitive you were there—thanks to the fact that he usually liked to tease you by tickling you—. You moaned softly as you felt his wet tongue and brought your hands to run them over the muscles of his arms and back. You had always had the desire to touch him like this, when he wore tight or sleeveless shirts, or when you went to his house and he opened the door shirtless; and now that you were actually doing it, it was so much better than you could have imagined.

“Can I?” He asked when his hands found the straps of your bra and you gulped before nodding, unable to speak out of nervousness that the Gojo Satoru would see you naked.

The Gojo Satoru who is popular, smart and good-looking. The one who has dozens of friends and girls following him, girls who would fight for his attention or even sleep with him.

But then you remembered it.

The man in front of you wasn't the Gojo Satoru, he was just Satoru, idiot sometimes. The guy who is present in all your childhood memories and in each of your special moments growing up. The one who sneaked into your family photos from an early age and used to cry when you beat him playing video games. The one who sometimes talked so much that all you wanted to do was put tape over his mouth and who still slept with a night light because he was afraid of the dark.

Satoru who is your best friend and is always there for you, who always put you first since you were at the top of the pyramid of important people for him—he said it, not you—, who didn't hesitate to give you his shoulder to cry on and knew what to say to make you feel better; who likes to tease you and play pranks on you; who knows all your favorite foods and shares your love for whales.

He’s the man you love and loves you back, to whom you seem to be giving more than just your body.

When he took off your garment he immediately took one of your breasts into his mouth, running his tongue slowly around it, leaving it glistening with his saliva before moving on to the other, without forgetting to peck the whale necklace he gave you.

“You have the prettiest tits.” That almost made you want to slap him.

“Shut up.” You laughed softly feeling your cheeks flush. You could tell you were starting to get comfortable with each other.

“It’s the truth. They’re pretty— you’re so pretty.” Gojo chuckled before returning his lips to yours, he wanted more of that addictive taste of your lips that made him feel that he would never have the desire to kiss anyone else.

Suddenly his hands went down to the edge of your panties and waited for your confirmation that everything was okay before taking them off, throwing them to the side of the bed. He sat on his calves to appreciate your completely naked body and almost wanted to thank you for letting him see you like that, you were as perfect as he imagined, even more.

“God— I love you.” Now that Satoru was free to say it out loud, he would repeat it as many times as necessary.

He didn't give you a chance to respond to his words when two of his fingers entered your mouth, slowly coating them with your saliva. You sucked them following his movements causing Satoru to mutter a low fuck at this sensual sight of you.

When his fingers left your mouth he began to lightly caress them from your chin, down the middle of your breasts and over your navel until they reached the place where you needed him most.

“So wet.” He remarked as his digits went inside you, he did it slowly to avoid hurting you, pausing until he was knuckles deep before pulling them out and repeating the action.

You threw your head back as his thumb began to make slow circles on your clit, almost embarrassed because Satoru's blue eyes were fixed on your facial expressions, paying special attention to your reactions and feeling proud that he’s the one who’s causing them.

His free hand went to caress one of your mounds to increase the stimulation to your body, which seemed to become more sensitive to his every touch, so it wasn't long before you began to feel your orgasm building.

“You close?” He asked with his eyes full of admiration. You nodded before closing your eyes and squeezing the sheets with your fists— but that expression of pleasure turned into a frown as the stimulation on your clit was lost. “I know angel, I know, hold it for me. I wanna taste you.”

Satoru bent down until his face was in the middle of your legs, facing your most intimate part with eager eyes. You were about to tell him it wasn't necessary, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the closeness of his breath against your pussy, but you couldn't find your voice and even less so when he started to spread wet kisses on your inner thighs with his fingers still inside you at that slow pace he had set, keeping your orgasm close but not quite reaching it.

“Oh fuck.” You murmured as his mouth finally circled your clit and soon after he began to move his tongue. “You taste so good.”

Satoru had always considered himself a man who enjoyed giving pleasure; and now, that it was you, the woman he loves, he not only enjoyed it— he loved it and wanted to give you the best he could, and hearing your pretty moans was enough to make him euphoric, maybe lovesick.

The sensation that had been cut off before returned with more intensity; Satoru recognized that you were close again, so he began to suck on your clit as just a few minutes ago he had discovered you liked by the way your walls clenched his fingers when he did it.

You bit your lip hard trying to hold back the high moan that wanted to escape your throat as you lifted your hips when you felt your orgasm take over your body.

When he looked at you while you were cumming in his mouth, he couldn't help but fall in love with the sight, again; and he also couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when one of your hands went to caress his white locks lovingly as you climaxed.

Fuck, she's so cute.

“Want to continue?” Satoru asked in a soft voice while sitting back down on his calves, lips still glossy with your fluids. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You smiled as you sat, his vibrant blue eyes connected to yours all the time. You recognized that look. It was the look you had often caught him staring at you from long ago, the same look from when he gave you the necklace and the same look from when you showed him the final result of your party outfit this afternoon and he said you looked beautiful.

Maybe that's his look of love. You felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. How come you didn't notice it before? It was almost obvious.

But he felt the same way, maybe everyone around you had realized how you felt about each other except the two of you, because you were constantly living in a bubble where you were trying to convince yourselves that there was nothing more than friendship. But now that bubble had burst.

You put both of your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again, savoring your own taste from his mouth before saying, “I think I told you I wanted you.”

Your best friend chuckled, “I just wanted to be sure.”

With his big hands on your waist he pulled you back against the sheets, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, you noticed the visible bulge and gulped, still unable to believe that this was actually happening.

Gojo removed the garment along with his boxers at once, becoming completely naked to your eyes. He was undoubtedly blessed everywhere you looked.

He wrapped his hand around his dick and moved it up and down before positioning himself at your entrance. Satoru had never felt this excited, his heart was racing at the fact that you would be his and he would be yours.

He looked down at you as he leaned with his forearm next to your head while he ran his hard member through your wet folds to lubricate himself, unable to contain the moan that escaped his mouth at the contact of his sensitive skin with yours.

“I’m goin’ in.” Your best friend announced before slowly pushing the first half inside you, he immediately felt the tightness of your walls around him and closed his eyes for a few seconds enjoying the sensation. You were so tight, so warm, so perfect. “Oh god.”

When he opened his blue eyes again he met your pretty face with furrowed eyebrows and tight lips, he recognized that you were feeling some discomfort so he gave several kisses to your cheek while he pushed the rest inside.

“Tell when I can move.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours while his free hand caressed the flesh of your thigh.

You nodded shortly after he finished his sentence, so he tightened his grip on your thigh as he began to thrust slowly but deeply.

It was a matter of minutes when the moans of both of you increased as well as the speed with which he rammed into you. Your body began to rock backwards continuously at every clash of his skin with yours, so you wrapped his arms around his back, digging your nails in lightly each time his cock hit your g-spot.

Satoru leaned back without stopping his thrusts to better admire the way your pussy sucked him in and then ran his eyes all over your body. He murmured a fuck to the swaying of your breasts and immediately placed his hands on them, caressing and squeezing to his liking.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He bent over you again to join your lips with his in a kiss a little more messy than the previous ones.

In his mind, Satoru thought this was unlike any affair or one-night-stand he had ever had before. He was giving you everything— himself, his body and his soul. He was practically putting his heart in the palms of your hands giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted with it.

This is how sex should feel, he thought.

“I’m close.” You gasped after breaking the kiss as you felt on the verge of your climax once again.

He returned his forearm to the side of your head and with his other hand began to make circles on your clit, hurrying the orgasm that had already begun to build in your belly.

“I got you, angel.” His lips went to lightly suck the skin behind your ear, trying to be careful not to leave marks.

“Satoru—” He had always liked the sound of his name coming from your mouth, but the fact that you were moaning it thanks to the pleasure he was giving you made it a thousand times better. “I’m—”

You lifted your hips a little as you felt your orgasm come, it was much more intense than the previous one which made your walls tighten around Satoru's length, who couldn't help but moan out loud at the sensation as if you wanted to push him out.

“Fuck— you feel so good.”

He dropped down on your body and settled his head on your neck as his thrusts became more sloppy. Your hands returned to his back, you wrapped your legs around his hips to feel him deeper inside you and closed your eyes enjoying the sounds of his panting that gave you chills. He sounded so beautiful that you almost had a hard time assuming it was because of you.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Were the words that left his mouth the moment he came inside you after you murmured he could. He collapsed onto your body a second later, feeling your breasts against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

It was intense, Satoru couldn't remember the last time he had cum like that, he blamed the whole hurricane of emotions that happened for the last hour.

“Sorry, I'm crushing you.” He mumbled after a minute as he leaned on his forearms to look at your face again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and caressed his soft skin with your thumbs before kissing him. “Never thought you loved me back.”

He smiled and gave a short kiss on the palm of your hand that was still on his cheek, “We're kinda dumb, aren't we?”

“I think we are.”

Satoru moved to lie back on the pillows, taking you in his arms to hug you against his chest. You left a peck on his shoulder before pressing your cheek against it and smiled when you felt his hands caress your back.

“This is nice.” You said after a comfortable silence.

“Right? I can get used to this.”

“Me too.” You closed your eyes enjoying the remaining fragrance of his cologne before abruptly opening them remembering something a little too important. “Shit! Satoru, we need to go back.”

“Why?” His caresses on your back disappeared when he realized it too, “Fuck. How long have we been here?”

You were so focused on your little bubble of love that you forgot that your family was still waiting for you downstairs.

“About an hour?” You replied, looking at the time on your phone to also realize that there was a message from your mother fifteen minutes ago asking if everything was okay. “Just put your clothes on.”

He turned on the light while you searched the room for your clothes. You threw him his boxers, he threw you your dress, and in less than five minutes you were fully dressed and in front of the mirror trying to look as presentable as possible.

“I look fine, let’s go.” You said turning around to walk towards the door, but your best friend's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. “What is it?”

Gojo took your hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles, “Happy Birthday.”

You smiled at his words, “Thank you.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time.

“Should I ask your dad for his blessing?” He asked teasingly when you pulled away from his lips, you rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing his arm to drag him to the door.

“Let's go downstairs, c’mon.”

Who would have thought that your pity party would take such a twist?

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all i am is you

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader | wc: 5,2k.

summary: fushiguro toji is a smart man, smart enough to always get what he wants. and what he wants now is power, over you.

warnings: mean!toji, sub!reader, dark content, toxic relationship, manipulation, age gap, daddy issues, cheating, emotional dependency, humiliation, crying, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, oral sex (m), face fucking, hair pulling, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, crampie, aftercare, toji being an asshole tbh.

a/n: wrote this ‘cause i suddenly felt mad with toxic men, and poor toji had to pay, sorry∼. this fic is just toxic, i don't think this is my best work, but i kinda like the result, remember it's nothing but fiction and dark content, enjoy :) reblogs are appreciated <3.

Your love story with Toji Fushiguro started simply. Nothing fancy or out of a romantic comedy.

Your eyes meeting his in a coffee shop you used to frequent, he was new there you knew, no doubt you would have noticed him before. Tall, handsome, a scar across his mouth that only made him look more attractive, and he certainly looked older.

He was working on his laptop at a corner table in the back while you took a seat to do the same but at the other end of the cafeteria, right in front of the window. You swore you could feel his gaze on you a couple of times.

Three days later you saw him again, same place, almost the same time. Your eyes met his again as always, but this time he smiled at you, you did the same and then tried to ignore him, which you knew would be an almost impossible mission since your eyes seemed to betray you, wanting to admire the beauty of that man.

Two more encounters passed before the action that “broke the ice” happened; when you called the waitress to pay for your order, but she told you with a smile that your bill had already been paid. You looked at her in disbelief, thinking it was a mistake. When she pointed out that the handsome man in the back had paid it, you tried your best not to blush. You’re almost sure that the waitress wanted to punch you since you asked her if she was serious about three more times to corroborate if it wasn’t a joke or even a dream.

It was real, but there was no way you were going to let him pay the bill just like that. So after thinking long and hard, and putting aside your nerves, you got up from your seat to head over to him.

“Excuse me? Sir?” You said in a timid voice when you were in front of him. The man stopped typing on his laptop to look at the source of the voice, smirking sideways when he noticed it was you.

“Yes?” God, his voice was attractive too.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but—” You cleared your throat before continuing, “The waitress told me that you paid for my bill, and although I’m grateful, I can’t accept it.”

He sighed as he leaned back in the seat, crossing his arms, the smile never leaving his face. “Why not?”

“I can’t let a stranger pay for my food.” You muttered, but before he opened his mouth to say anything, you decided to continue, “Why did you do it?”

“Just because I wanted to.” He shrugged, downplaying the situation. “I don’t need another reason.” What a lie.

“I’ll pay you back.” You said as you tried to grab your wallet, but his mocking laughter made you stop. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re adorable.” He said it so casually, almost making you blush, yes, almost. “I won’t take the money. Don’t even try.”

“I insist.”

He rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee, you tried to stand your ground, avoiding looking at the way his arm muscles showed through the long-sleeved shirt he wore. Once he returned the cup to the table, he looked up at you again, but now more seriously.

“You want to pay me that badly?” You nodded. “Then why don’t you sit with me?”

