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synopsis: so she tells him not to cry over the injustice of a life cut too short for at the end of all this, sheâll only be a dream.
pairing: ex-husband!toji fushiguro x terminally ill wife!reader | song inspo: soon youâll get better, cancer
warnings: heavy angst, terminal illness (primary bone cancer, stroke and MS), mentions of divorce/past infidelity, allegories to cheating, major character death. please read at your own risk. | a/n: this was so heavy for me to write, i started writing at 2 in the morning, and itâs 6:34 now.
word count. 3k~
âWhy canât you do anything right?â
Toji should have noticed, he laments as he takes a sip of his cognac. He should have sensed that something was wrong sooner, maybe that way, he wouldnât be begging to borrow some more time to make things right. Your fingers were trembling that day â the first time you ever ruined his morning coffee â your hands shaking uncontrollably as you washed the mug with a sorrowful look on your face, your eyes glossy with the tears you were desperately trying to hold back.
He shouldnât have been so harsh, he realizes that now. Breakfast had been burnt to a crisp and ruined, sure, but nothing could compare to how he constantly ruins the one beautiful thing that has ever happened to him, who haphazardly spilled her smoothie on him when they first bumped into each other in Shinjuku just after he finally cashed in enough money with Shiu to get his laundry done.
Toji, whose senses have now been honed to pick up on the slightest of your sluggish movements and your pained and suppressed hisses, hears the bedsheets rustling and he instantly gets up before you could even force yourself out of bed. âHey, hey, easy now.â He catches you before you could fall backwards onto the mattress, your skin appears cold and clammy, your thinning muscles stiff as a board â you must be having one of your episodes again. âWhat do you need?â he asks, his voice heartbreakingly gentle for the first time in months.
âWater.â
Your husband nods, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, hurriedly making his way to the dining table which was now kept in your bedroom so you arenât forced to move around too much. The sound of water splashing into the glass fills the air and you feel another stabbing pain coarse through your joints.
Toji gingerly brings the glass of water to your lips and you sighed, an exasperated yet amused smile on your face. âI can do it, babe. Donât worry.â Why did that sound like you were trying to convince not just Toji but yourself? You bring your bony hands to grip the glass and it takes everything out of your husband not to break into a fit of sobs when he sees your hand violently shaking with effort just to keep the glass steady.
His larger hands close around your defeated one. âI-IâŚI can do it, I did it yesterday. Y-you saw me.â
âShhh, I know, itâs okay.â
You bite your lip to distract yourself from the anguish of realizing the truth behind the doctorâs words. Everything you feared was finally becoming your and Tojiâs bleak reality.
âItâll be a painful decline.â
Funny how youâre the one fighting to extend your life but Toji feels like heâs already gone ahead and passed on. Just a few minutes earlier, you were overjoyed to see him again. You didnât think heâd see your text thinking that his new girlfriend must have asked him to block your number, and you most certainly didnât expect him to arrive when you asked for him via a brief phone call to drive you to the hospital for your monthly checkup since he took the car with him when you separated. He made up a bullshit excuse when Yuko asked where he was going in such a hurry and he makes it to your old shared apartment to see you sitting on the driveway looking thinner and sicklier than ever â your eyes were sunken, and your cheeks were hollow.
Yet in spite of that, you gave him the brightest of smiles, waving shyly to him as he steps out of the driverâs seat. âHappy morning!â you smiled, greeting him with your signature good morning tagline which he used to happily wake up to everyday. There wasnât a scintilla of resentfulness in your demeanor, and you genuinely looked so happy to see him for the first time since he moved out.
âHow long?â Toji asked the doctor, his heart twisted into knots when he hears you happily humming in the MRI room as you put your clothes back on, oblivious to the solemn mood in the other room. You already knew what was going on, but youâll just continue pretending that everythingâs alright and that this is nothing more but a case of fatigue so as not to inconvenience Toji.
âA year, maybe even less.â
âAndâŚyouâre saying itâs best if she simplyâŚdoesnât get the treatment?â
The doctor sighs heavily. Sheâs seen many cases like this before, but none as utterly hopeless as yours. Even if you did start the treatment, the lesions in your spinal cord have already entered the most severe stage, you were already exhibiting signs of autonomic nervous system distress â the tremors, the uncontrollable stuttering of your words, the growing loss of balance â and as if that wasnât enough, the doctor also discovers that you were suffering from primary osteosarcoma.
There was no way to cure you now that itâs too late.
âI suggest we just focus on keeping her comfortable. The only thing left for us to do now is to bring her home. Iâm so sorry.â
âYouâre so fucking embarrassing. I canât bring you anywhere.â
By some miracle, you and Toji went out one night around four months before the divorce proceedings. He went home that day, exhausted beyond all belief from another mission, but he was in a good mood. Yuko was out working late tonight, so, he decides to take you out to your and his favorite izakaya for some yakitori.
Some time during the night, after downing three full bottles of sake together, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. âIâll be right back,â you told Toji, tipsily kissing him on the cheek as you hop off the bar stool in the direction of the womenâs room.
You couldnât tell if you were staggering from the copious amounts of alcohol you ingested, but your legs were beginning to feel heavy, and for some ominous reason, you were slowly losing all sensation in your left leg. You try to hold onto one of the izakayaâs shĹji panel decor pieces to regain your balance, but it was a futile effort in the end. Your knees suddenly buckle, and a sickening crack tears through your tibia as you fall to the ground.
âAre you alright?!â
Toji picks up on the commotion instantly and he sees the izakaya patrons crowding around the hallway leading to the restroom. He quickly makes his way over and a look of disgust appears on his features when he sees you crumpled on the ground and the mortifying sight of you having relieved yourself on the floor, tears of embarrassment staining your cheeks at the thought of your body suddenly malfunctioning like this.
Muttering out an ignorant apology for his seemingly drunk wife, he roughly picks you up, growing increasingly infuriated with you when one izakaya employee offers him a damp cloth to dry out your urine with. It was funny how quickly other people came to your aid â people whose names you donât even know â while your own husband seems very reluctant to even touch you right now. He doesnât speak to you on the way home even as you apologize while heâs loading you into the car, grimacing when the leather seat gets wet. âToji, I-Iâm sorry, I donât know what happenedââ
ââSave it.â
What he should have said was: âAre you okay?â, âItâs alright.â or better yet, âI still love you.â.
At present, Toji decides on a whim to take you to Yokohamaâs famed bayside today. Itâs only a two hour drive from your place in Tokyo and Toji figures you must miss going on road trips by now with you cooped up at home all the time. âToji, are you sure this is a good idea?â you murmured nervously as the car pulls to a stop by the bayside promenade. What happens if you canât control yourself again? There doesnât look to be a lot of public restrooms nearby.
Toji plants a reassuring kiss to your nose. âBabe, you remember what the doctor said, spending some time outdoors can do wonders for your health. Besides, didnât you always love the coast?â He brings your hand to his scarred lips, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin before stepping out of the car to retrieve your wheelchair from the trunk.
âI know but what if I have another accident?â you said worriedly, rolling down the car windows so he could hear you. âWhat if I embarrass you again?â
âThereâs nothing embarrassing about you.â
Youâve lost all control of your lower extremities three months ago, rendering you unable to walk and feel when you need to relieve yourself. Toji struggles with the wheelchair for a bit and a flash of sadness fills your heart when you see him take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He wasnât angry, he was devastated. He looks wistfully at the boardwalk, a distant gaze trained on the sea. He remembers when you used to walk down this very lane, his hand protectively around your waist as you happily take selfies. He could still hear your fond giggles the last time the two of you went here.
âWhy donât you ever smile when I take pictures of you?â
Toji shoos away a pigeon from stealing a bite of his ice cream sandwich. He feigns an unamused look when you try to take another picture of him on your phone.
âCome on, Iâve been trying to get a shot of you all day! You still have to take pictures of me so I can post it on my Instagram feed!â
Your ever moody husband pinches off a small piece of bread and feeds it to the nosy pigeon. âYou and your precious feed,â he bemoans jokingly.
âPlease? Just one picture!â you playfully nudged him. Truthfully, you just wanted to see him smile for once, a genuine one and not one of those lopsided smirks he usually gives you when heâs teasing you. âPlease?â you pout knowing he can never say no to that adorable face you make when you really want him to do something or worse, buy something for you.
Sighing, he turns to look at your phoneâs camera lens and you blush when a smile slowly illuminates his usually stoic face. Your thumb hovers over the stop recording function, not realizing youâre taking a video, but you canât seem to press it. âWhatâs taking so long?â he holds the smile like heâs some cartoon character and you snap out of it.
âOh shoot, itâs a video!â you laughed, and you begin to run down the boardwalk, eagerly getting away from Toji who demands that you delete it immediately. Of course, youâre no match for his borderline inhuman speed attributed to his athletic physique and he catches you by the waist, playfully swinging you over his shoulder like youâre a sack of potatoes.
Now, your giggles have gone silent.
