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Jarofstyles Fic Rec 2023 🪽
hello my loves! Here is our updated fic rec.
[some may be repeats of last year because we reread them!]
Also check out our fic rec account, @jarofstylesrecs for some we most definitely missed!
There are so many I want to put on here and I’ll update it again, but here we are! Let me know of any fics you recommend 🩷
WATTPAD-
Bambi- vanillasoy (or @queenofgraveyards here) (ceo soft H, in my top 5)
Flower- vanillasoy (bodyguard/grumpy h x sunshine ofc)
Devil’s Due- petite_cerise (classic dark!H)
Adonis- temptress_ (dark!H and fierce OFC)
Valhalla- temptress_ (Viking!H)
Baby Blue- theasstour (artist!H and model y/n)
Lucky Penny- alisonfelix (teacher h, soft, ofc finding herself)
Informed Consent- alisonfelix (college romance, absolutely tooth rotting fluff I’m obsessed)
One Night Stand- alisonfelix (short story, pregnancy one night stand plot. A lil angsty but cute)
Ladybug- _screamingcolour (50’s au, super cute)
Pirouette- _screamingcolour (ballerina ofc, so fucking cute it hurts)
Flower Girl- sushirrrry (idk how to describe but chef’s kiss)
Celestial- sushirrrry (WIP, it hurts but it feels good, nerdy h who loves the stars)
Wildflowers- latenightgab (assholeish tattoorry, single dad)
Jezebel- latenightgab (sugar daddy ceo x dancer teacher)
Office Hours- latenightgab (lawyer and professor H x student)
Pink Slip- stillhurtingstyles (plus size! Assistant y/n x boss h)
Always - styleslegend (my OG favorite fic, nerdy h x popular y/n, old but good)
A Lifetime With You- anenglishbird (supernatural au, witchy, adore it)
Inclination- peanutboyfriend (sexuality discovery, so good)
Aerial- peanutboyfriend (aerialist h and ofc, 60’s set, another top 10 fic)
1789- everlasts (period piece, just read it. French Revolution)
Breaking The Ice- sarbearfive (hockey!H)
Sail My Ridges- @1800titz (new but soooo fucking good. Piraterry, writing is phenomenal as usual)
The Devil is a Gentleman- @1800titz (again, writing is incredible. Kink heavy, lovely, bdsm club, masks, real estate agent H- just please read it)
Sinners Place- @shroombloomm (so fucking good, preistrry, all the good drama, 10/10)
Do I Wanna Know? - @eatyourhoneyh (trust me, stripper ofc. Obsessed)
Boston- witchysunflower (hockey h, cheating plot)
Haste- htownrry (pregnancy plot but unconventional, racer h, very good)
TUMBLR-
Prosecco- @moonchildstyles (older!H)
Gravity- @moonchildstyles (camboyrry)
Aster- @moonchildstyles (tattoorry grumpy sunshine)
Èlan- @moonchildstyles (bodyguardrry that pulled my heart strings)
firemanrry- @jawllines (softest H, made of sugar and the little puppy :( )
Ballerinarry- @jawllines (enemies to lovers, obsessed)
Young American- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (tattoo artists h and y/n, so well written)
Wolves- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (Wolfrry!!!)
A Good Fit- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (trust me, read)
LVRS CLUB- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (sex club slay)
Best Friend’s Dadrry- @gurugirl (exactly what it says. So good)
The Arrangement- @gurugirl (sugar daddy h!)
The Ex- @gurugirl (trusf me again)
The whole Knockout series- @freedomfireflies (yall don’t even know how feral this series makes me…)
404- @freedomfireflies (again obsessed, nerdy enemies chefs kiss)
Silk and Rope- @cupid-styles (dom/sub dynamic, so soft)
Only Angel- @cupid-styles (tattorry, experienced h, shy y/n)
Complicated Freak- @lukesaprince (best friends Dadrry is a weakness)
Rich- @lukesaprince (older! H, age gap,)
Mutually Beneficial - @cherryjuiceblues (Dom/sub dynamics, perfection!)
Could You Live With Just a Taste- @frioamor (Dom/sub, smut is mind blowing)
Love’s Divine- @atlafan (nanny!h omg)
Peaches & Cream- @atlafan (anything they write tbh)
You’re Someone I Just Want Around- @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy & @sunflowervolvimp3 (I put this every year bc I reread it every single year. I’m obsessed. My Roman Empire. I’ve never heard ‘like real people do’ the same since.)
Please You- @adorebeaa (again just trust me)?
Wolfrry- @adorebeaa (please I’m obsessed w this and the smut is incredible)
The Dark King- @shroombloomm (so so so so so good, dark obviously but I love it)
Achilles Heel- @angelisverba (I’m obsessed w their writing and plugrry but this smut is mind blowing)
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Ruin The Friendship
A letter gets mailed to its intended recipient. A letter confessing your feelings. A letter you never meant to send.
Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
Warning: fluff, no use of y/n
Author’s note: My final entry for the Hogmarch challenge, prompt five. This was such a fun challenge, thanks for hosting @thatdammchickennugget ♡
✿ Masterlist | 1k words
“What letter? I didn’t have any mail to send, Daisy,” I ask our house elf as she updates me about the chores she’s done for the day.
“The letter beneath your bed. Daisy found it and to thank you kind miss for saving Daisy from your father’s fury yesterday, Daisy went the extra mile to send it,” she announces proudly.
“You mean,” I whisper, a sinking feeling growing in my chest, “the letter containing my deep and honest thoughts and feelings, about the boy I love, that I swore to myself I would never - and I mean never - send?” I exhale, feeling the edges of a panic attack creep in.
Daisy frowns. “Sorry miss, Daisy did not know. Daisy thought she was helping,” she apologizes, cowering in the corner.
“Stand up, Daisy. I’m not going to hit you,” I reassure her. “But I could hit myself so I don’t have to attend class tomorrow and face the mortifying events that are sure to follow.”
I jump up from my bed and nod, waving my wand. I could do that.
“Miss, please!” Daisy pleads. “Don’t hurt yourself. It’s Daisy’s fault,” she hisses. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Daisy!” She chides, punctuating each word by banging her head against my drawers.
“Stop, Daisy,” I reach out, touching her shoulder. "Fine” I sigh, “no one is hurting themselves.”
I am just going to have to go to school tomorrow and die from shame.
The letter
My sweet Enzo,
It’s ironic you admire me for my bravery for taking down our childhood bullies and for being one of the top students in our DADA class. Yet here I am in a moment of weakness, thinking of you. Actually, even when I feel strong, defeated, or happy, I still think of you. In an ideal world, I’d be brave enough to tell you face to face.
But we live in an imperfect world where hearts can break and relationships end, far more often than anyone would like. So if it saves our friendship, I can and must lock my heart away. I wish I can tell you when or how it happened, but I myself don’t understand.
All I know is that I’m hopelessly in love with you. There, I said it.
The aftermath
I peer into Enzo’s dorm, head snaking past the door.
Please, please, please, let it be vacant. Let it be vacant, I chant in my head.
I sigh when silence greets me and move the rest of my body inside, sagging against the door in relief.
What are the odds that Enzo has already read a letter that just arrived this morning? He’s probably at quidditch practice, which means I still have a shot at saving myself from utter mortification. And more importantly, to save our friendship.
I scan his room and hurry towards the table littered with books, dried ink splotches stain the oak wood. If the letter were anywhere, it would be somewhere he—
I yelp when a door opens and turn towards Enzo stepping out from the bathroom with damp hair clinging to his scalp, water dripping down his sculpted chest, running along his toned abs. All hail quidditch.
He clears his throat and I bite my treacherous tongue - the one that unconsciously moved across my lips. Salazar, if I don’t get my act together, I won’t even need some stupid letter to reveal my feelings.
My cheeks burn as I return my gaze to his amused expression. “What the hell are you doing here and why are you naked?” I accuse. That’s right, I’m just blushing because I’m angry.
He adjusts the towel across his hips and I turn away, shoving the image of his toned figure from my mind, trying not to imagine whatever else is beneath his towel. “First of all, not naked,” he states.
“And more importantly, you’re asking me what I am doing, taking a shower, here in my dorm?” he points to the floor for emphasis. I wince and kick myself internally.
“I thought you’d be at quidditch practice,” I try. “I just - I just lost something and thought it might be with you.”
“What is it? I can help you look,” he offers, moving towards me and I step back.
“Enz please, put some clothes on first!” I plead, reminding myself to breathe.
I stop midstep when I feel something cool and solid behind me and I realize I’ve backed into a wall. Why the hell is Enzo prowling towards me like I’m his prey?
I close my eyes when he stops just in front of me, heat radiating from his body. I will myself to disappear, to fuse with the wall, to—
“By any chance,” he starts, “the thing you’re looking for. Is it white and made of paper—”
No, no, no, no, I chant this time, my eyes opening to stare at him in horror.
He continues, “the one with your handwriting scrawled inside?”
All the words leave my mind.
He smirks, “it would be a shame if you lost it and wanted it back because I rather liked it.”
“Y-you do?” I whisper.
His smirk gives way to a warm smile. “Darling, you’re more courageous than I am and I still admire you for your bravery. You managed to write it. Here’s my response: I love you too.”
“Well technically, I never meant to send it. It was Daisy,” I try to explain.
“So I have Daisy to thank. I’ll bring her flowers next time,” he says, making a mental note before continuing. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time too, but I was also worried it could ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same.”
“Now that we’ve established we feel the same…” I begin but trail off when he rests his arm on the wall above me and leans in. My breath hitches.
“I won’t need my clothes until much later,” he ends my sentence.
It’s not what I was going to say but the second I open my lips to protest, his mouth crashes into mine and nothing else matters.
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— takuma ino misses your adorable little face and your even more adorable moans while he's away for a mission.
( cw ) ⸻ female anatomy describe, her/she pronouns, black coded reader, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, phone sex, feminine pet names, mentions of cum, mentions of spit, spit usage, told in third pov cause it's through ino's eyes, established relationship (reader and ino are dating), ino hive we up and running, reader is a college student, ino is away for a mission, wc: 2.1k, minors dni ! repost from old account!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dedicated to the hottest ino simp ever @honeybleed
THE MOONLIGHT SHINED THROUGH THE CREAM-COLORED HOTEL CURTAINS. The sound of the hotel room's air conditioner hummed alongside the nude-colored walls as the only form of light that illuminated the room was from Ino's cell phone. His black shaded hair fell into his face while texting on his cellphone. He immediately updated Kiyotaka Ijichi on the mission, admitting that he'll return to Tokyo tomorrow noon. He couldn't wait to return home.
Specifically, he couldn't wait to go home to his girlfriend who loved complaining about him coming to her home bruised and battered after an eventful mission of fighting curses. His brown-colored eyes traveled the miniature alarm clock on the hotel's nightstand before going back to his phone. "She's probably sleeping," He uttered to himself.
But that didn't stop him from sending the notorious text that always leads to something devious.
You Up?
When he heard the familiar sound of his message going through, he waited to see if she would read it. Which she did immediately. He felt his lips curl into a smile seeing the text bubbles pop up indicating that she was typing. Similar to a dog getting a big fat treat, Ino's face lit up seeing her text message. He hated to admit that the young woman made him go weak on the knees on some days. He hated to admit just how love-sick he was when his stomach would form the most hideous knots thinking about her when he was out putting his life on the line. The bone-chilling feeling of possibly not making it back to her always was a thought Ino was forced to push out of his head countless times. Even when he had gotten a small cut or bruise, he still hated the look of worry that decorated her face when she saw him.
His thoughts were briefly interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Her contact photo of her smiling right back at Ino flashed on the screen. He assumed that she must have missed him just as much as he missed her. When he let the pad of his thumb press the green-colored accept button on his phone screen, his face lit up in the darkness seeing that beautiful smile on her face. Even though her lights were dimmed a bit in her room, he still could see that smile that made him fall for her.
"What are you still doing up so late?" Don't you have class in the morning?" Ino jokingly questioned, his eyebrows knitted together in a playful look of confusion.
"My class isn't until noon, so I'll be okay. I just wanted to make sure my boyfriend is okay since he's out slaying curses and whatnot," She sighed.
"Y/N, I'm good. I'll be back in Tokyo before your noon class ends. Unless..." His voice trails off and Y/N finishes his sentence.
"You're assigned another mission, I understand." Y/N sighed again as Ino watched her sink even further into the pink-colored stuffed animal he won her on their second date. "I just miss you so much." Her voice alludes to a cute whine that causes Ino to smile a little.
"I miss you so much too."
"How much? She questioned. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she waited for an answer to her question.
Ino found himself leaning over to turn on the lap that was on the nightstand so she could get a better look at him other than his ominous shadow in the darkness. He watched as her face lit up now being able to look at his face. From the way, his dark-colored hair fell to partially cover the scar that decorated his forehead to the way that you could clearly tell he was exhausted but was fighting his sleep just to see his pretty girl face.
"I don't want to keep you up. You look so tired," Y/N pointed out.
Once the word tired tumbled off her tongue with worry, Ino let out a yawn. His hands went up to rub at his eyes before speaking, "I'm good. I'm not hanging up until you tell me to."
"Good because I have been thinking about you a lot, if you get the drift," Y/N says.
Ino's eyebrows raised in curiosity. He let his tongue glide across his lips before his mind went to catch Y/N's drift. His cheeks instantly stained a crimson color as he gave his girlfriend a foolish grin. A grin she's seen one too many times. A grin that causes her to playfully push him away when his callous curse-fighting hands would grope at her ass when they're out in public. The same grin he gave her before waltzing his way into the mall dressing room with her.
"You have an early morning probably, I don't want to keep you up," Y/N huffed as Ino noticed that she was leaning against the headboard of her bed now.
"I told you, I'm good," Ino uttered as he looked at her. His eyes darted from her face to her hardened nipples that poked out of the thin white-colored tank top she wore back to her face. "What do you have in mind?" He questioned.
"You know what I have in mind Ino." She whines. She slides down her headboard in a dramatic manner before speaking once again, "I was going to send you some pictures, but I'm needy. I miss your touch and your dick."
Ino chuckled at her statement. His fingers comb through his dark-shaded locks before looking at the hotel nightstand clock. He was sure this would help him fall asleep faster, plus he did miss the sound of soft moans in his ear. "Fuck it." He uttered as he sat up in his bed.
He mimicked the way Y/N was, placing his back on the headboard. "Let's do it," He says gaining the cutest giggle from Y/N.
"Okay, but I went to a store with one of my friends and brought something."
Ino's eyebrows raised at her words. Although he knew what his girlfriend was alluding to—he still couldn't wait to see what she would bring to the steamy FaceTime call. During her absence, Ino's tugging down the pajama pants he wore. The alluring thought of having phone sex already caused his dick to twitch in anticipation. As he held his iPhone, his hand traced alongside his toned abs before palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.
"You're ready Ino?" Y/N questioned. "I'm going to call you off my MacBook, 'kay?"
"Yes," Ino could hear the phone hang up before he could see her calling back. He answered the call with quickness and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store when he saw the view.
The only view of his girlfriend's cute pink-colored panties that covered her pussy he's been balls deep in too many times. If Ino look closer, he could see the faint dampness in between her legs that imprinted her panties. He saw the vibrating wand that was a similar color to her panties and chuckled. "Could you hear me okay?" He asked.
"Mhmm," Y/N answered before she tugged off the tank top she was wearing revealing her bare chest.
At that moment, Ino was kicking the thin sheets that covered his lower half. His body instantly grew hot at the sight of his girlfriend. His cock aching to be touched and he wished it was her touching him. His teeth grazed at his lower lip before he spoke once again, "Go ahead and give me a show pretty girl."
He heard her chuckle. "And how do you want me to give you a show, Ino?" She asked.
His eyes looked at the pastel pink wand in her hand on the phone and she could only playfully roll her eyes. However, the curious glint in Ino's eyes caused her panties to be soaked.
The next minutes consisted of Y/N's placing the wand against her bare folds. Her legs quivered feeling the vibration in between her thighs and Ino felt like he was on a cloud despite being miles away from her. He was so enthusiastic to please himself, but first, he had to make sure Y/N felt the same way. He needed her to feel as hot as he was in the hotel room.
"How you're feeling baby?" He asked as he watched her move the wand in a circular motion.
"Much better if you were here," Y/N says through subtle moans.
Ino could see her hands shaking just a bit due to the intoxicating feeling that was placed on her clit. "Just imagine, I am there." He says.
Y/N has never heard Ino's voice leak with so much sex appeal. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment. She let her body relax in her queen-sized bed and her eyes shifted closer. Her grasp on the wand seem to grow tighter as Ino's voice echoed out of her laptop speakers. If she thought hard enough, she could imagine that it was Ino holding the vibrating toy against her clit.
"Just me in between your thighs eating you out just the way you like it," Ino said. "You always tend to run away from me when I'm down there, but I always pull you right back to my face. Or the fact that you always tug at my hair when you're about to cum, thinkin' I don't want you to cum all over fuckin' face."
"Fuck." Y/N breathed out while she could feel her orgasm coming bit by bit.
Ino would sneer at the sight he was seeing and instantly flipped his camera so that Y/N could see the lower half of his body. His hands now tugging down his boxers freeing himself from the growingly tight space. His cock slapped at his stomach and oozed with precum from the thought of his pretty girlfriend. He brought his hand that wasn't holding his phone up to his mouth. Pooling all the saliva he could and spitting it in his hand. His free hand palmed his cock starting from his pink mushroom-shaped tip to his girthy shaft.
Y/N's mind seemed to be doing mental backflips at the sight of Ino's cock. The woman has seen many men dicks in previous relationships, but nothing could beat Ino's. A very persistent grower when it was time to please her. He kept it trimmed and neat, but not exactly clean-shaven. Gosh, she couldn't forget it seemingly having a curve to the left.
"Fuck—Y/N. I missed you so much," Ino moaned out as he was letting his hand guide up and down his cock. He was trying so hard to attempt to mimic the exact type of grip Y/N would have if she was giving him a handjob.
Y/N gasped out Ino's name repeatedly as if it were a scripture. Her mind felt like a bottle of shaken-up soda. Her body was getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. The two of them have shared countless times like this before due to Ino's sorcerer's work, but tonight was a bit different. The pornographic sound of Ino beating his dick and the sound of Y/N's moans was enough for Ino to gain a noise complaint from whoever occupied the hotel room next to him, but he could care less. He needed to watch his girl cum.
"Fuck." Ino uttered as his hand guided up and down the shaft of his cock. "I'm going to cum, let's cum together baby girl."
Y/N couldn't even focus with the way her toes were curling in anticipation to cum another time. Her moans that called out Ino's name as the pastel pink wand was pressed against her clit, "Okay." She moaned out.
In a matter of seconds, Ino was a grunting mess as he could feel his body heat up. The sheer thought of imagining Y/N's hands around his cock caused the sorcerer to go feral. When he felt the thick ropes of cum splatter out, his head fell back in complete bliss. His breathy grunts bounced off the walls as he glanced down at the mess he made. His face drained of its color and the only noticeable color that stained his face was the shade of red from the desirable pleasure he formally was experiencing.
The couple came down from the small moment of being on cloud nine due to them cumming together and the only thing that was heard between the two were the breathless pants.
"When you come back, just come to my place." Y/N would say.
Ino would get out of bed, instantly going to the bathroom to shower (again). He could hear Y/N shuffling around her room, most likely doing the same thing he was about to do. "What about class?"
"I can always get a doctor's note and I would rather you be the one to make me cum and not a vibrator." these were the last words Ino heard from Y/N before he heard the sound indicating that the FaceTime call ended.
"Gosh, I fuckin' love her," Ino uttered to himself.
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ROSEY’S KINKTOBER SPECIAL
GENERAL INFORMATION
Helloooo! I’m going to be running a Kinktober for the first time next month! I’m excited because I have a lot of ideas and whatnot so please find the list of dates, titles, and concepts below. As always with my content, I post R18 NSFW content so I advise anyone who is under the age of 18 to refrain from reading/engaging with my posts and future posts!
🌹OCT.1 - Car sex - Bang Chan
Same coin, different faces: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.
🌹OCT.3 - Erotic Massage - Changbin
These hands were made for you: Changbin innocently asks if you can give him a massage but doesn't expect to become so horny and aroused by it.
🌹OCT.5 - BDSM - Felix
Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream: A BDSM scene that takes place between you and soft dom Felix.
🌹OCT.7 - Voyeurism - Jeongin
Weeding out the Weak: After almost two weeks of Jeongin not allowing you to touch yourself, greed finally makes you cave which only leads you to be caught by him in his bed trying to get yourself off. Despite pleading to Jeongin for him to fuck you, he finds a better solution of only giving you half of what you want.
🌹OCT.9 - Threesome - Minho + Jisung
Eat, sleep, play: This one shot looks into the dynamics of an established polyamourous relationship between you and Minsung, along with an account of what Jisung likes to call ‘play time’.
🌹OCT.11 - Aftercare - OT8 blurb version
Blanket of Safety: An OT8 blurb version of how each other members take care of you after intense and/or vanilla sex.
🌹OCT.13 - Squirting - Hyung Line Version
Come as you please Part 1: A blurb version of how each of the Hyung line members reacts to making you squirt.
🌹OCT.15 - Squirting - Maknae Line Version
Come as you please Part 2: A blurb version of how each of the Maknae line members reacts to making you squirt.
🌹OCT.17 - Freelance - Seungmin
Don't Bite the Hand that Feeds You: Featuring Seungmin as your lecturer's student assistant whose personality is just as harsh as he fucks.
🌹OCT.19 - Hate fuck - Minho
Venom Biter: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.
🌹OCT.21 - Top/bottom dynamic - Jisung
Hell’s Baby: Jisung, who is not a jock but friends with many, comes across as a seemingly dominant person. It’s not until you shatter that facade of his, only to find out that he’s a switch, mainly leaning towards a bottom, wanting desperately to be put in his place.
POWER WEEK
🌹OCT.23 - Dry humping - Hyunjin
Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire: Hyunjin can't get neither his or your clothes off in time for him to fuck you. Unfortunately, he has to resort to and put up with another measure.
🌹OCT.24 - Phone sex - OT8 version
I can’t see you, but I can hear you: An OT8 blurb version of each of the members engaging in phone sex with the reader.
🌹OCT.25 - Threesome - Bang Chan + Felix
Some things are better left unknown: After suspecting your two roommates of potentially being in a relationship, there's more to just that when you discover one of them actually has a crush on you.