You opened your eyes in shock and gulped before you spoke, “What?”

“Sit with me.” He gestured to the seat in front of him before resting his chin on his hand, waiting for your decision.

You took one last look around the cafeteria while thinking a thousand things per second. It would be okay if you accepted his proposal, right? You were in a public place, surrounded by people, he was nice, he paid for your food. Besides, he was the man who had taken over some of your thoughts with his perfect figure and the mystery that surrounded him for the last few days.

You sighed before taking a seat, and he couldn’t be more grateful that you did. He extended his hand to you, which, somewhat nervously, you took, and he gave it a light squeeze. Wow, your hand felt pretty small compared to his.

“I’m Toji.” You gave him a smile before telling him your name.

Yeah. Nothing extraordinary.

After you had the opportunity to learn more about this mysterious man, you knew there would be no turning back. Your mind was possessed by him just minutes after you sat down; not only was he handsome, but he was quite funny and interesting. Maybe it was too soon, but you liked him, and at that moment you wished that wasn’t a one time thing.

He was a little older than you, well, a little too old. Fifteen years wasn’t a big difference, was it?

But if you didn’t care, he cared even less.

When you first spoke in the cafeteria, Toji did so with because he wanted to take you to bed with him; you were very attractive after all. But after having a conversation with you, he wanted much more.

You were everything he was looking for, a young, beautiful, intelligent and wealthy woman.

But above all, manipulable.

Toji knew you had issues. In fact, he noticed a few weeks after meeting you, when you started telling him about your family life.

How your father never paid attention to you and was hardly ever home, leaving you thousands of dollars to spend as compensation for his lack of presence. Also, how he slept with other women and didn’t even bother to hide it. On the other hand, there was your mother, who spent her time being a depressed housewife thanks to her husband’s constant cheating, smoking and drinking at all hours. You even told him how you once heard your poor mom beg your father not to leave her even though he was the one who cheated on her. In the end, he left, leaving a void that Toji wanted to fill.

What he thought was quite nice—and sad, of course—was how calmly and normally you talked about it. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Toji took his time in gaining your trust, always telling you what you wanted, or rather, needed to hear. Hiding his true intentions under a smile and nice words. He had a goal, that you fall in love with him so hard that you wouldn’t know how to live without him. And oh honey, you couldn’t have made it easier for him.

You were just so vulnerable. You only wanted to feel loved and wanted, and he’d give you that. He would make you feel like the most special woman in the universe.

Asking you if you had eaten, how was your day, how was college, if you needed anything, buying gifts, telling you how much he loved you and cared about you. Little details that even though they are normal in a relationship, meant so much more to you.

He knew what he was doing.

One day, you were at his house, he was listening attentively to you telling about how your essay had been the best in your class, when you finished, he took your cheeks in his hands and gave you a short kiss before saying: “I’m so proud of you.”

You didn’t know what happened at that moment, it was as if something moved in your chest, the tears started to come on their own as you heard the words you wished you had heard all your life.

“Honey, why are you crying?” He asked, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure why his words shocked you so much, so you just hugged him and mumbled a «thank you», his mischievous smile adorned his face as he caressed your back in comfort.

When you told your friends about him, some of them were excited about you dating an older man, but one of them was worried about you. But you justified yourself by saying that guys your age were immature and stupid, that they could never give you what someone older could, swearing that you didn’t have any issues. Toji thought you looked pretty cute when you said that. But of course, he didn’t like it at all that this friend of yours told you that he wasn’t good for you, that he might be using you and other shit. So he told you that the best thing you could do, if you wanted to stay with him, was to not listen to her words and walk away, so you did.

You never had any suspicion of what he was doing with you, even if someone else told you, how could you? You were blinded by his love. Toji was your boyfriend, things were serious with him; your mom had met him and said she thought he was decent (Honestly, she didn’t give a shit and that played to Toji’s advantage). You met his ten-year-old son and got along well with him, the boy adored you. Everything was fine, there was no possibility that he was manipulating you.

For his part, he couldn’t be happier with the results he was getting. You were like his trophy girlfriend. His ego soared to its limits when his friends would look at you with hungry eyes, some even wanting to make a move on you, but you wouldn’t even turn to look at them, entranced by the man holding your hand. But then, they would make fun of you behind your back, asking how you could be so foolish as to fall in love with someone like Fushiguro. And he, after laughing at his friends’ comments, would just shrug it off, telling them they were just jealous.

After a year and a half of relationship, you were at a point where you would do anything he asked for, you couldn’t say no to him. Anything to keep him happy and satisfied, and more important, to keep him by your side. And he loved that power he had over you; he knew that if he asked you to get on all fours on the floor and bark, you would do it. But don’t worry, he wouldn’t do that, he liked you too much to humiliate you in such a way, although the idea was not out of the question.

Fuck, he was destroying you and couldn’t even feel bad about it.

And please, don’t think he didn’t have feelings for you, he fucking did. It may have started as a game, but it had become something close to an obsession. That’s why his actions, even if it was wrong, because he knew it was. Taking advantage of someone’s traumas wasn’t very moral, but he was never a moral man to begin with, if he was, he wouldn’t have set his eyes on you in the first place.

Yes, he loves you. But listen, it was never said that he at least tried to act like a good boyfriend and respect the relationship.

Toji grabbed his phone from the nightstand, a picture of his beautiful girlfriend as his wallpaper smiling at him as he unlocked it to open his calling app and press your name decorated with a heart. He held the phone to his ear waiting for you to answer, at the same time, he winked and blew a kiss to the woman who at that moment was smilingly walking out the door of the motel he was at. Sure, he would never fuck other women under the roof of his house, in the place he used to share with you, in the bed where he fucked you. How thoughtful he was, someone give him a prize.

“Hey.” You answered the call in a sweet voice.

“Hi. How are you, baby?” He asked, getting out of bed to put on his boxers, which were lying across the room.

“Good, I just got out of my last class. How about you, love?” You spoke as you said goodbye to your friends, who rolled their eyes when they realized that the person who had called you was your boyfriend.

“I’m just finishing some work.” Before you could ask him what he was working on, he continued, “Have you eaten anything yet?” He placed the phone between his shoulder and his ear to put on his pants.

“No, I’m on my way to the library, I need to finish my essay.”

“You’re such a good girl, you know?” He smiled when he heard your shy laugh as he finished putting on his shirt. “You have time for me tonight, right?”

Usually you would respond with a ‘sure’ as soon as he finished speaking, but you kept quiet, Toji clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“You don’t?”

“Hum. I wanted to tell you that—” You couldn’t control the nervousness in your voice. “A friend of mine is having a party tonight, and, he invited me.”

“He?” His voice was an octave lower, annoyance taking hold of him.

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

“What’s this guy’s name?” He asked.

“Satoru, but— my girl friends are going too.”

“Look, honey. I don’t care if your friends go, but I’m offended that you’d rather go to a party than spend time with me.”

Of course, there were times when you wanted to do things outside the box that Toji liked to keep you in, and on these occasions, he had to put you in your place, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?

“It’s not like that, I just—”

“Listen to me, you’re not going.”

“But—”

On another occasion, you wouldn’t have insisted. But for some reason you really wanted to go, maybe because of your friends’ complaints that because of your boyfriend you didn’t go out with them anymore, maybe because finals were coming up and you didn’t have time to have fun in your last months at college. Maybe it was a combination of both.

But, even if you didn’t want to admit it, it was true. Your time was divided between two things, school and Toji. Yes, sometimes, you would go out with your friends shopping or to a coffee shop, but you preferred not to as they would always try to tell you how your older boyfriend was no good for you. Even when they were excited about the idea in the beginning, as time went on they realized many things that you didn’t.

Toji was always jealous and possessive, even when he didn’t put into practice what he demanded so much of you. He didn’t like you going out to those college parties, where a lot of hormonal boys would be rolling their dirty eyes at you. But what was now getting on his nerves was how you thought you could just walk away to a party without even asking his opinion. He hated not being in control.

The good thing—for him—it’s that he knew how to get his way, exactly what he had to say and do to make you submit.

“In case you no longer want to be with me, I’ll understand.”

At that moment, you felt as if something inside you was breaking into a thousand pieces. Your stomach churned, just as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant, I just wanted to—”

“Honey, I know what you meant, if you’d rather go to another man’s house for a party, it would be better if we break up so you can go with a clear mind.”

You stood in the middle of the campus practically shaking, while he was already inside his car, fiddling with the keys between his fingers.

It was funny how just an hour ago he was inside another woman, but here he is, making a bit of drama. That’s how blatant he was.

“Stop it! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I won’t go.” You said in the middle of your crying, trying to ignore the curious looks of passing students. “I’ll go with you, I’m sorry, it was just a stupid idea.”

A moment of silence formed, where only his breathing and your crying could be heard on the call. You felt your heart want to burst out of your chest as you waited for his answer.

Toji just wanted to torture you a little, so after keeping quiet for a moment, he decided to answer you while a smirk formed on his face, “That’s my girl.”

You sighed with relief when you heard his words.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, wiping away your tears with your hand.

“It’s okay, stop crying, sweetie. I’ll pick you up at eight, okay?”

The clock showed ten o’clock, you were on his couch, your body resting on his while you watched a movie. His hands were on your back underneath your shirt, occasionally caressing your skin down to your butt, covered only by your underwear since Toji had shed your shorts moments before.

Even when his touch felt good, your mind was somewhere else.

“It’s everything okay, baby? You had been unusually quiet since we were in the car.” He whispered, taking your chin in his hand to make you look at him.

“It’s nothing.” Your answer made him frown. It was obvious what was wrong with you, but he wanted to hear it come from your pretty lips.

“What do you mean it’s nothing? Come on, tell me. I’m listening.” He sat with you still on his lap, his hands coming down to caress your thighs.

“Promise me you won’t be mad at me.”

“Just tell me.”

You took a deep breath, gaining courage before speaking,

“You scared me today, I really thought you were going to break up with me.” You said with some nervousness in your voice as you fiddled with the gold chain hanging from his neck.

“I would never want to break up with you, you know that. But sometimes it seems like you leave me no choice. You make me believe that you don’t want to be with me.”

“I want to be with you, more than anything. I just wanted to hang out with my friends.” His grip on your thighs grew stronger with your words, and though you tried, you couldn’t stop the next ones, “I don’t know why that’s such a problem.”

He rolled his eyes before bringing his face dangerously close to yours, you could tell you had angered him. “You wanna know why? Do I really need to explain it?”

“What bothers me is that you think you have the freedom to do whatever you want when you are with me.” He continued, “My opinion doesn’t matter to you?”

You gulped before answering, “It does.”

“So why are you acting like a bitch? Why was this party so important anyway?” You were looking down into your lap, trying to avoid his gaze, just like a scolded child. He cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks with his hand harder than necessary. “Don’t tell me you were expecting to see someone?”

“What? No!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t think of any other reason. Is that Satoru guy? That’s why you wanted to go to his fucking party, huh? So he could fuck you.”

Toji noticed how tears threatened to flow from your eyes. He knew he was exaggerating, you could never cheat on him even by mistake, but his obsession with having control over you was bigger than common sense, and if he needed to create drama, he would.

“No! He’s just my friend, I swear! I’ll never—” You tried to explain, but your words were interrupted by his.

“Shut up.”

He grabbed you by the waist to pull you off his lap and position you on the couch while he stood up to look down at you with his arms crossed, making the veins in them stand out.

You had always felt much smaller than him, but now it seemed you were so much more.

“Maybe this is what I get for dating a younger woman.”

You felt your soul leave your body, the tears you had been holding back slipped down your cheeks. Where was all this going?

“Don’t say that.”

“I think the best would be to end our relationship here and now.”

He turned and started walking towards his room, you quickly stood up to follow him and took his arm, making him stop a few steps away.

“Toji! Please… please.” Your voice cracked thanks to your growing tears. “I’d never cheat on you!”

He clicked his tongue and turned to look at you.

“Why are you crying? Shouldn’t you be happy? So you won’t have anyone to stop you from going to parties and fucking other men?” With his free hand he took yours to remove it from his arm. “Take this as a favor.”

No, he couldn’t leave you. He can’t. What would you be without him? You loved him. You needed him. And you would do whatever it took to keep him from leaving.

So you didn’t think twice when you got down on your knees on the floor and grabbed the edge of his shirt.

This wasn’t the first time you had gotten down on your knees before Toji, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Please, don’t leave me.” You begged amid sobs. “Please.”

At that moment you saw yourself reflected in your mother, those nights she begged your father not to leave. It was humiliating. But that didn’t matter, because even if it didn’t work for her, it could work for you, right?

“Why should I?” He questioned, cocking his head.

“I’m nothing without you, please don’t leave. I love you.” You leaned your head against his leg, tears wetting his pants as your fists wrinkled his shirt.

Toji almost felt bad. But god, seeing you on your knees begging him not to leave you, his ego went through the roof. He wished you could see how beautiful you looked at that moment. Having that kind of power over someone was such a turn-on that it couldn’t compare to the effect of any drug.

He brought one of his hands to your head, stroking your hair as a kind of comfort as you cried.

“You love me?” You looked up at him when he whispered his question, he took the opportunity to wipe away your tears with his thumb.