Toji realizes now he should have indulged you more over the course of your relationship and subsequent marriage. Had he known that you wonât even make it to your third wedding anniversary, he would have allowed you to take as many pictures and videos of him as youâd like, heâd swallow his pride and heâd give you the brightest of smiles so you could happily post him on your social media accounts with a heartwarming caption about him being your âsmiley hubbyâ.
More than that though, he should have taken more photos of you, mostly stolen candid shots, of course. You canât catch him being all soft on you now. He still has a reputation to live up to after all. But more than that, had he known that your illness was intent on stealing every scrap of you from him, he should have made more effort in preserving all these memories. He should have kept everything from those toll tickets on your late night drives together when the two of you just needed a quick escape from the world, to receipts from your trip to Tokyo Disney Sea on your first wedding anniversary, and even simple convenience store receipts.
Toji should have kept everything down to the smallest of memories knowing one day, thatâs all heâll have to remember you by.
He opens the passenger seatâs door and he effortlessly gathers you into his arms, being extra careful with your fragile form as he sits you down on the wheelchair. He opens the backseat and he pulls out two different colored blankets, one sea-foam green and the other, rose pink. âTake your pick,â he smiles at you and you chuckled softly, pointing to the rose pink one. He happily covers your legs with it to keep you warm, stroking your cheek when you whisper a bashful âthank youâ.
Suddenly, the wind picks up and your hair-clip thatâs holding your locks in a low bun comes loose, and your head turns in the direction of where it flew off to. Toji is quick to take out his phone and he snaps a quick burst shot of you, your hair blowing in the wind, under the coastal spring weather. You turn to look at him and your face falls when you see him burying his phone in his pocket. Since you fell ill, youâve become insecure of your appearance, banning your husband from taking pictures and videos of you altogether. âToji, I thought I said no pictures.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
The next day, you serendipitously find your photo on your Instagram handle with the caption: âY/N â Yokohama, Spring, 2024â and when you swipe left, another picture, well to be more accurate, a screenshot of the video clip you accidentally took of him captioned: âToji â Yokohama, Summer, 2022â.
âYou donât have to stick around for me. Please just go, Iâm sure Yuko must be looking for you right now.â
Yuko, his new fiancĂŠ, had been blowing up his phone the entire day with texts demanding to know where he is and if heâs going to make it to their date that night. Itâs 7 PM now, and Toji still hasnât shown up to confirm their restaurant reservations. The damn witch will surely cuss him out when they see each other again, but for some reason, even if he tries, he simply cannot bring himself to give a flying fuck. Your immunologist and oncologist stepped out for a bit to allow you two a brief moment of privacy which had now stretched to an expanse of five hours since your results came in.
The air in the room is thick and heavy, not a single sound can be heard. Inside however, underneath this tough exterior he was projecting, Toji is throwing a fit, screaming at the sky like those broken men in those shitty Netflix romance tragedies he used to callously make fun of.
âWhy didnât you call me sooner? You knew, didnât you?â
Tojiâs bites his cheek trying to keep a lid on his emotions. He knows the answer. He just wants to hear you say it out loud. You hated him. You wanted nothing to do with him after he cheated on you with some girl he met at a bar in uptown Shibuya. Thatâs why you didnât tell him, he didnât deserve to know. âShit,â he whispers harshly, crumpling the medical abstract in his hands. âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick? Was it because you hated me? Is that it? You didnât think Iâd worry about you?â
You screwed your eyes shut, shaking your head. You didnât hate him, not even when you have every reason to. He abandoned you, left you to waste away and to die and yet, even now, you canât bring yourself to resent him for the simple reason that he is the literal love of your life, the reason behind your smiles, your happy mornings and passionate midnight hours. âAt first, I thought I was fine, maybe just fatigued or something.â
âDonât lie. You knew something was going on and that something in your body was seriously fucked up.â
âAnd we werenât married anymore so, I didnât think it was right to tell youâŚI wanted to though, but I didnât want to intrude on you and Yuko,â you said meekly. Even in your greatest hour of need, you were still thinking of him, putting him first even when he doesnât deserve it. âI-IâŚI donât hate you enough to worry you, to make you feel that you could have done something to prevent this. Because Iâm telling you right now, regardless if you were faithful or not, I was bound to get sick anyway. You couldnât have done anything to change that.â
âBut I could have been there. I should have noticed. I shouldnât have downplayed everything.â He says this as if he wants to shake this noble, self-sacrificing bullshit attitude out of your system. âIâm your husband. I should have been there.â
You flash him a heartbroken smile at his little slip-up, so, even now, he was still referring to himself as your husband, not your ex-husband. âTo see me waste away? Babe, I donât want you to see that.â
You begin to feel tears streaming down your face, the emotions you were experiencing now flowing like a free river after an entire dam is destroyed. Toji watches you unravel before his eyes and his bottom lip begins to tremble. What has he done? Dear god, what has he done to his poor, poor wife?
âI want you to remember me healthy, I want you to remember me as myself not thisâŚsickly pitiful woman youâre unlucky to call your ex-wifeâŚbesides, after all this, Iâll only be a dream.â A mere passing second in his life. âAnd believe me, my life wasnât so bad.â
He loses it at that.
âJust stop this, Y/N! Stop acting like youâre not scared shitless of dying, like youâre not gonna have regrets once all this is over! Stop pretending that things are gonna be alright one day because it wonât! Not when Iâm now being forced to accept that you wonât get better, not when Iâve wasted so much time putting you through hell and back instead of taking care of you like a proper husband should, and certainly not when Iâm suddenly supposed to learn to say goodbye and to live without you! Because fuck that, Y/N!â
You are left speechless at that.
Toji was never one to lose his cool, even during your worst arguments, he may slide a few snarky remarks here and there but Toji FushiguroâŚnever yells, and he doesnât sob either.
You hesitantly stand up and walk over to him, crouching down in front of him as he covers his tear-stained eyes with his right hand while the other is crumpled around your medical abstract. Taking his left hand, you gently remove the medical abstract from his grip, and for the first time in so many months, you feel one anotherâs warm skin against each other. You press your forehead to his hand as you wept with him.
âIâm sorry.â
âI donât want you to be a dream. I want you to be real.â
âCanât you be bothered to clean up in here?!â
You wake up from your nap, youâve been battling muscle and joint pain the entire day, the slightest of movement causing you to double over in agony and because of that, you werenât able to clean the apartment today. You slowly get up from the couch, being extra cautious not to make any sudden movements. âWell?â Toji presses, his lips curled into a scowl.
âIâm sorry, I was feeling a little tired,â you sighed heavily, picking up a broom to sweep the living room floor despite the excruciating pain you were in. Toji rolls his eyes, handing you a Manila envelope. âWhatâs this?â you asked softly, peering inside.
âDivorce papers,â he shrugs nonchalantly. Everything stops, even the very rise and fall of your chest halts into an uneasy stasis. âI already signed them. I just need your signature then, Iâll move out by tomorrow.â
You must be dreaming. Thatâs the only logical explanation to all this. Youâre asleep, in a deep REM sleep, utterly oblivious to the world. This wasnât happening. But you could feel the rough surface of the brown envelope, and you could still feel the agonizing stabs of white hot pain throughout your body. Glancing at Toji, you see him texting someone with an eager look on his face that screams: âIâm free.â.
Instantly, it dawns on you.
âWill she make you happy?â you asked, putting down the broom to look around for a pen but Toji pulls one he stole from the law firm office out of his pocket.
âShe will,â he answers simply.
And you are indeed grateful that he is completely upfront about finding another while the two of you are married. It would have hurt much more, you silently remind yourself, if he had just upped and left without another word leaving you to wonder what went wrong between the two of you. This was Tojiâs final act of mercy in your marriage, and heâs not opposed to honesty and truthfulness either. Not once did he try to change his phoneâs lock-screen passcode, nor did he try to conceal the identity of the woman who was texting him every night while you slept fitfully next to him. It was almost as if he wanted you to find out, like he wanted you to know so you could back off yourself.
But if thereâs one thing Toji loves about you, itâs your unending faithfulness to your promises, to your marriage vows, and your willingness to endure anything he threw at you. You never checked his phone, you never brought up his affair, you never got angry with him. You just kept silent, simply content with giving and givingâŚand giving while he milked you dry by taking, and taking and taking, tearing you to pieces bit by bit without hearing a single complaint fall from your lips.
You were a devoted wife, through and through.
And it bored the hell out of him, on top of your recent mishaps, he was done. Done with everything, and done with you.
âOkay.â
Come morning, he takes everything he owns with him and promptly proposes to the girl heâs been seeing for the past year. Two weeks later, your divorce is received by the Tokyo Family Court and is summarily approved and finalized. From that moment on, you and Toji went on your separate ways never to look back, you were each otherâs yesterdays, and the love that existed between the two of you was nullified in favor of acquaintanceshipâŚor so you thought.
âY/N, Iâm home!â Toji calls into the house as he comes back from your neighborhoodâs pharmacy. You look up from the book you were reading, smiling ever so slightly at your husband who seemed to have a wonderful sparkle in his eyes. âHey, kid,â he kisses the top of your head when he reaches your wheelchair.
âYou seem happy,â you remarked positively.