🌹OCT.26 - Sensory play - Jeongin
Table manners and Bible Studies: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.
🌹OCT.27 - Brat Taming - Seungmin
If the collar fits: Seungmin can't stand brats. But he is more than willing to train one into submission no matter how hard it is for him.
🌹OCT.28 - Cuckolding - Bang Chan
Open Game: This one shot involves, you, Bang Chan, an invitation to an exclusive sex club, and a whole heap of memories that he’s never going to forget.
🌹OCT.31 - Halloween special
Yet to be decided…
I can’t wait to get into next month so stay tuned for updates or any changes!
Rose xxx
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➤ when they find out you have a fwb | the dateables
1.3k words | gn!reader | nsfw | suggestive
c/w: jealousy, pining, masturbation
read more: the demon brothers | when solomon is your fwb
Barbatos first learns about your arrangement from Asmodeus, and he hesitates to inform his young master about it. Perhaps it's not their place to discuss your private life, but he decides that transparency is best. The subject inevitably comes up one morning when Diavolo asks for an update about the exchange program. He's anxious to know how the students are adjusting to life in the Devildom. Admittedly, he's not concerned about Solomon or the angels as much as he is about you. You're an ordinary human with only Lucifer and his siblings to protect you outside of school hours. He remembers how upset you were when you first arrived and he doesn't want resentment to linger.
Diavolo chokes on a mouthful of coffee when Barbatos informs him that you’re in a relationship with one of your classmates. (He uses the term relationship loosely since he's seen no evidence that you spend much time together outside of your physical arrangement.) Diavolo clears his throat and remarks how wonderful it is that you're making friends so quickly. The smile on his face looks forced. He leaves the rest of his breakfast untouched and carries on with his preparations for the day. He feels a burst of happiness when he sees you at RAD, and he ignores the bitter jealousy that burns his throat when he sees your friend. He has no logical reason to interfere, and he knows it's petty when he considers the subtle ways he can try to keep you two apart. It feels like an abuse of his power, but the more he thinks about it, the more justified he feels. He doesn't get much work done because he's so distracted thinking about the best way to approach you about deepening your relationship. You're his guest in the Devildom; if you want to turn to someone for pleasurable company, why not the prince himself?
Barbatos keeps a close eye on you and your friend once he discovers your secret. He tells himself it's because his young master would want him to and not his own jealous curiosity. He has no evidence to suggest the other demon means to harm you or that you're not being treated well. On the contrary, some days your eyes seem just a bit brighter and there's a secretive smile on your face. His keen eye for detail notices that sometimes you walk with the slightest limp in your gait. Your spirit and body are radiant in the aftermath of pleasure and he realizes he wants you for himself. He decides your time is wasted with your current choice of companion. He finds new reasons to seek you out because your friend is reluctant to approach you when the demon lord's butler hovers nearby. He feels a bit smug that your suitor is so easily deterred. See? You can do better than that weak excuse for a demon.
Barbatos eagerly learns more about your favourite foods and drinks, the types of books you like to read and your hobbies. He knows your class schedule and surprises you with mid-morning snacks of freshly-brewed tea and baked treats he makes specially for you. He plans to court you properly, so he can give you everything your other lover didn't; you deserve so much more than rushed fumblings in dark, dusty storage closets.
Solomon was wrong about you. In a world of demons, he believed you would naturally turn to him if you missed parts of your life in the human world. He’s the only other human here, and it seemed logical that you would lean on him for support or comfort. He remembers the first day he met you; if he could sense your fear, he knew the demons could too. That’s why he’s genuinely shocked to learn that not only are you and the demon brothers actually getting along, but that you’ve started fucking one of your classmates too. Asmo giggles at Solomon’s slack-jawed expression when he tells him.
It’s only a few days later when he happens to spot you coming out of a dark utility closet in your slightly-wrinkled uniform. He plasters a wide grin on his face and pretends not to notice. He offers to walk you to the cafeteria for lunch as a chance for you two to catch up. He sniffs the air discreetly while you chatter on about something funny the brothers did that morning. He's too distracted to pay attention to what you're saying, though. Underneath the whiff of hastily-reapplied fragrance, he detects salty sweat, musk and a hint of cologne he knows you don’t wear. He wonders what other traces your friend left behind. Did he suck bruises into your skin where the collar of your shirt covers them? Are you sticky from demon cum that dripped down your thighs? It bothers him more than it should that some random demon gets to touch you like this. He can’t stop thinking about it. After trying and failing to sleep that night, he jerks off while he fantasizes about what it might be like to pull you into an empty classroom and hear your voice beg him to fuck you. You're already friends, and he can offer you secrecy or discretion if that's your preference. All he needs to do is think of how to persuade you to let him be your dirty little secret instead. If you give him a chance, he promises you won't regret it.
The first time Simeon sees you with your fling, he's leaning close and whatever he whispers in your ear makes you smile. You bite your lip and nod, and Simeon's perplexed because he's never seen you act this way with someone before. Oh, he's just a friend. The second time Simeon sees you with your fling, he's leading you by the hand into one of the club offices after school. It's a stroke of bad luck, really. He forgot his textbook in one of the classrooms, but he pauses outside the door you disappeared through. He might be an angel, but he's not innocent. He knows exactly what you and your friend are getting up to. It makes his throat dry and he feels hot all of a sudden, and he spends the rest of the night trying to concentrate on his homework instead of the soft, muffled noises he heard through that door. The next day is even worse. There's a noticeable spring in your step and if he leans over you at just the right angle, the small purplish mark barely hidden by your shirt collar reminds him all over again how you got it in the first place.
He didn't think you'd seek out the company of demons that way, especially not with some random classmate you barely spend time with outside of your little dalliances. He understands that humans are lustful and impulsive creatures. Are you so desperate that you would turn to a stranger to satisfy your physical needs? He's not sure why he cares so much. Maybe it's because you're a kind, bright soul in this strange kingdom of endless night. Maybe it's because you stir things in him that he tries to ignore: longing for companionship, desire for a loving hand to touch him instead of his own. Jealousy makes his tone sharp and his heart ache. He goes to bed imagining what taking you out on a date might be like, and he wakes up hard with his hand around his cock as memories of your sweet, pleasured sounds echo in his mind. He can't remember the last time he was so easily led astray by temptation. He wonders if you're more demon than human because he's powerless to resist you.
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🔞 WHO IS SHE?
↺ LIBRARY . GOJO WORKS [1] . GOJO FAVES [2] .
A Kyoto student gives the Six Eyes a run for his money during the tournament. Are they really fighting or just flirting?
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Part 1
During the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, a student Gojo encounters someone who can match his strength. It's not humbling. It hurts his pride. But neither of you can deny the tension between you two. You and him are just flirting back and forth like crazy, forming a lustful rivalry.
Part 2
After a long back-and-forth fight full of flirting, Satoru loses. You win the bet. Afterwards, you overhear him boasting about getting a blowjob to Suguru, so you decide to show both losers how weak your mouth can make them!
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Daily update post:
A 47 years old mother and her 15 years old son were seriously injured in a Hezbollah rocket attack today, aimed at the northern city of Kiryat Shmona. I'll just point out that even though the Iran-funded terrorism group always claims their attacks on Israelis are a retaliation for this or for that, they chose to open fire at Israel on Oct 7 (when this country was busy with Hamas terrorists still infiltrating it in the south), and they haven't stopped since.
I just wanted to show you what it looks like when Israel's border is being fired at, but please keep in mind that Iron Dome was only implemented in 2011, but we have been fired at by one hostile entity or another (often more than one) for a very long time. I can't remember a time when we weren't afraid of rockets being fired at us. And Iron Dome, as demonstrated again today, with all due respect to it, is like every other defence system: it's not foolproof. Any person who wouldn't accept being at the receiving end of these rocket barrages, has no right to demand that Israel continues to accept this distorted reality.
(audio: Golda Meir)
So this is a reminder that this is what Israel has been dealing with almost non-stop since Oct 7 from several fronts.
Here in Israel, we continue to follow with alarm the rise of antisemitic incidents around the globe. This time, I have to share with you this horrifying bit of news, about a Jewish student, Lahav Shapira, being beaten so badly, that he had to be hospitalized and undergo surgery for the facial injuries that he endured at the hands of an Arab (so called "pro-Palestinian") student. Police says this was following an argument over the war in Gaza, Lahav's family says he and his gf were stalked, then he was jumped, while the attacker shouted, "Why are you posting pictures of kidnapped people?" To make matters worse, this happened in Berlin, and Lahav is the grandson of an Israeli athelete who was murdered by Palestinian terrorists in Germany, while he was participating in the 1972 Olympic Games. Berlin's Free University's response was weak, focused on explaining that the law prevents them from expelling the attacking student.
While ignorant social media users insist that what's happening to the Palestinians is a genocide, the niece of Qatar-based Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh gave birth in an Israeli hospital. Her baby was born prematurely, and is taken care of in the NICU. Haniyeh has 3 sisters who married Israeli Bedouin Arabs, got Israeli citizenship through that, and live in Israel with full citizen rights. I've worked with so many victims of actual cases of genocide, and NONE went to get medical treatment from the people who were massacring them.
I've now seen Tumblr posts accusing Israel of bombing over one million people in Rafah. These are posts referring to the rescue raid, where Israeli soldiers raided one apartment, SAVED two hostages, and then left. If you're trying to save two hostages from terrorists who would kill their prisoners and themselves first, you wanna sneak in there as discreetly as possible. You wouldn't bomb an entire city. Even Hamas' false spin, blaming Israel of a massacre (and don't forget that Hamas is the organization telling the world how many died during this operation), didn't try to claim that the IDF attacked the whole population of the city. There's something insanely wrong in a reality where people on social media uncritically pass along lies that not even a terrorist organization dares to tell.
The graduating student in the cap is Matan Levi.
He studied law, and was about to have his graduation ceremony when Hamas' massacre took place. He left everything, and went south to fight as a reservist that verey day. On Oct 14, he was hit by a mortar, and when he woke up in the hospital, he discovered that he had lost his eyesight. According to his own account, that was very hard to hear, but his first thought was regarding how this won't break him, how he can move on from this. Since then, he's been accompanied by a former soldier named Amit Barel:
Amit fought and was injured in the Second Lebanon War, back in 2006. He lost his sight, too. He has since developed a career, married, and had kids. He's a part of a program where wounded former soldiers are helping those who have been recently injured to cope with their new challenges. He said that simply seeing that life is possible even with serious injuries is very helpful to a lot of the newly wounded soldiers. I thought it's inspirational, how people can put their misfortune to good use, to help others, how these new bonds and friendships get formed, so I wanted to share the story of this touching project.
But I also wanted to reflect on how Israel is a society of wounded people. Not just physically. We have the collective trauma caused by thousands of years of antisemitic persecution, including the Holocaust and the expulsion of Mizrachi Jews from Arab and Muslim countries, and we have the on going trauma caused by the continued use of violence against us in a war that was started against us in 1947, and has never really ended, whatever form it has taken at different points in time. No one has a right to speak about this conflict, unless they're willing to acknowledge this hurt, too.
(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)
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Hello!! can you do gojo x dumb but kind reader?
like reader could be playing a game and someone starts bragging to her about how they won and she just like "Oh okay well I think you were really good! you deserve it:D"
Like she can making anyone who was insulting her feel bad in seconds
and gojo sometimes calls u dumb or makes joke that you don't understand so you think he's serious or calling you dumb so you start crying and he has to make it up to you (^o^)
Please and thank you lots of fluff as well!!!
Gojo Satoru X Dumb but Kind Fem! Reader
a/n: thanks anon for this request, and sorry for the late update 🫶🏻
ps: I'm working on all the requests, sorry for taking too long to post all of them, but there are a lot of requests + working on Wattpad so thank you for your understanding
It became a weekly routine for you to gather in the Jujutsu high school common room, playing games together to unwind and have some fun, aiming to relieve stress of the missions. Occasionally, students from Kyoto high schools joined in for friendly competitions.
Gojo, was always there, he has always enjoyed the competitive spirit during these sessions.
The air was full of laughter and cracking jokes every now and then. You were quietly playing by yourself in a corner, minding your own business. But, your peace had to be interrupted by none other than Mai. She's always eager to tease and make fun of you without any apparent reason. She enjoyed showing off, knowing you wouldn't fight back. You're just too kind for this world.
She approached you and everyone in the room knew what she's about to say, a smirk revealing her intentions.
"Watcha doing, Y/n? Oh, you're still there. I don't think you made any progress. You see, I already won that game—all the levels."
Her aim was clear: to make you feel weak, dumb and like a loser. However, you excelled at turning insults into lessons in kindness. Without missing a beat, you paused your game, flashed a smile, and responded,
"Oh, wonderful! You did well Mai; you deserve it."
It's Mai we're talking about, so she wouldn't feel bad, but rather embarrassed. She continually attempted to bring you down, but always faces your kindness every time. Not only her, but others often underestimated your abilities, often teasing you about it and calling you names.
Perhaps because it takes you a bit longer than others to understand something, but that's completely normal. People are just mean.
"Hey, why don't you compete with her?" suggested one of them.
"Whaaat?. She'd probably get her ass beaten in less than 3 seconds," exclaimed Mai's best friend.
"I think Mai is a formidable opponent; she's brilliant," you responded with a friendly smile, shifting your focus back to your game.
They exchanged glances, attempting to provoke you, but couldn't. Your kindness often shields you, either because you don't fully grasp their intentions to bully you or because you don't take them or their words too seriously. After all, why let someone your age calling you dumb make you feel sad?
However, this is not the case with Gojo Satoru.
You take him way too seriously, hanging on to each word as if it were truth. You know it's his nature to be playful and teasing, but his occasional jokes have a different impact on you. Despite this, you've never dared to confront him. Instead, you've worn a fake smile, blinking away tears. But today was different; it became your breaking point.
Finally, Mai left you alone, granting you some peace to play without disturbance. While others were busy competing and laughing, you didn't notice Gojo standing right behind you. A small mistake slipped into your gameplay, one that could have been easily avoided, but you couldn't help it.
"That was a dumb move, Y/n!" Gojo exclaimed, startling you.
"Huh?"
"That mistake could have been easily avoided, but you had to be dumb as usual" he added, rolling his eyes.
A lump formed in your throat, tears threatening to fall.
"I-I was just—" you stuttered.
"You've gotta practice if you want to be like your friends. I'm not only talking about this game but real life too" he added.
Unable to respond, your eyes remained fixed on the game in front of you. They were red from holding back tears, and you didn't want him to see.
Gojo then stood in the center of the common room and said,
"Hey, guys, listen to this joke. Why did that kind girl try to tell a joke about time travel?" He started , and when they asked why, he said, "Because she thought it was about fixing all her past misunderstandings. Turns out she couldn't grasp the punchline in any timeline."
The room erupted in laughter.
"That was a good one" said one of the students.
You stood there feeling out of place, realizing the joke was about you from the way everyone laughed and pointed.
Overwhelmed, you excused yourself from the crowded room, seeking comfort in the garden. The weight on your chest felt unbearable, and tears were threatening to fall. Gojo, sensed your distress when you left the room, mentally cursed himself, his joke might have gone far. So he decided to follow you.
He found you on the stairs, tears streaming down your face as you gazed at the trees.Concerned, he approached,
"Hey Y/n, are you okay?"
It was time to confront him. Keeping your focus on the trees, your voice cracked as you spoke,
"Why do you always do that? Make fun of me in front of everyone? Is it fair to call me dumb for the slightest mistakes?" Frustration overflowed.
Gojo's playful side vanished, replaced by sincerity and seriousness,
"I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I didn't realize it was affecting you like this."
Wiping away your tears, you replied,
"Giving no reaction and faking a smile doesn't mean it doesn't affect me. I'm just good at hiding it."
He felt really bad, realizing that he took it too far this time and that his jokes and teasing had been making you sad all the time.
"Why do you even do it?" you asked again.
"I thought it was all good and fun, just like with everyone else. I was trying to lighten the mood. I didn't know it bothered you that much. Sorry about that, princess. I'll make it up to you."
"Nah you don't have to" you resisted,
but he insisted,
"No, I want to." Standing up, he exclaimed, pulling you close.
With his thumbs, he wiped your tears and tucked your hair behind your ears, whispering,
"Let me fix it. I'm sorry for making you feel that way. You're a kind soul. Would you give me a chance?"
You're too kind to turn him down so you nodded.
"come on show me that precious smile of yours here you go princess oh I love that sweet smile I'll make sure it never leaves your face"
To say the least, he made you feel significantly better. His comforting gestures were genuine and sincere. you could feel him pulling you into a warm, big hug.
You're precious to him, and teasing is his way of expressing love.
"You're too good for this world Y/n!!"
He realized that sometimes words even in jest, could cut deeper than intended. He promised to be more careful, acknowledging that people might not see through good intentions, since people can't read minds.
So it's always better to speak something positive or remain silent.
if anyone treats you with disrespect, make sure to defend yourselves pookies. Never let anyone calls you dumb or underestimates you. You're too precious, you're unique, don't let people bring you down! speak up and defend yourselves 🫶🏻💪🏻
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Twst Playful Land Scenarios with OT3 [Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge]:
Dawn and Lilia being controlled and forced to fight.
No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not this, not again.
You watched as Lilia and Dawn clashed swords. They weren’t in their right minds.
Like marionettes, their actions weren’t their own.
As if possessed, their eyes reflected none of the emotions you adored.
“No! Please!”
Your scream was met with laughter as the sound of swords continued to clash.
“Poor thing, you should have just played along. But you didn’t, did you? Had to stick your nose in where it wasn’t supposed to, now look what you’ve done. Watching those you Iove fight each other.”
You saw red.
It was all a game to him.
You took a deep breath.
I’ve stopped this once before. I’ll do it again.
And then…
Then you’re going after Honest Fellow.
YN being controlled and forced to fight them.
Lilia jumped away, missing the sword aimed at his head.
“YN, stop!”
You blankly stare back at them. Your body controlled like a puppet.
The NRC students were restricted in how they could free you.
If they tried using magic against you or Fellow, he would have you pointing your sword at your throat.
“Look at your faces! You all are weak when it comes to this one huh? How revolting. Allowing one person such power over you.”
Fellow gestured and you moved.
Dawn blocked the blow aimed at Ace, “YN! Beloved! Snap out of it!”
YN jumped back swiftly, like a lifeless doll pulled back but it’s owner.
“Ah ah ah, it’s not that easy. You should worry about yourself. You never know when you might end up at the end of their blade. Just like Mr. Asim right here.”
YN flew towards Kalim, easily bypassing Cater, sword aimed at his chest.
Kalim froze, closing his eyes, waiting for the pain.
“YN! Kalim!”
Kalim opened his eyes, only to see you.
You had grabbed the blade with your other hand, blood dripping to the floor.
“Please…stop…me…”
There was light in your eyes before the magic binds pulled you back.
“Hm~ Seems my toy needs some tinkering~”
Lilia and Dawn watched as your fearful eyes became clouded once again, watched as blood dripped from your hand.
Blood had been spilt, your blood.
Fellow tilted your head towards him.
“Though I’m starting to see why you all care so much for this one, their-”
“SHAAAAA!”
Most of the room jumped as the foreign sound bounced off the walls, heads swerving towards its’ origins.
The aura Lilia gave off had all but Dawn stepping back from him, even the look on Dawn’s face sent feelings of terror to the rooms’ inhabitants.
“Everyone stand back.”
“We will handle this.”
Everyone watched as the General and Knight walked towards Fellow, their steps that of predators.
Ready to maul and protect what is theirs.
YN bound and hanging by ribbons:
Dawn couldn’t help but wonder, was it the peace and happiness he felt that led to this?
You hung high above them, delicate ribbons keeping you from falling.
He had let his guard down, and you suffered for it.
You were taken from them.
How could he let someone he loved so dearly come into danger?
“Dawn.”
The hand at his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts.
He turned to see Lilia, whose eyes reflected the same emotions his held: worry, frustration, and anger.
“Let’s rescue YN, we can deal with him after.”
Dawn clasped the hand on his shoulder, nodded, before turning back to you.
They would rescue you, and then Honest Fellow would wish he never incurred the wrath of the Sun and Moon.
It’s done 🥳💞 I’m so happy I could finish these scenarios before the next twst playful land update.
I wanted to play around with perspective a bit so that was really fun to do with the various scenarios. ☺️💚
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a balugou or Todoroki x reader helping reader grieve their father. Their father died unexpectedly, and even years later they haven’t processed grief a lot yet. Like some days they’ll be fine, then something will remind them of their dad, or randomly in the middle of the night they’ll cry when they realize they lost their father. If not, totally okay! Love your work so so much!
omg anon, absolutely! i (unfortunately) have a lot of feelings about grief and have no problem talking/writing about it as i find it therapeutic. i super appreciate the respectful approach and thank you for reading my work! supporting my little fleeting thoughts brings me more warmth than you know. 😭💗 i am gonna choose bakugo over the two of them since i don’t think i could do todoroki well enough, hope that’s okay!!
lost in the echo
『 ♡ 』 bakugo x fem!reader
⇢ it all happened so fast - one moment, your family is happy and healthy. the next? it's broken and in disarray, loss shattering your whole world. in a world of super heroes, people often forget just how painfully human they are when sickness strikes.
꒰ tags & content ꒱ heavy talks of grief (parent's passing), talks of self harm/substance abuse (drugs/alcohol), talks of cancer/illness & hospitals | major emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, sprinkles of angst about being perceived while grieving, soft bakugo, reader’s best friends are bakugo and mina, bakugo’s secretly crushing on reader, “happy ending,” characters are 18+
꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; -1.5k ꒱
-`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist
☆ inspired by "neon grave" by dayseeker ☆
⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just a general note to please, please mind the tags for this fic. it's not dark content, per se, but it deals with heavy subject matter (descriptive self destructive habits & harm) and could be upsetting for some. much love for you all! ♡
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“This party sucks,” you whine, leaning on Mina’s shoulder. “Monoma’s drinks are weak as hell.”
Mina pats your head and exhales dramatically. “Might be time to call it a night, babe. It’s almost midnight, and they’re weak cause you’ve downed six cups.”
You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”
The two of you had been invited by some of the class 3B students to hang out in their dorms over the weekend, AKA drink and bullshit the night away. Months ago, you wouldn’t have been caught dead at any of these parties, but nowadays? You were looking for any way to silence the nagging voice in your head. Mina tagged along, mostly to keep an eye on you since none of your other classmates attended said parties. She’d been on her phone most of the night, texting and scrolling in the corner as you knocked back drinks.