“I do. A lot.”

Toji smiled mischievously and ran his tongue across his lips before speaking.

“Show me then.”

You understood what he meant, so you quickly grabbed the band of his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his half-hard member. You took it in your hand to start stroking it up and down.

There was no other way you liked to please Toji more than sexually. At this point you were practically an expert in everything he liked, and you were more than proud of it. You liked to make him feel good, whatever the circumstance. And if that’s what he wanted now, you’d be more than glad to do it, much more if it would make him stay.

When he was fully erect you licked the tip which caused him to gasp and his muscles to tense. You didn’t want to make him wait any longer, so you took him all the way into your mouth at once, moving your head back and forth, flicking your tongue at the same time as you stroked with your hand what didn’t fit in your mouth.

You put it all in your mouth, your nose bumping into his pubic hair, you managed to stick your tongue out and lick his balls. Toji threw his head back, he loved when you did that.

“Shit.” He groaned taking your hair in his fist to keep you still, so he could fuck himself into your mouth.

His pace was brutal from the start, your tears kept falling as you did your best to breathe through your nose and avoid your gag reflex. You didn’t want to fail him.

“This is what you wanted to do with him? Deepthroat his dick like you do with mine.” He asked between gasps.

He knew you couldn’t answer with his cock torturing your poor throat, so he continued,

“But you’re mine, right?” He smiled as he closed his eyes, feeling his climax near. “Yes—god—you fucking are.” He mumbled more to himself.

Toji stopped moments before his orgasm, letting you enjoy a moment of freedom before he forced you to your feet by pulling your hair to kiss you, his tongue colliding with yours and biting your lip to such an extent that he could taste a little blood.

He started walking without breaking the kiss until he was in front of the couch, where he turned you around and pushed you with your back facing him, your knees rested in the plush while you supported your body with your hands on the backrest.

Your boyfriend remained standing to practically tear your underwear, which ended up poorly hanging from your leg. Then, he leaned in close enough until his lips brushed against your ear. One of his hands took your hair in a tight grip and the other began to caress the skin of your ass.

“It makes me sick just thinking that you were going to put a party over me today.” He whispered, moving his hand to your crotch and begin to make circles on your clit with two of his fingers. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m sorry.” You moaned, closing your eyes to the stimulation. Tears kept coming out of your eyes, it was amazing how you had never stopped crying. What he said kept piercing your mind.

“I know you’re sorry, baby, I know you are. But I can’t just forget about that.” Toji inserted his fingers inside you, moving them slowly in and out, wetting them with your fluids. “It just makes me wonder if I’m wasting my time with you.”

“Please, don’t say that.” His words hurt you like stabs in the chest, and he said them for that very purpose. He took the fight too far? No doubt about it. Did he care? You fucking wish.

“I can say whatever I want.”

He withdrew his fingers to take his cock and align it with your entrance, sliding the tip across your labia to lubricate himself. It didn’t take long when he pushed himself all the way inside you, groaning at the sensation of your walls around him.

He grabbed you by the hips to support himself so he could start ramming you without mercy. The sound of skin colliding echoed in the room, your body moved back and forth by the force of him thrusting his hips.

You tried to suppress your moans as you felt him sink deep inside you, but it became almost impossible when one of his hands reached down to stimulate your clit again.

“Fuck.” He moaned when he felt you squeeze him. How could he not be obsessed with you when you were so tight?

Toji placed his free hand on your neck as he pressed his chest against your back in an attempt to feel you closer to him. You could hear his accelerated breathing in your ear causing you to tingle.

You felt your orgasm begin to build in your belly, he knew your body better than anyone, so he pressed his fingers a little harder and quickened his pace to make you cum faster.

You threw your head forward on the backrest when you finally reached your high, your legs faltered but Toji didn’t give you time to recover after the explosion of pleasure you felt as he chased his own climax, feeling in heaven when you came around his cock.

He put one leg up on the couch to give himself better support so he could thrust deeper into you as he moved his hands to dig his nails into the flesh of your hips.

“I’m gonna cum.” He announced amidst his groans.

You didn’t even get a chance to tell him to pull out when he was already filling your pussy with his warm cum. He even continued to slide in and out at a slow pace until he was sure he was done.

Toji stayed inside you for a few minutes while he caught his breath before pulling out of you, he also spent a few seconds appreciating how his white liquid came out of your hole before adjusting his pants and taking off his shirt to use it to clean the excess fluids from your bodies.

Once he finished, he tossed the shirt across the room to sit on the couch next to you, patting his lap as a cue for you to sit on it.

“Come here.”

You did as he said, his hands automatically going to the skin of your ass to caress it as he began to leave wet kisses on your neck. You brought your hands to his head to stroke his black hair gently in an attempt to relax him.

His green eyes met yours, he took advantage of the eye contact to appreciate your beauty. God, he felt so lucky to have a woman like you wrapped around his finger.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You smiled at his praise, your cheeks blushing slightly.

“Toji? Is everything okay between us now?” You asked nervously.

“It is, honey, don’t worry.” He replied squeezing your cheek a little. “You just have to understand that I want the best for both of us. What you did today made me believe that my opinion doesn’t matter to you.”

“It does matter. What you think is much more important than a stupid party.” You said, and he gave a half smile.

He placed a short kiss on your cheek before adding, “And I have to admit, it makes me insecure about you going to those kinds of parties, full of college boys that you might like better than this old man you’re dating.”

Yes, he was playing the victim. But you didn’t see it that way, you just saw your poor boyfriend feeling insecure because of you.

“I only want you, you know that, I don’t care about other guys, least of all those immature college guys.” You gave him a short kiss on the lips before continuing, “I’m sorry again, I don’t want you to feel that way ever again because of me.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged.

“I love you.” You said wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder.

When you could no longer see his face, Toji smiled mischievously. Once again he had made you cry, once again he had made you beg on your knees for him, once again he had gotten away with taking advantage of your vulnerability. He destroyed you once again and still didn’t feel bad about it.

He kissed your head before whispering in your ear,

“I love you too.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— one shots #— jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fic #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji x you #jjk toji

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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PLUSHIE — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, swearing. word count: 1k.

summary: rindō will get you that plushie, no matter what.

Rindou had found immense pleasure in planning dates to different places—even when the two of you could spend hours doing nothing on your living room couch, just enjoying each other's company—he liked to get out of the routine by taking you to the movies, concerts, clubs, even hiking or to the gym. Well, he is an active person, he likes to do too much and more if it is with you.

The place chosen for today’s date was an arcade, he had come along with Ran and Shion a while ago and thought it would be a great place to bring you.

It was fun, playing pac-man, galaga, street fighter, air field hockey—where he let you win but you didn’t need to know that—, compete with you in the DDR. It was certainly a perfect date.

Until you got the idea to go to the claw machines.

There was a machine that caught your attention, one that contained different stuffed animals, but Rindou knew his girlfriend perfectly well and knew instantly that you would want to try specifically for that penguin that was right in the middle; he was very aware of your obsession with those animals, heck, he had given you too many things related to them for the same reason.

So he wasn’t surprised when you said “Rin, let’s try here. That penguin is so cute.”

It all started there, when he watched with a smile as you focused on winning that plushie, it even gave him tenderness how you slightly stuck out your tongue when you were concentrating. But you failed, not one, not two, but three times. That’s when he, with some cockiness in his voice said to you, “Babe, leave it to me.”

Big mistake.

The thing is, it’s been about thirty minutes since he started trying to win that damn plushie. He had even told another kid who asked him what time he planned to vacate the machine to go fuck himself, sending him crying back to his mother and earning a threatening look from the woman and you.

Speaking of you, it was obvious you were already desperate, telling him from time to time to leave it at that, that the stuffed animal wasn’t that cute anyway— but you knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and there was no way to change his mind.

When Rindou Haitani had a goal, he would not give up until he achieved it.

He would win that fucking stuffed animal for you, and then he would give it to you saying ‘I told you I’d make it’ and you would smile at him all pretty, and hug him, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him and that he’s the best boyfriend in the world, and in the end you could walk away from this Arcade triumphant with another successful date.

“FUCK!” He shouted for about the thousandth time when the penguin slipped out of the claw again before reaching the hole. “I swear this shit must be rigged.”

You rolled your eyes for about the thousandth time as well before sighing, “Rindou, everyone knows it is. So how about we get going?” Your new attempt was also in vain, as he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved black t-shirt, adjusted his glasses and took more coins out of his pocket.

“Just one more time doll, I swear I have a good feeling about this one.” You folded your arms in frustration, watching as the game began and Rindou concentrated as if his life was at stake. “I’ll get this fuckin’ penguin for you. Trust me.”

You loved your boyfriend, really, you loved him so much, but there were times (like this) that you just wanted to kill him (with love of course).

You weren’t even surprised when the stuffed animal slipped out of the claw just seconds after it grabbed it. “No, no, no… fuck!” Rindou slammed both of his fists against the glass in defeat, looking at the penguin as if he had taken everything in life from him, and honestly, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad; and the sudden pain in your chest only multiplied with his next words, “I’m sorry.”

Yes, he’s a stubborn guy and that’s sometimes maddening, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked so defeated just because he wanted to get you something you wanted and luck didn’t seem to be in his favor.

“It’s okay.” You said hugging him from behind and left a kiss on his back before continuing to speak, “It’s not your fault, you know this is rigged.”

“Not only is that, I ruined our date.” Your boyfriend stated, still tense in your grip around his body. “And that’s thanks to this damn machine that sure hates me.”

“What do you mean? I’ve never seen someone antagonize a claw machine for me before, it was a great date for me.” You kissed his shoulder in comfort and he let out a chuckle. “Wanna try again? Or you wanna leave?”

You observed how he seemed to be in a mental debate before speaking, “It’s getting late, we should go.”

“You sure?” Rindou turned with a half smile on his face and gave you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah, let’s get some ice cream on the way.” And with his hand intertwined with yours, he guided you out of that place.

But if you thought Rindou would just give up, you were completely wrong.

You were actually surprised when on your next date with your boyfriend, two days later, he arrived at your house with that damn plushie in his hands and a triumphant smile on his face.

“Told you I’d make it.” Rindou said proudly as you took the penguin in your hands and you hugged him with affection.

“I love you— You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know?” You exclaimed taking his face between your hands to join your lips with his in a happy kiss. “Did you really go back to the arcade just to get it?”

“Sure I did, and well, I got some help…”

And then he told you how he dragged Ran and Shion with him to the Arcade yesterday and forced them to take turns at the damn claw machine for over an hour until one of the three of them could get that fucking plushie.

+ notes: i feel that this is not as good and didn't turn out as i expected, but still wanted to share it with you.

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— drabbles #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou scenarios #rindou x y/n #rindou x you #rindou drabble #haitani rindou imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev fluff

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gabseyoo · 1 year

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i wanna be yours

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader.┆wc: 5,9k.

summary: your usual smoking date with your best friend takes an unexpected turn after a certain song starts playing.

content: modern au, friends to lovers, pining, feelings realization, stoner!suna, stoner!reader, drug use (weed), drugged sex, shotgunning, kissing, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding, spanking, manhandling, light masochism/sadism, unprotected sex, creampie.

Sunarin:

r u still coming???

or what

don’t stand me up

You held back your laughter when you saw his messages, you had agreed to meet at 8 pm and it was 8:03, and yet he was already doubting your visit to his place; by the way, you found it funnier because you were just about to knock on the door of his apartment— so instead of continuing with your previous action, you decided to answer his text.

You:

open the door.

Only a few seconds later, a Suna Rintarou dressed only in athletic shorts and a black tank top opened the door, “Looks like I manifested you.” He said, stepping aside to let you in. “Why are you late?”

“I told you I was on my way ten minutes ago, why you still ask when I’m only late by like, three minutes?” You joked as you took off your jacket, which Suna then took to hang on the coat rack by his door.

“I never know when you might get lost on the way, you’re clumsy.” He flicked your forehead to emphasize his words, “Excuse me for worrying about you.”

You dramatically gasped before giving him a light punch on the arm. “Better say you couldn’t wait to see me.”

“I don’t think so.” You noticed how a chuckle threatened to escape his lips before he continued, “I was actually asking just to know if I was starting without you or not.”

“You can’t wait three minutes?” You poked your finger playfully at his stomach, to which he jumped back quickly. You knew he was ticklish, so that area of his body was an easy target to tease him.

“Of course not,” He snorted, “I value my time.”

“Yeah, right.”

You walked behind him on your way to his living room, and although his house was already somewhat familiar to you, you never got tired of admiring how cozy and masculine it was. Some vinyls hung on the wall as decoration, the occasional painting or photo from his high school days, also the music that almost always played from the sound system in his living room, which was now playing Post Malone. The whole place screamed Suna Rintarou and maybe that’s why you liked it.

Not because you liked Suna, but because you liked his style.

Already in front of the couch, he plopped down on it and then leaned forward to the coffee table where a half-done joint lay, which he took in his hands to finish it while you sat next to him.

These smoking dates had started about a year ago, shortly after meeting Rintarou through mutual friends at a party where you two ended up smoking weed at three in the morning on the host’s old couch. You and him got along so well that since then, you’ve been messaging each other daily, going out to eat or hang out, and occasionally getting together for a smoke, —like right now— but of course, everything as friends.