âWell, for one, they replenished their stocks today and I managed to get you your steroids and painkillers so youâll be able to sleep easy tonight,â Toji smiles, taking out the items from the pharmacyâs paper bag. âAnd I got you this neat memory foam cushion for your wheelchair.â He fluffs it up as a form of demonstration before placing it behind your back.
When he sees you smile, a sense of relief washes over Toji. You reach towards him, and he pulls you into an embrace. âThank you,â you said, pure sincerity dripping from your voice. âFor everything you do.â
âAnything for you.â He suddenly moves back and reaches into the tote bag you lended him. âOh, and wait, before I forget, I have another surprise.â
You laughed airily. âAnother surprise? Now, youâre just spoiling me!â
He pulls out a piece of paper from the tote bag and he places it in your hands as your eyes quickly scan over the document. Your breath hitches in your throat when you realize what it is. Did Toji reallyâ? You couldnât believe it. âA marriage pre-registration,â you said in awe. You read it again just in case to make sure that this wasnât a figment of your sick bodyâs imagination, that this was real, that Toji genuinely wants to make everything right again. Your fingers skim over your typewritten names. âIt has our namesâŚweâre reallyââ You canât even finish your sentence without bursting into happy tears. âAre weâ?â
Toji nods, gazing into your eyes, and as emerald and (E/C) clash for what seems to be an eternity lost in one another, he plants a kiss to your temple, coming up to embrace you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
âWe are. The Tokyo Family Court, as far as I know, will approve our remarriage once we file this. So, you have to get stronger, okay?â Heâs begging you at this point, despite your rapidly deteriorating condition. âStrong enough to see me fix everything. Strong enough to be there on our second wedding, strong enough to say our vows again.â
Your hand comes up to stroke his cheek from behind, and he nuzzles into your neck at your tender touch.
âI will. I promise.â
But you never really get to say your vows. Not comprehensibly anyway.
âBabe, can you say that again?â
Toji crouches by your bedside as you look at him apologetically. You were causing him trouble and pain again which is the last thing that you want to give him especially whenâs fought and worked so hard to care for you, to keep prolonging this borrowed time youâre on. âTo-ji. Toji.â You gaze at him apprehensibly, not really believing you can do it without crumbling.
âCome on, babe, you can do it. Say my name, pleaseâŚToji. Iâm Toji.â
âToooji-â you slurred sadly. At this point, your Multiple Sclerosis has reached its end stage and has takenâŚeverything from you: your ability to walk, your ability to control your muscle spasms and other bodily functionsâŚand now, coupled with an unexpected stroke, your ability to speak. And you and Toji know that time is almost up, with you having come to accept it, while your husband still held onto hope. Your fingers gently graze over his face as best as your spasms and tremors allow you, starting from his forehead to his eyes, his nose, his cheek and finally, his lips, as if youâre memorizing it one last time. âLo-ove you-â
Toji sniffles, and your fingers instinctively catch his warm tears. âI love you,â he whispers brokenly. âI do. I love you.â
You feel yourself tearing up as youâre forced to watch your beloved cry. And the worst part? You canât do a thing about it. âD-oonât c-cryââm okaay. Promi-miiseâŚeâeveryything âill be okaaay.â
âY-yeah,â he chuckles, trying to crack a joke even as hope dwindles. âYouâve been nothing but a fucking champ this entire time, you know? Iâm so proud of you. SoâŚsoâŚproud that youâre still here.â He strokes your hair as you tread between the realms of the conscious and the unconscious. âDo you wanna go out today? The weatherâs shit though. Youâll probably catch your death out there.â At the mention of the word âdeathâ, Toji stops, falling into an uncomfortable silence.
You smile weakly at him. âTiireddââ
âYouâre no fun,â Toji gently flicks your nose and you scrunch it up in displeasure. âSorry,â he chuckles, holding back an entire waterfall of tears. He knows itâs today. It has to be. You woke up today without your usual âhappy morningâ greeting, and you refused to drink anything, much less eat anything. âYou tired? Any pain?â
You shake your head. Youâre as comfortable as you can be for the first time in months. Hospice nurses say humans are built to live the same way they are built to die, no person in this world has ever had the uncanny privilege of being able to look up âHow to die?â on a quick Google search and actually find a Wikihow on the morbid subject matter, nor is there anyone else who can teach another how itâs done. Itâs just something humans know how to do without a manual, deeply ingrained in the very fabric of human existence is the fear of death, the fear of what comes after, the fear of a nothingness that could follow after living such a vibrant life. Your life was short, barely spanning thirty years, but you lived well: you fell in love, you got hurt, but you fell together again. Now it all has to come to an end, Toji will just have to take care of the rest.
And you werenât scared.
Or at least you canât look scared, if you were to be more accurate, you have to look strong and ready to accept the cards youâve been dealt with for Tojiâs sake. When he feels your hand start to slacken, Toji intakes a sharp, shaky breath of sheer panic. âNot yet, Y/N. Please. Not yet.â
He climbs into bed with you, bringing you closer to this desperate man you call yours. There was no getting better anymore, there was no miracle he could hang onto, no deity he could beg for death to spare you, no pill bottle he could pray to. He knew that from the start. But what he witnessed these past months, youâve been the braver one between the two of you, you knew how to make the most of the rhythm this cruel world gave you and you graciously took him along to dance to the last song of the evening with you.
âThereâs still hope. Just keep your eyes open. Just keep them open.â He presses his lips to your forehead, his delusion getting the better of him. âWeâll just keep tryingâŚyou canât leave. You have to stay. You have to.â
âThaank yoouââ you softly told your Toji, your voice shrinking in decibels as you become a little drowsy, sinking into the warmth of the requiem of a life well spent.
Toji listens to you, his lips pursed, intent on making this final act of love â a love that is strong enough to say goodbye â a memorable one. And should the afterlife exist, he wishes to send you off with a smile, with the reassurance that heâll be alright even if that was far from happening.
âToji.â
âI want you to be real. And I donât care if weâll live on borrowed time. Another extra second with youâŚis enough to last me my entire lifetime.â
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Monday - Izukusâ Alone Time..
heyyy ahaaa what the flip guys itâs been a while and yes Iâm back and Iâll try not to leave!! Idk I sleep a lot so I just donât be doin shit. ANYWAYSSS onto the warnings girlypopss
(Warning(s): Vulgar language, Smut- Duh. Fem aligned, Sleepy Sex. Tired Izu. Kind of somno if you go up your ass and around the corner but thatâs just what I heard
You can find Sunday here! Enjoy!
Izuku is energetic. Thatâs no secret, always so eager to overdo it and prove himself. That can take a toll on anyone, overdoing it that much. Especially on a Monday of all days.
Sometimes youâd see him walking through the door, exhausted, sweat covering him like it belonged there. Maybe it did.
His eyes usually so wide in the morning, worn and half lidded with little energy, yet every drop of accomplishment by sundown. The warm mixed colors giving them a shine that just makes them seem brighter.
You really could relate to him, after Shotou and Katsuki ran you dry the other day, you didnât look nearly as bad as Izuku after a particularly long training day, but you sure felt like it, just a little more happy about it. Youâd jump at a chance to do it again.
Not to say izuku didnât enjoy the time he spent getting stronger to protect those he loves, to protect you and the others.
It was his lifestyle and he loved every bit of the life he was lucky enough to live.
So to say he was more pent up than usual with this new sudden change of training schedule, would be an understatement.
He kept his eyes on the screen. The only source of light being the soft glow it gave off onto his own view. Well, he tried to keep his eyes open and on the screen, but it really was difficult. A warm shower will do that to you.
The couch sinking pulled his head from sleep, turning his attention and what was left of it- to the person.
To you. Oh, warm you. You who were so sweet as to usher him from the door, and treat his wounds with what little first aid you knew. Which wasnât much, but it did help. Honest. Sure saved his ass a visit and a scolding from Recovery Girl.
âIzuku? You can sleep yâknow? I can see your eyes closing..â
So perceptive. Though it didnât take a genius to figure that out. He just looked at you. Just looking. And leaning.
Leaning?
Izuku couldnât help scooching closer to your warmth. He was a little more awake now, but he was still so sluggish. Wrapping his body around you with everything he had, which was much more than you were expecting. Falling onto you with little grace.
He keeps his head in the crook of your neck, his lips moving against it, but not quite doing anything. A kiss here, just barely there. A ghost of his warm breath. He was tired- really, but he wouldnât pass you up.
His hands wandering and searching everywhere you let him. Tugging that down, moving this to the side. Pushing this up. Opening his mouth and laying it on whatever he could.
He took particular interest in your breasts, pushing your shirt up and sliding his tongue on them, closing his lips around them.
Closing his eyes and indulging in whatever he could take. Your moans and keens were perfect, they were going to put him to sleep, really. He needed more.
He pulled off you, holding himself up suddenly.
âmâsorry baby.. izuâs sorry.. âk doll? Heâs sorryâ
Pushing you legs apart with his own, he puts his chest to yours, laying down with a huff of relaxation. Kept mumbling various âmâsorryâs and how âizuâs so tired.â
Though he seems pretty eager in the way he fished his cock out of his plaid pants and pushed your panties wherever they wouldnât be in the way. He terrible of him, doing this so late at night! He must be thinking that.