“Who the fuck are you texting?” Your words came out acidic, but that wasn’t your intention. The alcohol was beginning to sink in, stirring the emotions in your chest. It was Russian Roulette, you never knew which one would be loaded in the chamber and ready to fire.
Mina clicked her tongue at your tone, raising her eyebrows. “Why do you care?”
Ah, that was code for “I’m texting Bakugo updates on how you’re doing because we’re worried for your wellbeing.”
Logically, you knew they just cared about you. You’d had a tough couple of months - nothing crazy, just that your dad fucking died and tragically lost his battle against cancer.
The news wasn’t easy to hear, let alone digest, the longer it sat with you back when your mom first broke the news. Cancer. One of the most gut churning words in any language. The sheer mention of the term is enough to make anyone’s hairs stand on end, especially when it’s applied to someone you love and care about.
Fluorescent orange bottles lined your kitchen counter back home, multitudes of medication prescribed to keep your dad in a haze while his body decayed. They taunted you, a constant reminder of the grim reality your family was stuck in. You’ve memorized the smell of the hospital, too - that faint stench of death mixed with cleaning supplies. Late nights in the glow of vending machines of the ER lobby and long days spent listening to nurses drone on about hope and miracles. They even had the gall to give you and your mom false hope, declaring he was in remission one week before he died.
You shake your head to rid yourself of the memories, pissed off that even in your buzzed state of mind, all of it was crystal clear. Mina gives you a quizzical stare, realizing that you haven’t heard hear her talking to you the last few minutes.
“We’re leaving,” she exclaims, grabbing your wrist. You tug it from her grasp and chug the rest of the drink in your hand, tossing the now empty cup to the floor.
“Fuck off, Mina! I know you’ve been talking with Katsuki all night. You two treat me like I’m a fragile little bitch!” You yell, waving your arms for dramatic effect. At this point, she’s used to your combative outbursts. She knows you’re grieving, but goddamn, she wanted to smack the shit out of you when you got like this.
“Suit yourself, I’m goin’ to bed.” And with that, she leaves.
Mina actually walks out and leaves you.
You storm to the door, throwing it open and pursuing her down the hallway of the Class B dorms.
“Minaaa!” You call after her, slurring the latter half of her name. She’s got her phone to her ear as she cocks her head to the side, acknowledging she heard you but isn’t listening.
You’re not proud of what you’re about to do.
Sprinting to catch up to her, you take the phone out of her hand from behind, the screen blinking the caller ID briefly - Bakugo. A sinister cackle escapes you while bringing the phone to your ear.
“Katsuki fuckin’ Bakugo. You and Mina are the fucking worst. Why can’t you just let me self destruct, huh?!” The rage bubbling in your guts was too strong to ignore. The metaphorical gun was loaded, and unfortunately for Bakugo, he was the target.
“You treat me like I’m some weak-ass bitch. Just ‘cause my dad fuckin’ died doesn’t mean shit! I’m not a goddamn child, Katsuki!” Your voice cracks over the word ‘child.’
“Treating me like a kid is rich coming from you, ya know. Hah!”
Mina attempts to grab the phone from you, but fails when you duck out of her reach, dancing down the hall away from her. Bakugo still hasn’t said a word back to you.
“The guy who treated sweet little Midoriya like shit for no reason, bullied him over a fuckin’ non-existent grudge. You’re the goddamn poster child of a shitty friend.”
“Y/N, ENOUGH!” Mina screeches, ripping the phone from your hand. She turns away from you while raising the phone to her ear once more.
“I’m sorry Baku-“ Mina’s interrupted by soft snivels. She could tell he tried to hide it - you made him cry.
“Hey, she’s just drunk and being an asshole. She doesn’t mean it,” she whispers. “Get to bed, I’ve kept you up long enough.” Mina hangs up the phone and turns her attention back to you. She doesn’t say a word - her eyes tell you how disappointed she is with your actions.
You quietly sulk behind her back to the Class A dorms, reveling in the guilt of your actions.
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Monday comes along and you still haven't said two words to Bakugo. Admittedly, you're ashamed of yourself and don't have the courage to apologize right now. It wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten into a small tiff, it always goes back to normal. You’re sure this’ll pass and he’ll just talk to you again…right?
But he doesn’t.
Classes wrap for the day and he leaves homeroom without looking your way.
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The silence in your dorm room is starting to drive you mad, not having a decent enough distraction for the endless loop of thoughts circling in your mind. You wander into the bathroom and lazily open your medicine cabinet. A set of translucent orange bottles occupied the bottom shelf - you’d taken them from home, stealing your dead dad’s various medications. A pang of guilt stabs you in the gut while you shuffle through them. You had zero idea what most of these pills even did, but if it got you high? Who fucking cares.
You’re about to dump a few in your hand when something stops you, dropping the tablets onto the floor.
What the fuck?
“Dad…?” You speak aloud, knowing full well how fucking insane you sound for thinking your father’s ghost smacked the medicine out of your hand. As expected, there is no response, just dead air. You scurry back to your bed, grabbing for your phone. Instinctively, you’re about to click Bakugo’s name when your eyes fall on the time: 11:56PM.
You call him anyways.
After a few rings, the line picks up and you hear shuffling before he verbally answers.
“…Hey.”
“Uhh, hi. Sorry for waking you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Can you come to my room?”
There’s a pause.
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. Door's open.”
The line ends with a click.
A minute or two later, your dorm room door cracks open, Bakugo stepping inside and closing it quietly behind him. He hesitantly makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you.
“Y’okay?”
“I almost took some pills. Something stopped me, though and I didn’t.” Shame creeps through you as you're acknowledging the destructive behavior for the first time in months.
“…I’m glad you ditched ‘em.”
Another pause.
“I’m sorry for the other night.”
Bakugo inhales deeply before shifting his gaze to the floor. “Yeah. ‘S fine.”
Obviously, it was not fine.
“Katsuki, seriously. I’m sorry for being an asshole.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t deserve to have you here right now.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t say shit like that. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna be.”
The two of you sit in silence for what feels like an eternity.
Bakugo speaks up first. “Why’d you call me over? Y’coulda told me about the pills over the phone.”
Your eyes begin to well with tears, overcome with emotions that you'd been withholding for too long.
"I miss my dad," You say between hiccupped sobs. "I don't know what to do...it fucking hurts."
Bakugo doesn't hesitate to pull you close, awkwardly throwing his arms around you. "I know."
Everything comes pouring out of you, every single emotion that you've shoved away into the imaginary closet in your head since the funeral. No matter how many times you tell him that he can leave, he doesn't. He stays with you the entire night, laying beside you as you cry yourself to sleep.
───
When you stir awake the next morning, Bakugo's arm is securely hooked around your waist as he's peacefully resting behind you. You give him a light shake to wake him up.
"Mornin'," he grunts, sleepily opening one eye. "How ya feelin'?"
Honestly? You felt...okay.
"Good, I think. Better than I have in awhile," you say, rolling over to face him. "Thank you. I'm sorry again for-"
Unexpectedly, his lips are on yours, silencing your apology. You let out a squeak before melting into the warmth he offers, tugging on your waist to pull you closer to him. He breaks the kiss long enough to mumble, “Forget about all that. Just shut up and kiss me, dammit.”
You can’t help but feel guilty about his affection, how you didn’t think you deserved it after treating him so horribly. All Bakugo wanted to do was be there for you when you pushed him, and Mina, away.
“But…why now?” You ask while pulling away, perplexed at how casual he’s being about all of this.
He just shakes his head, grin plastered on his smug face. “Cause I don’t like seein’ you cry. And Mina may or may not have blabbed about a certain drunken rant ya went on about me.”
What the hell was he…oh. Ohhhh.
Dammit Mina!
“What did she tell you?!” You blurt out, covering your face with your hands. Bakugo grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away from your flared cheeks as he laughs.
“She didn’t say shit, but now I wanna hear it.”
You smack him playfully in the arm, huffing as you turn over. He scoots up and lays his head behind yours on the pillow.
“I care about you, idiot. That’s why. Do I need another reason?”
You close your eyes, a smile settling on your lips as you grab his hand, moving back to snuggle closer to him.
“No. That’s good enough for me.”
The pain in your heart momentarily subsides and offers you a glimpse of hope.
Things will get easier, no matter how dark it is.
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Shameless, pt. 6
snape x professor!reader fic
Shameless Masterpost
omg hey guys... after all the replies on the last update, i almost cried because i honestly did not expect this kind of reaction at all (what an emotional ass b*tch, i know). i can't believe people are reading this, it's mad to me. honestly. i appreciate you all so much, thank you for showing your support. i love you guys :') <3
here is part 6. i hope you enjoy it, reading your comments made me write this today and i think i'm happy with it. please let me know what you think! <3
LESGOOO!!
Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you ran back to your quarters; your chest tightening with each strangled breath that you struggled to suck in. Merlin, how could you have been so foolish as to think that Severus Snape, of all people, would ever treat you differently? You really believed he could feel something for you? You had the word 'clown' stamped clearly on your forehead right now.
Even though the current moment was not something you would wish on your worst enemy, it couldn't have happened at a better time. The castle was empty of students - apart from the handful that stayed during the Christmas break - and you were free to run, crying carelessly, without the worry of being seen and ending up looking like some sort of lunatic. In your mind, you were beating yourself up; cursing yourself for reacting so fucking hysterically. Your mind was telling you that you had no reason to be acting like this, it's not like you were in love with the man - you merely had feelings for him.
But it was a different story with your heart. In your heart, you felt like your reaction was valid. Your heart was screaming at you, saying you're not stupid for feeling so betrayed and hurt by Snape's sudden change in demeanour. You were right to cry; to feel like you'd just been punched in the gut. Your heart and mind were in a brutal, relentless war with each other, and it was tiring.
Gods, you felt like such an idiot, why did you even bother going down with that plate of damned food? After all of the hurtful comments he made towards you, why did you even still waste your time with him? All of the red flags were on display like a high-street shop window yet you still ignored them. Your altruistic, caring, empathetic little self got you hurt again.
You slowed to a stop, stumbling to a column of stone in front of you, hidden in the shadows. You leant against it, trying to slow your racing mind.
"Y/N?" A soft, worried voice called from behind you, tearing you from your destructive thoughts. You froze. Whoever had just caught you having a little breakdown wasn't who you wanted it to be. Even though he was sending you on a rollercoaster of emotions right now, you still wished it was Severus that had just called your name.
As you were leant against the stone column with a strained palm, your head dropped down in a feeble attempt to hide your distraught face. "Hi Hagrid." You sighed softly, voice quiet and timid. Slowly, you lifted your head up, wiping away your tears with rough fingers. You turned around with a weak smile and reddened eyes and saw the half-giant gamekeeper stood still with a twist of confusion and sadness sat on his face. His brows knitted together in sympathy as his eyes fell on your puffy, wet eyes.
"Oh, Y/N, whatever's the matter?" Hagrid asked quietly in his thick Scottish accent, taking a step towards you slowly, as if you were a scared animal.
"I'm not sure I want to say." You said, a pathetic laugh falling from your lips as you grinned stupidly at your ridiculous state. Hagrid's mouth twitched downwards. "It's… complicated."
"You don't have t'explain. Would you like to join me for a cuppa? I was just headin' back," Hagrid said, holding up a dead and limp ferret in his hand, "just finished gettin' some ferrets for Buckbeak. He loves these things he does." He laughed happily, a toothy grin appearing on his face as his eyes twinkled. You couldn't help but smile wider at him. Hagrid always made you feel better, his energy was just so undeniably positive and happy.
"I think I'd like that." You nodded, swallowing down your cries. Hagrid beckoned you towards him with a welcoming arm. You gladly accepted and stepped towards him, a few fresh tears leaving your eyes.
"Where's that 'appy little Hufflepuff we all know n' love?" The gamekeeper placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze as you laughed. "There she is!" He beamed as the two of you began to walk in the direction of the forest.
"Do you think Buckbeak will remember me, Hagrid?" You asked curiously, sniffling as you stared at the gravelly ground the pair of you were strolling on.
"Oh, I'm sure 'e will, you know, you were one of 'is favourites back when you were studying here at Hogwarts." Hagrid assured you with a hearty chuckle. You glanced up at him, surprised.
"One of his favourites? Are you sure?" You frowned, a doubtful and brief laugh falling from your lips.
"I'm almost cert'n, actually." Hagrid smiled down at you. "He'll cheer you up, that's f'sure. Better than I can!" He added, prompting you to shake your head at him. For a clever man, Hagrid is quite painfully oblivious sometimes.
"Don't be silly, Hagrid, you always put a smile on everyone's face." You protested his words quite sternly. Hagrid's bushy brows raised slightly in surprise at your tone.
"I appreciate that, Y/N, really, I do. Sometimes I can't help but feel a little useless 'ere sometimes. I mean, all o' ya are professors of import'nt subjects," He explained, glancing down at you for a moment. Again, you were already shaking your head at him. "I take care o' the creatures 'nd the grounds o'course, but there's times where I feel like I can do so much more. I mean, Care o' Magical Creatures ain't really a life skill tha' people need." Hagrid shrugged lightly as the two of you neared the pathway into the forest that was rather dim looking due to it being mid-Winter. The chilly breeze began to bite at your cheeks, painting them rosy.
"Perhaps not for most students, but it is for students that have dreams of opening up a… zoo of some sort, or maybe they're a budding Magizoologist! There are so many options, I just don't think you realise." You said, stopping in your tracks to let Hagrid go first. You followed him once he was in front of you.
"I s'ppose." Hagrid nodded as you watched his frizzy, long and bush-like hair bouncing on his upper back. There was several seconds of silence before you decided to bite the bullet and ask about the man who'd caused you grief earlier this afternoon.
"Do you talk to Snape much?" You asked, wincing as you spoke his name. Your heart betrayed you as it began to speed up in pace, anxiously awaiting Hagrid's answer.
"Not particularly," Hagrid replied as the two of you continued walking through the forest. The sun had started to set, casting a growing shadow over the woody scenery before you. "'e's not the friendliest o' people." He added with a dry chuckle.
"Yeah." Was all you said before Hagrid stopped and turned around, almost making you stumble into him.
"Did 'e say somethin' 'orrible to ya?" Hagrid asked sternly, genuinely concerned. His Scottish accent had become thicker out of anger.
"No! No, I was just… curious." You replied, your eyes twitching as you glanced between Hagrid's worrisome eyes and the soil beneath the soles of your shoes. Hagrid stood still for a moment, his eyes scrutinising you. It felt horribly similar to someone else.
"Okay. Well, if he does. You tell me, alright?" The gamekeeper said sternly once more, tone very serious, yet it had a twinge of concern wrapped up within it. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, and nodded quickly. "Alright, good."
"Thanks, Hagrid." You said quietly, almost on the verge of tears again. Your mind was instantly reeling back to the moment Snape had told you to leave, mere seconds after dancing with you. Gods, what the hell did you do to make him change so… rapidly? He was smiling and laughing!
A few more steps and you'd found Buckbeak who was happily laid down beside a tree, leaning against the humungous trunk with tired eyes. "There ya'are, Buckbeak, we been lookin' for ya all over!" Hagrid beamed, that happy smile back on his face. A smile picked at your lips as you watched him walk over to his beloved pet, dangling a ferret out of his hand. Buckbeak almost immediately stood up at the sight of either Hagrid or the ferret - you had money on the ferret, no disrespect to Hagrid. He chirped and bounced over to Hagrid before halting to bow. Hagrid returned the gesture and proceeded to throw the dead ferret in the air. Buckbeak gracefully leaped up, flapping his gargantuan wings and caught the treat with a echoey clop from his beak, a cloud of dust emitting from his ill-assorted feet as they hit the ground with a muted thud. "Sucha' good boy."
You'd forgotten how magnificent Buckbeak truly was. "He's still so beautiful." You commented, stepping towards the creature cautiously. Hagrid turned to look at you with a bright, gappy-toothed grin.
"He is." Hagrid agreed proudly, turning back to admire Buckbeak. It warmed your heart, almost making you forget about the whole ordeal earlier on. "Want ta say 'ello?"
"Always," You smiled, stepping to stand beside Hagrid. You bowed to Buckbeak who was currently staring at you with beady, curious eyes, pawing at the ground with his talons absentmindedly. "Hi Buckbeak, remember me?" You said slowly, staying where you were stood, a little worried of his reaction. Hagrid frowned down at you and gave you a shove towards the beast, in which Buckbeak flared his wings suddenly out of fright. You gasped.
"S'alright, he won't 'urt ya." Hagrid soothed. You swallowed and stepped closer to the creature and held out your hand. "It's Y/N, Y/N L/N, boy, d'ya remember 'er?" He asked giddily. Buckbeak squawked, his head twitching in every direction as he stared at you. He froze for a moment before chirping happily and bounding over to you.
"Hey, boy!" You giggled as Buckbeak pressed his cold, smooth beak against your cheek, chirping once more as he recognised you. "It's been a long time, I know, I'm sorry." Another ticklish giggle escaped your lips as he lowered his head to nudge your hand, encouraging you to pet him. You did so, raising your hand to tickle his neck. You watched as your fingers disappeared beneath his thick coat of silver-grey feathers, giving him a scratch just below his ear.
"Told ya 'e had a soft spot f'ya." Hagrid said knowingly, swaying back and forth on his heels. "Want ta' feed 'im?" He asked, holding out a ferret. You glanced at Hagrid and nodded eagerly, holding out your hands. He chucked it to you and you reached up your hands to grab it, taking a step back from Buckbeak.
"Are you a good boy, Buckbeak?" You hummed happily, waving the limp ferret at him. He squawked softly at you, as if to say 'Give me the damn ferret! Stop waving it in my face!'. A grin broke out on your face and you threw the small carcass lightly in the air, watching in awe as Buckbeak leaped up to catch it once more.
Once night had fallen, Hagrid and you headed back to his hut for a drink of wine, since you both agreed it was too late for tea.
The two of you were now sat merrily around his rickety, circular wooden dining table, a glass of sweet Elven wine in your hands. Loud, careless laughter erupted from your lips as Hagrid told you a story of how he caught Benjamin Bluewater - surprise, surprise - in the act of planting a magical fart bomb on Professor McGonagall's chair in her classroom.
"I tell ya', Y/N, tha' boy was a menace!" Hagrid boomed with raucous laughter, leaning back in his chair. You joined him, wiping a stray tear from your eye as your laughter died down. "Ain't never seen 'im look so terrified in all 'is life when I found 'im."
"Y'know," You slurred, smacking your lips together as you tried to wet them. "He also pranked Snape in, err, fourth year I think." You snickered, clenching your jaw slightly as your chest tightened at the mention of his name. You might have been drunk, but it still hurt to think about him. "Bluewater seemed to favour the foul-smelling pranks."
"Yeah," Hagrid sighed, staring out of the window in a drunken, hazy state. He waited a moment before turning back to you, taking another sip of his wine, tutting. "Who was yer favourite teacher then?"
"McGonagall, definitely," You answered quickly, a brief, drunk giggle escaping your lips. Hagrid smiled at you; happy you were feeling a little better. "I'd always got along well with her, and I still do now."
"Minerva's'a sweet soul." Hagrid nodded, his eyes growing lazy as the wine was beginning to take effect.
"Yes, she's… lovely." You agreed, drawling slightly, noticing Hagrid's tired state as you looked at him. "I… think I'm going to… make a move, Hagrid." You announced, sipping your wine again. Hagrid was swaying in his seat currently, absolutely hammered. You snorted loudly at him, catching his attention as his head snapped towards you.
"Wha'?" He slurred, giggling like a child.
"Nothin', nothing," You grinned to yourself, standing up with the glass of wine in your hand, swaying slightly. You quickly downed the rest of it and placed it sloppily on the wooden table, wincing a little as it almost broke. "Thanks for this evening Hagrid, it was bloody brilliant. And the wine," you said, grabbing the wine glass again, holding it up heavy-handedly, "the wine was bloody brilliant too." You giggled again, losing your composure as you looked to the gamekeeper who was now blinking each eye manually. You placed the glass down on the table, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. "Oh my gods, Hagrid, please, get to bed."
"No, am fine! I'll see yee' out," He squeezed his eyes shut and stood up from the table, stumbling through his hut to reach the front door, wine glass still in hand. You had to hold back a snicker as he almost tripped over Fang.
Hagrid held out his arms rather widely, eyes shut and a big dopey smile on his face. You gave him a big hug and stepped back, patting his arm. "Thanks again, Hagrid, see ya tomorrow." You grinned drunkenly at him, stumbling through his door and down the steps. You gasped slightly as your foot hit the soft, uneven grass. The sound of Hagrid shutting his door with a loud, accidental slam startled you slightly as you jumped, quickly turning around to spot Hagrid waving out his window at you. He looked like one of those oriental waving-cat statues you'd find in Muggle store windows. You laughed again and waved, beginning to walk back to the castle carefully, albeit rather drunkenly.
You were alone with your thoughts again as you walked up the grassy hills, the cold and chilly air beginning to freeze you. As you started to chill, you increased your pace slightly, breaking into a jog. The ground beneath you began to spin.
Gods, you were fucking wasted. That damned elven wine.
"Oh, shit," You choked out as you tripped up the stone steps, landing on your hands and knees. You winced slightly at the sharp pain shooting through your limbs, and slowly got up, a loud and tired sigh leaving your lungs. "Shit."
"Professor L/N?" A familiar, irritating voice came from your right as you entered the castle, the comforting warmth engulfing your body.
Fuck me, really?
"Lockhart." You smiled awkwardly at him, trying to stand up straight and act… as sober as possible.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing awake at this time?" He asked suspiciously, eyeing your swaying body.
"Err," You swallowed, your mind racing. "I went for a walk." You said, hoping he couldn't hear how drunk you were.
"At…" he glanced at his pocket watch, "One thirty in the morning?" Lockhart frowned, his ginger-blonde brows furrowing together. You stared at him back with wide eyes, saying nothing.
"Yep. Couldn't sleep!" Was all you said before you quickly took off in the direction of your quarters. Your bed was screaming your name right now and you were eager to answer it's calls. You left Lockhart stood there, utterly confused. You couldn't care less though. As you were rushing off, you realised you hadn't asked him why he was up so late. Bastard, you thought as you speedily walked to your room, deep in your own thoughts.
As you turned a corner, you walked straight into a hard wall of cloth. You winced and fell backwards from the speed you'd bumped into it.