Your friends were actually surprised at how far you and Suna had come without fucking, they found it hard to believe how two attractive people could spend so much time together, even under the influence of alcohol or drugs, without becoming affectionate. And the truth was that you didn’t know either, not even Rintarou did; it just hadn’t happened and it wasn’t like you wanted to ruin the strange friendship you had developed.

It was a nice friendship. Lately you have become more comfortable with each other. Suna doesn’t even bother to wear a shirt in your presence anymore, the same when he visits your apartment and you feel comfortable enough to let him in when you only have a towel covering your body because you just got out of the shower, or wear your extremely revealing pajamas regardless of whether you flashed something or not; you even talked about each other’s sexual experiences as if it was nothing— by this point you could say that you guys were like best friends, right?

Comfort and confidence, that was how you and Suna Rintarou felt about each other, and that’s more than okay.

“It amazes me how fast you can do these things.” You spoke, watching him roll the joint in less than a minute and run it across his tongue to seal it.

“What can I say, practice makes perfect.” Suna said with that cocky smile of his, scanning the joint one last time before handing it to you, “There you go— and wait for me, you little eager thing.” He added, pointing you accusingly, to which you rolled your eyes as you took the cannabis stick.

“Killjoy.”

As you played with the joint between your fingers, you admired the way he made another one. You always found it strangely entertaining to watch him do his thing, the way the veins in his hands stood out a little as he moved them, how he placed the weed on the paper and the skillful, almost automatic way he rolled it. But your favorite part was always when he brought his little creation to his mouth to seal it, and as if he knew this, your gaze and his met as he slowly ran his tongue over the rolling paper. Fuck, why is he doing it so slow? He looks stupid.

Out of sheer pride you refused to give up the little staring game that had randomly started, but as always, Rintarou found a way to make you lose, this time by asking a question decorated with a smirk, “Like what you see?”

You frowned and leaned against the backrest, “You wish.”

“How do you know?” The mocking tone did not go unnoticed in his response, and although you wanted to give him a well-deserved kick, you preferred to bring the joint to your lips. He was quick to light it for you using the black lighter, which you had in fact given him, to then light his own and begin the little smoking date.

It was almost always like this, just you and him in his living room, with background music playing on shuffle while you smoked and talked about everything and nothing.

One second you could be talking about the gossip going on in your circle of friends, then the standings in Formula 1, and then you would end up talking about alien conspiracies. The best thing is that these conversations didn’t always have to be under the influence of cannabis, you could be completely sober and still have a good time; and maybe that’s why you loved spending time with him and he with you.

“Remember this girl I told you about?” He broke the comfortable silence suddenly with his question. “We don’t talk anymore.”

You inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled it before answering, “The girl you were shotgunning at the twins’ party last week?” You didn’t expect to sound this specific, but you blamed the weed for making you loosen your tongue.

“Yeah, that— wait. How did you know that? You didn’t even go to the party.” He looked at you suspiciously as he inhaled more smoke into his lungs.

“You seem to forget that half of your friends have me in their close friends.”

“Assholes. I’ll tell them to block you.”

“So you can blow smoke into other girls' mouths without me noticing?” Although your words could be mistaken for jealousy on their own, the mocking tone with which you said them showed that you were just teasing him.

Suna answered your question with a simple mhm since he had the blunt between his lips again, so you added a playful, “You’re breaking my heart.”

Your last sentence made him let out the smoke he had just inhaled along with a chuckle, “Don’t be jealous. You know I’m faithful to you.”

This was also normal between you and Suna Rintarou. This kind of teasing. Several times people who had overheard you would mistake that you were flirting or even ask if you were dating, only to surprise them by saying that you were just friends and that was the way you got along.

“Yeah, right—” For some reason, his statement almost brought a smile to your face, but you concealed it by continuing the topic of conversation. “Anyway, what happened to that girl in the end? You just told me she liked you.”

You had heard about this girl just two weeks ago, when Suna told you that she had asked him out and he accepted because she was pretty hot, ‘But not as hot as you, don’t be jealous.’ you remembered him saying, to which you responded with your famous ‘You wish’.

Although, if you dug a little deeper inside yourself, you could find a certain sense of relief that whatever he had with her was short-lived.

“She wasn’t my type.”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, “If I remember correctly, you said your type was a hot girl who smokes weed. What do you mean she wasn’t your type?”

“Well, she wasn’t my type’s type.” He retorted, rolling his eyes making you giggle. “But… you want me to tell you the truth?” The question caught your attention, not only out of curiosity to know what he was going to say but also because of the serious tone with which he said it.

But, if your hunch was right—and knowing him—it was probably going to be something silly. Still, you nodded. “Tell me.”

He took his time to take one more drag of his now half-smoked joint, his now red eyes met yours as he exhaled the smoke and a half smile appeared on his face before he said, “I found out you’re the only one I like to blow smoke into her mouth.”

Neither of you stopped looking at each other for… how long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? Who knows. But that was before you let out a laugh—perhaps out of sheer nervousness or because you actually found his remark funny—and instantly, Suna started laughing too. As you thought, silly.

“Good one, Rin.” You said as you stilled your laughter, going back to inhaling more smoke and avoiding his gaze at all costs. You didn’t want to admit it, but before that little fit of laughter, you felt your heart race and your stomach flip because you didn’t expect him to say something like that in such a serious way, but let’s say it was because of the effect of the cannabis that was starting to kick in and not because of anything else.

“You don’t believe me?” The playful tone in his voice was back, “Look at me.”

You didn’t even have time to ask what he was going to do, because as soon as you turned your face in his direction again, he was already aggressively blowing the smoke right in your face.

“Idiot! It almost got into my eyes!” You shouted, punching him on the shoulder while the bastard had the audacity to laugh. If you didn’t like his laugh as much as you do, you’d probably bury the lit joint in his mouth. “Asshole.”

“I-I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” He managed to say as he stilled his laughter and you immediately felt his hand on your wrist to get your attention again. “You mad?”

Honestly, you could never be seriously mad at him no matter how much you wanted to be, and he was such a bastard that you knew he used that soft spot you had for him to his advantage. But that ‘soft spot’ didn’t mean you always let him have it easy; so between giving up easily or insulting him, you decided the latter, “Fuck you.”

And as if he had already been waiting for that answer from you, he just laughed. “I’m sorry. Let’s do it again.”

If you didn’t have an almost finished joint in your hand, you would have folded your arms to add more drama to the childish remark you were about to say, “I’m afraid to tell you that you’ve just lost your shotgunning privileges, Sunarin.”

“Noo, those are my favorites.” He pouted, and his index finger began to poke your arm insistently. “Y/N, c’mon, just once. Pleasee?”

Okay, he’s acting like a child, with that tone of voice, that pout in his mouth and the bambi eyes he’s directing at you in order to get you to give in. Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to be so cu— sorry, irritating?

So for the sake of your patience, you said, “You blow smoke in my face like that again and I’ll kill you.”

His triumphant smile made you roll your eyes, “Promise.”

You left your joint on the ashtray on the coffee table before leaning back and resting your head on the back of the couch, making yourself comfortable; Suna did the same, imitating your posture so you ended up having his face only a few inches away.

From that closeness you could appreciate in detail the features of his face; from the captivating green of his eyes to the light pink of his lips, you could even feel his breath mingling with yours and for a moment you forgot the main reason why you had gotten so close.

“Ready?” He asked before bringing the joint to his mouth.

Your little mhm was enough for him to finish inhaling the smoke and move a little closer to the point where your noses were touching.

You opened your mouth slightly as he began to blow (now slowly) the smoke into it which you gladly received; and, as if the universe wanted to turn that moment into a movie scene, a song you knew very well started to play on the speakers: I wanna be yours, by Arctic Monkeys.

“I fucking love that song.” You whispered, letting the smoke out of your mouth and closed your eyes in an attempt to enjoy the melody more.

You heard Suna mumble a me too and then start singing along with you and Alex Turner’s voice.

You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours…

A second before the chorus started, you decided to open your eyes again, finding Suna with his cheek slightly squashed against the back of the couch—you couldn’t help but think it looked kinda cute—and with his reddened eyes fixed on you, had he been staring at you like that the whole time?

Without taking your eyes off his, you decided to keep singing the chorus under your breath.

I wanna be yours, wanna be yours…

Rintarou smirked before asking in a whisper, “Are you singing it to me?”

And ignoring again the nervous beating of your heart, you replied, “You wish.”

“Actually, I do.”

In the blink of an eye, his lips were already on yours and you never thought you would be responding to a kiss from Suna Rintarou as fast as you did, you didn’t even think twice, you just let yourself go, tasting his mouth with your tongue and bringing one of your hands to his cheek.

One of his hands went to your thigh and you got the message quickly— you slipped one leg over his without breaking the kiss to sit on his lap, immediately he grunted in satisfaction and his hands settled on your hips.

Dozens of thoughts were going through your mind every second, thoughts like: God. His mouth tastes like weed, will mine taste the same? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why does it feel so right? Maybe I’ve wanted this for a long time. Is it possible that I like my best friend? No, gross. But....

Fuck, he kisses so good.

Maybe you liked Suna Rintarou more than you thought.

Fuck, she kisses so good.

Rintarou is actually surprised that you kissed him back, he had mentally prepared himself for the rejection, imagining you pushing him and yelling at him why he did it, even he was ready to laugh and blame it on the weed and the heat of the moment.

Yes, maybe the weed and the heat of the moment influenced a little, but only in the bravery part, because he had wanted to taste your lips for a long time, and now that he had the pleasure of doing it, he wondered why he didn’t do it before.

Maybe because you were afraid of losing your friend, dumbass?

From the first night he met you he knew you were his type, a hot girl who smokes weed. But after talking to you until the wee hours of the morning—as corny as it sounds—he felt a connection with you; one that evolved over the months, reaching the point where he is now, secretly in love with his best friend.

And, love wasn’t the only thing that was gradually growing, but his desire for you too. Rintarou had lost count of the times he felt jealous of the guys you dated, of the times he had woken up with a boner from having wet dreams about you, of the times when he had a girl under him and for a moment he wished it was you instead. It was pathetic and he felt like a pervert; but he had reached his limit and that song, for some reason, only encouraged him more and he just said, fuck it.

Honestly, even though you were kissing him as if your life depended on it, he was still afraid you’d regret all this. So with all his willpower, he pulled away from you, dodging your lips when you tried to kiss him again, he couldn’t help feeling bad when he saw you pouting at his action.

“Y/N… are you okay with this?” He asked while circling his thumbs on your hips.

“Yes.” You replied as soon as the words left his mouth, pressing your lips to his once more, but despite following your kiss, he pulled away again seconds later. “Rin…” You whined.

God, you looked so needy you were driving him crazy. But first he had to make sure everything was okay before taking things any further.

“I just wanna know that you’re aware of what’s happening now.” He looked straight into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, of displeasure, of anything wrong, but no matter how hard he searched, he only saw a pretty pair of narrowed eyes full of desire.

“Yeah,” You grinned, caressing the exposed skin of his arms. “You kissed me, and I’m kissing you back.”

“Are you liking it?” You looked at him in disbelief while muttering a ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ so he continued, “I mean if you are like, really liking it and not just because of the weed.”

“Weed just makes it better.”

And you were fucking right, because when you gave up trying to kiss his lips and went down his neck, it seemed that his senses had been sharpened. He felt so sensitive to everything, to your breath, to the soft touch of your lips, to your tongue running down his neck, to your teeth biting his ear. It was like his body was reacting to everything, even the slightest movement— and it made him so fucking hard.

It would be a lie to say that Suna hadn’t fucked while high before, he knew it felt too good; but the fact that it was you he was getting physical with made it a thousand times better, and it was a total truth that he had never felt so needy for someone as he did now.

He let a pathetic moan escape his lips and his skin crawled with goose bumps when you sucked just below his ear.

“You won’t regret this later, right?” He whispered, his mouth pressed to your temple.

Your response was accompanied by your hands on his wrists, making him lower his grip to your ass, “I’ll only regret it if you disappoint me.” You took his chin in a strong grip to make him look at you, and after leaving a peck on his lips, you spoke again, “Don’t go easy on me. I like it rough.”

He felt as if something bestial possessed him as he kissed you again with much more fervor than before, squeezing your butt one last time before going to unbutton your jeans almost desperately. You helped him by standing up so he could pull down your garment and finally expose the nice black panties you were wearing.

Suna was quick to get on his knees in front of you and stick his nose against the black cloth that stood between your sex and him, but instead of pushing it aside, he concentrated on running his tongue over it just to tease you. The moan that came from your lips was so fucking angelic and incredibly hot that he could hardly believe it was because of him.

Without waiting any longer, he leaned his back against the couch, resting his head on the seat cushion while with his hands he pushed you towards him. You understood what he wanted to do immediately and you got on the couch, straddling his head.

After stretching his legs out for comfort, he finally pushed the fabric aside with his fingers and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy just waiting to be eaten.

“Keep it aside for me, okay?” He asked in a sweet voice. As soon as your fingers replaced his in the task of holding your panties, he gave you a hard spank to immediately press his tongue against your clit.