His mumbling is still on, but basically unintelligible as he whines and pushes himself in. Thrusting shallowly into you.
The couchesâ leather crunches underneath you both as his thrusts meet full. Still just as slow.
His whole body basically covering you. deliberately, you think. And he canât shut up for the life of him, his mumbling mixed with his moans and pleas that you hear mixed in make your pussy tighten.
His cock hits deep and drags right back out. His sleep worn state slugging his motions.
âP..please, fuckâŚ- please. Please. Mâsorry, jâs so tired baby..â
He whined out every word. Izuku may say heâs sorry, but he knows damn well he isnât.
He knows.
âZuâs gonna make it- fuck..! Make it.. all up.. to you.â
Just rambling and mumbling and whines mixed with drool and drowsiness.
Heâs just so tired. And he wants you.
You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the movement of his hips becoming snappy. Jerky and even more uncoordinated. Whining and heaving about how heâs gonna cum.
âGonna cum. G-! Ah..! Gonna.. c-uh!â
His hips stutter as string, after rope, of too warm seed slips from his tip. He whines as he empties himself into you. So needy he is, heâs always so whiney when heâs tired. More greedy. Even someone like him can be greedy. So cute.
With no grace and all exhaustion, he drops himself. All of his weight and mass onto you. Without warning, making you huff at the impact. He doesnât bother to pull out.
You look down at him, his head in your neck. His forest of dark green hair right in your face.
âYâfeel better?â
A question the barely conscious Izu canât answer. Well, sorta.
âMm..â it was all he could offer.
Good enough.
(Ahaaa hey bbg donât steal my stuffsss ofc u can reblog coochie cakes)
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âa day with your favorite person on earth leads you to a fancy hotel for one weekend.. where you finally give yourself to your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.
content: college au, fluff, biker gojo, nerdy fem! reader, rich boy gojo (he spoils you bad bad), loving gojo, popular boy shy girl trope, smut, virginity loss, gentle sex, pussy eating, a lot of praise, petnames, reassurance
Friday, marked the calendar on your phone. You stood outside your house swaying lightly on your feet as you waited for your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He refused to let you get to school any other way.
You were clad in a simple white sweater and a black skirt, which blew up at the gust of wind created from your boyfriendâs speeding bike. You smiled, fixing your glasses on your face before giving him a pretty smile.
The tall man getting off with a grin on his face. Shaking his hair back into place as he took off his black helmet. Gojo walked towards you to embrace you in a tight hug, his hands around your waist lifting you off of the ground making you giggle. âHi baby.â
Gojo placed a short kiss to your lips, âHello princess,â his eyes filled with adoration as he walked you to his bike with his hand still on your waist. Putting on the helmet he made you choose out before helping you onto the seat. âHold on tight.â
You always enjoyed morning rides like this. The cool wind on your skin as Gojo maneuvered through countless vehicles. Always making sure to not go too fast for your sake.
Your hands rested on his abs from behind, your vision being blocked by his back which you didnât mind one bit. Gojo turned to ensure that you were alright, something he did every morning. And although you kept telling him that you were fine, he insisted on keeping himself reassured.
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, your smile still on your face even as you approached campus. Your boyfriend quick to park in the spot that everyone knew belonged to him.
Girls gawked as Gojo removed his helmet, once again fixing the white fluff of hair on his head before he was getting off the bike. Helping you do the same and removing your helmet for you, pushing your glasses further up your face since they had began falling. âGod youâre so beautiful.â Gojo breathed.
And your heart beat sped up as you looked down shyly. Compliments.. you still werenât very used to those. Gojoâs fingers found their way under your chin to lift your head up, âYouâre really cute when youâre flustered you know that?â
He intertwined his fingers into yours, âPlus, thereâs no need to be shy around me princess.â
You could feel eyes burning into you as you walked with Gojo, burying your body into his side at all the stares. âAre they ever not gonna stare..â you mumbled, looking up at him as he looked down at you. âTheyâre just jealous my love, donât worry.â
You nodded, lips pulled into a tight line at the girls sending dirty looks your way. This was university for goodness sakes.. were they ever going to grow up. Noticing your discomfort, Gojo scowled in the direction of the girls, âThe fuck are you looking at?â Watching as their eyes widened before scrambling off.
It was no secret that your boyfriend was popular, every teacher and every student knew his name. He was kind, a little mean and protective when it came to you, but he really was kind to everybody.
You however, you were just a girl who was non existent until you started dating Gojo. How did you two start dating? No one could phantom it.
â
Sitting on one of the bleachers, you were deep in a book. Your lunch sitting uneaten next to as you scanned through the words on each page. It was a romance, which you usually didnât read but this one was just.. interesting.
Losing track of the time, your eyes widened when you saw that you were minutes late to your lecture. Hurriedly scrambling up your belongings and making your way inside.
You internally cringed when you pushed open the double doors to your class. All heads turning to look at you while your professor simply ushered you to take a seat. He knew you were never late, so he was very understanding.
Taking a random seat, you were quick to pull out your books and highlighters to take notes. Concentratedly jotting down important points and details, using your middle finger to sit your black framed glasses higher onto the bridge of your nose.
âMind sending me a picture of those later today? I forgot my materials at home.â a familiar face smiled innocently, his bag hidden near his feet as he waited for an answer.
Gojo Satoru. A name that you obviously knew. He was extremely handsome up close, and his cologne smelt great. And he.. was talking to you? You tried your hardest to act neutral when you focused your attention onto him. âOh, uh sure. No problem.â
âGreat, let me put my number in your phone so you can text it to me yeah?â
You nodded, handing him the device and watching as he typed his number in. Saving it as Satoru. With a heart.
He finished just in time for the lecture to end. Slinging his bag over his shoulder with a wink, âThanks princess.â
Ever since that interaction the only thing on Gojoâs mind was you. He began texting you for every little thing and talking to you every day. You guys became somewhat of friends.
Then he was holding your hands all day, saying that they were so much smaller and softer than his. Or wrapping his hand around your waist when you two walked. He told his friend Suguru about you, and though at the time you did not know the other male who attended a different school, youâd assumed he was a pretty great person.
Whispers started to float around the school about your relationship. None of which Gojo ever shut down despite knowing he had the ability to.
You and Gojo made it official after he took you on multiple dates disguised as hangouts. And you couldnât even deny it, you had already started to fall for him by then. So when he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him with his hands on your waist. You melted. That was your first kiss, and it was perfect.
There should not have been a difference in Gojoâs behavior considering he treated you like his girlfriend from the get go. But he somehow proved that statement wrong. He was the best thing anyone could ever ask for. And he was most certainly the best thing that happened to you.
He got you used to early morning and late night bike rides. To the point where you began to love them just as much. You two were polar opposites, but he made it work.
One thing you never got used to, were the never ending stares and whispers directed your way. Even though Gojo was always there to put the person or people in their place.
You loved Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru loved you.
â
The day went by very quickly, you snd Gojo did not share any classes. But you spent every minute in between together. Especially since you both had only morning classes.
Gojo smiled as you two walked towards each other. Happy that he would be able to spend the rest of the day together. Until..
âHi Satoru!â she smiled sweetly, purposely blocking his movements when he tried to walk past. You bit your lips as you watched the scene, not finding it in you to tell her off.
Gojo sighed in annoyance, âWhat the fuck do you want.â his voice was stern, she had been bothering him for over a year now, and it only got worse when he started dating you.
She tilted her head, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. âOh you know.. just wanted to say that if you ever got tired of that ugly slut of a nerd iâll be rightââ
Her high pitched voice was cut off by Gojo holding her roughly by her neck. Something that was way out of character for him. He was just so sick and fucking tired of people talking about you like you werenât a person. His person.
Backing her roughly into the lockers, Gojo voice was low and aggressive, âIf you ever fucking talk about my girl like that again, i swear iâll fucking-â
âGojo..â you called out, the manâs eyes softening when he caught sight of you. âItâs fine, letâs just go.. please?â
Gojo nodded, giving the girl another dirty look, âI'd pick her over your ass any day.â Letting go of her and walking in your direction. The girl glaring at you before she stomped away.
Gojoâs hand was in yours once more, your head on his side as you two made your way out of the building. Gojo sighed, âIâm sorry love, got a little pissed off there.â
You smiled, âNo, donât be. Iâm.. iâm glad you care so much.â
âOf course i care, youâre my girl and i love you.â
Your heart fluttered, âI love you too.â And you truly meant it.
Gojo got onto his bike after helping you on, both your helmets on your heads with your hands around his waist. Making sure you were secured before taking off. Except it was in the completely opposite direction from your house.
âBaby, where are we going?â you asked curiously.
Gojo only grinned cheekily, âYouâll see.â
You trusted him. Enjoying the ride to wherever he was bringing you. Watching as day turned into night from the long ride.
Your eyes widened when Gojo pulled over at some fancy hotel. His smile never faltering as he got off.