"Ow," you mumbled, rubbing your forehead, "what…?" You opened your eyes to a shroud of black, your heart dropping immediately.
"You should watch where you're going, Professor L/N." Snape's cold voice said, making your stomach do anxious backflips. He has the goddamn nerve…
"Seriously?" You gawked at the Potions Master, that same old feeling of rage boiling in your chest again as you messily stood up, straightening out your robes. "After what happened-" You hiccupped, earning a confused frown from Snape. "-happened earlier, you're going to act like you don't… even know me?" You questioned him angrily, pointing a finger in his face. The alcohol-infused confidence and boldness was in full effect right now.
"I've no idea what you're talking about, Professor L/N." Snape scowled at you, glaring at the finger that was pointed straight at him.
"God, you're such an arse!" You cried out with bitterness, a fresh surge of frustration rushing through you as your hands ran through your hair. Once more, he'd made you cry. Tears were welling in your eyes as you inhaled softly, trying to collect yourself. "How could I even…" You stopped yourself, your lungs burning as you sobbed quietly. "Why did you tell me to leave earlier?" You demanded, inhaling deeply, standing back as you swayed on your feet; eyes glossy.
"You should retire to bed, Professor L/N, you wouldn't want any of your students to witness you in this… embarrassing state." Snape sneered at you. He knew you were drunk. Your lips parted in slight shock as you stared up at him in utter disbelief. Gods, you wanted to curse him so fucking bad right now; the feeling was so overwhelmingly strong that you felt yourself reaching for your wand.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Snape warned.
"Do what?…" You repeated quietly, slurring, fire in your eyes. This only enraged Snape further, pushing him to place a hand on your shoulder and shove you backwards against the stone wall behind you. A strained grunt left your lips as your back collided rather harshly with it. Tears brimmed your eyes.
"Don't. Do. It." He hissed, his face mere centimetres away from yours.
And here you were again. Angry. Inches away from each other. Backed up against a wall. His intoxicating scent making you breathless.
You clenched your jaw harshly, tilting your chin up in defiance, refusing to break eye contact as Snape glared harrowingly into your teary eyes. If he was being honest, your lips looked insanely kissable right now, and the tension between you two was driving him fucking insane. Your lip twitched as you continued to stare him down, silently challenging him. Snape could smell the alcohol on your breath and it maddened him.
Why were you coming back to the castle so late at night, drunk out of your goddamn mind? Have you no fucking brain at all?
You sent his mind into a complete mess. Before he got to know you, he was fine, he felt nothing - the word 'feelings' was not in his vocabulary. He didn't hold his breath each time you met his eyes with your curious ones, he didn't feel his heart skip a beat each time you smiled prettily at him and most of all, he didn't feel like dying each time he saw you talking to someone other than him - not that he made it easy for you. He knew he was wrong for feeling that way, and he knew perfectly well that he couldn't have you. But, Merlin, did he want you. He despised - bordering on hate - how easily you broke down his defences and the walls he'd spent years upon years building, protecting himself from the past. Now, he had to push you away to protect you and to save himself the pain. Was it selfish? Absolutely. But was it also selfless? He wasn't so sure.
"Why do you treat me like this, Severus?" You whispered, your brows furrowing a tad as you slumped against the wall drunkenly; the sadness in your voice playing with Snape's cold heart. He absolutely loathed the way you said his name. Each time it fell from your lips, his knees felt like buckling.
Snape said nothing in reply to you.
"Answer me!" You cried, your hands grabbing onto his cloak helplessly as the corners of your mouth tugged downwards; your breath shaky and shallow.
"I treat you the same as anybody else." He said calmly.
"Oh yeah, do you fuckin' dance with Dumbledore in his office, then kick him out without a reason?" You said angrily, slurring your words slightly. Alcohol had loosened your lips.
"Keep your voice down, L/N." Snape warned, his hand tightening around your arm. You swallowed.
"Why? Scared someone will hear us?" You seethed with a blurring vision, ignoring his warning, placing your palms against his chest in a weak attempt to push him backwards and away from you. It felt like pushing against a gigantic boulder. He was incredibly strong. Snape pulled you from the wall and down a darkened corridor, throwing you against another wall. You caught yourself with your hands, your palms splayed out in front of you. You quickly turned around so your back was against the wall. Snape stormed towards you, making your heart pound in your ears.
"Why can't you follow simple instructions?" He returned your vicious attitude, glaring ruthlessly. Your whole body shivered under his gaze.
"Why can't you just be nice to me?!" You exclaimed, growing tired as the tears began to pour from your eyes. Your feelings were becoming uncontrollable and the booze you'd consumed was not helping. "What have I done to you?"
Snape was growing angrier and angrier by the second with you. He couldn't handle much more.
"What more do you want from me, Y/N?!" He hissed at you, his voice strained and almost pained.
Silence swallowed the both of you, your lips quivering as you stared up at him with tear-stained cheeks. Snape's chest tightened with what felt like guilt as he looked at you with uncaring eyes. It felt like an eternity had passed as the two of you stood in the dimly-lit corridor, staring at each other, silent as a mouse.
"I…" You croaked, shutting your mouth almost immediately, pursing your lips. The wine was coursing through you freely now, silently encouraging you to make bad decisions. It was egging you on, whispering into your vulnerable ears like a devil sat on your shoulder. You let your eyes drop to Snape's mouth, resisting the relentless and burning urge to just lean forward and kiss him. In fact, you felt like it was suffocating you. The tension between you two was uncomfortably rife and you were dying to soothe it.
You looked back up into his eyes, you chest rising and falling heavily as you inched your head forwards. Your eyes dropped back down to his lips again. Snape's breath hitched as he watched you tip your head toward him. You were about to close the gap between you two when his sharp voice cut through the blanket of silence.
"You're drunk, Y/N." Severus whispered. Instantly, you reeled back, your eyes snapping up to his. You could almost swear you saw a flash of sadness within them. "Go." Shit, you should not have done that.
"Snape, I…" You whispered back, an overwhelming feeling of regret sinking into your bones.
"Go." He said sternly, stepping away, putting distance in between the two of you. Gods, you really fucked up. Fuck, what the hell were you thinking? Trying to kiss him after what happened earlier? You were absolutely wasted.
Instantly, you slipped away from him, hurriedly walking in the direction of your quarters. You wanted to run away so fucking bad right now, hide in a hole, bury your face and never come out. Tears burned your eyes again and your throat tightened. The embarrassment you felt right now was eating you alive like a parasite.
part 7!
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Remade Gojo x Reader (Mature/Explicit)
Gojo Satoru Fanfic
Rating: Mature (Explicit Sexual Scenes)
Word Count: 12k+
Summary: It has been 10 years since you left behind the world of being a sorcerer. You experienced too much hurt to ever want to step back foot in that world, even if it meant never getting to give your heart closure. You worked behind the shadows, executing curses to alleviate pressure on the students who attend Jujutsu High. One day on your way back from your mission, you meet an unexpected guest...
I wrote this because this man has been living rent-free in my head for the past couple of weeks and it needed to be done. I simply can't just write smut, I need substance. So here is my dirty little fic for ya'll. I hope you enjoy it!
Note: I posted this on Ao3. This is all my writing I promise, just posting of different platforms for more people to enjoy.
Faster… I have to run faster.
You ‘stumbled’ on a nest of cursed spirits. You were now running at a deadly pace to lure them into your trap – hundreds of cursed tools poised and ready to kill every last spirit.
Sweat ran down the length of your spine as you finally rounded the corner of the alley, immediately skidding on the concrete, using your cursed technique to shoot the weapons forward, meeting their destined targets.
Shrieks rang out through the alley from the dying spirits, blood staining the stones beneath their bodies.
Without looking back, you summon your own cursed spirit, Osu. You named it, even though you knew you shouldn’t. With the raise of your hand, Osu opened their mouth as you summoned the cursed weapons, funneling them one by one into Osu.
“Good work,” you smiled, affectionately patting the top of Osu’s gray leathery head. The spirit seemed to pur in response, leaning into the warmth of your hand.
With that, you sent the cursed spirit back to the in-between, which is what you called the shadows you send your shikigami to.
You sighed deeply.
It seems there are more and more cursed spirits these days. I left the sorcerers of Tokyo 10 years ago, but it seems I am still doing their dirty work.
With a look at your blood-stained clothes, you sigh once again as you make your way back to your apartment.
The citizens of Tokyo walk by, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurks in each of their mundane thoughts. Lights of neon billboards light the smoggy night air as cars speed past your relaxed figure.
You used to hate them. People who didn’t have a cursed technique or couldn’t sense cursed energy. For how weak and useless they were, how they contributed to the problems you had to clean up. The lives of friends that have been lost that you’ll never get back.
After the Star Plasma Vessel incident, you were convinced that you no longer wanted to be a sorcerer. You were on a mission in Nagasaki when it happened. You were ordered by the higher-ups to return immediately to protect the vessel, Riko Amanai.
As soon as you received the order you moved, getting to Tokyo in just 6 hours.
But you were too late.
Toji Fushiguro had successfully killed Riko Amanai, and disabled Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. This was the first update you got. The second was when you arrived in Tokyo. Satoru killed Toji Fushiguro and secured Riko’s body.
You shivered as you entered your apartment. You remembered Satoru's face that day of Riko’s memorial service, cold and emotionless.
That day changed everything. For everyone…
“Hiiiikaaarrriiii~?” you called into the room, flipping on the light switch to find someone sitting on your couch.
“Yo,”
The familiar voice called and you stopped cold, keys falling out of your hands.
Your cat, Hikari, lay in his lap, soft belly up, purring at the sensation of his long fingers scratching her.
Traitor.
You quietly cursed your cat as you crossed your arms over your chest, pulling a cold mask over your shocked features.
“Satoru,” you say coldly narrowing your eyes at the man who you haven’t seen in 10 years. Instead of heavily tinted sunglasses he now wore a black band around his eyes. Now he dressed casually instead of his usual black uniform.
He’s not here on business.
His laugh sounded through the room, light and airy, but you knew it was fake. You had spent too much time with him, even now, you knew him like the back of your hand.
“I never thought you would be so cold towards me, y/n!” he smiled, the kind of smile he displayed when he wanted to be friendly, but knew he would win whatever argument he was in.
I’m annoyed.
“Satoru, I am no longer a sorcerer. I have no place in your world. I declared as much all those years ago. Leave.” your voice was so stern it made Hikari rise from her place in Satoru's lap and come caress your leg as if comforting you.
He paused for a moment, smile dropping from his face, as he studied you. He peeled off his blindfold, exposing those brilliant blue eyes. A stark contrast against his moon-pale skin and silver hair. The world seemed to rest in his eyes as they seemed to sparkle with life.
You didn’t falter. Instead, you held his piercing gaze, refusing to bow to the man you once loved hopelessly.
“I came to warn you. So before you try to kill me, hear me out.”
Your eye twitched at his words. A taunt mixed with sincerity. He had always been a cocky arrogant bastard, but his expression was so serious it scared you. So much so that you nodded and sat across from him.
“Nice place, by the way.” he offered and you scoffed in return, telling him with your eyes to get to the point.
He held up his hands, took a deep breath, then spoke.
“In the next few years, the Jujutsu world is going to change.”
If it were anyone else, you would’ve punched them for telling you bullshit that doesn’t involve you but… That serious expression didn’t leave his face.
“Which curse is it?” Satoru held no fear for himself, but rather for everyone around him, including civilians, ever since Riko.
“A first-year name Yuta Okkotsu showed up with a cursed sword imbedded with a high-class curse named Rika. Geto attacked him…”
Geto? I knew Suguru defected, but to attack a student? How far gone is he?
Satoru swallowed and then continued.
“Geto is dead… But y/n, this is just the beginning. There’s a group collecting Ryomen Sukunas fingers.”
You didn’t hide your shock.
“They’re trying to resurrect him…” you whispered, nearly to yourself but he heard you while nodding, confirming your suspicion.
“That’s why the curses are gathering in greater numbers, they’re feeding off the chaos. My guess is the group is trying to bring the glory days of the curses back. Which means –”
“They’re going to raise the number of sorcerers, but they can’t do that with you around.”
Your eyebrows knitted together.
What are you getting at, Satoru?
“Exactly, I don’t know how they plan to disable me. But when that happens, they’re going to need you y/n. Innocent lives will be lost if you don’t step in, but it has to be at the right moment. They’ve forgotten about you, about your skill how your strength was second to mine…”
You were already shaking your head. The thought of going back to that power-hungry world. That bloody world…
“Y/n think–”
“No,” you said breathlessly, Satoru's emotionless face of that day flashing in your mind. How he was a hollow shell for the remainder of that final year.
It broke something inside of you. You had seen so many deaths, but to see him, the man who smiled so carefree and bright be rendered to… That? Sure, he gained a deeper connection to his power, but at what cost?
“Y/n,” he said your name, voice softer as he reached across the coffee table, his warm fingers brushing yours.
“No, Satoru. You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
How could he? Your feelings were one-sided, to begin with.
Back then, you watched as girls flirted with him as he flirted back. Yet you were always there. You always listened to him when he needed someone to talk to about his scars, about the shadows that chased his light. He did the same for you, but perhaps it was out of pity.
You pulled your hand out of his touch, foreign and familiar. Even after all this time, your skin still missed him.
“You’re asking me to step back into the world I hate the most, but only after something horrible happens to you…?” your eyes stung as you finally met his gaze. His features were blurry, but you could see his fair eyebrows knitted together as he bit his inner cheek.
“I won’t die,” he promised, voice soft and vulnerable, a voice that you had only heard once before.
Your lip quivered.
“There are things worse than death, Satoru Gojo. I rather die, than watch you suffer again,” you admitted.
His eyes widened at your words, shock plain on his face but you didn’t care, you pressed on.
“I will not go through that again… When I got that call saying you had been disabled by Toji Fushiguro I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was as if all the air in the world had evaporated. I traveled through the in-between to get to you. Only to find you…” your words died in your throat as salty tears fell from your eyes.
Shaking your head, you ran your hands down your thighs to ground yourself to reality.
—
Satoru was wordless. Which was rare for him.
He hadn’t stopped looking for y/n for the past 10 years.
When she suddenly announced her separation he felt lost. He had gained a lot, but he lost everything important to him. She had been there for him since the beginning, and he for her.
He recalled the first time he had ever seen her cry. There was a rumor that she had no feelings, that the strong female sorcerer was all ice with no heart. But when he saw her high up in a tree, knees tucked into her chest, rocking slightly, he realized they couldn’t be more wrong.
It’s not that she didn’t feel, it’s that she felt too much, lost too much to the point where she didn’t want to let anyone close to her fragile heart.
Satoru stared at y/n’s current crying frame, he watched as she tried to steel herself. Hands rubbing her thighs to try and soothe her pain, to ground herself. She chewed on her bottom lip as she concentrated between his eyebrows, unable to truly meet his eyes.
Memories of their past flashed in his mind. Particularly the night he opened up to her about growing up in the Gojo clan, and the things he had done leading up to attending Jujutsu High.
They were stuck on a mission together, the atmosphere was awkward and they only talked when discussing how to swiftly dispose of the lower-level cursed spirit. Satoru was particularly annoyed because he thought he was given such a remedial task, one that was without Suguru which at that point the two of them had become inseparable.
“Y/n, are you always so serious?” Satoru drew out his voice while leaning over her shoulder, lazily craning his neck to meet her eyes over his glasses.
She simply waved him off with an elegant hand while rolling her eyes.
“The sooner we finish this mission the sooner I can be done with you.” She sighed, popping a piece of gum in her mouth as she pressed on.
What is wrong with this girl? Usually, women kill to get a chance to be alone with me.
“Hey hey hey aren’t you being a little too mean? After all, you should feel grateful that I am here.” he boasted, stuffing his hands into his pockets, matching her brisk pace easily thanks to his long legs.
Her features further dropped into annoyance as she eyed him sidelong with one eyebrow raised, as if in a warning.
“I have no idea why we got put together. Anyways Gojo, we’re going to be entering the area where the cursed spirit was sighted. Even though it’s reported as a low-level curse we should still be cautious.” the woman scolded as she pushed a piece of her long hair behind her ear. For some reason, that act alone distracted him.
“I’m not worried since nothing can touch me. Unless I want it to of course.” he shrugged and she rolled her eyes again.
“Yes while you may feel invincible, I am not blessed with your lovely Infinity skill. So I will continue being careful.” another bemused sigh escaped her full lips.
Why am I so distracted right now? Is it because I know she’s putting up a front?
He was lost in thought for a while till her voice called out into the silence.
“This should be it. You remember the plan, right?” her eyes meet his over her shoulder, a coy smile tugging on her lips.
“Of course.” he returned her smile.
—
“Well, that was easy.” Satoru whistled looking at the pathetic excuse for a curse. Its corpse lay motionless on the floor of the abandoned skyscraper.
“Too easy…” y/n said, voice wary.
She crouched down in front of the corpse, face emotionless, eyes dissecting every aspect of the curse trying to find its secrets.
Scary. She’s too smart.
Her plan went effortlessly. She had him drop his technique entirely so they couldn’t be sensed. She went in alone since the curse was reported to only attack young women. He was to tail her, concealing his existence until the curse showed itself. Once it did, all he had to do was attack it with his cursed energy.
“Such a weak curse.” Satoru clicked his tongue, hands returning to his pockets.
Why did we even get put on this mission? Y/n maybe I could see, but me? Why couldn’t I go on the mission with Suguru? I can’t–
“GOJO MOVE!”
At that exact moment, he felt a huge amount of cursed energy that he didn’t sense earlier, but he was too late.
Y/n had jumped in front of his body, shielding him from the attack.
Y/n looked at Satoru with wide eyes as the cursed spirit stabbed through her abdomen. Blood spilled from the wound and her mouth as the spirit pulled back.
In a second he killed it, but it didn’t matter.
Y/n fell to the ground, hand tightly pressed to her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Panic bubbled in his chest as he quickly ran to her side, taking off his jacket and shirt, beginning to rip the fabric into ribbons.
“What’re you?” she asked weakly, color already draining from her face.
“Don’t talk, move your hand.” she hesitated, but she moved her trembling hand from the wound.
Shit, I need to stop the bleeding. I could use the Reversed Curse– no, too risky. I haven’t practiced enough.
He moved her jacket and shirt up, exposing her bright red stomach. Taking a deep breath in, he begins stuffing her wound.
Y/n screams out in pain as Satoru stuffs the hole, packing it as tightly as he can and he does the same to her back. Despite the pain she was in, she forced her body to be still for him.
“Almost done,” he promised to her, she only nodded through gritted teeth. Her skin was clammy and cool to the touch.
She’s going into shock.
Hastily he secures the packed wound with the remainder of his t-shirt and then wraps her in his jacket. He watched her face for a minute, her breathing is ragged and her eyes are tightly shut as if she was trying to block out the world.
“I’m going to move us now, can you hold onto me?” she nodded weakly as she reached up wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her blood smeared all over Satoru’s bare chest and stomach as he stood. He pulled her higher to have her head rest in the crook of his neck to try and return some warmth to her skin.
I can’t take her to a hospital right now… There will be too much of a commotion if I do that. Better if I take her to a hotel for the evening and call someone in secretly to treat her.
With one last look down at her he prayed for the first time in years that she survived the night.
—
“I’m happy you have half a brain Gojo.” Shoko chided as she finished healing Y/n’s wound.
They both had been dressed in fresh clothes thanks to Shoko.
“If you didn’t act when you did, she would have died because you’re trash,” she added, pulling out a cigarette and making her way to the balcony. He followed behind wordlessly, lost too much in his thoughts to truly take in her words.
Shoko was always with Suguru and Satoru, and she is skilled with her Reversed Curse Technique. Thankfully she answered when he called, if she didn’t he might’ve had to do it himself…
“Thank you for coming,” he said in reply, and she eyed him while she lit her cigarette, taking a long drag of smoke.
“Where’s Suguru?” she asked instead of responding to his thanks.
“Another mission. They stuck the two of us together. It was supposed to be just one curse. But…” his words died.
It’s my fault. I got distracted. I let her get hurt.
Shoko sighed, reading his mood, and took another pull of her cigarette.
“She’s alive, that’s all that matters.” she flicked the ash over the edge of the balcony.
“I won’t tell the higher-ups, I’ll keep this a secret. But learn from this and be more careful in the future. Not everyone can protect themselves as you can.” she took another long pull, blew out the smoke, and put out the bud.
“I am leaving, call me if anything changes.”
He watched as Shoko left and then positioned himself on the chair in front of the bed that housed y/n.
The pain was gone from her features but she was still far too pale. The blood that colored her cheeks was gone. The tips of her fingers felt impossibly cold. He had to keep watching the rise and fall of her chest to remind himself she was still alive.
Hours passed like that, guilt wracking his mind as he watched her sleep, then she woke up.
“Gojo?” she called weakly, hand immediately going to her once wounded abdomen.
Her face twisted in confusion as she continuously touched the skin there, feeling for the hole.
“Shoko healed you.”
His voice was soft and raw, he had no masks to put on today. He couldn’t, not after what she did for him.
She nodded once, wincing as she positioned herself on her side so she was facing him.
“Why do you look like that?” she asked while running a hand through her messy hair.
“Like what?” he knit his eyebrows together.
Why is she already picking a fight?
“Like a wounded puppy.” with a huff, she flicked his forehead. Of course, he had let her, but it still left him surprised.
“See, that’s better. That face suits you way more.” she smiled softly with cracked lips.
“What face?” some life returned to his voice.
“The face of a surprised idiot.” nodding as if proud of herself, she burrowed further into the blanket.
“Why’d you do it…?”
“Hm?”
“Why’d you jump in front of me, y/n? You know about my skills and yet you…” he shook his head, unable to finish the sentence.
She seemed to ponder the question for a moment, eyes on the ceiling.
Clearing her throat she spoke.
“You may not have noticed it, but you let your technique drop. I felt the difference in the energy. As soon as I noticed the spirit's attack there was no way I could counter-attack in time to save you. So if you look at the scales, and ask what life holds more value, it’s yours. So I choose you.” she said it so matter-of-factly, the blatant disregard for her own life, saying it held less value than his own.
“What?”
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. From a young age, people have tried to kill him. He was positive even the old higher-ups wanted him dead but didn’t want to face the consequences of killing the head of the Gojo Clan. Yet here this girl, who he barely knows, is saying that his life is more important to her than her own.
She smiled as if reading his thoughts.