Your moans were so sweet, the sweetest he had ever heard in his life and perhaps the only ones he would ever want to hear from now on. Of course, if you wanted to.

Those sounds almost forced him to bring one of his hands to the edge of his shorts, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his already leaking cock and he began to stroke it up and down; fast enough to give himself relief, but slow enough not to cum.

His other hand was in charge of squeezing the flesh of your ass, leaving an occasional spank or holding you down to keep you from lifting your hips off his face at the stimulation. All while you had a strong grip on the backrest and your head thrown back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

It didn’t take long when your panting started to increase and you started to move your hips, practically riding his tongue. Suna guessed you were close, and surprisingly, you using him like that brought him closer to the edge too, so he decided to let his cock go and took his hands to your breasts under your shirt, no bra, as usual, so he could play with your nipples while you chased your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m—” You mumbled, and one more movement of your hips was enough for you to come undone, crushing Suna’s face in the process, but he let you— he let you and enjoyed every second of running his tongue all over your cunt, savoring the taste of your juices.

“Cumming that fast?” He mocked as soon as you lifted your body from his head. “I thought you were gonna last longer than that, baby.” It was the first time Rintarou called you by a petname in a non-sarcastic way, and it slipped so naturally from his lips that he might begin to like it.

“I-It’s the weed.” You tried to defend yourself from his teasing in a shaky voice, it seemed you were still processing the orgasm you just had and who had provoked it.

“Better say you liked my tongue.” Surprisingly, you didn’t reply anything, so he put his shaft back in his shorts to stand up as you sat up straight. This scene looked kind of cute, you sitting on the couch waiting for his next move and him standing in front of you, watching you like a hunter watching his prey. You made eye contact with him and had he continued to fist himself he would have cum at the sight of your post orgasm face.

Suna was quick to take off his shirt, revealing his worked abdomen and he swore he heard you sigh; then, a little roughly, he grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it up, and he too sighed at the sight of your bare breasts.

He had already had a few glimpses of them, those times when you didn’t wear a bra and he could see your nipples poking through your shirt; other times when he went to your house and you greeted him wearing nothing but one of your revealing pajamas, which showed a little too much every time you bent over. Out of respect and not looking like a pervert he used to turn his face away and pretend he didn’t see anything. He never thought he’d have the opportunity to see them for his pleasure and on top of that, the opportunity to touch them as he just did. And fuck, what a beautiful pair of tits.

He cupped your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks with his grip and shook your head from side to side in a playful motion. “You’re so fucking cute. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“And what you waitin’ for?” Your question was accompanied by your hands going to the edge of his shorts to pull him towards you, almost making him stumble causing him to giggle.

“Patience, pretty thing.” He moved his hands down to your hips, playing with the elastic of your panties before he began to pull them down and leave you completely naked.

This was almost like one of his best dreams.

Suna leaned over you again, kissing you once more and pushing you slowly until your back met the seat cushion with him on top of you. His hand went between your bodies until it made contact with your folds, and without hesitation, he inserted a finger slowly, and after checking that you were wet enough, he slipped another one. “I need to stretch you a little more so you can take me.”

No doubt you were quite sensitive, because as soon as he slipped another finger in and lowered his lips to your neck, he felt you begin to squeeze his digits, he took that as a sign that you were about to cum. God, he couldn’t wait for you to do that around his cock any longer.

A whine from you reached his ears as he withdrew his fingers—just before you reached your climax—to remove the last of his clothes as well, completely naked in front of you and rock hard. As soon as he was back on top of you, he took his shaft in his hand to line up at your entrance. “Ready?” He asked.

“Just do it.”

“Shit.” Rintarou grunted as soon as he pushed the tip inside you. He closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate on not cumming soon as he slid the rest in and felt how warm and tight your walls were. Fuck. He couldn’t believe you had been keeping that pussy from him for so long.

As soon as he opened his eyes and found the spot where you were connected, he couldn’t help but think how much he would destroy you tonight, how much he wanted to leave you sore until you couldn’t walk or sit for days, how much he wanted to see your body marked with his kisses, bites and even his handprints, god, he was losing his mind.

He roughly settled your legs on his shoulders and with a bruising grip on your thighs began to pound into you hard, mesmerized by the way your breasts swayed and the moans that left your mouth each time your skins collided noisily.

Suna was going so hard that you had to hold on to the edge of the couch to avoid being swept backwards with each thrust of his hips; your other hand went to your clit to begin stimulating it, perhaps chasing the orgasm Rin had thwarted with his fingers earlier.

Another time, he would have loved to slap your hand away, tell you that the times you’d cum would only be because of what he was giving you— but he was feeling so good with the way your walls began to squeeze him, he preferred to leave it at that and let you cum on his cock. There would be time for games later.

“Fuck!” You cried as you reached your second climax, arching your back and throwing your head back as you kept circling your sensitive bud to extend your pleasure as much as possible.

Suna swore it was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. He already knew that this moment would be engraved in his memory forever and that he’d surely jerk off with this image in his head in the future. Besides, he almost came right then and there when he felt the way your walls squeezed him so deliciously that he had to pull out for a second to recover before putting his cock back in and resuming his thing. Just look what you do to him.

He lowered your legs again, this time holding them below your knees to keep them open so he could keep ramming you as he lowered his head to your neck, immediately sucking and biting your skin with every intention of leaving marks. Your nails dug into his back, the slight pain felt pleasant to him, he already imagined that his back would be full of scratches, but he didn’t mind, on the contrary, he’d be honored that they were made by you.

“N-never thought you, shit, you had such a good pussy.” He spoke between gasps.

“Never thought you had such a big dick either, fuck, like that.”

“Like that?” He asked sarcastically as he pressed his forehead to yours, cupping your face with his large hand and squeezing your cheeks so he could kiss your lips. “You sound like a fucking porn star. You like how I’m fucking you?” His question could answer itself, but he needed to hear you say it.

The ‘mhm’ that left your lips wasn’t enough for him, so he tightened his grip on your face and stared into your teary eyes, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Your voice came out in the most sensual gasp he had ever heard.

“Good.” He kissed your forehead before leaving you, ignoring your whimper in protest and your confused look as he stood up to walk to the side of the couch.

You didn't expect it when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you without any gentleness until your hips were on top of the armrest and your back was still against the cushion. But that position didn’t last long, because Rintarou turned you roughly just a second later; your chest now in contact with the cushion as you were bent over the armrest, your ass up and at the mercy of Suna, who took advantage of the position to spank you hard. Like, really hard. Eliciting a cry of surprise from you.

He would have loved to take a picture of his handprint on your beautiful ass. This is what he calls a view.

Suna pushed his still hard cock back into you, groaning at the feeling of going deeper. Your pussy suddenly felt better, so much that he threw his head back in pleasure as he began to move his hips. His senses were heightened and edging himself for a while had already put him in a state of euphoria hard to explain.

He gripped your hips as he increased the force of his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to his longed-for climax. He wasn’t even cumming yet and could already imagine it was going to be mind-blowing.

More and more impacts of his hand met your ass while you asked him between murmurs for more or harder, only turning him on more with your beautiful voice making such lewd sounds to him and for him.

But what brought him to the peak of his euphoria were the words you moaned next, “Rin… come inside me, please.”

“Want my cum inside you, baby?” He asked with a smirk on his face, ready to give you all.

“Yes, please, I want you.”

“Just because you ask so nicely.”

That was all it took for him to thrust deeper and harder until his orgasm came. And what an orgasm. It was really intense and pleasurable, he felt it all over his body as he spilled all his cum inside you.

He even had to take a minute with his eyes closed while he controlled his breathing and tried to clear his mind before coming out of you, of course, immediately watching as his seed came out of your hole, leaking out and even landing on the armrest, but he didn’t care, he’d clean up later.

Tiredness took hold of him, and apparently of you too because you didn’t even make the slightest attempt to move. That’s okay, no matter how tired he felt, he’d still have the energy to take care of you.

“Hey, umm. Wanna go to the bed?”

An hour, after a quick shower with you, he was now more sober, and still with no regrets about what happened lying in his bed, with you.

Honestly, there was an awkward vibe between you two. You had limited yourselves to simply saying things like ‘can you pass me the shampoo’ or ‘do you want a t-shirt of mine’ while somehow ignoring that you had just had the most amazing sex of your lives.

He didn’t think you’d be willing to do aftercare, but here you were, lying against his chest.

There were many things going through his mind at that moment, you had been silent for a long time and that had led him to overthink. Yes, you were in bed with him. Yes, you had agreed to spend the night here with him. Still, he was afraid that you were just smoothing things over before you told him that this wouldn’t happen again and you got him the hell out of your life.

But he knew you, if that were the case, you would no longer be here, in his arms.

So what the fuck was he worrying about?

“Rin?” He heard your voice, bringing him out of his thoughts to pay attention to you.

“Hmm?” He looked down only to find you already looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Why did you kiss me?”

A disbelieving laugh almost escapes from his lips, “Are you literally asking that after we fucked? I bet you still have my cum inside you.”

And, as if the pre-fuck you had returned, you punched him in the arm. “Idiot. Just tell me.”

There was a suspenseful silence as Suna thought about exactly how to express himself, he knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how.

Wait. He got an idea.

“Well…”

Okay. Let’s just do it. Your eyes told him that everything was fine. He can’t chicken out right now. He’s going to tell you he likes you, even he’s going to make it cheesy.

“I actually meant what the song said.” Suna caressed your cheek with his knuckles as you waited for him to continue, “I wanna be yours.”

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REASONS — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, tenjiku arc spoilers. word count: 1,5k.

summary: rindō teaches his girlfriend to fight.

You’re going to kill him.

“C’mon! That's the best you’ve got?”

You're certainly going to kill him, spit on his corpse and leave him to the mercy of the crows.

“I’m trying!” You spat trying to free yourself from his grip, you knew he wasn't using his full strength to keep from hurting you, but you were so tired that you couldn't find the energy to even really try. “Don’t piss me off, I can bite your ass from here, you know?”

Surprisingly he burst out laughing, “Don’t do that, feels weird.”

“Somebody did it before?”

“Don’t ask.”

“You know what? Let me go.”

He chuckled before releasing your poor arm, you closed your eyes and remained lying on the floor trying to catch your breath.

“You were supposed to take me down, doll.”

It was the twelfth time you tried to 'take him down', but failed, he always managed to dodge you and it was you who ended up with an awkward lock of your limbs—which was ten times softer than he would do to a real opponent, by the way—.

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know?” You managed to say between your gasps.

“You love me.”

You couldn't help but smile, “Unfortunately.”

Rindou had been insisting for weeks on teaching you jiujitsu, you had refused because you knew how passionate he could be when it came to training. But after many pleas and bambi eyes you agreed only after making him promise to go easy on you.

If this was going easy, what was serious training like?

Morning runs. Goodbye greasy food. Hello two hours at the gym. Set after set of exercises you never knew existed. The damn burpees. You insist, how was that going easy?

You remember complaining to him that you had agreed only to learn to fight and not to full training, but he replied that to fight you needed the physical condition. God have mercy.

However, he seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to give up. You tried to look on the bright side and think that maybe it wasn't so bad, you were learning a martial art, exercising and eating healthy; but at times like this, with your body sweaty and sore plus the frustration of not being able to beat him, you just wanted to put an end to this kind of modern torture.

“Doll, you still alive?” Rindou asked and you opened your eyes to find your boyfriend standing with his legs beside your hips and his hands stretched out towards you.

“Sadly.” You sighed and took his hands accepting his help to stand up. “I think you forget that I don't have the same stamina as you.”

“But you did amazing.” He said handing you your water bottle which you instantly opened to drink what was left in it. “Keep it up and before you know you'll be breaking my bones.”

“That sounds tempting.”

“Right?” He took the bottle from your hands when you finished and put it back in its place, “Wanna do one last try?”

You quickly shook your head, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath, “I think I gave my all for today.”

Your boyfriend clicked his tongue and squeezed your cheeks with both hands, forming a pout on your face, “Just once.”

“Rindou, I’m tired—”

“I’ll let you drive.”

“Okay, but just once.” You said as you straightened up.

You ignored his triumphant smile as you took up position in front of him, mentally preparing yourself to meet the ground again.

But— surprisingly, when you ran and wrapped your arms around him to knock him down, the ease with which you succeeded puzzled you, forgetting the next step to lock his joints, so you just ended up falling on top of his body.

“Oh fuck, you okay?” You asked looking at his face, which had a smile on it.

“I’m okay.” Your boyfriend cupped your cheeks again as he did before, “Well, this deserves a prize, you made me fall, doll.”

“Not as planned.”

“But you succeeded anyway.”

You frowned straight into his eyes for a moment before sighing with realization, “You let me win.”

Rindou snorted, “Of course not.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You stated earnestly and your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, “But thanks, I guess.”

Maybe he didn’t want you to feel bad, or maybe he felt some guilt about how hard you had trained today and he hadn’t given you a chance to win, who knows, but you couldn’t deny that his action filled you with tenderness. You had a soft spot for your boyfriend, you had to admit.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to punish him for putting you through such a hell in this gym today. How? You don’t know, maybe not giving him head for a week or two will be enough.

His hands moved down from your cheeks to your hips as you sat on his lap.