âAnnnnnd weâre here.â he spoke, looking intently at your reaction.
âBaby why are we here?â you questioned curiously, still marveling over the beautiful tall structure.
âGiving you a weekend off of school, of course. Gotta take your mind away from all that work somehow.â
You were speechless, âSatoru, you really didnât have to.â Gojoâs hands grabbed your face softly, tears welling in your eyes at the him going this far for you. Especially when one night alone was almost 400 dollars.
âHey, look at me. Iâm more than happy to do this for you.â He reassured, pressing his lips softly onto yours before chuckling, âPlus, when life gives you this much money, spend it on the person you love the most.â
âB-but i donât have any clothes,â
âIâm taking you shopping tomorrow.â
Gojo lead you through the grand doors of the building, giving his keys to the valet on his way in. Making your way to front desk, you glanced nervously around you. Everything was white and gold, and you gelt so out of place with the clothes you had on.
âSatoru Gojo.â Your boyfriend nodded to the receptionist who smiled knowingly when she handed him the keys. âEnjoy.â
You waited in anticipation for Gojo to open the door. Your jaw dropping when you took sight of the rose petals making a walkway to the roomâs bed. Which had the words âI love youâ in a heart spelt out from petals.
There were rose scented candles near the bed, but what really caught your attention was the mini backyard the room seemed to have. âSatoru.. you didnât.â
He hummed, âOh yes i did,â leading you outside to a large blanket set up. Candles surrounding it with roses scattered all over. A small picnic basket and a bottle of wine in the center as the moonlight shone down of the most beautiful gift you had ever received.
You wanted to burst into tears. It was so perfect, turning to Gojo with a trembling lip before embracing him in a tight hug. âI donât even know what to s-say.. itâs so beautiful. I-â you sniffled, âwords cannot even begin to express how happy i feel right now. I love it. And i love you even more.â
Gojo smiled, wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb. âAnything for you love. Anything.â
After freshening up, you wore your boyfriendâs oversized sweater, giggling softly when he extended a hand. âJoin me for dinner mâ lady?â
âIâd be delighted to.â
You sat next to each other on the wide blanket. Gojo opening the basket to reveal all your favorite foods and deserts. Your eyes practically sparkling under your lenses at the countless options.
You both dug in not long after, laughing with each other as Gojo messily attempted to feed you a slice of cheesecake. The cherry sauce staining the tip of your nose, and you yelped when Gojo licked it off.
It was amazing, you felt at peace. Especially as you two finished eating, each drinking a glass of wine before laying together. Watching the stars with satisfied hearts as you cuddled into your boyfriend. His arm around you as he held you almost on top his chest. Your legs tangled with his long ones as you matched your breaths to his.
Gojo couldnât help it when your scent alone started to drive him crazy. The feeling of you on him, your skin on his. It was getting to him.
You could feel his cock growing hard underneath you, poking at your flesh making you heat up. Unsure of what to do, you ended up shifting on top of him. The man letting out a groan before holding you still. âMight not wanna move like that love.â
You playing with his shirt as you contemplated what to say next. You were a virgin, but.. you were ready to give it away, to him.
âSatoru.. I um.. I want.. I want you to f-fuck me.â You stuttered out. And Gojoâs eyes widened at the way you worded it. Fuck, huh? You wanted him to fuck you.
âLove, donât think that you have to do this because you can feel me hard.â he started, âitâll go away soon, you donât have to worry.â
You shook your head stubbornly. âNo, I.. I want it, want to do it with you tonight. Please.â
Gojo swallowed hard, his boner straining painfully in his pants. âAre you sure princess?â
âMhm, iâm ready.â
Gojo smiled, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before he was gently turning you onto your back. The stars seemingly only shining down on you in that moment. âYouâre so perfect.â he whispered, his eyes stuck on yours as he peeled the sweater off your body.
Finally breaking eye contact to kiss down your neck and onto your chest. Allowing his tongue to swirl around your pert nipple before kissing his way down your stomach. âWhole bodyâs so perfect.â he spoke against your skin. And you whimpered when he pulled your panties off. âFucking beautiful.â
Gojo kissed down the smooth skin, kissing your clit which made you shiver, his tongue licking a teasing stripe on the small bud. Gojo continued his way down, kissing both your folds before his tongue made contact with your wetness. He groaned. âYou taste so sweet love.â
Your breathing sled up before he could even start anything. Bringing himself up and stripping out of his own clothes. The moon shining onto his back as he hovered over you. His blue eyes bright and beautiful while lining up with your hole.
âYou sure about this princess?â
You whined, âJust do it.â
Gojo chuckled, taking your hand in his before slowly pushing into you inch by inch. âItâs gonna sting a little,â he said right before you winced, feeling your tightness stretching to accommodate his girth. âThatâs it.. there we go.. good girl.â Gojo soothed.
You let out a moan, a pleasurable sensation raking through your body when his cock grazed something inside of you. Gojo smirked when he got all of his length in you, your pussy tight on his stilled cock. âTell me when to move okay?â
You wasted no time, wanting that amazing sensation back. âYou can move.â
Gojo abided, slowly easing you into the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you. Your lips parting in loud mewls when he gained speed.
âO-oh Satoru, f-feels good.â
Gojo grinned, his pace gaining more speed with each passing second. Rolling his hips into yours until you were moaning uncontrollably. Feeling your boyfriendâs cock fucking into that same spot before making its way deeper.
Your hands reached up for your boyfriendâs hair. Tugging lightly at white strands with short whimpers which matched his thrusts.
Gojo grunted, âYou like that?â
You nodded with a shaky cry, your stomach pooling with heat as your body was rocked back and forth. âAhhâ Satoru.â you mewled, Gojoâs mouth latching onto your breasts with a groan, sucking and licking at one while his hand squeezed the other.
Gojo began kissing up your neck. Littering your skin with small love bites as he made his way to your chin. Kissing your cheeks, your forehead, then finally your lips. Capturing all your cute noises while his hand moved down to your clit.
Your back arched with a cry when Gojo began rubbing small circles. Your toes curling with your moans becoming high pitched loud.
âNnhgâ haahâ so g-ood,â you breathed, your eyes closing as your body began to tremble. An unfamiliar coil feeling ready to snap.
âLook at me when you cum.â Gojo husked, watching as you look up at him through your lashes. Your hips arching into his hand before you were involuntarily shaking. Your pussy clenching down on him with a short scream.
âThere you go beautiful, let it all out.â he cooed, your pretty pussy gushing messily onto him
âNnghâ feels weird,â you mewled, your legs threatening to close around your boyfriend.
âJust let it happen, itâs gonna feel great. I promise.â
You took Gojoâs word, allowing the newfound feeling to wash over your body before your eyes rolled back, squirting harshly onto Gojoâs cock and thighs.
Gojo could feel his ego swell, âI made you squirt princess. My first time in you and i made you squirt.â he boasted, a lazy smile gracing his features as his thrusts got sloppy. Your moans never ceasing as he got closer to his release.
Gojo groaned, âHmmâ i love you so much. Love so you fucking much.â Burying his head in your neck as his abs tensed, quickly pulling out of you to spill onto your stomach. Your chest rising and falling in soft pants as you both came down from your highs.
You smiled shyly, âThat was amazing.â
Gojo tilted his head, âWas it now?â Pressing a kiss to your lips, âIâm glad.â
Gojo took you back inside, running you a bath before settling in the tub with you in between his legs. His chin on your shoulder as he let you relax while he cleaned you up.
The weekend went great. He took you shopping, you ate a delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner. Visited the many pools and buffets. And had sex. Twice. It was better than anything you could ask for. And you wouldnât give it up for the world.
No school, no âfriendsâ, no bothers, no worries. Just you and Satoru. Exactly how it will always be.
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âHEY, HEY, YOU, YOU, I DONâT LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!â
âNO WAY, NO WAY, I THINK YOU NEED A NEW ONE!â
â SYNOPSIS: gojoâs stupid, stuck up bitch of a girlfriend has been ruining your very platonic friendship with him. he could do so much better⌠luckily for you, you get a chance to claim him back!!