“Although I hate to admit it, you have the power to change this world. I do not. If I could save the world's savior, then maybe my tarnished soul could be spared.” her voice was sweet like honey, but her words struck him deeply.
“Tarnished soul?” he repeated her words like an echo.
She smiled again, though this time sadness traced her features, settling into her eyes.
“You saved my life, so I suppose I could share some of my demons.” she ran her hands along the blanket.
“I discovered my curse technique when I was young. Being able to sense cursed energy and summon Shikigami came very easily to me…”
She considered something for a moment, then continued.
“You see, my home life wasn’t what you would call a ‘Happy Family’. So I was glad to have a distraction.” she paused, again running her hands along the blanket as if she was soothing herself.
“One day I came home early from school with my report card. I had gotten straight A’s so I wanted to show my parents. I entered our small home only to find my father stabbing my mother… Out of fear and rage, I attacked and killed him. It was also then that I discovered I possessed the Reversed Curse Technique. I tried for hours to heal my dead mother to no avail. Her wounds closed, but her heart didn’t beat. The police found the scene two days later, with me hugging my mother's body…” By the time she finished, her words were barely a whisper.
Silence fell in the room, only the sound of their breaths filled the space. For some time, neither of them spoke.
“I have never told anyone that.” she professed, voice shaky and unsure.
Not knowing what to say, he reached for her hand. She accepted his touch, and he enclosed her fingers with his, her hand feeling impossibly small.
“Your soul isn’t tarnished.”
She met his eyes, hand trembling in his. Something about her expression was so raw, so vulnerable that he felt that he needed to wrap his arms around her and protect her from the world that had taken so much.
“I killed my blood,” she shakily whispered, tears pricking her eyes. He soothed her by rubbing soft circles into her palm.
“So have I…”
—
“I can’t promise you anything, y/n,” he answered honestly, recalling the pain she shared with him. Knowing full well how much of him she held in her heart, and how much of her he held in his…
She ran her hands down her face, nails lightly digging into her skin.
He read the reports of her movements when Mei had found her. She did networking remotely for a hospital but still went out of her way to hunt down cursed spirits. Going after nests or high-grade curses, to help alleviate the risks for students training at Jujutsu High.
When he got the reports months ago, he almost dropped everything to see her then. But everything got so busy with Yuta.
Now that he’s here, all the things he wanted to say died in his throat. The sight of her shaking and crying, the tears he only ever got to see, made his knees weak and his resolve crumble.
Women were always interested in him, some he entertained, but none he cared for. Not in the way he cared for Y/n… No one compared.
“You’re those kids' best hope if I get taken out of the fight,” he said honestly.
He thought of his new dream, and re-strengthened his mind, trying not to let his resurfaced feelings sway him.
Her eyes met his, and his breath caught in his throat.
Time had been kind, and her beauty only grew. Eyes mature and loving, face kind and warm. So different from how she looked as a sorcerer.
She took him in for a moment, for the first time since she arrived she truly looked at him, she saw him.
He felt naked under her gaze, he had never been self-conscious, but with her, he felt nervous. Fearful he wasn’t enough, that he wouldn’t ever be enough.
“You’re playing dirty, Satoru Gojo, by bringing the next generation into this.” he watched as she sighed, shoulders curving inwards as she leaned back against her chair. Her blood-stained clothes clung to her skin.
“Then you’re agreeing?” she nodded, stress already lining her face.
Before he could talk, she spoke.
“Now if this concludes your business, leave.” the edge from earlier returned to her voice. It threw him for a loop.
“You don’t want to talk?” his voice, though sounding normal to anyone else, sounded pathetic to his ears.
She eyed him again, eyelashes wet from her tears.
Beautiful.
“Satoru… What do you want from me?”
—
Your heart was in your throat.
You agreed to sign yourself back up for pain because Satoru was right. If he was taken out of the fight, those kids will need someone to help them, your personal feelings aside.
But how could it not be personal? When the man you loved, who you still love, sat across from you with an open unguarded expression. Practically begging you to continue talking to him.
You spent years trying to forget him. The memories you both shared, the internal wounds you healed together. You tried finding your peace in others, but it was futile. The sight of his smiling face still shined brightly behind your eyes. The stories of his achievements chased your ears.
You sighed, running your hands through your hair whilst awaiting his answer.
“Do you still feel the same about me, y/n?”
Bastard. Answering my question with a question.
“Does it matter? You never saw me in that light, to begin with,” you answered him bitterly, some of your anger returning to the surface.
Genuine shock filled his beautiful eyes.
“I. Why do you think that?” he cocked his head to the side as if studying you.
“It was obvious, Satoru. In many people's eyes, you are a God. Women practically threw themselves at you, and you greedily took in all their advances. I watched it happen time and time again. If you harbored feelings for me, you wouldn’t have acted that way.”
The truth hung between you. You ran your hands along your thighs to calm yourself, not wanting to cry for a second time this evening.
You made to stand, but Satoru caught your wrist, halting you in place.
“I took you for granted,” he admitted eyes on the floor.
The warmth of his hand spread to your flesh. Your skin sang at the feeling, your pores drank him in, missing him as much as your heart did.
You stayed silent. The air between you two was impossibly heavy as your heart pounding against your chest, like a bird trying to escape its cage.
“I won’t apologize with my words…” he stood, now towering over you, even with the coffee table separating your bodies.
Those beautiful, intense eyes pinned you in place. You now truly looked at him for the second time this evening.
He grew into his features more, now even more beautiful than he was when you were a teen. He was unreal, like that of a painting. All silver as if he was pure moonlight with eyes like the clearest sapphires. You resisted the urge to take his face in your hands, to greedily bask in his warmth – in his scent.
Satoru walked around the table as he gently let go of your wrist. Instead, he place both his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face as his long fingers tangled themselves in your hair. Despite yourself, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes.
I’m still so weak to you.
“Will you let me make it up to you?” his soft voice whispered, thumbs rubbing your cheeks.
You trembled at his touch. He was close enough that you could smell him, the smell of fresh summer rain and jasmine. Beautiful and alluring – it was home. He was home…
Satoru crouched down now, his face just mere inches from your own. Your breaths mixed as he stared at you so sincerely it made your chest hurt.
You gently grabbed his wrists.
“I can’t lose you…” the words came out of your throat in a croak. The thought of him being hurt or worse frightened you. It made your blood run cold and your stomach churn.
“I am yours, y/n.”
Not a promise that nothing will happen to him, but a promise of his heart, and that it belongs to you.
You nearly wept, the words you thought you would never hear now filled your ears. You almost thought this was some twisted dream, and that at any moment reality would slam into you the way it always has.
“And I am yours, I have been since that day you saw me crying in that tree.” a confession of your heart fell from your lips. One that you held so close and suppressed like a child's dream thinking it will never come true.
He pressed his lips to yours. A soft sweet pressure that made your stomach flutter. You fit so perfectly together that it was dizzying. His lips moved smoothly and passionately against your own, tongue licking your bottom lip asking for permission which you granted.
The taste of him caressed your tongue, the smell of him filled your senses, the press of his warm body against your own it all made your toes curl. Your tongues danced as your fingers found their way to his silken hair, tugging slightly, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
You had been kissed before, but nothing compared to this. The way his tongue teased yours, the loving press of his soft lips, and the reassuring pressure of his hands against your face; made your knees weak. There was a painful desperation between you two. The unspoken fear that you’ll never see each other again.
His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You gasped at the contact, heat spreading from your face to your chest at the feeling of his firm muscles against your torso.
You were so lost in the feeling of him you forgot you had to breathe, so he pulled away first– a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips as he rested his forehead against yours.
You both breathed heavily, eyes hooded and dark with desire.
He caressed your face as if he was trying to remember every curve, dip, and pore that resided there.
“Y/n,” he whispered breathlessly, desperation coating his voice.
“Satoru,” you answered, just as winded as him.
“Don’t run away again…”
Your eyes widened.
He pulled his face back, allowing himself a full view of your features as he lovingly massaged your scalp.
“I understand why you left. But you didn’t even say goodbye.”
Blue eyes searched yours as if trying to find answers to the questions he’s had for years. Your mind went blank as your blood still sang with praise from the press of his lips, already missing his warmth.
You overlapped his large hands with your small ones, gently rubbing the sides of his palms.
“I won’t run,” you promised.
He didn’t move, his eyes still searched yours indefinitely. Almost as if he was holding his breath, waiting for you to change your mind.
“I won’t run, I'll fight for you, and for our future.” those words removed the invisible chain that shackled your heart. For so long, you held everyone at arm's length, but where did it get you? You were tired of pushing away your feelings.
A smile slowly spread across Satorus's face. It was a dazzlingly unpracticed smile, a real smile. One that was only for you.
“Our future?” he repeated while humming as if thinking your words over.
You bit your bottom lip in embarrassment as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You got carried away by the moment and perhaps spoke too honestly.
“I think I like the sound of that,” he murmured then began planting feather-soft kisses on your cheek.
You bit back your giggle as he continued trailing kisses to your nose, forehead, jawline, then the corner of your mouth.
“Satoru” you called softly, running your hands down the length of his strong arms, hands settling on his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Hm?” he purred innocently into your skin, lips ghosting over the expanse of your neck. The heat from earlier returned to your bones at his touch.
“I am exhausted,” you admitted.
You had spent all day tracking the reported nest. You then used up a fair amount of your cursed energy for the attack. On top of that you just went through a whirlwind of emotions you still have yet to process.
He pulls his face from your neck, eyes now filled with concern as he traces your body for any sign of injury.
You half sigh half laugh as you take his face in your hands, shaking his head slightly.
“I.Am.Fine.” you drag out each word from your lips, tilting his head at each word as if it would make it reach his brain.
You watch as his eyes gloss over as if missing your point entirely.
You sigh, gently stepping out of the warmth of his embrace and gesture to your still blood-soaked body.
“I need a shower, hot tea, and decompression time. It’s been a long day with surprises.” you smooth your hands over your face as the weight of the day settles over you, the excitement of early slowly dissipating.
A smirk pulled on the corner of Satoru’s full lips as a mischievous look filled his eyes.
“It’s quite late, isn’t it?” he mused, playfulness in his tone as he rubbed his chin.
“Yes, it is,” you confirmed slowly, not quite catching what he was planning.
“Well, it would be troublesome for me to leave at this hour, due to the trains stopping for the night. I mean, you know how far Jujutsu High is.”
Your eye twitched. He wasn’t wrong, of course, but what he was implying–
“So I guess I have to stay the night!” he said cheerily, extending his arms over his head like a child spinning in a circle.
I only have one bed… The loveseat is too small for his stupidly long figure.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you briskly brush past him.
“I am sure you make enough money, go find a hotel,” you say hurriedly, making your way over to your bathroom.
You hear his light footsteps right behind you, entering your bathroom with you.
“Awww, why are you being like that? After we just kissed too?” though he pursed his lips to a pout, his eyes were full of humor.
He’s enjoying this too much.
“Are you saying because we kissed you have earned yourself the right to be in my bed?” you crossed your arms over your chest, making sure to push your full breasts up while jutting out a hip. You wore a breezy white button-up shirt and black pants. A plain outfit sure, but one that complimented your silhouette.
If he was going to tease you, you were going to return the favor.
You watched as he swallowed his saliva, eyes taking in your figure as they danced with desire. He stood several inches taller than you, and it didn’t help that you were in the confined space of your restroom. With your back pressed against the wall, he peered down at you, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you.
He placed an arm above your head, pinning you in place.
“If I said I won’t do anything unprovoked would you believe me?” he asked his voice deep and low which made your stomach flutter. A smirk was playing on his lips, one that would make most women swoon.
You licked your lips, throat suddenly feeling dry.
“You always do what you want. You get what you want when you want it. So no, I do not believe you.” you continued to meet his heated stare, which seemed to please him. His fingers tilted your chin up further, making you crane your neck up to him.
“Are you suggesting I want you, y/n?” he purred, already knowing your answer.
You rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of that growing pressure between the apex of your thighs. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru.
“I’m sorry, am I supposed to assume otherwise when you follow me into a bathroom and pin me against a wall? Or do you do this with all your friends?” there was one thing you never lacked, and that was your quick temper. Thanks to that, sarcasm tended to lick your words at all times.
His hand gripped your face, fingers lightly squeezing your cheeks.
“But are we truly just friends, y/n?” he brought his face closer to yours, hot breath tickling your skin.
“I recall,” he hummed as he took his free hand and trailed it down your clothed sternum. “You called yourself mine earlier.”
Your mind was cloudy, dizzy from the proximity of his face, the warmth of his hand gripping your cheeks, the smell of his skin, the soft caress of his voice; all of him was a drug, one that you could get high off of forever.
“I did,” you confirmed swallowing your dry saliva, trying to keep your voice steady.
Anticipation coursed through your veins as his finger continued to travel down your abdomen, hooking under the hem of your ruined shirt.
“Would you like me to show you how well I take care of things that are mine?” Satoru hummed, hot finger swirling around your belly button.
His long eyelashes lowered, making his intense gaze turn sultry and possessive. You forget to breathe for a moment, the heat between your legs spreading like a fire to your stomach, responding to his soft touch.
You bit your lip, your weak attempt at trying to resist him; crumbling with each mixed breath.
“What do you say, y/n? Will you let me worship you?” he dragged his finger up your stomach, playfully pushing under the band of your bra, just below your breast. Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips to your ear, tongue licking your soft lobe.
“Will you let me claim what's mine?” teeth grazed the soft shell of your ear and you gasped, head tilting back as the feeling went straight to your sex.
“Y-Yes,” you whispered, giving up your control, dropping your last barrier.
You felt him smile against your skin as he wrapped his hand around your waist.
“Good girl,”
You had to bite back the moan that threatened to escape your throat as he roughly kissed you, the press of his lips hungry and desperate. Strong hands wrapped themselves around your soft thighs, hiking you up the wall so he could press his hips into yours, hard cock pressing against your need.
Locking your legs around his waist you tangled your hands into his hair, fighting his tongue for dominance, clinging to the taste of him. He let a satisfied moan escape into your mouth as you dragged your teeth along his tongue, pulling it further into your mouth, sucking on the muscle.
He grabbed your ass shaking it roughly, the action making your clothed clit rubbed against his throbbing cock. You moaned greedily into his mouth as he possessively bit your bottom lip, tongue swirling along the swollen flesh.
Pressing his body further into yours, he removed his hands from your rear and began undoing your blouse, lips never leaving your own. He teasingly brushed his fingers over your clothed peaked nipples as he tantalizingly exposed you to him. Expert fingers crawled up your spine to your bra, undoing its clasp.
Supporting your weight with one arm, he took one step backward so he could remove the clothes that kept your skin from him.
He pulled back from the lull of your lips so he could admire you. Your breasts were heavy against your chest as your nipples ached, crying to be touched as the rest of your body did.
Satoru let out a satisfied sigh, eyes taking in your breasts as well as the tattoos that decorated your ribs and sternum.
“My fucking God you are perfect,” he praised, freely tracing his hand over the ink of your tattoos, lighting your skin ablaze.
“Mm, Satoru,” you whined lightly, tightening your legs around his waist to try and give yourself some relief.
He laughed darkly, his pupils swallowed his eyes entirely as pure desire resided in them.
“Eager for my dick, are you?” he hummed, two fingers pushing past your lips. You obediently sucked them, hollowing out your cheeks as you coated his flesh with your saliva as if this was your answer to his question.
You reveled in his pleased expression, he played with your tongue a bit while marveling at you. Ever-so-slowly, he removed his fingers from your mouth. He then scissored your thick, stringy saliva between his fingers, placed them in his mouth, and hummed in satisfaction.
Your insides turned molten at the sight. His eyes never left yours, even when he dragged his fingers out of his mouth. It was as if he wanted to drink you in, commit your every reaction to memory. He had barely touched you, but you could feel your wetness soak through your jeans. Your walls throbbed, practically begging to be fucked by him.
He read your expression easily, smirked, and then pressed his lips to yours instantly claiming dominance over your swollen lips. You were too lost in him to even noticed he had moved to your room, gently placing you down on your bed.
Lips trailing white-hot fire down your neck, he hooked his sinful fingers under the waistband of your jeans. He made quick work of taking the fabric off your skin and he kissed, sucked, and nipped at your neck. You moaned, all earlier pride washing away while being steadily replaced with lust.
You spread your legs wide for him, your sex, still clothed, had completely soaked your panties. Cool air kissed your heated flesh and you hissed, earning yourself a chuckle from Satoru. He rubbed gentle circles into the plush of your thighs, making you squirm with impatience.
He stepped back and you trailed him, sliding your fingers under his shirt, tugging it off his deliciously toned body.
“It’s maddening that you still have clothes on,” you admitted, bringing your knees under you, and planting kisses on his abdomen. He cursed at the touch, fingers entangling themselves in your hair as his gaze burned through you.
“Mm, you look so pretty on your knees for me, y/n.” he encouraged you as he lightly dug his fingers into your scalp.
You began taking off his pants as you trailed your tongue up his torso, his body shuddering against you as began sucking right above his hipbone.
You ensured to leave his boxers on, as he left your panties on you. It was driving you insane having a barrier between you two, but it was also a fun game you knew he was playing; who will cave first?
Ensuring to keep eye contact, you ghost your hand over his clothed length as you dip your tongue under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the stubble of his regrowing pubic hairs against your tongue. His eyelashes flutter as the hand in your hair trembles, you could tell he was holding back. Seeing him this way made your core throb.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he breathed heavily, chest rising and falling above you. It served as your encouragement. Purely drunk off the sight of him being so sensitive to your touch.
For a response, hummed innocently as you didn’t stop your teasing. With your other hand, you slid it up his left leg ensuring it entered his boxers, skillfully avoiding his balls and shaft while you softly swirled your fingers dangerously near where he wanted your touch.
His cock twitched, lightly hitting your hand and you smirked, biting into his hip, eliciting a moan from his throat. You moaned sweetly into his flesh, which drove him mad.
His hands found your shoulders and pinned you down to the bed as his lips found your clavicle, tongue tracing the length of the bone.
“Who knew,” he whispered breathlessly into your flesh, hands spreading your legs wide, as he began planting slopping kisses down your chest.
“That the girl who would cry in trees would be so evil?” Satoru licked his way from your sternum to your navel, tongue swirling around the soft skin making you squirm.
You hummed, fingers refinding his hair which prompted him to enclose your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, tongue expertly teasing the rosy bud making your toes curl. You mewled, back arching into his mouth as pleasure crawled down your spine.
“Who knew that the strongest man in this world would be so weak to my touch?” you challenged back, voice breathy and low. You earned yourself a nip to your nipple, making you yelp as your walls clenched at the feeling.
Satoru seemed to like your comment about him being strong because he happily worked your full breasts with his mouth, giving you a sensation of pleasure you never experienced before. Your soft moans filled the room, which only encouraged him more. Every lick, suck, and bite brought you closer to that edge.
He noticed too, humming into your skin and then removing his mouth, making you let out a needy whine in protest.
“Were you close, y/n?” he cooed, lips traveling south.
“Asking questions you already know the answers to?” you answered slyly, hands struggling against his iron grip. You wanted to replace the warmth your breasts had lost; wanting to chase the taste of pleasure he gave you.
“I always do, sweetheart.”
He smiled up at you, face between your legs, his breath tickling your needy sex. He inhaled deeply, making you blush even harder but you didn’t break eye contact, refusing to lose to him.
“Look at you, y/n. You're such a mess for me,” he clicked his tongue and dragged his finger up your wet, clothed pussy. Fire pooled in your gut at the lingering sensation of his finger. Your body trembled. You bit your lip, concealing the throaty moan that threatened you.
Satoru got on his knees and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your dripping core mere inches from his face. Without hesitation, he licked his way up your clothed cunt in a zig-zag-like motion, stopping just before reaching your swollen clit. You moaned loudly at the sudden pressure as your stomach tightened at the pleasure.
“Your panties are so soaked, and you wore white, too. Almost like you knew,” His voice vibrated against you, making you shiver.
He planted another lick on you, again stopping right before he reached your bundle of nerves, avoiding where you wanted him most.
“You taste so good baby.” he praised while continuing to slowly lick your pussy, your legs began to shake as your body screamed for more. He dug his strong hands into your hips, pinning you to the bed to keep you still for him.
It felt so good, but also incomplete. With each swipe of his tongue, he moaned appreciatively, drinking in your scent, losing himself in the taste of your need, but never fully giving you what you want.
“S-Satoru, mm, please.” you pleaded helplessly, submitting to him fully.
“Be a good girl for me and tell me what I want to hear, y/n.”
Another long lick without relief, you whimpered.
“Beg for me,” he whispered darkly, tongue licking above your clit just for emphasis.
“I-I am yours,” you panted, the ability to form coherent sentences increasingly becoming hard for you with each press of his tongue.
“And?” he coaxed, fingers now joining his dance as he rubbed two of them against you.
You recalled his words from earlier this evening.
“I want you to worship me,” you moaned loudly at the slight brush of his finger against your clit.
“What else, y/n? Tell me what you want.” his teeth are now wrapped around the lace of your panties, ready to pull them down at your words.
You swallowed your pride, allowing yourself to be consumed whole by his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me. With your mouth, with your fingers, with your cock. I want you to fuck me however you want, Satoru. I am yours, and you are mine.” as the words left your lips, he peeled your panties off your body.
Cool air kissed your throbbing pussy making you quiver.
“I am going to make you forget every man that came before me.”
The pure promise of his words nearly drove you over the edge, but nothing could compare to what came next.
His tongue licked up your dripping cunt, making your juices drip down to your ass. He growled anomalistically into you as you coated his tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair, the sweet press of his tongue against your clit making you buck your hips.
“You’re so perfect,” he praised into your sex, sending sweet vibrations to the deepest parts of you.
His mouth wrapped around your clit, tongue swirling and sucking your bundle of nerves, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your firey veins. Breathing was impossible, you became a moaning mess for him. His name left your lips like a prayer, and he drank it up. Savoring every bit of your helpless moans, knowing they were all for him.
Without warning, he slid two warm fingers into your slick walls, momentarily stretching you, then removing them entirely.
What?
You knitted your eyebrows because the only noise you could make was strangled pleasure-filled moans.
But soon, those two fingers enter your ass, as his thumb entered your cunt making you moan uncontrollably.
You were overstimulated, so much pleasure filled you. His free hand came to play with your breasts, pinching a rolling your nipples between his rough nimble fingers. The edge crept back up, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“S-Satoru I’m–” you cried, your release rapidly approaching.