“You look good in these shorts, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by the wrists to push away his hands that were beginning to caress you inappropriately. “We’re in public, perv.”

You weren’t surprised when he laughed. His laughter was somewhat contagious, so you had to stifle your smile to stand your ground.

“I know, sorry, sorry.” He said taking your hips hard to push himself forward and sit up, stealing a kiss on your lips in the process. “Let’s go.”

After you changed in the locker room, Rindou put his arm around your shoulders as he said goodbye to the gym owner before leaving. You had to walk a bit since his motorcycle was parked two blocks away because there was no parking nearby when you arrived.

“I still don’t know why this is necessary.” You suddenly said in the middle of the comfortable silence. You crossed your arms and looked at him with a half smile waiting for his response.

“What?” He asked while spinning the keys with his finger.

“Teaching me how to fight.”

He withdrew his arm over your shoulders to intertwine his hand with yours, “It never hurts to know how to defend yourself, doll.”

“Well, you have a point.” You admitted caressing his knuckles. “What I mean is— you were very insistent about teaching me. Why?”

“I don’t need a reason.”

“But you look like you have one more specific than seeing me in athletic shorts or spending time together.” He let out a chuckle, squeezing your hand tighter as you crossed the street. “Be honest.”

He flicked your forehead, “You can really see through me, huh?”

“It’s my job as your girlfriend.” You saw him lick his lips and focus his gaze on the ground, you knew he was hesitating, so you encouraged him, “C’mon tell me.”

“It’s really corny.”

“Rin…”

“Well— a few months ago I was thinking, what if someone wants to hurt you and I’m not around to protect you? The streets aren’t that safe, someone could mug you or try to take advantage of you.”

Your heart was melting, could you love him any more? The answer is yes.

“But then I thought of something worse.” You watched as he clenched his jaw, “What if someone tries to hurt you because of me?”

“Why would anyone try that?”

“You know why. You’re dating the Rindou Haitani.” He said cockily, pointing his finger at himself.

“Rindou, you are a gang member, not a yakuza.” You joked, stopping your steps when you were in front of the motorcycle.

“We don’t know what the future has in store for us.” Well, he’s not wrong. “And gang members can be cruel too.”

“You right.” You remembered what happened to Izana and Muto, and with that in mind, Rindou’s words made a lot of sense.

“If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I’ll break every single bone in their body.” In fact, he did it before, not to that extreme, but he did break the arm of a guy who tried to take a picture under your skirt— so you knew he wasn’t kidding. “But I know I can’t always be with you, the least I can do is teach you how to fight.”

“Well, he would have to be someone very stupid if he wants to hurt the girlfriend of the Rindou Haitani.” You mimicked his gesture by pointing to yourself before kissing his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll train hard to break the bones of anyone who crosses my path.”

Although you were already imagining that the level of torture would increase, you were willing to make the effort for the sake of your boyfriend's intentions. However, he won’t be getting any head for two weeks. That's a fact.

Rindou squeezed your cheek before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You smiled and stretched out your hand, “Now give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

He seemed to have forgotten your previous agreement since he widened his eyes, you knew he wasn’t a big fan of the idea of letting you drive, but too late— you had already snatched the keys from him and got on the bike.

Your boyfriend sighed in defeat before sitting behind you, “Just don’t run a red light again, please.”

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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dancing with a stranger

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5,7k.

summary: you thought your night was ruined, but a handsome stranger came to prove otherwise.

warnings: switch!getō, switch!reader, pwp, alcohol use, kissing, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praising, spanking, some possessiveness, cum eating, kinda voyeurism, aftercare.

a/n: just me simping for this man and being a sucker for pwp.

“I shouldn't have come.” You told your friend on the phone as you drank the rest of your mojito in one gulp. “I'm such a fool.”

“Y/n, I told you it would be a bad idea to go.” Her voice sounds far away thanks to the loud music in the bar, so you got up to go to the hallway where the restrooms are.

You ignored that there was a guy there typing on his phone and started talking: "I don't know why he invited me if he was going to be with his friends all the time."

"Wait, he left you alone?" You noticed the anger in her voice.

“Something like that. He's at another table with his friends and some English guys he just met. He didn't even invite me with them, he just said: «I'll be right back»” You wiped away a tear that was beginning to slide down your cheek. “It's been an hour.”

“Why don't you leave?” She asked so simply. And you had actually thought about it, but for some reason you couldn't do it. “I can order an Uber for you.”

“It's fine, just—fuck." You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes trying to organize your thoughts. "I'll ask him to drive me home, if he doesn't want to, I'll call you. Okay?"

“Y/n, wait, I don’t think that’s—” You cut the call, ignoring whatever she was going to say.

You entered the bathroom, immediately finding your reflection in the large mirror. You looked amazing tonight, wearing a tight black leather skirt with a long sleeved top of the same color; combined with your favorite boots and a necklace he had given you. All for him. And here you are, holding back tears in the bathroom of a bar.

Your boyfriend was an asshole.

Dating him for over three years had been a challenge. The reason was pretty self-explanatory.

Crying for him in the bathrooms seemed to be an indispensable part of your relationship at this point. But you always managed to go out and pretend nothing happened even though he noticed your reddish eyes. Then, when you were alone he would simply apologize and say it wouldn't happen again.

You hated yourself for being so dumb.

Tonight didn't look like it was going to be much different. When you came out of the bathroom after wiping your tears and giving yourself a touch-up, you noticed the one you called boyfriend with his arm over the shoulder of a girl, to whom he was whispering something in her ear.

Well, that wasn't something new.

You bit your cheek on the inside and sat back down on the stool by the counter, asking the bartender for a shot of tequila.

“Make it two.” You heard a male voice at the same time as someone sat down next to you.

You turned your face to find a handsome man with long hair, who was holding an unlit cigarette between his lips.

“Does the smoke bother you?” He asked, pointing to the nicotine stick.

“A little.” The stranger smiled before removing the cigarette from his mouth to put it back in the box, which as far as you could tell was almost empty.

“Are you having a good night?” He asked, although the answer seemed pretty obvious because of your face.

“No.” You admitted, at the same time, the bartender was pouring two shots of Don Julio in front of you. “Thank you.”

“May I know why?” He raised his glass and held it out to you, waiting for you to clink it with yours. You did so only to seconds later drink it all in one gulp, ignoring the familiar burning in your throat you motioned to the bartender to pour another.

"I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend." You decided to tell him, because one, he was a stranger; and two, you didn't give a shit anymore.

"And where is he?"

"Over there." You pointed with a nod to a table full of guys and girls at the other end. "The one in the blue shirt."

The man looked in the direction, and frowned as he noticed that the said boyfriend seemed to be busy whispering things in another girl's ear.

“Really?” He questioned, letting the bartender pour him another shot as well. “That's, pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah. I know.” You sighed before clinking your glass with the stranger's once more and drinking the colorless liquid. “But that’s life.” You said sarcastically.

You rested your head on your hand and looked carefully at the man from his face to his body, he could be your age or maybe a few years older. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with some buttons undone showing part of his chest, you could see part of what looked like a tattoo showing through, there were other designs on his left arm. You also noticed that he had part of his hair tied in a bun.

Well, he's attractive.

He stared into your eyes and licked his lips as if he was about to say something, but he just clicked his tongue and kept silent.

"What were you going to say?" You asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know if what I want to say is inappropriate." He replied smiling, now him pointing to the bartender the empty glasses.

"Just say it, I don't think it's anything I don't already know." You encouraged him as more Don Julio was poured.

"Well, I think your so-called boyfriend is a jerk."

You laughed, yes, he said what you figured he was going to say.

"Like I told you, it's nothing I don't already know."

"And—" He continued, "That you're too pretty to be out here alone crying over him."

"I'm not crying." You replied trying to put aside his praise.

"You were, it shows in your eyes." You opened your eyes a little shocked, starting to feel a little embarrassed, but you bit your lip trying not to let it show.

"Is that why you came to sit with me? Pity?" You questioned trying to sound sarcastic.

"Nah. I'd already had my eye on you since I arrived, honestly, I thought you were alone."

His eye on you? Since he arrived? You tried not to blush as you let out a sigh. Ignoring his flirtatious comment, you took the glass and clinked it with his again before drinking.

"I'm Getou Suguru, by the way." He introduced himself a second after setting the glass on the bar.

After you told him your name, you started a conversation about your lives. Simple facts. What you did for a living, what college you attended, zodiac signs, and so on. He also told you that he came here with his friends, who were sitting at a table in the back, there was a girl with a mole under her eye and a white-haired boy who waved to you when you turned to the direction Getou had pointed.

After almost an hour of conversation, Suguru realized that you deserved much more than an idiot like the man you were dating, who hadn't even bothered to look at you the whole time you were there. That's why, after taking a last sip of his Corona, he decided to ask why you were with someone like him.

“Why?” You repeated, as if you were trying to find the answer to why you were still in that failed relationship.

And actually, the answer was very clear, you had known it for a long time, but somehow you refused to see the reality. The reality where you had fallen out of love a long time ago, but you were so used to his presence, and maybe you were afraid of the unknown. The tears you kept shedding were empty, they just fell from your eyes to make you believe that you still felt something more than just frustration. Frustration because you wanted to feel something again that wasn't there anymore.

“I think I was afraid to be alone.” You answered sincerely, “But now I think being alone is much better.”

You frowned after realizing what came out of your mouth.

“Wow, that sounded like something out of a John Green book.” You joked after a few seconds of silence to lighten the mood.

“It was poetic.” He replied, making you giggle.

Then, something clicked in your mind.

Had this beautiful stranger moved something inside you? Or why did you suddenly feel so angry? That fucker abandoned you and you were getting sentimental? Even spending one of the best quotes you could think of on him?

You sighed in disbelief. How dare he?

“He's an asshole.” You mumbled, squeezing your knee with your hand. The black-haired man laughed, nodding his head.

“So you're practically single now?” Suguru asked, putting his hand over yours causing your grip to suddenly loosen.

You immediately understood his intentions by the way he looked at you and how little by little his face got closer to yours.

You gulped before answering, “I can say yes.”

“That’s it.”

His lips met yours, beginning a slow, sensual kiss. You could taste the beer and tequila he had drunk earlier, making the experience even more unique.

Geto growled as he intensified the kiss, not only were you beautiful, but you were also an incredible kisser. He felt like he found a jewel in that sports bar that he wanted to keep in his pocket forever.

Honestly, from the moment he arrived and looked at you sitting alone at the bar, he knew right then and there that he wanted you. It hadn't even been half an hour since Suguru had sat down when he decided he was going to talk to that pretty lady. He was about to get up from his table when he saw you go to the bathroom and come back minutes later with teary eyes, so he questioned whether it would be a good idea.

It's clear what his decision was in the end, and there he was, sticking his tongue in your mouth.

You broke away from him for air, analyzing his post-kiss face. His eyes had darkened, his lips were swollen and still glossy from saliva and your lip gloss, you had to stifle your desire to clench your thighs as you watched him run his tongue across his lips, tasting what was left on them.

Fuck, that was hot.

Getou tried to kiss you again, now more desperate, but you did your head backwards avoiding him. He laughed, clasping his hand over yours and pressed his forehead to yours.

So you liked to play? Just as he had thought, a jewel.

“Let’s leave” He whispered, his other hand slowly caressing your thigh above your skirt.

“Huh?” You pretended you didn't hear it right.

“Leave. With me.” He remarked his words, once again trying to kiss you, but his lips impacted with your ear as you turned your face away.

Of course, you wanted to go with him, the devil on your shoulder was crying out for it. But the angel on the other, although its voice was far away, said that it was best to go home because he was a stranger.

But that's what you liked, that he was a stranger.

It's been a long time since you've done something like this. All thanks to being subjected to a relationship you no longer wanted.

For a moment, your eyes went to where your boyfriend was sitting. He was turning his back to you, so you could appreciate how he was caressing the other girl's back. Getou noticed and his eyes followed where yours had pointed, he clicked his tongue before bringing his mouth closer to your ear to whisper:

“He doesn't care that you're here, he's whoring around with another girl, you should give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“And where are we goin’?” You asked before looking him in the eye again.

Suguru smirked and lightly bit your ear before answering, “To have a good night.”

“It better be.” You challenged him before you stood up.

He did the same and rummaged through his pockets until he found his wallet. And even though you refused to let him pay for your drinks too, he did, and even paid for what his friends at their table had been drinking until now. You thought he did it as an apology for leaving without warning.

You watched him grab his leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair before taking your hand to lead you out.

When you were outside, you thought he would head for one of the cars outside, but you were surprised when he walked to where the motorcycles were parked and stopped in front of a black one, which looked very expensive and well maintained.

“What? You don't like motorcycles?” He joked as he swung a leg over the bike to start it, the sound of the engine reaching your ears like a growl.

This guy couldn't be hotter.

You cleared your throat before answering, “I'm wearing a skirt.”

His eyes admired your body up and down, you could feel the lust in them. He bit his lip and then smiled.

“You can wear my jacket.”

He handed you the black fabric, and you nervously put it on. It was huge on you, well, it was impossible for it to fit you since his back was quite wide. But it was long enough to cover you when you got on the motorcycle. Suguru admired how well his clothes fit you, but all he wanted to do was rip them off once and for all.