â WARNINGS: afab! reader, porn with plot, dubcon to consensual, cheating (u r the homewrecker) + over the phone, voyeurism at the end (everyoneâs toxic in this lmfao), squirting, unprotected sex, just the tip, swearing, spanking, back scratching, kissing, creampie, general unholy things, 5k words
â AUTHORâS NOTE: DIES AND RUNS AWAY HELPPPPPP ME PLEASE MIGHT DELEYE LATER
you hate her. you hate her, you hate her, you hate her. who might you be talking about, exactly? gojo's... girlfriend.
ever since she entered his life, she's brought nothing but insecurity and tension. you seethe with resentment every time you see her, her presence a constant reminder of the barriers she's erected between you and satoru. she's like a thorn in your side, an unwelcome intruder in the bond you share with him.
and you've tried to tolerate her, you tell yourself, tried to give her a chance, but her snide remarks and controlling behavior only serve to fuel your distaste towards her. she's changed him, molded him into something lesser than what he once was, and it infuriates you to no end.
because of her, satoru's no longer permitted to late-night calls with you, she always has to be included in your hangouts, and even the innocent act of platonic cuddling has become taboo. all of it has been stripped away, replaced by her suffocating presence and incessant demands for attention. you hate her, loathe her for robbing you of the closeness you once shared with satoru, for injecting doubt and insecurity into the foundation of your friendship. she's trying to draw a line between you and him, but you refuse to accept it. she's bitchy, rude, and will never understand satoru the way you do. she's not right for him, you convince yourself.
he's not the same anymore. his smiles are strained, his laughter forced. exhaustion is etched into every line of his face, yet they remain together, and it infuriates you to no end. despite your best efforts to suppress it, the bitterness festers beneath the surface, poisoning your interactions with satoru and tainting his perception of your friendship. she's infected him, told him that you, the victim, were actively trying to seduce him. do platonic friendships just not exist anymore? and what's worse, he believed her over you. you can't help but resent her for coming between you and the person you care about most in the world.
but today is different. today feels like a stolen moment, a precious respite from the suffocating presence of satoru's possessive girlfriend. a sleepover with him, just the two of you alone. you had to lie, of course, that this would be a group hangout with shoko and geto, but then again, it's not the biggest of deals. after all, he was your best friend first, and then her boyfriend. that's the order of priorities things should be, right?
you relish the freedom of being able to spend time alone with him, unencumbered by her constant need for attention and validation. it's a rare opportunity to reconnect with the friend you've missed so dearly. despite the facade of innocence you wear, there's an undercurrent of anticipation coursing through you, a thrill at the prospect of having him all to yourself for the first time in what feels like ages. you can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the deception, but it's quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming desire to savor every moment with him.
after all, he's your best friend, and you'll do whatever it takes to protect your bond, even if it means bending the truth just a little.
as you slip into your chosen attire, (booty shorts and a see-through tank top), a sense of anticipation courses through you. this is your chance to reclaim some semblance of the closeness you once shared with satoru, free from the prying eyes and judgmental glances of his overbearing girlfriend. you're determined to make the most of this opportunity, to bask in his undivided attention without any unwarranted interference. the fabric clings to your curves in all the right places, eliciting a satisfied smirk as you catch your reflection in the mirror.
you know the effect it'll have on him, how his eyes will light up when he sees you, how his gaze will linger just a little longer than usual. you push aside any lingering doubts or guilt, reminding yourself that he's your best friend, and there's nothing inherently wrong with wanting to look good for him.
you feel a surge of confidence wash over you, bolstered by the knowledge that you finally have him all to yourself. no more tiptoeing around his girlfriend's insecurities, no more censoring your words or actions to avoid setting her off. today is about you and satoru, reconnecting on a level that's been sorely lacking in recent months. your gaze flickers to the door of your apartment, anticipation bubbling within you. with deliberate care, you spritz your favorite perfume, relishing in its familiar scent.
as the door rings, and in the peephole you see a head of white hair, you run a hand through your own hair, ensuring every strand falls just right. opening the door, a wide smile graces your face.
"satoru!!" you exclaim, darting into his embrace, your body pressing against his. you've forgone wearing a bra today; those straps always annoyed you, you reason to yourself. not because you're trying to evoke a reaction, mind you. he notices, awkwardly patting your back while keeping a slight distance. you loathe itâ the awkwardness that's settled between you two, all thanks to her. the old satoru wouldn't have batted an eye.
"hey, y/n," he greets, his tone lacking the endearments he once showered you with. not angel, or sweetheart, but y/n. it's almost like an insult. you fight the urge to dig your nails into your palms. confusion clouds his expression. "where's shoko? and geto? and everybody else?" he asks, scanning the empty apartment.
"oh... something came up, and they had to cancel,"
you fib, a pout forming on your lips. "but it's not weird that it's just us, right?" you tilt your head innocently, hoping he'll believe it. after all, he could never say no to you, could he? you catch the subtle flicker in his eyes as they dart towards the door, but to your relief, he nods slowly.
"...yeah. guess it could just be you and me," he agrees, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation. your heart flutters, and you flash him a radiant smile, your big doe eyes sparkling with anticipation as you gently tug him into your apartment. it's a familiar sceneâthe two of you alone togetherâbut it's been so long that it feels almost nostalgic.
he groans softly as he kicks off his shoes, placing them right beside your heels, before sinking into the welcoming embrace of your couch. the soft cushion envelopes him as he lets out a contented sigh, a small smile playing on his lips. you fight the urge to climb into his arms like you used to, knowing all too well the reinforced "boundaries" he's imposed between you.
but it's okay, you tell yourself, because deep down, you know it's not himâit's his girlfriend who's pulling the strings, dictating his every move. she doesn't want him to be near you, because she's jealous of the relationship you have.
but today, she's nowhere to be found to intervene. so you decide to test the waters, just a bit. taking a seat on the couch right next to him, your side pressing against his, you observe his reaction. he doesn't make any move to shift away. good.
"wanna watch a movie?" you suggest, reaching for the remote control. with a nod, his gaze shifts from you to the screen as you pretend to randomly select a channel. of course, this was all planned beforehand, though not in a weird wayâ simply because you know him better than anyone else. his favorite horror movie pops up, and his eyes widen with interest as he stares at the screen in front of him.
while his attention is on the tv, yours is focused on him. snuggling up against his arm, you smile softly, feeling a rush of familiarity and warmth. you've missed this, missed him, and you're utterly determined to ensure that your bond remains strong, regardless of any external factors. as the horror movie plays out, you clutch his arm tighter, pretending to be scared at the brutal murder scenes as you bury yourself in his arm. he cocks his head, a soft smile on his lips as he ruffles your hair, slinking his arm around your shoulder.
"you're such a baby, y'know that?" he teases, his laughter filling the room as you frown up at him playfully. but deep down, you're elated, reveling in the closeness you share with him.
"'m not, 'toru!" you huff, sticking your tongue out at him in mock defiance. and for a moment, everything seems normal again, just you and him against the world. but it seems like suddenly he remembers he shouldn't encroach on any of his own boundaries, subtly pulling his arm back. huh? he's doing it again. it's annoying, how much he seems to be determined to be loyal, when the only person he should be loyal to is you. after all, who was there for him after every breakup? who was there when everybody else let him down? you. yet he's treating you like.... ...some stranger, like you're the problem, and you won't let it slide.
determined not to let the moment slip away, you decide to take it to the next level. grabbing the remote, you press pause right at the climax, his favourite part, eliciting an annoyed whine from him.
"what theâhey!" he protests, attempting to snatch the remote back. you giggle, shuffling back against the couch as he tries to snatch it from your hands. your back is pressed against the handrest of the couch, flailing around as you let out stifled giggles as he tickles your sides. you yelp as he pins you down across the couch, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips as he manages to snatch it from your grasp.
his limbs sprawl on top of yours, his knee just between your thighs, and his breath hitches, realizing how intimate the situation is becoming. the tv remote drops out of his hands, clattering on the floor, yet none of you reach down to pick it up. your eyes are boring into his, you can feel his hot breath on your face, his lips mere inches away from yours. and you can't resist the urge to close the distance, to see if he feels the same way. but his eyes widen, and he pulls back the slightest, just before your plush lips can touch his own.
"...we shouldn't be doing this..." he mumbles, trying to climb off of you. however, you refuse to let it end there, not when you're so close. your legs cages around his, pulling him back on top of you.
"do what?" you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes sweetly. "we're just having fun... right?" your nails caress his cheek, and he has to bite back a moan as you push your wet crotch against his knee, eliciting a strangled hiss from him. you've been acting so strangely ever since he introduced his girlfriend to you. normally, you'd never be so bold.
"...this isn't right," he mutters, as you blink up at him pleadingly. your hands trail down to his chin, cupping it gently. "she'll never find out... just one kiss, please?" you plead, your heart pounding with anticipation. and despite his morals, he finds himself folding fast, unable to resist the pull of your shared desires.
it's just you... right? his best friend. and... his girlfriend wouldn't know if nobody told her.
he struggles to convince himself it's not really cheating, rationalizing that you initiated it and he's just... letting you. your tongue slides into his parted mouth, and he releases a soft sigh of relief, surrendering to the moment. you teeth clash in a hungry, desperate kiss, each trying to consume the other entirely. it's a messy, tangled exchange, filled with raw desire as you straddle his lap, pulling him closer with a fervent urgency.
his hands grip your thighs, fingers kneading into the flesh of your ass, igniting a fiery sensation that courses through your body. the whole situation is undeniably fucked up, yet in the heat of the moment, neither of you can find it within yourselves to care. all that matters is that he's here, yielding to your advances, and you're determined to seize the opportunity.
with a swift motion, you peel off your shirt, revealing a perky pair of breasts that bounce enticingly as you discard your shorts, leaving you clad in nothing but anticipation. he finds himself staring; your cunt is sopping wet, staining the fabric of his pants.
trailing kisses down his neck, your hands hastily work to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chiseled abs to your eager gaze. his chest rises and falls rapidly, a testament to the intensity of the moment. pressing your crotch against his growing bulge, you tease him mercilessly, eliciting a guttural groan from deep within his throat.