Tears pricked your eyes. No man had ever made you feel this way, let alone make you cum. You were almost afraid of the release.
“Not until I tell you to baby,” he warned, his tongue flicking your clit relentlessly as his fingers pumped both your holes, driving you closer and closer to the deep end.
You clenched your walls hard, trying so desperately to hold back your orgasm, which only made Satoru pump and suck you faster.
“I-I can’t–”
“Cum for me baby,”
His words were your undoing. On his command, you came hard around his fingers, both of your holes shuddering as pleasurable waves crashed over your body. Stars blotted your vision. Your feet became unbearably hot as your hands held his hair for dear life as if it would save you from your overwhelming orgasm.
“Good girl, cum for Daddy.” Satoru praised you, tongue tracing slow circles on you as his hand helped you ride the wave.
You felt like you were floating. Your body was impossibly light as you came down from your high. You tried to remember how to breathe.
Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale.
Wet lips found yours, the taste of you lingering on his tongue as his body hovered over you. You moaned into his mouth, your body sensitive and mind hazy as the after-effects.
Through his searing kiss, you began to reground yourself in reality. You hook your legs behind Satoru’s, then flip your bodies, pleased to find at some point he removed his boxers as your slickness coated him.
“Your turn,” you take his bottom lip between your teeth, dragging them slowly along the plump flesh. He gives you an appreciative smack to your ass, the feeling going straight to your groin.
You trail your lips down his neck, licking and sucking at the supple skin, relishing in the gasp that escapes Satoru’s lips when you lick his ear. Grinding your slick pussy against him, he grunts, hands holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises.
You smile as you feel him grit his teeth, soft pants leaving his lips.
“Feel good Daddy?” you ask innocently, pulling your face back to look at his beautiful face.
His cheeks were flushed with lips wet and parted, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes completely transfixed on your wet pussy grinding against him.
“Mm, you feel good baby,” he says to you softly and watches as you lean back further, placing your hands on his sculpted chest, moving your hips with a deeper pressure.
“Tell me what you want,” you sigh, enjoying the warm feeling of his thick cock against you. His eyes find your face, taking in your satisfied features, smirking at the sight of you getting yourself off by just grinding on him.
He takes your face in his hand and traces your lips with his finger.
“I want you to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock.”
The heat in his gaze alone nearly drives you over the edge, so you oblige him. Making a show of you getting on all fours for his lying down frame, wiggling your ass in the air for him, earning yourself another spank.
You take his member in your hand, pumping him a few times, marveling at his length and girth. Satoru just watched you, sucking in air between his teeth at your touch.
Bigger than anyone I’ve ever had…
Meeting his eyes, you brought your lips to his tip. Sucking and swirling your tongue, humming when the salty yet sweet taste of his precum hits your lips. His expression darkened as you moved your mouth down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks, allowing him to travel down your esophagus until your nose touched his stomach.
“S-Shit, y/n.” his hands fisted your hair as you happily shook your mouth around him, causing him to curse again.
Slowly, you make your way back up, licking his underside as your hand cup and gently massage his balls. He’s beautiful, even with the sweat dripping down his brow and his face contours from pleasure.
You begin to pick up your pace. Ensuring to suck harder towards the tip and make slurping and choking noises to stroke his ego. Your saliva thickened as your throat fucked him and as soon as you could comfortably take him he regained control.
Satoru began thrusting his cock in your mouth at a relentless pace, you could see the satisfaction in his eyes as your tears formed and you struggled to breathe.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. What a good little slut you are.”
Your walls clenched at his word as you licked and sucked him as best you could with his pace, getting off on the fact that you were pleasing him. You moaned against him, which in turn made his cock twitch.
“Fuck, just like that baby.” he hissed while throwing his head back into the sheets, the base of his cock twitching more and more in your mouth.
Suddenly, he aggressively pulled your head back, completely taking your mouth off of him, saliva dripping from your wet lips.
He laughs, running his thumbs along your cheeks. He pulls himself to a sitting position as you hungrily stare at his glistening angry red cock that stands proudly against his stomach.
“You almost made me cum,” he mused breathlessly, peppering kisses along your cheek.
“Well, that was my intent,” you smile and he groans, flipping your bodies so that you’re under him again.
He aligns himself with your dripping entrance and smiles at you. He smacks his cock against your clit, sending shocks down your spine.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” you bit your lips and nodded, earning you another world-shatteringly beautiful smile.
“So perfect,” he murmurs against your lips as he slowly pushes into you, swallowing your gasp.
You tremble as your walls adjust to his thickness, the feeling of him stretching you felt like heaven. Inch by inch he pushes into you, allowing you to adjust to him every step of the way. His tongue plays with yours as he swallows your satisfied moan at the feeling of fullness he gives you.
“Fuck Satoru,” you breathe between the two of you. He nips at your bottom lip as he grabs your legs, allowing himself to bottom out in your pussy.
“You’re so fucking tight, y/n,” He presses his forehead against yours as a shuddering breath passes his lips. You nod your head while digging your fingers into his shoulders, a signal to him to start moving.
He pulls out of you, almost entirely, then rolls his hips back into yours. The feeling makes your stomach tighten, he reached so deep in you as your velvet walls hungrily sucked him back in causing you both to let out a moan.
He picked up his pace, now biting his lower lip in concentration. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached up and caressed his face, marveling at this beautiful man.
“Mine,” you whispered, almost to yourself.
“Yours,” he answered, slamming his hips into you, angling himself to hit that spongey spot that connects right to your clit.
You couldn’t hide the obnoxious moan that left your throat as he hit that spot over and over again, making your eyes roll back.
“Found it,”
You both lost yourselves in the feeling of each other. Him in the warm wet bliss of your walls tightly hugging him, you in the friction and stretch of him. Your mouths were a hot mess of skin, teeth, and saliva. Your hands hungrily gripped one another. His hands find your ass, bringing your hips up to reach a new depth in you, which you returned by meeting his relentless thrusts.
There was a sort of desperation in your movements together, as if you both feared this would be the last time you would be able to express yourselves.
Your breaths became ragged as you felt the approach of your second release. You hopelessly raked your nails down Satoru’s spine. His thrusts became more erratic as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, which caused you to clench around him. He wrapped his hand around your throat, hard enough to leave a mark, light enough to allow you to breathe.
“Fuck baby, I’m close.” he breathed into your ear, hot and heavy. The words brought you closer to the edge.
“I want you to cum for me Daddy.” You said breathlessly, the words falling off your lips in a slur. He grunted, fingers digging into your plump ass.
He sucked the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He reached between your bodies and rubbed expert circles into your clit, sending you over the edge for the second time that evening.
Your release crashed over you hard as your walls clenched around Satoru, taking him over the cliff with you. His seed spilled in you, warm and deep which made you feel so full and satisfied. You moaned helplessly into his shoulder as he whispered your name in your ear as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
—
Y/n’s body shuddered against him as they came down from their highs together. Satoru rubbed soothing circles against her sweaty back while peppering her hot cheeks with light kisses.
He has had a lot of sex, but nothing ever felt like that to him, ever. His cock was already hard again, deep inside y/n's warm pussy, plugging her full of his seed.
He had no intention of having children, but he needed to claim her, in every way he possibly could. He wasn’t satiated, not even close.
“Y/n,” he pressed a kiss to her soft, swollen lips. Basking in the taste of their combined lust.
“Hm?” she murmured dreamily, long eyelashes fluttering against her deeply flushed cheeks.
“Turn around for me,” he ordered. She whimpered but obediently did as he said.
Sluggishly, she unlatched their bodies and crawled forward on the bed, and got on all fours, shaking her ass in front of his face. He sighed at the sight, watching as their mixed juices streamed down her plump thighs.
Getting on his knees himself, he positioned himself at her entrance, relishing in the way her body shuddered at the contact. Grabbing her long hair and wrapping it around his hand, he slammed his cock into her quivering pussy.
She moaned loudly into the bed as he tilted his head back, getting drunk from the feeling of her tight velvet walls sucking him back in, taking all of him. Satoru didn’t hold back as he greedily fucked her, watching as her ass bruised with his hand prints bounced on his cock.
She cried his name into the bed, hands gripping the sheets as her chest fell to the mattress forcing her back to arch at a harsher angle. He watched as drool pooled from her mouth with her face squished, moving back and forth with each hard thrust of his hips.
“You’re doing so good baby girl,” he moaned meaning every word.
She smiled, lifting her head slightly to meet his eyes, nearly driving him over the edge. He never came quickly before, which is why he was so shocked when he nearly busted from her mouth alone. She had bewitched him, in ways that no woman could even compare. From the feeling of her lips, moans that were soft and musical to his ears, down to the taste that dripped for him. No one came close.
“Mm, you feel so fucking good.” her praise was like honey, making his cock twitch and he set an ungodly pace, hands digging into her hips so he could pull her into his deep thrusts.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she cursed, her legs shaking beneath him as her walls clenched around him.
He smiled wolfishly, roughly grabbing her face and kissing her. She moaned into his kiss, unable to control the tears falling from her eyes.
Tasting the salt on his tongue, Satoru pulled away and sweetly kissed her tears away.
“Does it hurt baby?” he asked softly, fear suddenly coating his veins.
“N-No, you’re just, ah, so, you feel–” her words were messy and slow, yet he couldn’t help but think she couldn’t look more beautiful to him.
She let down each and every last barrier for him tonight, and he knew how scary that was for her. He wanted to appreciate her, in every way possible, starting with giving her the pleasure that he knew no one had given her. He could tell by her reactions, the surprise on her face at each orgasm that she never came through sex before. It filled him with pride and a sense of ownership.
He slowed his pace, rubbing circles into her lower back to allow her to breathe.
“What is it, love?” he coaxed, lovingly smoothing her hair out of her face.
She gulped down air relaxing into his touch, and she sighed.
“It’s a lot, I-I’ve never.” she closed her eyes, body shuddering against him. Again, he felt her walls clenching him deliciously, it took everything in him not to moan.
“I know, baby. I know,” he assured her, peppering kisses along her spine. His hips moved in sync with hers, matching her pace while enjoying the full feeling of her.
“Do you want to stop?” he offered, but she shook her head with vigor even with her eyes showing signs of exhaustion. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, she was just as drunk off of him as he is of her.
He was enjoying this almost too much. He could do this for hours, but he didn’t know if her body would hold up.
“Good girl,”
At his praise, her pussy responded, clenching hard around him.
He smiled, taking his hand and pressing it to the base of her neck, gently forcing her face down into the bed. She screwed her eyes shut, teeth sinking into her lips to conceal her moan.
With a deep breath in, he picked his pace back up, rolling and hammering his cock into her. Her legs began shaking so much to the point they gave out on her, her body laying flat on the bed as he continued to bring them closer to their high.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she moaned, voice muffled by the sheets.
He grunted, the compliment filling him with even more motivation.
“You do such a good job at taking this dick, y/n.”
She whimpered her orgasm close. He could tell by how tense her body was. Her walls were impossibly tight around him, clenching down hard on his cock as if it was trying to suck him in.
“D-Daddy I'm close–”
His eyes rolled back. Hearing her sweet voice say such dirty things for him drove him crazy.
“I want you to cum all over my cock baby.”
He pressed kisses to her shoulder, sucking on the skin as his release crept up on him, balls tightening to prepare for the burst.
Her hands clawed helplessly at the sheets as he overstimulated her body.
“That’s right, let go, y/n. Let me make you feel good.”
She screamed his name as she came all around him, dragging his orgasm out of him. White-hot fire crashed over him as he stopped dead in her, shaking violently as he spilled his seed into her for the second time.
“Fuck,” she heaved, chest rising and falling heavily. He could only nod against her clammy skin, lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.
She reached her hands around their bodies and began rubbing his thighs, small hands trying to soothe him.
Laughing lightly, he slowly detached himself from her. His cock missed her warmth immediately as he set out to her bathroom, bare feet padding on the cold hardwood floors. He found the towel he sought and returned to her side.
She whimpered while he helped her into a sitting position. Slowly, he pressed light kisses to her face as he gently cleaned his seed off of her. It had spilled everywhere. Down her thighs, on her ass, on the sheets. Everything was sticky from their various fluids, and it made him feel good knowing he was the one that caused it.
He looked to y/n. She leaned back on her hands, eyes closed, forehead slick with sweat, lips parted as she tried to breathe. Her nipples were still peaked as he took in the sight of the love marks he had left on her skin. It made him smile.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pushing some of her hair that stuck to her face out of the way.
“Hm, so are you.” she hummed happily, opening her eyes to meet his.
His heart skipped a beat.
The way she looked at him was indescribable. Even back then, she had been one of the few people who were completely honest with him. She didn’t care how powerful he was. She ignored it and accepted him. He showed her the darkest parts of himself, and she still supported him with a smile. This woman, who he failed to realize his feelings for till it was too late, looked at him with nothing but love.
He pulled her into his lap, taking her lovely face into his hands.
“I can’t promise you it’ll be easy with me,” her eyes widened.
“There may be a time where I get hurt, or I sacrifice myself for my students, or I make a stupid decision.”
“You always make stupid decisions,” she chided with a snort, coaxing a smile out of him.
“But, my heart is yours, y/n. For however long we are here on this earth, I promise to love you, and only you.” the truth of his words clanged between them as his heart pounded against his chest. It was the first profession of love he ever made and meant – it terrified him. Being this vulnerable, knowing now he truly had a weakness.
She smiled, softly taking his hands in hers.
“I love you, Satoru Gojo. I will love you through the pain and blood that awaits us. I will love your stupidity. I will accept your demons, fears, and dreams all the same. I will support you. I am yours.”
His lips found her soft ones, trying to conceal the tears that fell from his eyes. Despite that, her hands found his cheeks, lovingly wiping away his tears.
He couldn’t stop the flow. He felt so much at once; relief, pain, sadness, longing, happiness, fear, love. It overwhelmed him. He had missed her for so long. The way he would push her buttons so she could spit fire at him. How he was the only one who saw her soft laugh. He missed the way she would hold his body with her small one, promising him he wasn’t a monster as her scent enveloped his senses. He chased the smell of her for years, due to it being the only thing that made him feel at ease.
He realized then.
She was home. She is his home.
—
One year later
“Y/nnnnnnnn~!” Utahime called out to you, arms spread wide and she ran towards your approaching figure.
You smiled softly, opening your arms to accept her embrace. The woman crashed into your arms, chest pressing hard against yours as she sobbed into your neck.
“I thought you died! To think that bastard Gojo found you before I did!” she cried and you laughed, rubbing circles into your friend's back.
“Oi! What do you mean by ‘bastard Gojo’? And get off my woman!” his tone made you chuckle.
You two haven’t changed much.
“Utahime, let y/n breathe.”
You look in the direction of the voice and saw Mei Mei.
Your heart stopped. She looked even more beautiful than she did when you were young.
Utahime begrudgingly lets go of your frame. Though she pulled her cool indifferent mask back on, you could make out her slight pout.
Mei Mei grabbed your shoulder, her red lips pulling into a wicked smile.
“Have you been well? Has this trash been treating you well?”
“Hey, I’m right here!”
“Yes, I have been well, how about you?” you smile innocently as you, Mei Mei and Utahime start walking – ignoring Satoru entirely.
The grounds of Jujutsu High were just as beautiful as you remembered. You chatted idly with your friends, sharing stories of the past ten years. Utahime couldn’t hide her tears at some parts, where Mei Mei reassuringly rubbed your shoulder. Satoru lazily trailed behind, a secret smile on his lips as he watched you smile with your friends.
As you entered the main building you sighed, memories flooding your mind of your time here.
“Time sure does fly,” you muse, spinning in a small circle to take in your surroundings.
“It does,” they all said in unison, making you chuckle.
“Do they know?” you asked no one in particular, knowing everyone knew what you were asking.
“Gojo is still hiding your existence from the higher-ups, which is why we’re confused as to why he brought you here. Is it for Itadori Yuuji?” Mei Mei asked carefully, eyeing Satoru side-long.
You nodded once. He proposed that you meet Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki so they could learn your face and trust you in the future.
As you approached the classroom an annoyed female voice rang through the hall.
“Oi! Idiot A and B are you listening?!”
“Yes yes yes, we’re listening”
“I want a steak”
“No you idiot I said we’re eating sushi! Sushi! Listen and repeat after me. Su-shi. Tell that happy-go-lucky teacher of ours that we want sushi!”
You had to stifle your laughter as Satoru opened the doors to the classroom, arms spread wide with a nonchalant smile plastered on his face.
“No need to fear your good-looking teacher is here!”
“Huuuh?” the students said in unison, their heads cocked to the side as they stared at the teacher with dumbfounded expressions.
Mei Mei and Utahime positioned themselves outside the classroom, ensuring to keep an eye out for anyone who might come down the hall and see you.
You quietly step into the classroom, an awkward smile on your face as you softly wave to his precious students.
“Hello, I am y/n l/n. It is nice to meet you.” you bow deeply to show respect to the younger generation, but you hear Satoru’s sneaky chuckle.
“Gojo-sama is this the girlfriend you’re so obsessed with?” a cool-toned voice called out from the black-haired student.
Toji’s son, huh?
“No way, this is your girlfriend?!” the pink-haired boy called out, voice full of energy and brightness.
Sukunas vessel.
“Of course, it’s his girlfriend, look at the way he’s standing so close to her.” the young female chided, looking at you with bright sparkling eyes.
You couldn’t hide your laughter. You used your hand to cover your mouth as the sight of them reminded you so much of Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko.
“I wanted to introduce you to her, so in the future, if you have to work with her know that she can be trusted. Back in the day, her strength was second only to mine.” Satoru bragged about you shamelessly to his students, making you blush.
Yuuji blushed while looking at you whereas Megumi simply turned his gaze away. Nobara still looked at you with awe.
“Why aren’t you a sorcerer anymore?” Yuuji asked, and you smirked bringing your index finger to your lips.
“It’s a secret.” you threw the students a wink, and Megumi let out a sigh.
“You’re just as bad as him.” Megumi stuck his chin out towards Satoru, which made you smile inwardly.
It’s still strange to think Satoru raised this kid, even if it is to spite the Zen’in clan.
“Don’t be rude!” Nobara slapped his knee, causing Megumi’s eye to twitch.
“Stop fighting, you’re making me look bad.” Satoru scolded, but none of them listened.
“Huh? Who cares about that?” Megumi challenged, easily pushing Satoru’s buttons.
“Eh? What did you just say you brat?” Satoru wasted no time, locking Megumis head in his arm, aggressively messing his spiky hair up.
You stood, trying to stifle your laughter at the lively sight. Nobara cheered Satoru on while Yuuji remained shocked at his teacher's actions. You could hear Mei Mei sigh and Utahime covered her eyes in disappointment.
You didn’t know how long this would last, but it made your heart feel so full. It healed the very last wound that plagued your soul. Finally, you were whole again.
You became remade in the brightness of their light.
#gojo satoru#gojo smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#angst#angst/fluff#angst/comfort#romance#pornwithplot#gojo satoru smut#adult gojo#teen gojo#soft gojo#possessive gojo
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dad's best friend!steve and munson!reader
saw this concept making rounds and it makes me weak in the knees so here ya go. i decided to make it steve instead of eddie to switch it up lol, hope you enjoy
also sorry lone star 3 is taking forever, i promise i'm still working on it!
It was supposed to be a simple trip back to Hawkins, escaping the suit and ties of corporate New York City, but things were never that easy for Steve. Staying at his best friend Eddie’s house, he was proud of the way he was able to defy odds, now living in a nice home after success as a musician then as a restaurant owner. Both men had gotten busy, but their weekly phone calls and miscellaneous emails persisted.
When they would meet up, Eddie almost always came to New York due to his vacation rental being close, only moving back to Hawkins full time to be close to Wayne as he got older. His home was large, covered in his old band posters with their accomplishments framed on the walls.
The last time Steve had been here was over a decade ago, the photos of Eddie and his ex-wife were gone, something both men had in common after they both endured failed marriages. Only Eddie had a baby, a girl, but who only came to visit during the summer and holiday breaks.
Steve sat across from Eddie on the couch, sipping some expensive red wine that was buried in his liquor cabinet. The age had made it taste better, knowing he probably hadn’t had guests over frequently, and if he did, they would probably settle for beer.
“Surprised you have alcohol this old with a teenager around.” Steve chuckled, scratching the stubble on his chin, swirling the drink to create a small tornado in the glass.
“Tell me about it, I’m just as shocked as you are that my kid wasn’t a delinquent.” Eddie jested, pressing his fist to the side of his forehead, leaning against the leather sofa, “She’s a good kid, she’s 21 now, it’s been awhile since you’ve seen her, huh?”
Nodding, he took another sip, flowing back into the conversation of nostalgia and their current work lives. The mention of one of his restaurants made realization dawn on Eddie’s face, mumbling curses before standing.
“Fuck, I have to put in a food order at one of my locations, I gotta take this call.” Eddie groaned, grabbing his black slip on sandals that made him feel too much like an old man for his enjoyment.
As Steve went to agree, the sound of a door opening and closing made both of them look up, a moment passing before you entered. Standing a bit taller in jeans and a halter top, you slipped off your sandals. Walking past Eddie as he stood, your stride stuttered when you met Steve’s eyes.
“Hey sweetheart, you remember Steve, right? He’s staying with us for a few days, we can go to dinner or something tonight. I have to take a call outside.” He rambled, putting his hand over your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
You sat down where your father was prior, ankles crossed and beneath your butt as you faced Steve. Your soft smile made him feel a little bit better, a lot of time had passed and you had grown up a lot. He wasn’t used to being around anyone else, but older male executives.
The times Eddie came to visit Steve, he didn’t bring you along as you were typically with your mom, the divorce happening fairly shortly after you were born. He would hear updates, random accolades you had garnered or something funny you did. But here you were as a college student, seemingly well adjusted and inheriting the kind eyes from your dad.
“Wow, it’s been a long time, huh? How are you? You’re in college now, right?” Steve asked, taking a final sip of his drink and setting the glass on the coaster. You nodded, signaling the small black kitten that slinked into the room to sit on your lap, who obliged and purred as you pet it.
“I’m good, in my sophomore year at Saint Mary’s,” You explained, the infamous all-girls college recollecting in Steve’s memory, “How are you? How’s Terri?”
The sharp sting in his chest didn’t get easier at the mention of his ex-wife’s name, the woman who left him for his business partner around 9 years ago. It was partially the reason Steve hadn’t come back to visit, they had moved here when another branch of the company opened here. He couldn’t stomach seeing them or the kids they eventually had, ones that she had always told him she never wanted.