Before you could get your nice leg over the seat, his arm stopped you, you looked at him confused before noticing that he was giving you his helmet. You smiled before putting it on and finally getting into his vehicle.

“Hold on tight.”

You put your arms around his torso, pressing your chest against his back. Getou sighed heavily, he had never felt such an urgency to get home.

“Ready?” He asked, patting your leg.

“Of course I am.”

At that moment, you watched your so-called boyfriend walk out the bar holding his phone to his ear, at the same time, your phone started ringing in your purse. You didn't have to be a fortune-teller to know it was him calling you, maybe in panic after noticing or one of his friends told him you weren't there anymore.

Suguru had to stifle his laughter as he looked at your boyfriend's face when he saw you on a motorcycle with another man. You looked at him too, but instead of feeling bad, you felt a lot of satisfaction.

“Where the hell are you going?” He shouted in disbelief, “Y/n! Hey!”

You didn't respond, you simply raised your middle finger to him at the same time Getou started to drive away.

Your, now ex-boyfriend, stood there with his mouth open and running his hands in his hair in frustration. Maybe realizing his mistakes, but poor him, it was too late.

“So there's a bad girl inside you.” The long-haired one shouted once you were far enough.

“You just met me.”

“I know.” He said as he stopped at a red light, “And I'm dying to get to know you more.”

The road consisted of Getou riding in silence, sometimes exceeding the speed limits, but you didn't mind in the least, in fact, it filled you with a dose of adrenaline and freedom that you had long wanted to feel. It was that same reason why he preferred to ride a motorcycle instead of his car, and besides, he looked incredibly cool.

He began to slow down in front of a large building, and after waving to the guard, he let him pass into the underground parking lot.

“You live here?” You asked, although it was all too obvious.

“Yep.” He turned off the engine while you took off your helmet, your hair was a mess, so you quickly ran your fingers through it trying to fix it.

Suguru helped you to get off first and then he did it himself. But before you could say anything his lips were already on yours again, pushing you lightly against the motorcycle, you passed your left arm around his neck while the other one was still holding the helmet.

His hands went down from your back until they slipped under your skirt, squeezing your ass and playing a little with the fabric of your underwear.

“Let’s go before I end up fucking you here.” He murmured still with his lips on yours and giving you a light spank before guiding you to the elevator.

Getou draped an arm over your shoulder as the elevator went up; and when the doors finally opened on his floor, he bent down to carry you over his shoulder and started walking down the hallway, ignoring an elderly couple who looked at you as if you were crazy.

You laughed as he kept walking until he stopped in front of the last door. He gave you a little spank before reaching into his pocket for his key and unlocking the door. Once you were inside, he took the helmet and threw it on a couch, you couldn't really appreciate his house since he went straight into the room, but you swore you saw a fish tank.

He dropped you on the bed and instantly got on top of you to kiss you, now his hands moving down to your breasts to squeeze them above the fabric of your shirt. But before going any further, an idea came to his mind, so he stood up suddenly leaving you confused.

He took you by the arms to lift you up and change places, he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood facing him.

“Strip for me.” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts while pushing you back a little to better appreciate you. “Come on, I wanna worship your body.”

You looked at him puzzled for a few moments before sighing for courage and taking a few more steps back to make sure he saw the whole of you.

“That’s a good girl.”

You started by taking off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing the edge of your shirt to slowly pull it up—trying to make a show—until you released your breasts only covered by the lace bra you were wearing.

Getou couldn't help but get angry, that idiot had all this for himself and decided to waste you. He had just met you, but he knew he would treat you much better than that jerk. Even if it was just for one night.

You lowered the straps of your bra, freeing your arms and then lowered the cups, showing him your bare chest with your nipples erect from the cold air in the room. He groaned softly, appreciating every detail of your skin. He was watching you like a predator watching its prey. And admitting it, it made you feel somewhat empowered.

Suguru could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, he was so hard it hurt. It had been a while since he had felt this way, was it the alcohol? The circumstances? You? Hell if he knew.

“Keep it on.” He mumbled when you tried to take off your skirt.

You heeded his request and smiled flirtatiously at him, pulling up your skirt a little to reveal your underwear. You watched him caress his erection over his pants, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused as you noticed the size of it.

You ran your fingers through the waistband of your panties playing a little to tease him; when you watched him squeeze his bulge tighter, you slowly pulled down the garment revealing your pretty pussy just for a few seconds before lowering your skirt again.

When you took off the fabric completely, you threw it to him and he caught it with his free hand. He instantly caressed the lingerie with his fingers, smiling when he noticed a spot that was wet.

“You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he watched you walk toward him.

How long had it been since you heard a praise like that? Who knows. But it moved something inside you that made you feel euphoric.

When you were within his reach, he tried to reach out his hands to cup your breasts, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, and just when he was about to complain, you spoke:

“Take them off.” You pointed your boots.

A fucking jewel, he thought again.

You thought he was just going to put his hands down and help you take them off. So you were surprised when he got down on one knee in front of you. One of his hands caressed from your thigh to where your boot began, then ran it down the back of your leg to bring your foot to rest on his knee and begin to unzip your pretty boots. He did it so slowly that it seemed like torture for both of you. Once he removed it completely, he put it aside and did the same with the other one, finishing with a kiss on your knee.

The way he looked up at you was an image you wanted to engrave in your head forever, there was no doubt about it.

Suguru stood there, still looking at you as his hands again stroked from your ankles to your thighs. You moaned at the tingle it gave you. Not waiting any longer, he pulled up your skirt until he faced your cunt.

You waited anxiously for what he was going to do. He began to kiss the flesh of your thighs with his eyes still connected to yours. Then, took one of your legs and swung it over his shoulder, your foot resting on the mattress of the bed behind him.

His mouth immediately went to your clit, flicking his tongue a few times before sucking on it. You threw your head back in pleasure, all the previous play had sensitized you.

You pursed your lips as your breathing began to quicken. You didn't want to make too many noises, but girl, that's what Getou wanted. The noises. He wanted to hear you moan, cry and scream just for him. Fuck the neighbors.

So he pressed his tongue harder and brought two of his fingers to your entrance, god you were soaking wet, to the point that he could slide his digits in without a problem. When you looked back at him, he winked at you before closing his eyes to enjoy your taste as if it were the best meal he ever had.

You brought one of your hands to his hair and pulled on the hair tie that held his bun to loosen it, his black locks falling over his shoulders. He smiled with his lips still pressed against your folds when you grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring him closer to you. Instinctively you began to move your hips back and forth, he let you ride his tongue as you pleased.

Getou curled his fingers and you swore you saw stars. Your orgasm was near and you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your mouth, so you tried to bring your other hand to shut up, but he stopped it by holding your wrist.

You were so fucking close, you cursed under your breath when he changed the pace of his tongue, rushing your climax until you reached the top of it. You let out a whimper as you cum in his mouth. He continued to lick your fluids until your breathing became a little controlled.

“You look so pretty like this.” He gave a short kiss on your clit one more time before standing up, helping you put your trembling leg back on the ground. “I bet you'll look better when you're getting fucked.”

“Find out.” You managed to say.

Suguru kissed you again, letting you taste your own juices, his hands went to your breasts and squeezed your nipples with his fingers before he turned you over and instructed you to sit on the bed. He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, allowing you to appreciate a dragon tattoo on his left pec that complemented the ones on his arm. He took off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

Getou’s body was well worked, you could notice the muscles in both his arms and legs effortlessly. But what had caught your attention the most was his back, god, it was so wide that all you wanted to do was run your hands, maybe your nails, all over it.

If God exists, he surely looks like Suguru Getou.

Once he was almost naked, he looked down at you and took your chin with his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth slightly. You were a fucking tease.

“Take it out.” He ordered and you obeyed without a second thought. But first, you ran your hand over the fabric, caressing his bulge making him grunt through his teeth.

When you finally pulled the cloth down and released his aching erection, you almost opened your mouth in shock at the sight of it. Not only was it big, but it was pretty. Without a doubt, he was completely blessed.

“It won't bite you.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fist around his girth to give himself some relief.

You replaced his hand with yours, moving it up and down earning a groan from him; then, you lowered your head just enough to stick the tip into your mouth and circle it with your tongue. His hand went to your hair just as you did, but he took it in a ponytail to keep the strands from getting in the way.

“Shit.” He cursed when you put it all in your mouth.

When you started to move your head, combining the movements of your tongue with those of your hand, Getou for a moment thought again about what an asshole your boyfriend—now ex—was, you sucked dick like that and he still looked for other girls? No doubt he was someone who didn't know how to enjoy what he had in front of him. But Getou would.

He threw his head back when your tongue went down to his balls and then ran his length. If you kept it up, he would cum soon, but he didn't want to yet, he still wanted to feel you around him. So he pulled your hair away from him, a line of saliva still connecting your lips to his red tip.

“Pretty.” Getou hummed before he grabbed your legs and pulled them up making you gasp in surprise as your back met the sheets.

You both felt so needy that you knew that once he put his cock inside you, you might lose control.

Your legs rested on his shoulders while he leaned forward bending you in half, sliding his length through your folds before pushing in the tip. He grunted as he felt your greedy walls sucking him in, shit, your pussy was one of a kind.

Getou pressed his forehead to yours as he started to move, he was getting drunk on pleasure, and you felt no different, you were doing your best not to close your eyes and moan like crazy, but he deepened his thrusts and practically forced you to let go and let out those precious sounds he wanted to hear.

“There they are. And here I thought you weren’t a vocal.”

Unexpectedly, your phone started ringing. You planned to ignore it, Getou too, but when it rang a second time, with annoyance, he reached into your bag, which had been left near the bed pillows, and pulled out your phone with the intention of turning it off. But when he saw the contact photo, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, it's Mr. Boyfriend.” He announced with a mocking tone. “You should answer, he's probably worried about you.”

“Ignore him.” You said as you dug your nails into his biceps when he pushed his hips harder.

The call ended and immediately another one came up. Why did he call you just now?

“Don't you wanna say hi?” He asked and without waiting for your answer, he slid his finger across the screen to accept the call.

You didn't even stop him, too focused on how his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly.

“Yes?” He answered by holding the phone to his ear and sitting on his calves to continue shoving himself into you as he saw the point where you two connected with clarity.

Suddenly, he laughed as if he had been told a joke. “Calm down, she's here. Don't worry, she's in good hands.” He moved his hand to your neck, where he pressed it with just enough force to cut off some air, forcing a moan out of you.

“What are we doing?” He asked teasingly. “I’m fucking you out of her mind.”

He didn't bother to listen to the insults that the jerk was going to say because he hung up and turned off your phone to make sure that nothing else would disturb the best sex he had ever had in his life.

“That was—” You tried to speak, but your words were lost in the air as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

He chuckled before saying, “I meant it. You won't even remember his name when I'm done with you.”

A feeling of possession came over him, for tonight, he would make sure you thought of nothing or no one else but him and his cock.

Getou felt your necklace in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered that when you were at the bar you had told him that your boyfriend had given it to you. Well, you didn't need it anymore. So he ripped it off forcing the chain to break, and threw it somewhere in the room.

The move had hurt you a little but you didn't say anything about it, you just looked at him with a frown of confusion at the random action.

“I’ll buy you another.” He simply stated.

You didn't bother to ask if that was true or false since he moved his hand to your clit, where he began to make slow circles. He leaned over you again and tried to kiss you, but you only ended up gasping into each other's open mouths, since you felt your climax near once more.

You tried to mumble that you were close and although the words couldn't come out clearly, he understood you perfectly. He moved his fingers faster letting you reach the peak of your pleasure for the second time tonight, he had to use all his mental strength to not cum right there when you squeezed his cock with your walls.

He pulled out of you and stood up again to grab your hips and flipped you over. Your chest against the sheets and your feet touched the floor. He removed your skirt, which was rolled up from your hips and threw it behind him. Without giving you a break he slid back inside and spanked you before starting to move even deeper than before.

He pressed his chest against your back, supporting himself with his forearms on the sides of your head. He placed his face on your neck, where he began to kiss and suck on your skin, with the purpose of leaving marks.

“Like I thought, you look so much better when you're getting fucked.” He muttered in your ear, “I want to see this again.” And hell that he meant it, if it wasn't you who ended up calling him to see him again, it would be him.

He put two of his fingers in your mouth while he kept attacking your ears, your neck and your back with his lips. The stimulation was so much that you could feel a few tears begin to flow from your eyes.

You knew he was close when the movements of his hips became more sloppy and the way his increased panting blessed your ears. You heard him curse several times as he chased his orgasm.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and stood up, pulling you by the hair to force you to your knees on the floor while with his other hand, he fisted his cock up and down. You understood quickly so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, waiting for it.

He threw his head back as he came in a big load, his cum landing in your mouth and face. His grip on your hair tightened as he made sure he drained himself completely.

When he was able to control his breathing, he looked at you again, appreciating your fucked-out face full of his seed. You swallowed everything that fell into your mouth and ran your tongue along the edge of your lips to lick as much as possible. The sight was too much for Suguru, it was too dirty but so hot at the same time.