"f-fuck..." he manages to utter, his head thrown back in a mixture of pleasure and torment. unable to resist any longer, you unzip his pants with eager hands, stripping him out of his boxers in one fluid motion. his erection springs free, standing tall and proud, flushed a pretty pink in response to your ministrations. the tip glistens with precum, a tantalizing invitation that you can't resist.
leaning in, you give it a teasing kiss, reveling in the way it twitches in response to your touch. his restraint is slipping, evident in the way he bites his lip so hard it threatens to bleed, his face flushed with arousal. you rub your slick all over his dick, coating it with your substances, watching him squirm as you continue to hump his member. he's cute, so effortlessly cute... a fat glob of precum drips out of his leaking, flushed tip. you stop shaking your hips for a moment, placing his length just below the entrance of your pussy, less than half an inch before it's actually in.
"whaddya say, 'toru?" you purr, your voice laced with seduction. "just the tip?" the air crackles with tension as you await his response, anticipation hanging heavy between you, poised on the precipice of forbidden desire.
he wants to say no, truly he does. but is it really cheating if it's just the tip? the thought swirls in his mind, clouded by the intoxicating haze of desire that surrounds him. It's been far too long since someone touched him with such fervent need, since he felt wanted in such a primal, undeniable way. his girlfriend's constant accusations, her nagging doubts, they've left him feeling starved for affection, for connection. and you, with your relentless passion, your shameless desire, you're like a flame drawing him in, igniting a hunger he can't deny.
"yeah," he breathes out, his hands gripping your ass possessively, a gentle pat radiating a sense of approval. you revel in his submission, in the knowledge that he's yours, if only for this moment. you know he's been deprived, desperate for the touch of another, and you're determined to show him just how much better you are.
with a teasing smirk, you lower your hips, allowing his mushroomed tip to slide into your eager cunt. both of you gasp at the sensation, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. you're so sensitive, mewling at the mere contact of his head against your throbbing core. his brain fogs with pleasure, his cock twitching inside you as you roll your hips, riding the tip just as you promised. his tip, fat and fiery red is sucked into your folds oh so easily, throbbing and twitching cutely as your sweet cunt takes him so well. it brushes against your clit, sending a tingly feeling down your spine as you breathe out a mewl.
but it's not enough, not nearly enough. you want him all the way, every inch of him buried deep inside you, marking you as his. without warning, you brace yourself, sinking down on his cock, taking him in completely.
plunging his dick deep into your dripping pussy, a strangled mewl escapes your lips at the stretch, the burning sensation deliciously agonizing as you try to accommodate his size. he chokes back a guttural growl, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you clench around him, your tight heat enveloping him completely.
but he's too big, too thick, and you can't move your hips, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his presence inside you. you swear you could climax from the sheer penetration alone, your clit throbbing with an insatiable need to be touched.
"s-satoru?" you whimper, uncertainty laced in your voice as you seek reassurance. for a moment, there's no response, and you peel open one eye, only to squeal in shock when he roughly slaps your tit, his lust-filled gaze piercing into yours. any lingering guilt, any thoughts of his girlfriend, they're all but forgotten now, replaced by a primal urge that consumes you both.
"fuckin' slut..." he growls, his voice rough with desire as he pulls his cock out of your sopping wet cunt, leaving just the head nestled within you before snapping his hips up, driving his dick so forcefully you see stars. "clamping down on me like some whore, is that what you are?" he taunts, his words fueling the flames of your desire even further.
"ah~ just for you, 'toru..." you babble helplessly, your voice laced with need as you cling to him desperately, your nails leaving faint traces on his back. he bites down on your shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry from you as pleasure courses through your veins, every sensation heightened by the intensity of the moment.
he knows it's not fair to compare, but the contrast is undeniable. you're so much tighter, so much more eager, as if your sole purpose is to satisfy him, and him alone. your grip on him is relentless, squeezing him like a vice, threatening to cut off his circulation. yet, in some twisted way, it feels right, as if he's found his rightful place within you, nestled snugly where he belongs.
"i'm gonna fuck you dumb," he growls, he promises, his words dripping with lust as he drives his cock deep into your core, each thrust kissing your cervix with a ferocious intensity. you stifle a sob, your eyes rolling back as you take him in fully, burying your face in his chest. the way he's gripping your hips, bouncing you on his length has your mind blurry, all you can think of is him. he feels intoxicating, like a drug coursing through your veins, leaving you addicted and craving more. you doubt sex with anyone else will ever compare to this, to the raw passion you share with gojo.
his fingers find your clit, flicking it and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, causing you to buck your hips and sob out loud. you're a vision of ecstasy, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cling to him desperately, seeking validation in the midst of your pleasure.
"am i, hnngh~ better than her?" you manage to mumble between moans, your voice thick with desperation. you crave his affirmation, your need for validation driving you to new heights of arousal. you want proof that he prefers you, proof that you're his priority, proof that his girlfriend will always pale in comparison to you. his balls slap roughly against your ass as he pounds up into your womb ferally, one hand slapping your tits again with a loud thwack. at this rate, you'll burst any minute. he maintains his relentless pace, each thrust scraping against your walls in the most delicious way possible, molding your cunt to the shape of his dick, branding you as his own.
"haah, is that even a question?" he growls, his grip on your nipples tightening as your juices drip down his balls. "in every way." his words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a firestorm of pleasure within you. he's being honest too, your pussy lips are sucking him in deliciously, your nipples are so cute and sensitive, you look angelic on top of him. his favourite, you always were. you don't know how long he's been waiting to use you like his fleshlight. it's all too much, his praise feels so good, you can't hold it in any longer.
in response, you climax with a force that leaves you trembling, your essence coating his cock as you moan and writhe on top of him. you uncontrollably gush all over him, crying out in pleasure. he groans at the sensation, gathering some of your essence off his chest before offering it to you, his demand clear.
"suck," he orders, and you comply eagerly, lapping up the mixture of your combined juices with a hunger that borders on desperation. he pulls you into another sloppy kiss, his tongue dominating yours as you taste each other, saliva dripping down your chin as you break apart, panting for air.
"you're taking me so well," he coos, savoring every moment of your unraveling, your body yielding to his every thrust. the sight of you, utterly wrecked and undone for him alone, ignites a primal desire within him, fueling his relentless need to claim you completely. he revels in the subtle bulge his cock creates in your stomach, pressing down on it lightly. a whimper of embarrassment escapes you, only serving to further fuel his arousal.
your pussy, slick and inviting, grips him with an unquenchable hunger, driving him deeper into your cervix. each whimper and moan that escapes your lips sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, inflating his ego with every delicious sound of your surrender. despite his usual ability to prolong the moment, there's an urgency in his movements, a primal need to release and mark you as his own.
his thoughts turn increasingly perverse as he imagines you filled to the brim with his essence, your body overflowing with his hot, potent seed. the image fuels his lust, pushing him closer to the edge of control. your slick coating your inner thighs serves as a visual testament to the intensity of your shared passion, a physical manifestation of the ecstasy you both indulge in. sanity teeters on the edge as you both lose yourselves in the throes of carnal desire, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of pleasure.
his balls tighten, on the brink of releasing his hot load deep inside your eager womb, when suddenly, the intrusive sound of his phone interrupts the moment. with a muttered curse, he pauses his movements, his frustration evident as he glances at the caller id displaying 'lover' alongside a picture of him and that dumb blonde.
you roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing all too well how she always manages to ruin the most intimate moments. reluctantly, he answers the call, his tone strained as he attempts to maintain composure while continuing his thrusts. you stifle a moan as his cock pushes even deeper into your slick folds, one hand holding you in place while the other holds the phone to his ear.
"hey, baby... what's up?"
he manages, his voice strained with the effort of suppressing a growl, his hips still moving rhythmically against yours. her voice, as irritating as ever, filters through the speaker, laced with suspicion and annoyance.
"where are you?" she demands, her tone dripping with suspicion. "shoko said the group sleepover was cancelled, but you're still at y/n's house. what are you doing right now?" her interrogation sends a pang of annoyance through you, but you bite back any retort, reveling instead in the ring of your cream forming around the base of his cock.
"just watching a movie. i'll be back soon," he replies, his tone casual despite the tension in the room, his thrusts becoming a little too forceful as you muffle a quiet yelp. she falls silent, her suspicions clear. "what was that?" she presses, her tone growing more suspicious by the second.
"are you serious? that was just the movie," he retorts, frustration seeping into his voice as you clench down on him, urging him on. "again with this shit?" he groans, his irritation thinly veiling his true intentions. she's a bitch, an annoying skank who doesn't deserve satoru. but you do, because you're the one who makes him feel good. you're the one who actually cares.
that's why it's justified, why it's okay that you're fucking your best friend.
satoru winces as his girlfriend's shrill screams pierce through the phone, prompting him to pull it away from his ear and rub it gingerly. he responds by driving into you harder, his dick delving deeper into your dripping pussy.