“Oh, we’re not together anymore, but I’m well. Business is good, keeping myself busy.” He replied shortly, watching the small cat crawl over to his lap for some attention.
The sharp inhale from your mouth made him look up, “Shit, sorry, I had no idea.”
“No, no! Don’t worry about it, it’s been almost 10 years, I’ve been riding solo since.” He laughed, watching your shoulder deflate any tension, “Tell me about college?”
“Saint Mary’s is nice, I like my professors and the classes are interesting. I’ve made a lot of nice friends there, but it’s an all girls school so not too much fun.” You began, shrugging and looking downward, messing with the friendly cat’s tail, “There’s a boys school nearby, but they’re…”
Awaiting your continuation, Steve watched thoughtfully, remembering how much he hated when people asked him questions, but wouldn’t even look him in the face. Realizing this, blood rushed to your cheeks as his hazel eyes glistened in your direction.
“Immature. They’re very annoying.” You giggled, startling the cat who scurried off, but Steve joined your amusement.
“Makes sense, your dad and I were annoying then.” He mused, thinking about how many choices he made in the 1980s would lead him to now.
“Then?” You teased as his eyes rolled, Eddie re-enter the room with a hand covering his chest at your commentary with a dramatic scoff.
Joining the conversation, the three of you talked until your stomachs rumbled, deciding to head out for dinner. Taking you three to the same restaurant as when he was younger, Eddie waved to his favorite waitress and slid into the booth.
Cramming in years of information into an hour seems difficult, but the three of you tried your best, making the time go by quickly before and after eating. You spoke eloquently for your age, posture straight naturally and carrying yourself well. Steve noticed these things and how your eyes kept lingering on him, but it was either him, Eddie, or the napkin holder to look at.
The wine they served wasn’t as strong as the one from before, but it was decent, getting them a bit buzzed. Your birthday had just passed, making this one of the first times you were able to order alcohol, making Eddie complain about how many gray hairs he had.
The air was crisp, nipping at your cheeks and nose as you rushed to Eddie’s black truck with full stomachs. Steve gave you the front seat, watching your profile glisten against the moonlight, seeing hints of Eddie’s features on you, including his tongue poking habit.
An abrupt shriek came from Eddie’s phone, fumbling with it as he flipped it open, hitting the green button. A quick voice could be made out from the other side as you looked back at Steve, shrugging and turning around. His work voice made you hold back a laugh, having to sound much more authoritative than he ever really had to get with you.
Slamming the phone shut with a groan, he stopped at the red light and rubbed his palms down his face. Slapping his hands on the wheel when it switched to green, he went forward and took a turn down the next street.
“Some idiots fucked up one of the machines so I have to go run and fix it, I’ll just drop you guys off.” He huffed, “I swear, I hire these young people because they know about technology, but they’re the ones who break it!”
The rant lands them in front of the house, giving you and Steve an escape route as he drives away quickly. You both looked at each other for a second before erupting in laughter, making your way towards the front door, “Shit, I thought he was going to blow a blood vessel.”
When you unlocked the door, Steve held the door open, letting you go through first as you both resumed your places on the couch. The T.V. had been left on showing sitcom reruns, a laugh track coming from the boxed machine.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him that mad since I jokingly told him I was pregnant!” You joked, plopping on the couch, turning the channel to MTV.
“Jesus, don’t joke about that! Besides giving him a heart attack, you might speak it into existence.” He warned, thinking about how Eddie probably verged a panic attack when you said that to him.
You scoffed, letting your arms fall at your sides, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t really have to worry about that.”
“What do you mean-” Steve started before catching himself, cheeks flushing bright red, “Oh, fuck. Sorry. You’re a pretty girl, it’ll happen event- Shit, that’s even weirder, sorry.”
“It’s okay! That wine must have been stronger than we thought.” You remarked, eyes watching the bright colors of the cartoon television bumpers. After a few minutes of just static filled cable, you yawned, excusing yourself to bed for the night.
Once you left the room, he threw his head back, wincing at his own stupidity from moments before. The scene replayed in his brain, hoping it wasn’t humiliating or creepy for you to basically confirm your virginity to a man almost twice your age. He had to talk to you again, he figured apologizing would make things worse, so he settled for small talk.
Walking up the big plush stairs, he had vaguely remembered the layout of the home after one visit as he drove through on his way back home. As he walked down the long hallway, he heard a soft breath, making him stop.
His hairs stood as he heard a gentle moan, followed by just a hint of wetness, looking at the wooden door to his left that had a bedazzled tiara on it that lost many of the jewels. His tipsy mind made his feet inch closer, careful of the potential of the floorboards squeaking, but not realizing the fatal flaw in the house's design.
The door creaked open as the wooden panels bumped the bottom, making both of you jump in surprise. You had changed into panties and an oversized shirt, now bringing your knees to your chest.
“Shit, sorry! I came up here to talk because I felt bad about making things awkward, but I think I just made things worse!” He revealed, looking everywhere, but your face. Fidgeting in place, his fight or flight was failing him and he could only think of the noises he heard moments before.
“Wait Steve!” You called, relaxing your legs to stretch in front of you, making his eyes cascade down them to your fuzzy yellow socks, “I have a question.”
“Uh, what? What do you need?” He sighed, blocking his view with his hands on his eyebrows, hoping the blood pumping through his veins went north instead of south.
Except he didn’t hear you speak, just the squeaking of your mattress and footsteps until your socks could be seen. Cautiously moving his hand, he looked at you as you tucked loose hair behind your ear.
His breath hitched in his throat as he smelled the faintest scent of sex and red wine from your stained lips, leaning against the doorframe.
“Sorry, I’m just curious, when did you have sex for the first time?” You spoke softly, unintentionally making his heart beat faster.
“I was 15, her name was Shelley. She was my second girlfriend.” He confessed, thinking of her and how it felt his first time. It went as smooth as first times go, losing it in her bedroom and having to be quiet because her parents were down the hall.
You sighed, turning around to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge. Looking up in confusion, he slipped off his scuffed up white Nikes before walking on your pink carpet. He knew this was no man’s land, looking at the framed photos and posters on the walls.
“It’s okay to be a virgin, it’ll happen at the right time.” He assures, sitting beside you, hiking up his jeans by the thighs. His hand found your knee, squeezing it innocently until he remembered your barely clothed state.
You tensed then relaxed beneath his grasp, turning towards him and smelling his potent aftershave. His fingers curled against your soft skin, his morals melting into a puddle as he looked at your fresh face.
“I want you to fuck me, Steve.” You pronounced, a bit taken aback by your boldness, but not missing the way he jolted yet remained seated.
“Sweetheart, we can’t-” Steve began, shaking his head and having his brown locks fall in front of his face. His hair was slightly shorter than it was in his 20s, cutting it as he entered the 90s, but it still framed his face.
“Steve, please, I won’t tell. I swear.” You promised, the growing heat between your legs becoming more intolerable, squeezing your thighs.
As badly as he wished he had gotten up, walked downstairs, and slept on the couch until Eddie returned. He found himself meeting your lips, feeling the warmth of your skin radiating before he cupped your cheek.
You turned your body towards him, climbing onto his lap and feeling the bump growing underneath his pants. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him in fiercely, his coarse hands finding your bottom. The clean cotton meeting your delicate skin made his hips flex, falling onto his back before flipping you over.
Sitting up on his knees, your hands beat him to his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Your hands trailed to his happy trail, his stomach poking slightly over his jeans that grew with age. He was about to question the sexuality of it until he saw your eyelids droop.
His belt came off quickly, followed by the awkward removal of his jeans, making you stifle a laugh. He took your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your tits, pert from arousal. The realization that he was likely the first one to see them made him harder, his boxers becoming tighter as he squeezed your chest.
His hands went below your waistband, finding how silky your folds were, dipping to feel your slick. Your body pressed against his with a whimper, his thick fingers infiltrating your cunt as it gripped like a vice.
Tucking your face against his neck, your gentle sounds went through his ears as his fingers thrusted into your small walls. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in small circles to excelerate your need.
His mouth practically watered at tasting you, letting his tongue trace every line and nerve. He thought of your hands lacing through his hair and tugging as you cried at how good it would feel, how you had never felt so good. But you were already trying to wiggle his boxers down, your pussy craving something more.
Taking his hands away, he ripped them off, making you moan louder than any of his touches. His muscles flexed, throwing the torn fabric against the wall before discarding his own underwear while straddling you on his knees. Your mouth dropped at his size, a pretty red with precum spouting from the slit and balls heavy from years of his own hand.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart? A pretty girl like you could get any of those boys at school.” He questioned, knowing that you really could pull any guy in Indiana if you wanted, but you reached for his cock cautiously. You gave it a few tugs, twisting your wrist and gaining a rhythm that made his eyes roll back.
“I want you inside me, I know you can treat me better. Please.” You begged, finding yourself growing more desperate as his length grew heavier in your grasp. Chills ran down his spine when you scooted down on the bed to put your lips on his tip, sucking it tentatively.
His gut flexed, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard and the other hand cupping your cheek. The velvety feeling of your cheeks put him on the brink, the years without touch now weighing on him as you looked up at him, hungry.
Slipping his hands beneath your arms, he dragged you up swiftly as you squeaked, his strength being exerted as he spread your legs. His motions were fast, his eyes blown with eagerness, but just as he was about to run himself up your lower lips, he froze.
“I don’t have condoms, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife.” He admitted, slightly embarrassed that he had remained celibate for nine years. He had tried dating, but it was hard to move on from what he went through, opting to bury himself in his work and buy one hell of a fleshlight.
“I can take an after pill, I’ll go to the store right after.” You compromised, pulling him closer as your chests went flush against each other. His heavy breathing only escalated as he took the hand not holding him up to guide himself against your heat, keeping eye contact.
Attempting to look down and avoid his intense gaze, he only nudged you to upkeep the intimacy, making you crumble. He bumped against your opening, gasping as the mushroom tip persevered through, making him choke out a moan.
You felt his soft curls as he thrusted slowly, trying to help you grow accustomed to his size. He hushed your faint cries, kissing your head before your lips. Your nose was still cold from the bitter weather, meeting his warm one while his tongue grazed your lower mouth.
Parting your mouths to adjust the position, let gasps leave both of you, his pace becoming longer as he tried to fit at least half of himself in. You tugged on his hair as he reached a pleasurable part inside you, causing him to nip your lip. When he pulled away, you whimpered, but relaxed onto the mattress.
“That’s it, huh? Found your special spot? Your little fingers couldn’t get all the way up here, could they? I’m not even all the way in.” He teased, holding your hip firmly to create a tempo, finding the same placement that kept making you moan.
Nodding frantically, you opened your eyes to see his bore into yours, feeling the situation grew far more intimate and intense than expected. He moved your left knee up, letting his naval hit at your clit at a perfect angle.
“Deeper, fuck me deeper.” You breathlessly requested, mewls falling out as he obliged, his balls just reaching your ass, “You feel so good.”
He faltered, biting his lip to refrain from letting go too soon, counting to five in his head before picking back up. Your hands fell to your chest, toying with your sensitive nipples as your body trembled.
Looking up at him with wide eyes, he saw the nervousness in them, as if the reality of the situation began to hit as your orgasm crawled closer. He felt a tug in his heart, softening his expression and taking one of your breasts in his palm.
“Do you feel good?” He pondered and was met with a nod, “Then you’re okay. Just let it happen.”
As if he had bewitched your body, your orgasm came shortly after, making your body heat rise and mind go blank. Somehow, Steve was able to hold off, working you through your finish until you came back to reality, whimpering at the sensitivity of his touch.
He felt himself growing closer, his balls and lower gut tightening, pressing himself against your tummy to feel a subtle movement beneath. He was fully submerged, your come making his dick glide smoother.
You gripped his bicep, putting your damp forehead against his, feeling encapsulated by euphoria as you knew he grew closer. He gritted his teeth, edging himself to make this moment last as long as possible.
“Come inside me, fill me up.” You pleaded, his head snapping up, bewildered to the point of amusement.
“Don’t say things like that. I won’t be able to contain myself.” He rationalized, but your hormones were desperate for it, as if the world would stop spinning if he didn’t. You pressed his cheek to yours, your lips just at his ear, his warm breath hitting your shoulder.
“Fill me up Steve, fuck a baby into me, make me yours.” As the words left your mouth, the rope of his sanity was severed, taking both your knees and shoving them to the bed.
Those few words are ones he had been waiting for for years, all his rationality and judgment was discarded to the side. There would be a plethora of pieces to pick up as soon as he would finish, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to care. The primal need to pump you full had created tunnel vision.
The once gentle pace was replaced by a brutal one, his balls smacking harshly against the shell of your ass as you wailed. You stuttered on your own noises, rubbing your bundle of nerves as he obliterated your cunt, borderline bruising your cervix.
“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you as you gawked at the way his veins poked from his neck and hands. With a few more thrusts, he moaned brokenly as his come coated your walls and your second orgasm met his. His hand shoved yours away, rubbing quickly to the point of overstimulation, wiggling.
His body fell on top of yours, your arms wrapping around him tightly as he did the same, twisting to lay on his side. He let his softening cock fall from your cunt, feeling his own release covering himself as it poured out.
There were no words to explain what had occurred in the past hour, letting your foreheads touch in silence with closed eyes for a moment. Steve had to recoup before he even tried to act normal and he didn’t forget it was your first time, stroking your hair.
The bed felt cold when he got up, grabbing his underwear and disappearing for the bathroom. Though his touch had just been introduced, you were craving it instantly, feeling a bit like a lost puppy.
He returned with a wet cloth, wiping between your legs delicately, making you blush fiercer than when he was plowing into you. Once he had soaked most of it up, he tossed it into your laundry basket on the other side of the room, grabbing a clean pair of panties and shirt from the floor to help you redress.
“I’m sorry if I got a little intense.” He mumbled out as your head poked through the white shirt, seeing his bashfulness at his behavior. You gifted him a small smile, mumbling that you liked it through a yawn, tired eyes fluttering.
“I’m gonna go back downstairs, let me know if you need anything, okay?” Steve explained, kissing your head and bringing the blanket up to your chest, “Also, make sure you go to the bathroom, you can get a UTI if you don’t.”
He chuckled at the scrunch of your nose, walking to his own discarded clothes and putting them back on. The sweat made his jeans a bit harder to put on, thankful he chose a loose shirt for the day, snatching his Nikes he had left by the door on the way out.
He needs to stay in fucking New York.
#i almost wrote eddie finding out but decided against it lol#elora writes#steve harrington#stranger things#steven harrington#steve harrington moodboard#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington smut#steve harrington thoughts#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#older!steve#older!eddie#dilf!eddie#older!steve x reader
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Chibiroth often upsets me more than I expect with his mannerisms 🥺
Also slight updates on translations below
I am nearly done with the final part of the Angeal—Sephiroth chapter in Dissidia, but there was one part that I hit a slight snag with due to some contextual issues. My friend can’t always get back to me right away, so I have been in limbo.
However, good news! I have spoken with another Japanese student on Twitter who has also been translating the chapters. Our translations are quite similar, so I was relieved to see that my work wasn’t too lacking. However, this person is also moving ahead, so I may be able to ask them about the one spot I was struggling with. They were fine with this and I will credit them of course. If so, the post will be out soon!
Also good news, the few areas where I was concerned my translations were weak have been translated the same way by this person on Twitter, so I think I am relatively on-track for now.
I will do my best to get this post out soon! In the mean time, at least we have Chibiroth <3
#final fantasy 7#the first soldier#ever crisis#my translations#ff7#dissidia opera omnia#japanese translations
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𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔...𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌?
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!ari levinson x fem!pornstar!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Ari and you have been friends since before the Production was made, now you sleep with him regularly as a job with no feelings involved
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni., oral (f receiving), protected sex (pill), p in v – wrap it before you tap it, size kink, brat taming if you squint, choking a little, hair pulling, kinda praise kink
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is chaotic and it should be because the reader is chaotic and I hope this makes sense. If you’re only here for the smut, it's at the end. Follow @sstanhoe-updates and turn on notifications to always know when I post something!!! Reblog, comment and like!!!!
“You wanna do what?” you looked at your friends wide eyed. “Jellybean, we need the money to get through college and what better way than this!” Ari seemed to be very excited about the idea.
“Then go work at a restaurant or something!” His big hands took yours squeezing them, “jellybean no restaurant would give you such a salary and with the money we make we don’t need a student loan!” You watched Andy and Ari’s faces with furrowed brows.
“You do realise I’d have to sleep with you.” Andy who looked just as convinced of the idea as Ari grinned, “yes, we do, I mean we are friends so no feelings! Besides we wanted to ask Natasha for help.”
The way they acted and sounded it seemed like they had already figured everything out. Add to that they already counted in that you were a part of it.
“You Ari Levinson the man who wouldn’t let me go on a date with Chad because we had a horrible haircut in his eyes will let me fuck Andy – your best friend – on a regular basis and might even have a threesome. Also, there is a chance I’m gonna fuck Lloyd too….”
You watched Ari intensely as realisation downed on him, “oh, haven’t thought about that have you?” you mocked him with a smirk.
“I thought of that!” Andy chided in with pride, your heads turned to him making him continue. “We will use the traffic system, like green go, yellow slow down, red stop. Lloyd will do nothing you’re not comfortable with. Beforehand we will list your kinks to see what you will absolutely not do and so on.”
“As for the fucking together, I get that it will be weird however we are all friends! Meaning no feelings and after a while you will be used to it.” Andy really thought it through, and it made sense.
“Okay fine…what’s the payment mister know it all?” you asked with a raised chin. You were waiting to find a weak spot in this oh so great plan.
“It depends on the views of course but with normal clicks around 300 dollars-,” “in a month? That’s not very much.” Interrupting Andy with furrowed brows, a part in you was a little proud to have found a weakness.
“No, jellybean 300 dollars pro video we do. They should be at least ten minutes,” your eyes widen at his answer, mouth running dry. “300 dollars pro video?” you stammer repeating his words.
Ari nodded taking your hands in his, “will you be a part of this?” You were hesitating which was to be expected.
Making porn was a normal job like everything else but it was also weird. What if you developed feelings for each other? They said they wouldn’t, but sex always brings the feelings out. You needed to make a pro and con list, then you will decide.
“Maybe. I will make a pro/con list and then text in the group.” “If you say yes...Lloyd wants to rename it to corn stars, like the corn emoji and then stars the word.” Ari informed you at the mention of your group chat.
You rolled your eyes with a hint of playfulness you were annoyed but it was kinda funny and such a Lloyd thing to do. “Of course, he did,” you muttered shaking your head a little.
“Well, then good night…we will see you tomorrow,” Ari said nervously scratching the back of his neck. “You do realise we will see her in class today,” Andy cut in frowning at his friend who rolled his eyes in response, “yeah but what if she didn’t wanna come?” “Then she would probably tell you that she won’t come, you can’t just assume it.”
“Well, I just did Barber,” “oh god, are you serious?” a giggle rolled of your lips as you listened to their bickering.
“Enough you two, I need to make my list and you need to I don’t know anything so hush now,” you shooed them out of your flat with a smile. Ari raised his arms in an act of innocence as he stood up, Andy following him.
“I’m sorry we just dumped that on you,” “Andy there really is no way how you don’t dump it on anyone.” Andy mumbled a ‘right’ before following Ari out.
You sat back on the couch a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you let the events of the last fifteen minutes pass through you again. That lead you to grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen.
Taking a deep breath, you wrote down pro and contra. Now you had to think of things that would be against and for being a pornstar…,”okay. If I do it, then I would get a lot of money and it would easier to pay for the college but also, I only have like a year and a half left. However, I’m also in dept already meaning this way I could easily pay everything back!”
Quickly you wrote the things down, “now what else? Oh, well I would sleep with Ari, Andy and Lloyd which is not that bad actually. Like they’re hot but they’re my friends! Especially Ari but I always wanted to know what it was like to sleep with him, but what if feelings get involved? No why would we? We’re friends that won’t happen.”
Looking over your list you realised you had two points on the con and five on the pro. “I guess it’s decided, I mean there could be worse things than this right?” You shrugged not really able to believe that you were going to do that.
Grabbing your phone you opened the group chat, texting ‘okay, fine. I’m in.’. Immediately they boys responded, Lloyd renaming the chat, Ari texting he was relieved you agreed and Andy telling you he will give you the contracts at your class in an hour.
“Andy’s gonna make a great businessman well slash lawyer…,” you muttered.
Around an hour later you walked onto campus when suddenly an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pressed you against their chest.
“Hey there goldilocks,” Lloyd smirked at you, with a huff you softly nudged your elbow into his rips, “stop calling me that!” “Shouldn’t have worn the costume then…” “that was almost four years ago!” you argued with, but he just shrugged with an innocent smile.
“Anywayyyy goldilocks, now serious question. What do you think of my new group chat name?” His turned to face you studying your expression, nodding slightly you pressed your lips together.
“It’s definitely something, like you aren’t wrong but stars? We haven’t even done anything yet!” You chuckled at him while he shook his head in disagreement.
“Goldilocks we are gonna create an empire!” he said loudly making a wild gesture with his arm. “You’re pretty sure of yourself…”
“Why wouldn’t I be? The four of are the hottest people in this university and now imagine us fucking together! Andy the brain but sweet guy, bet he has a praise kink. Ari the gentle giant who looks like a rough guy, size kink just saying. And then there is me, Lloyd Hansen! I’ve got brain too however I’m also good for sex so it’s like a package deal, I have a thing for bdsm and some voyeurism.”
You had to take another breath after gathering all that information Lloyd gave you, wait what was bdsm?
“You don’t know bdsm?” “Shit did I say that out loud?” you cursed, Lloyd nodded with a grin. “Don’t worry I’ll give you a quick rundown-,” “but that will not be right now because we have class and remember the reason why we’re doing this!” A voice from the background said which belonged to Andy Barber.
The both of you turned around facing Ari and Andy, the lawyer to be promptly handing you a stock of papers. At your confused look he gave you a smile, “contract and list of kinks to know what you’re comfortable with.”
You nodded, you had feared that moment to be honest. It wasn’t like you had much experience on sex, yeah you have some, but they were always vanilla and nothing strange or wild.
“When do you need them back?” you ask looking up at him, “like next week Wednesday and when we’re all good we can start the following Monday.”
Swallowing you nodded again, today was Thursday which meant that it was only a week and a half away.