“Shit.” He mumbled as he began to caress your scalp. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Getou helped you stand up and instructed you to sit on the bed while he went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you. He sat down beside you and held your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he carefully ran the towel over your face. .

“You wanna stay?” He asked, breaking the silence after tossing the towel into the laundry basket. “I don’t mind.”

After a moment of thought, you accepted his proposal with a nod and he smiled triumphantly.

And there, as you stared at the ceiling lying on his bed, you still couldn't believe that your sad night had ended in the most mind-blowing sex of your life with a hot guy. You felt like a new woman. Even if it sounded exaggerated. You were grateful for the push this stranger had given you.

At the same time, Suguru thought again that he would be crazy if a jewel like you was left in a one-night stand. For a moment, he was worried about waking up and not seeing you by his side, so before closing his eyes, he spoke:

“So, can I have your number?”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— one shots #— jjk #geto suguru #getou suguru smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #geto x y/n #getou suguru x you #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen

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OPPOSITE — FUSHIGURO TOJI

content: fem!reader, established relationship, petnames, pussy job, one pussy slap, toji edges himself, creampie, intercourse at the end. word count: 1,4k.

During the time you’ve been with Toji, you've realized how quite creative he can be when it comes to intimacy.

You never ceased to be amazed by the ideas he could come up with, and the best part is that you were always willing to do whatever activity came to his mind, which is why your relationship wasn’t the least bit boring.

Half an hour ago, you were in bed almost ready to sleep, Toji was scrolling on his phone and you were working on your laptop in a comfortable silence that allowed you to concentrate, well, until he spoke.

“Babe, do you like it when I fuck you and then pull out to cum outside?”

You weren’t even surprised anymore when he made sexual remarks out of nowhere, so you just responded with a doubtful, “Yes?”

“How about we do the opposite?”

You frowned, whatever he was referring to must be good since he couldn’t even hide the excitement on his face.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked, “You’ll see.”

Well, that was half an hour ago.

Now, you were lying with your back against the mattress, your head resting on the pillows, almost completely naked except for the panties you were still wearing. Honestly, when he suggested doing the opposite, you never imagined you’d be so damn aroused.

Toji was sitting on his calves in front of you, moving his hips slowly as he rubbed his hard cock against your wet, clothed pussy. Your legs were over his shoulders, squeezing your thighs tight enough to feel more pressure around his length.

You threw your head back as you felt another orgasm coming, his repeated rubbing against your clit already had you in a panting, sobbing mess. And Toji— well, he was having his fun with you, edging himself in the process, but to him, it was worth it.

“I’m close.” You whispered, gripping the sheets in your fists.

“Again, doll? How adorable.” Toji teased, wrapping his hands around your thighs to abruptly spread your legs, your feet met the mattress on either side of his body, and, desperate to feel your climax come, you began to move your hips up and down to keep rubbing your sensitive area against his member. “Shit. Make yourself cum baby, you can do that, right?”

“Mhm!” You sobbed.

The pace you chose was erotic, perfect for bringing you closer and closer to your release. He placed his hands on your hips to help you keep the rhythm and settled better on his knees, thanks to this, your sex could perfectly rub all over his cock.

Toji bit his lip and closed his eyes to the stimulation, his breathing was getting heavier along with yours, if it wasn’t because he wanted you to cum one more time he would have already pulled away from you to take a breath, he couldn’t cum yet, or at least, not like this, so he mentally forced himself to hold on just a little longer.

“Fuck!” You trembled when you finally reached your peak and your hands went to his wrists in a tight grip just to hold on to something at the moment you felt that delicious rush of pleasure consume you completely.

He removed his grip on your hips, causing you to fall on the bed like a rag doll, you did nothing but concentrate on controlling your breathing with your eyes closed. How cute, he thought. You looked so fucked up and the best was yet to come.

“You still with me baby? ‘Cause we’re not done yet.” You let out a chuckle and opened your eyes, ready to reply with a bratty remark to annoy him, but he was quick to speak again, interrupting the words that weren’t even out of your mouth yet. “Move this.” His big hand slapped your clothed pussy to emphasize his request, causing you to let out a yelp since you were incredibly sensitive.

“Fucker.” You mumbled.

He had the audacity to wink at you. “Love you too.” He pushed his hips forward slightly, making his member touch your covered sex as a way of enticing you. “C’mon, get those out of the way.”

Obliging, you moved your soaked panties to the side, allowing his dripping tip to finally have direct contact with your glistening folds. Toji grunted as he took his cock in his hand to move it all over your cunt, starting with stimulating your clit with the head, then moving down to slide his length between your labia and coating himself with your fluids but with no intention of penetrating you.

That was the point of all this, not intercourse. But the fun was that when his orgasm came, he’d put his cock in just to cum inside you and fill you up with his warm cum. Fuck, he was eager for that moment.

You knew that, you had even teased Toji that he wouldn’t even last five minutes of just rubbing and was going to put that weird fantasy aside to just stick his cock in and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was surprising that he hadn’t already done so— and you were losing your mind.

“Toji, just put it in.” You said in a soft voice, looking at him with puppy eyes hoping he’d listen to you; but he just smirked at your plea and didn’t stop moving his length over your vagina.

“Aw, you want me to put it in? My pretty girl wants my cock?” He asked with false sympathy in his voice and pressed his cock against your entrance. You nodded and lifted your hips a little, ready to take him, but the bastard just let out a chuckle before ignoring your hole completely and returning to his previous actions. “Can’t do that, baby, not now.”

“Please.” Shit, why did you have to sound so damn good when you begged? “Toji, c’mon.”

In fact, Toji was on the verge of giving up and just thrusting inside you in one go. You were making it damn hard for him but his pride wouldn’t allow him to give up on a game he started.

“I need you.” You continued, letting out a moan when he repeatedly touched your bud with his member. “Please. Just the tip.”

“Just the tip?” He smirked. To be honest, Toji thought the idea was too good to refuse. Besides, he was also desperate to feel a little more. “I’ll give you the tip, baby.”

Just as he said, he just pushed the tip into your tight hole while stroking the rest of his cock with his hand, letting all the precum leak inside you. God, he was amazed at the self-control he was having, because you felt so good, so warm and so fucking wet that he was just dying to be fully inside you.

“You like it?” He whispered and your nod was almost immediate, mumbling a barely audible yes.

His free hand went to one of your breasts to squeeze it and his thumb circled your nipple while the other kept working on pleasuring himself, occasionally pulling the tip out to slide his cock through your folds and give attention to your bundle of nerves.

Shit, he was so fucking horny, his body was sweaty, his balls heavy and his dick sensitive; in general, all of him just screaming for release. But this little torture he put himself into was about to end, because he felt his peak approaching and this time, he would finally give himself permission to cum.

Before his long-awaited climax came, he shoved the tip back inside you and that was all it took to come completely undone.

“Fuck. That’s it.” He groaned as he kept stroking himself, making sure to fill you up with every drop of his cum.

His head fell back and he opened his mouth as he felt the pleasure consume him, after edging himself for so long, cumming felt like heaven.

After he released his load, he pushed the rest of his cock inside you to fuck his cum deeper. His hand went to the side of your head to rest on the mattress, looking down at you while doing a few lazy thrusts.

“Weren’t you not supposed to put it all in?” You asked with a playful tone, eliciting a tired chuckle from Toji.

“Told you— until I cum, and I already did that.” Actually, he was just supposed to cum inside and that would be it, but don’t blame him, he needed to feel your walls around him at least for a moment.

“You really have the weirdest ideas.”

He smirked before pulling out of you and putting your panties back in place to keep his cum from oozing out of your pussy. “I know. But you like me like that.”

+ notes: felt like a slut writing this. feedback and reblogs are appreciated <3.

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FUNCTIONAL — GETŌ SUGURU

content: fem!reader. word count: 1,2k.

summary: suguru is mad at you, but luckily you know exactly what to do to get him to talk to you.

“You still mad at me, Sugu?” You asked from the couch when you heard the door open. Your boyfriend didn't reply, instead, he walked past you ignoring you completely. You snorted, of course he was still mad, he’s the most stubborn man you've ever met.

You turned to the next page of your book without giving much thought to his attitude, since you were somewhat used to Suguru's childish behavior when he gets mad at you.

Quick explanation: yesterday you laughed at him when he fell in the shower.

You tried to contain your laughter at the memory, it was just too funny.

Blame him for having a short temper, that’s why you loved to tease him and usually his tantrums didn't last more than a few hours, but now he had been giving you the cold shoulder for more than a day even when you said sorry about a hundred times. Gosh, he’s dramatic.

But after knowing Suguru for four years, being in a relationship with him for three and a half, and living under the same roof for two; naturally you had learned many things about him—

“The fuck?” You heard the black-haired man curse at the same time as you heard him slam a kitchen cabinet (you knew it wasn't because of his anger, but because he wasn't good at controlling his strength). “Hun, where’s my—” He paused before finishing his question, perhaps remembering that he was still mad.

“You said something, baby?” You asked teasingly putting your arm over the backrest to turn and watch him ignore your words, again.

You knew what he was looking for. He had just come back from the gym and always drank that whey protein he was obsessed with when he got home.

You smirked.

One special thing you had learned about Suguru—and sometimes used to your advantage—is that he wasn’t very functional on his own; and after starting a relationship with him, you became an essential part of his inner workings.

You always had to remind him to do certain tasks and where he left his belongings because he was forgetful, you knotted his necktie because he got frustrated if he didn't get it right on the first try, you brushed his hair when it was too messy because he also got frustrated when he couldn’t untangle it and so on.

Plus, he was used to his belongings being in a specific place, and if they weren't there, the first thing he’d do was ask his girlfriend. So you tried to make use of that fact to make him talk to you. And no, you didn't hide anything, it wasn’t necessary, you just changed the location of some things.

Suguru started opening cabinets, drawers, even the fridge; you thought it was cute to see him cursing under his breath and the fact that he wasn't even searching properly, just quickly glancing around and closing them again, and if he had, he would have noticed that his whey protein was in the same cabinet as usual, since you had only turned the container so that he couldn't see the logo at first glance.

He muttered a low fuck it before slamming the fridge door, now in annoyance, and walked into the bedroom. You knew he’d go to get his slippers, which he always left by the bed, but now they were in the closet.

You bet he had only glanced quickly again, at best looking under the bed, when he returned to the living room, now shirtless and barefoot.

“What?” You asked, hoping he would finally decide to put his pride aside, but he turned around and headed for the bathroom. “God, stop being so stubborn. That you fell was no big deal.” You stifled your laughter again at the memory.

You knew that he was now going to shower, and of course, you had also moved some of his things in the bathroom. But it looked like he wasn't going to give up so easily, you sighed in defeat and closed your book, thinking that—

“Umm— doyouknowwheremylotionis?” Geto mumbled quietly and too quickly. And although you understood his babbling, you put one of your hands behind your ear, pretending that you hadn’t heard him so that he’d repeat his words.

“Did you say something, baby?”

He sighed, but repeated anyway, “Do you know where my lotion is?”

“Oh, I thought you were apologizing for ignoring me all day.” You said with a tone of disappointment and reopened your book while trying to suppress a triumphant smile.

“You know? Never mind.” He was about to leave again, but to his misfortune, he decided to look at you one more time.

You were looking at him with those puppy eyes he loved so much. You knew he was weak when you looked at him like that, maybe that's why he was avoiding seeing your face all those hours.

After a minute of silence, he finally decided to speak,

“Imsorry.”

Now there was no way to stop you from smiling, “What?”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated in a louder voice and crossed his arms, “For ignoring you, I was being childish.”

“So you admit it.”

“You were childish too! Yesterday you laughed at me all day.” He pointed at you accusingly.

The image of him falling replayed in your head. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

“See? You still laughing.”

“I’m not. And I already apologized like a hundred times.” You replied, standing up and then putting your hands on your hips.

“Eleven.” He corrected and you scoffed, he really was childish, but you couldn't help but think it was incredibly cute. And let's be honest, you were having a hard time concentrating on the discussion when he was shirtless.

“You counted them?”

Suguru looked at you as if you had caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to, and mumbled a small no before looking away.

You both remained silent for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I’m sorry, hun.” He spoke when the laughter passed. “I mean it.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” You walked towards him and he stretched out his arms to take your hands in his.

“Twelve.” You rolled your eyes and let him hug you, even though he was still a little sweaty from the workout. “But you have to make it up to me for laughing.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who should make it up to me.” You looked up at him and poked his chest with your index finger. “You have any idea how much I suffered?” You added dramatically.

“Maybe.” He cupped your cheeks with his large hands to leave a peck on your lips. “I missed you.”

You grinned and kissed his lips again before releasing yourself from his grip.

“Your lotion is under the sink, your slippers are in the closet and your protein is in the same place as always.” You said turning around ready to go to the bedroom but he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you back to him.

“It wasn’t there, I looked.”

“Did you look properly?” He clicked his tongue and shrugged, which caused you to chuckle.

“Maybe.” Suguru placed his hands on your lower back to press you against him and kiss your forehead. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss your boyfriend's clinginess. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Sure.” You kissed him one more time before adding, “Just don’t fall this time.”

You let out an ouch in laughter when he spanked you.

“I hope your thirteenth apology is on your knees.”

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