You needed to watch some porn – okay never thought I’d say that you thought.
The boys and you walked into the auditorium, sitting down on the last row.
While you should be listening to what the professor had to say the only thing on your mind was the kink list.
How were you supposed to know what you like and what not? Of course, you could research but Google couldn’t tell you if you liked to be choked. Yeah, some things you already know but with some not.
Ari noticed your thoughts drifting off, everytime you did your eyes fixed on a random point in the room while you rested your head on the back of your hand.
He wondered where your thoughts went this time although he had an idea. Ari understood your reaction because he had the same, Lloyd and Andy came around with the idea. Andy needed the money for his legal studies and Lloyd wanted to fuck in front of a camera.
It wasn’t like Ari didn’t have the same problems with money, but he had to admit the idea was crazy. As Lloyd and Andy gave him all the detail, he was impressed however still unsure. Not only did he show his whole body to the world, but he also fucked his friends which definitely had an impact on their relationship with one another.
After a they had explained everything, they came to the point where they had to ask you, you were the missing piece. While yes, they planned on asking Natasha, they didn’t trust anyone more than you.
Still Ari felt weird thinking about you like this, thinking of you naked, moaning his name. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think of you before, but he knew he shouldn’t and now?
The voice of the professor snapped you and Ari from your thoughts, “well then until tomorrow,” you muttered waving to your three friends giving them a smile.
They returned the smile and said their good nights before leaving too.
Back in your little apartment you read through the list Andy gave you and there were things you didn’t even know existed. “What the hell is a size kink? And brat taming, dumbification, manhandling and innocence? How can you get off on innocence?”
You had to get information, but from who? Lloyd would probably tease you, Andy was like a dad so it would be weird and that left Ari…”fuck it,” you whispered and took out your phone.
Ari picked up after the second ring, he didn’t even get to say hello before you started speaking. “What is a size kink?” Ari spit out his beer at your question, coughing loudly he asked “what?”
“Size kink, what’s a size kink?” Ari was at a loss of words, none coming past his lips. “Ari you still here?” “yeah-, yeah,” he stuttered.
“Well, a size kink is a sexual fetish that involves being attracted to noticeable differences in size between two partners. Genital size, hand size, height, weight, musculature etc. It can go any which way: the smaller person can have a distinct sexual preference for the larger person, vice versa, or both.”
You put the phone on speaker and laid it down on the table to take notes, “that sounds…wait do you have one? I think Lloyd mentioned something…,” you trailed off.
Ari on the other line had pearls of sweat running down his forehead, something about you asking and not knowing about kinks made him feel something.
“Okay, well moving on. Dumbification what’s that?” you went over to the next one, biting into your pencil.
The size kink did sound interesting, but you needed to experience it to know if you liked it or not. All the kinks you named and one or two others you were ready to try.
“Dumbification is the dumbing down of one’s intelligence. As a kink it would be making your partner seem “dumber” than they actually are.” Ari explained the next kink to you. That one you could have known yourself, you realized after hearing his definition.
“Isn’t that weird? Like come on, would you like it?” You questioned him and he got silent on the other end, “Oh! Don’t tell me you are! Ari you like to be called dumb?”
“No, Jellybean, I like to talk my partner down not myself...,” “like degrading but softer?” “you telling me you don’t know dumbification but degrading?”
“I- Well yeah but only because I uh, like it’s not my kink but I heard about it in- no at- no.” You stammered trying to find the right words. Ari on the other hand couldn’t hold back his laughter for once.
“Okay got it, next one idiot. I’ll give you a few right ahead. Brat taming, innocence, and manhandling.”
Ari sigh heavily as he heard about your next kinks you needed a definition of. “Remind me again why you couldn’t just google?” “What if an FBI is searching through my history? Besides I trust you.”
The confession that you trusted him caused a spark to erupt in his stomach, but you were his friend, so this was normal right?
“Fine, brat taming is within the BDSM culture, a brat tamer is a dominant who disciplines a naughty or disobedient submissive partner (also called a brat). This is a way for the dominant to regain power over the submissive if the submissive is not participating accordingly.”
Suddenly it was like a light went on above your head, Ari called you a brat a hundred of times when you were ‘misbehaving’. However, that didn’t mean he had a brat taming kink, though it did kinda turn you on thinking about it…no, no! You shouldn’t think about Ari that way.
“Innocence it’s like when your partner doesn’t know anything about sex or how to release themselves, their partner and so the other partner gets off on showing them. However, it could also apply on some certain things like kinks.”
“Lastly, manhandling is often bound with a size kink but basically it’s to physically dominate someone roughly and forcefully.” His explanation sounded appealing to you. You always had a little fantasy about having rough sex, but all the guys were being vanilla.
“Ari…how do I know what I like? I haven’t had sex like this before and while this all sounds interesting how do I know I actually like it?” You asked nervously.
He wished he could be by your side right now. Physically and not over the phone.
When he first started experience his sexuality he was alone wondering and questioning everything that came his way. Sometimes it was like no one wanted to tell him something and he decided to research on porn sites – which probably wasn’t the best idea, but it helped him get some skills.
But you didn’t have to go through that process, you had him after all and he could already be help to you which made him happy. Still, he wanted to help you more however the offer he could make you would sound absurd.
Ari takes a deep breath and a sip from his beer to build up a bit more confidence.
“If you want, I can help you find out. I mean we will probably sleep together anyway so why not try it out before? I would come over, show you what you want, and we can make some rules so you’re completely comfortable.”
You listened careful to Ari’s words it wasn’t a stupid idea however you weren’t sure if you should accept his offer. You trusted Ari fully meaning this wouldn’t be a problem, but he was also your friend…what if that destroyed your friendship? Though that wouldn’t matter because sooner or later you’d sleep with him anyway because of the production.
You wondered how much he was willing to try with you, “what would we do?”
Ari was taken back a little that you didn’t deny the idea immediately, “everything you want, sure if I wouldn’t like it then I probably won’t do it.”
Everything you wanted? There were a few thing besides the kinks you would try that no other had ever done with you, and you respected that Ari set a path to his boundaries.
“I could make you a list and send it over, that way you know what you know what you wanna do and what not.” You offered Ari as you grabbed you pen again to write down a few things for if Ari agreed to your proposition.
There really were a few things you never did or more like never had done to you. Sometimes college boys just weren’t as great as they were made to be and to be honest you were kinda embarrassed not having that much experience at 23 years.
When you had sex with boys, they thrusted their cocks inside you until they come and then as for foreplay it was mostly you sucking their cocks, they only rubbed your pussy as if they tried to warm their hands also, they never hit your g-spot or found the clit.
“I will send you a picture of the list right away,” you told him and snapped a pic of your list which included; size kink, dumbification, brat taming, manhandling, oral for the female partner and some more.
Ari on the other line was processing everything that happened in the last forty-five minutes. First, he explained to you kinks where some of them applied to him, too. Then, while explaining and hearing how you reacted, he got a little bit horny which he shouldn’t, you were one of his best friends after all. Lastly, he drunk enough to offer you something stupid but maybe also helpful and you accept that idea.
A second later, he got a notification that you sent him a picture. Reading through your list, he couldn’t believe no one had ever given you oral. Well, that was about to change.
“I’m okay with everything...if you want, we can start tomorrow evening or next week, give you time to prepare?” Ari muttered he didn’t want to put too much pressure on you. Although you told him you were okay with the idea, he knew you good enough to know that you would later lay in bed rethinking the whole conversation.
“We could start tomorrow,” you wanted to start as a early as possible – you might overthink that later tonight but it felt right at the moment.
“Then I will come over 8 tomorrow,” Ari trailed off to give a chance to change your mind. “8 it is, see you tomorrow!” With that you quickly hung up and released your breath which you unknowingly held.
Suddenly everything that happened crashed down on you. Falling back against the cushions of the couch you realised what Ari offered you which may could have been a bad idea. He was your friend after all, friends shouldn’t do things like that together.
Then yet again they also probably shouldn’t do porn together but here you are.
What if Ari didn’t like seeing you naked? What if he thought you were bad at sex or didn’t find you attractive? He had to find you attractive to do something like this though because if you didn’t find someone attractive you would never do it.
Wait did you find him attractive? Okay, stupid question Ari is hot and if he wasn’t your friend for so long you would have fucked him already.
However, it also takes a lot of courage to ask someone like Ari out. Women would probably kill for being in the same position as you.
You thought further down the future and realised another thing, you would also sleep with Andy and probably Lloyd. Huh, but a threesome with Andy and Ari as well as something with Lloyd? There could be worse.
You furrowed your brows. How much did you have to drink? Never would you have imagined that you would sit here on your couch thinking about sleeping with your friends. Before this incident you’ve never thought about your friends like this.
Thinking it was the best time to go to sleep you walked to your bedroom. You changed into an old shirt and took a sleeping pill. They were always a good choice when your mind wouldn’t keep quiet.
The next day you wouldn’t see Ari until your schedule meeting.
Friday was always a Lloyd and you day, while you two didn’t study the same your classes were the same. Lloyd always talked like a waterfall and yes that could be annoying, but you enjoyed it in a way.
The man talked in between classes, occasionally in the classes, over lunch and on the way to your apartment.
All of the other people at Harvard either hated Lloyd or were scared of him and that was boosting his ego immensely also a reason why he only had a few friends though Andy, Ari, and you were his closest.
Throughout the day Lloyd was talking your ear off on the new election for the President of the United States coming up. It was the most important topic in his politic class right now, well it should be as he was studying politics. His favourite part was complaining about Mitt Romney.
As the day came to an end your meeting with Ari came closer and closer. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat on your couch staring at the clock hanging on your wall while you fiddled with your fingers.
A knock on your door caused you to jump a little before racing to the door. Opening the door with a smile, “Hi,” you whispered as you met his ocean blue eyes, “Hey,” he copied.
You didn’t know why this was so awkward, you met plenty of times. Okay in the past you meet ups weren’t to have sex.
“Shall we talk about what you want to do today?” Ari came right down to business, nothing unusual. “Yeah, sure, of course. Where do you wanna do it?” The brunette took up on your nervousness and stepped inside putting an arm on your waist, “jellybean if you don’t want this then you can tell me….”
“Yes, Ari I do. I don’t want to be the only one not knowing anything and how can I give Andy that list when I don’t even know what I like,” you looked down not being able to meet his eyes.
Shaking his head, he moved his hand from your waist to your chin gently lifting your head.
“Jellybean, you don’t know nothing. You know things and it’s not a bad thing to have little experience, you’re only 23. No one said you had to, it’s normal.” Ari gave you comfort in ways no one else did, you felt save with him.
Wrapping your arms around his torso, “the only thing I ever did was suck dick, although someone did finger me…kind of, he rubbed it and well I think the longest time a guy lasted was three minutes,” you pressed your cheek against his chest.
Ari appreciated that you opened up to him, it was an important part in the future that awaited the both of you.
“Just know that whatever we’re about to do will be completely consensual and you can tell me everything, set your boundaries and I will do the same.” You nodded at Ari’s word, “then let’s do this,” you squeezed him before leading him to your bedroom.
With a cracked smile Ari followed you, he was just as nervous as you but tried to not let you catch on it.
“What do you want to start with?” “Uh, I don’t know maybe foreplay?” A sinister glint crossed Ari’s eyes, something you’ve never seen before but it made a tingle erupt in your stomache.
Ari pushed you down on the bed, his hands roaming down your body. “You wearing that pretty little dress for me? Wanted to be ready for me, like a good little girl.” He pushed the dress over your hips revealing your red lace panties, Ari’s mouth began to water at the sight of you.
His hand gently trailed up your thighs causing a shiver to run down your body. Pressing light kisses against your flesh which until he was eye to eye with your pussy.
One of his hands stroked over your clothed cunt, a shaky breath escaped your lips. Ari pulled your panties down and let out a groan when he saw your glistening cunt. “Look atcha already wet for me…,” his fingers dipped inside your hole, slowly he made his way deep into your spongy walls.
You squeezed your eyes together in a desperate call for more. Ari’s rough, thick finger felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. Rolling your hips slightly up you catched his attention and he gave you a smirk.
“What is it jellybean, do you need more? Aw but I gotta stretch you, look at how tight you already are for me with just one finger…imagine how hard it’s going to be getting my fat cock inside you.”
Ari was the devil in disguise, never had you imagined such filthy words from his mouth but what you didn’t know at this point was that he would get a lot filthier.
He slowly pulled his finger out and added another provoking you to press your walls together around them. A strained moan flew from your lips as Ari curled his fingers inside you.
“Let’s see what other sounds you can make jellybean,” he said before leaning his head down, his tongue darting out to your clit. “Fuck!” You cursed as he hit your bundle of nerves and curled his fingers at the same time. Never had you felt such a bliss before.
“Shh, good girls don’t swear do they?” You tried nodding your head at Ari’s question because you knew you wouldn’t be able to form a logical sentence.
A light slap against you thigh made you look down to Ari, “what, does a little fingering and my tongue make you already stupid? When I ask you a question you answerd it, jellybean this is all for you. Everything I do is for you, and I need your voice, I need you to speak can you do that for me?”
Taking a deep yet again shaky breath you opened your mouth, “ye…yes I c…can.” Ari gave you a proud smile, “good girl, but no you’re not a good girl….” That’s what he wanted, you missed his first question.
“No…th...ey don…don’t.” Ari’s other hand cupped your face, so big your head almost looked small.
With a satisfied grin Ari leaned back down, his fingers went back to curling inside you hitting a soft, sensitive spot over and over again while his tongue devoured your clit.
A tight bundle formed in your stomach that you knew all too well. Ari had realised how close you were as you squeezed your eyes shut and started to breath more unsteady with high-pitched moans coming from you everytime he hit a certain spot.
Lifting his head once again but keeping his fingers moving, he towered over you. Ari couldn’t wait to see how you looked coming on his fingers and tongue.
“Go on, come for me. Be my good girl again and come for me, let everyone know who makes you feel this good,” he said in a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.
The bundle snapped and you released a pornographic moan as your orgasm hit you.
“Ari, Ari, my god, Ari...that,” you panted as you cake down from your high. “I take it you like foreplay and praise?” He asked with a cocky grin. Reaching up you chained your arms around his neck, “I want more! Ari this was the best orgasm I ever had I want to try something else!” You felt pure excitement.
The man towering over you was taken back by your enthusiasm. He didn’t want to hurt you but he also couldn’t say no to you.
“What do you want to try Jellybean?” “Size, you’re so big, please do the size kink with me. Please, will you do it with me?” You whined almost pathetically. If Ari’s cock wasn’t already hard the moment, he started pleasuring you he definitely was now.
“Fine but don’t be mad at me that you’re sore tomorrow.” He stated and retreated to his full size standing up to unbuckle his belt.
“You’re gonna uh go right in there?” you mumbled causing Ari to chuckle at your big eyes. “Jellybean my cock is too big for me to just go in that tight little cunt.” Pulling down his trousers and boxers his cock sprang free, the tip hitting his lower stomach.
My god is he big and thick you thought. He was the biggest you ever had.
His shirt followed suit revealing his perfectly toned chest, sculptured like a god and god if you didn’t wanna run your hand over his chest....
Kneeling down Ari was again eye to eye with your juicy cunt. His two fingers entered you, sliding right in, “fuck jellybean, my fat cock could just slide right in there couldn’t it? So, fucking wet and that all for me.”
“All for you Ari,” you said in a strained voice as Ari finger editing you in a slow pace. It was tortures, it gave you pleasure but not enough to satisfy you.
A whine from you caused Ari to look up at you with a teasing smile, “jellybean I know you want more but we gotta prepare you or are you too dumb to understand it? Do I have to repeat myself again?”
Right, you remembered he said something like this, but it was all a little foggy. However, you never really believed things like this because why shouldn’t it fit? If a woman could press a baby out of her womb, then she could surely fit a cock. How wrong you were.
“No, Ari you don’t,” you quickly said as he almost stopped his movements. Then he lifted his upper body above you.
His hand retreated from your leaking cunt in response you bucked your hips up in hopes to get some kind of fraction. Ari made a ‘tsk’ sound and held your pelvis down easily. The hand which had fingered you prior now fisted his cock.
“Think you can fit my thick cock inside your little pussy? Think you can take my big cock like the good little girl you are?” Nodding desperatly you wanted nothing more than him.
Ari pumped himself before lining himself up with your entrance, barley having the mushroom formed head inside you let out a moan followed by a breathless ‘oh god’. Ari continued slowly pushing in until he couldn’t.
“Oh, my Ari…see that wasn’t so hard. I can adjust perfectly to you…,” you told him with a dreamy smile feeling full.
Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “little jellybean, I’m only halfway in and you’re squeezing me so tight that I can’t move.” Your eyes widened at the information, head shooting up you bumped against Ari’s causing you both to groan at the sting. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” “it’s fine jellybean.”
“Are you sure you’re, okay?” you asked again though it might have hurt you more than him. Ari cracked a laugh and cupped your head in his giant hand.
“Yeah, don’t worry I’m,” he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, he always did. Praising you when you passed a test with almost no mistakes, saying how good your cooking was or how proud he was you at least tried to cook.
It didn’t matter what you did, Ari always found a way to compliment and praise you.
“I hope it won’t bruise...,” “jellybean it was only a bump don’t worry you pretty little head. How about we get back to this,” as the word left his mouth, he rolled his hips against yours. A loud wanton moan broke from you lips as he pushed more of his cock inside you.
“God, you’re so tight jellybean. Still sure you can fit me?” you weren’t able to answer him as you were still adjusting to his size. “My fingers barley fit how do you expect my cock to fit?” Why was he like this now of all times.
He wasn’t moving at all but you needed him to. “Ari, I swear to god if you don’t fucking move, I’m going to do it myself!”
That was it. That’s what Ari was waiting for. You were everything but patient and if it didn’t go immediately like you wanted then you would turn into a brat. Well now you could also dip into a bit of brat taming.
Closing his hand around your throat he pushed himself inside you completely. Your eyes widened and a loud scream ripped through the room.
“You want to take me? Well then take it. You wanna act up like this then so be it but don’t say I didn’t warn you...or is your little brain ready to fucked out from my big cock filling this little pussy up so well?”
You were at a loss of words, your brain filled with nothing but the feeling of being stuffed by his cock. Ari was right the only thing in your brain left was his cock. The tip of his head hit the soft spot that pulled a sound from you, you thought you weren’t capable of, a high pitched, needy moan.
Ari picked up his pace, he went crazy over the way your walls squeezed him. You fitted him like a glove.
“Squeeze me, come on! Let me feel the way you squeeze my cock.” Your hands reached up into his hair for support gripping the roots tightly. Doing as told Air rutted into you like an Alpha in heat.
The tight knot in your stomach began forming again, Ari felt you pressing him tighter and realised how close you were. “Come.” That one word worked like magic.
You came, pulling on his hair again ripping a load groan from him in the process. Only seconds later Ari emptied his seed inside you, painting your walls white. You didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good the feeling of fullness.
Ari sank down your chest, that was when he realised you were still wearing the dress. “Didn’t even get the chance to rip it off.” He muttered.
With a chuckle you stroked through his hair, “you better not its one of my favourites!” With a smile Ari closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as a comfortable silence fell over the both of you.
“So, this was a size kink?” You question after a while combing through his hair. “It was a light dip into it, not the full thing. We also did a tiny teeny bit of brat taming.” This was only a litter size kink? You were already exhausted after this, but you did have foreplay but then you also need foreplay but what of you mixed it with other kinks.
“I liked it,” was the only thing you said as you closed your eyes, “let’s do it again.” This being the last thing you said before sleep overcome you.
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"Today, students, we are learning about--" The professor huffs, not merely because the size of his womb prevents his lungs from fully expanding, although it certainly made things ironic. "--The reproductive system." He looks out across the auditorium, the scores of students in attendance, and scattered throughout are the five responsible for his current condition. And each of them is wearing a smug expression. He tries not to give them any overdue attention; he already looked overdue as it was. His belly jutted out in front of him like an exercise ball, comparable in both sides and shape, though thankfully he was able to afford custom garments tailored to his... unique dimensions. It wasn't just his belly that was obscenely large; his entire body had changed to match, to support this incredible pregnancy. He wasn't slim to begin with, months and months ago when he took those five students on, but the rest of his curves were proportional to his belly. Thick and powerful thighs were needed to lug this boulder of a baby bump around; tremendous hips that made traditional doorways a challenge each and every time; and not to ignore the elephant in the room, his breasts had swollen to ludicrous proportions, each larger than a typical third-trimester belly. A great deal of his salary was now sacrificed to his wardrobe, in need of constant updates so to continue covering his flesh so not to risk indecently. Even so, the buttons of his vest--which could only hope to contain his breasts at this point--were straining mightily. He feared that they might pop if he moved too quickly or even breathed too deeply... which, as previously established, was a challenge. Mustering all the strength in his arms, he placed his hands underneath the base of his belly and with a great show of effort, hefted the gravid orb as best he could, before waddling over to his desk to give his aching legs a break. He really thought that he could stand for at least a minute before breaking, but that was getting harder every time... so hard in fact, that he didn't make it all the way to his chair before he had to plop his belly onto the desk for a quick breather. His ample chest heaved with every breath. "Apologies, I just need a second to catch my breath," he said into his microphone, then to try and lighten the mood, he cracked a joke at his own expense, "Who better to teach you this lesson today than an expert?" There was a low chuckle throughout the room that quickly died down, because really who could stomach watching a man struggling like this? He could name all five of them. He cursed under his breath, that day of weakness oh so many months ago, when he offered those same students--the lost performing in his class--a bump to their grades. And now he was the one sporting a bump. A ridiculously huge one. According to the last ultrasound, each of them had placed at least one fetus inside him, but he was much, much bigger than quints would suggest. He speculated they'd all taken fertility drugs ahead of time, something new and unknown to the market. Which made him a guinea pig. Wiping the sweat from his brow, instead of trying to lift his belly again, he merely pivoted around the desk before falling back in his seat, causing his whole belly to jostle. That upset the children, and he was immediately assaulted with a battery of angry kicks and punches, forceful enough to stretch his clothes. The professor, quite unintentionally, moaned directly into the microphone as the brood inside him protested their treatment. Some of the students shied away, cringing, turning to their phones to distract themselves from the vulgar sight... But five amid the crowd watched more keenly, practically on the edges of their seats, as they watched their children squirm inside the haughty professor--the professor they had given a master class to, on the finer points of human reproduction. Needless to say, they had enjoyed perfect grades for months~
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