"she's like, so whatever..." you moan, your voice filled with both pleasure and frustration as you bounce on his throbbing member, relishing in every inch of him. "you could do so much better... break up with her," you mewl, the urgency in your tone mirroring the intensity of your movements. for once, he actually considers it, swayed by the intoxicating allure of your words and the overwhelming desire you stir within him.
"you're not happy... i can do it better." you croon, your lips pressing against his neck as you urge him on. "it'll be so satisfying to see her reaction." your persuasive voice, like a seductive melody, resonates within him, compelling him to heed your advice. after all, you've always had a way of guiding him, of knowing what's best for him. you'd never purposefully lead him astray, would you?
with a nod, he relinquishes the phone to you, allowing his hand to roam freely over your waist as you take control of the conversation.
"hey..." you purr into the mic, your voice dripping with suggestive undertones, purposely provoking his girlfriend's anger. lewd squelches resonate within the mic. "what are you doing with my boyfriend?" she demands, her tone laced with indignation and betrayal.
"mmm~ just making him feel so much better than you ever could," you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips as you flip the camera on, revealing the debauched scene before her eyes. her shock is palpable as she witnesses your disheveled appearance, mascara streaking down your flushed cheeks, sweat glistening on your forehead, and drool cascading down your chin. your unrestrained moans and lewd gestures leave little to the imagination, igniting a firestorm of fury within her.
"fuck, gojo!!" you squeal, your voice echoing with unbridled desire as his relentless thrusts drive you to new heights of ecstasy. the camera captures every lewd detail, your drooling pussy on full display as his cock plunges deeper into your slick folds, each stroke pushing you closer to oblivion. your hole sucks his dick in, pussy lips milking every inch of him he offers.
"you're disgusting!!" his girlfriend's voice crackles with disdain, crumbling beneath the weight of betrayal and pure resentment. "i knew it from the beginning, i knew he was in love with you," she accuses, her words falling on deaf ears as you shamelessly clench around him, lost in the passion of the moment. satoru holds your waist firmly, using you like a fleshlight as he drives his cock into you with unrestrained abandon. his hips snap into yours with primal urgency, each thrust pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. your eyes roll to the back of your head, pink tongue lolling out sluttily.
"satoru... gonna cum!!!" you babble incoherently, your pleas fueling his own desire as he increases the tempo. "yeah, angel? gonna cream all over this cock again?" he groans, his voice thick with lust as he drives you both to the brink of release. "you think you deserve my cum?" he grunts, his words sending shivers down your spine as you cling to him desperately.
"please, 'toru, please, please, please..." you beg, your legs wrapping around him instinctively as the pleasure mounts to an unbearable peak. you both climax simultaneously, the intensity of your orgasms rippling through your bodies like an electric current. thick, hot spurts of his seed flood your womb, filling you to the brim as you convulse around him, your cries of pleasure mingling with his own guttural moans.
you see stars in your vision, crashing down into his arms as you whimper, clamping down on him. coming down from your highs, panting heavily, he withdraws from your throbbing cunt, his semen dripping out in thick globs, mingling with the remnants of your shared passion. your shared cum drips down onto the camera of his phone, his girlfriend cussing both of you out. as the phone call comes to an abrupt end, you collapse into his chest, breathing out heavily.
sloppily, your fingers wrap around his phone, licking his cum off of the camera. he enfolds you in his arms, his voice a gentle caress as he whispers softly, "you did so well for me, didn't you?" his lips press tenderly against your sweat-dampened forehead, and you melt into his embrace, feeling utterly spent yet entirely content. with a sense of satisfaction washing over you, you nuzzle into his cheek, savoring the warmth and security of his presence.
you've got him wrapped around your finger, he's finally all yours. a wave of smugness washes over you, a triumphant realization that he chose you over his now ex. and sure, you may have just lost a couple of friends, but it all pales in comparison to the fulfillment of being by his side. "love you, 'toru." you mumble softly, clinging onto him. a soft smile spreads on his face, stroking your back.
"love you too, angel."
Š SUNTORU 2022-2024. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.
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âsechsundachtzig . siebenundachtzig . achtundachtzig.â
youâre a sweet girl.
you know this. he knows this â everyone knows this. doesnât mean that he necessarily likes just how chasmal your warmth and comity goes, but, kĂśnig supposes he canât complain. he wonât complain. it was the very thing that drew him to you . . no, rather, wrenched him in to you. the sound of your laughter, a gentle, pleasant thing in which a cute snort, an eccentric titter counterbalances near the end of. itâs obvious that you may have gotten teased for it during your early years because itâs never overly loud, you snap your hand up to your nose and determinedly guard a pretty, gleeful gleam with your fingers before it can expel fully into the air, and kĂśnig will be honest, heâs not anything if heâs not an honest man, if thereâs anything that he loathes about you, itâs that . . only that.
heâs seen you giggle at fawning children, an aberrant one liner heâd retort underneath the tide of his breath, from your favorite movieâs dialogue â heâs never really seen you give that cute, quirky huff of a snort anywhere else however, until tonight.
the annual modern military association gala.
âtoo many people,â he grumbled into that warm twill of skin beneath your neck the night before â that area that smells most like you, unrefined of perfume and lotions scented of gilded iris and praline amber, but just you. âfuck no.â
you had given him a short whine and clutched tighter onto the index finger of his hand that laid directly upon the area of your womb with a small fist, âtheyâre decorating you though â youâre gettinâ three medals kooâ, yâgotta go.â
fuck the medals. ornate and encrusted with gold and silver, admired and respected for shoving a bk-1 claymore into the sweat ridden flesh of another soldier or bulling the barrel of 98k sniper rifle past their teeth until the slimy pads of their tongues got corded inside of the cable of their throat â kĂśnig likes to watch that split second of panic fill their eyes, gives him an refreshing kick of adrenaline, before his index finger is pulling back the trigger and making brains splatter against the canvas of a wall . . . a picasso of red and pink, no, a kĂśnig. made uniquely by him, for him, not anyone else.
getting a medal for doing so, sure, heâll take it, however, not in front of six hundred people. ridiculous.
but, heâs forced to â by you and the general.
heâs forced to stand beside you and hear the incredulous whispers of his colleaguesâ wives and friends ask if âthatâs him?â âis that really him?â
âheâs the one that . . â oh, oh wow.â
âjesus f. christ, why does he look like that?â
âyou donât talk to him, honey, right? do you?â
then thereâs you. sweet, precious you. you remain a step ahead of him at all times, his own, select, darling bodyguard. your head reaches his mid torso, the difference span of his fingers against yours racks up to about three inches, and youâd probably tip over with the weight of it if he were to let you hold one of his guns but, youâre cute. you squeal and clap, bouncing on the tip of your toes after his medals are collected, outstretching your arms for him until heâs there, blanketed, within your embrace.
you give him a small kiss, a treasured one, over the fabric of his veil and murmur that youâre proud of him, youâre happy for him. and really, fuck the medals, they donât compare to you. not by a long shot.
kĂśnigâs ready to go, and you see no point in staying after heâs gotten his praise, nevertheless, youâre stopped right before exiting through the doors.
by some fucking . . rookie â his name is something stupid. lars . . . lester . . laird. kĂśnig recognizes him sometimes on the field. heâs not bad, but heâs not good neither. the greens of his eyes twinkle when he looks at you. he congratulates kĂśnig, compliments his work, says something fairly funny because you give a giggle. kĂśnig notices it, but he doesnât think you do, laird seems to like that â your laugh, that is. because he quips something else and you giggle a little louder, give that precious snort near the tail of it. shrewdness frays the edges of his smile . . it begins to teeter the blurred line of flirtation and kĂśnig feels the familiar skip of his heart. it starts to hammer against the cage of his ribs, sends his mouth dampening with an influx of saliva.
ââbut iâm sure youâre used to it right? colonel here always gone, gets lonely, no?â
his inquiry makes you give a small hum. you genuinely seem to think about it. âsometimes. but i know heâll always be right back,â you lean back into him after answering. kĂśnigâs a pillar â a man carven of stone. to establish a boundary, a strong arm circles around your hip . . his forearm rests within the sink of your waist, drawing attention to the flowing silk of your evening gown. itâs pink and flowing with a thigh high slit and cowl neck. kĂśnig waits . . and he waits, until he sees it â the flicker.
with the weight of his arm, your dress obeys the laws of gravity and the neckline dips a little lower, flaunting off the crease that splits your plump tits into two.
laird asks another question and waits until you hum again and lift your eyes up towards the ceiling to ponder an answer before his own gale down to take a small peek.
kĂśnig thanks him â truly, he does. he gives him a reason to draw both his arms back. his left, the one holding you rotates behind himself so that youâre shielded behind the great expanse of his shoulders and to protect you from the few feeble splatters of blood that shoot out into the air and onto kĂśnigâs cloak after his right arm ricochets back forward with enough strength to rival a bullet bouncing off of steel. the sound of knuckles colliding with a nose bridge is loud â soft music is screeched to a halt, the entire venue goes silent.
with a quiet spout, âdummer hurensohn,â kĂśnig takes hold of your hand and steps from over lairdâs unconscious body, uncaring if a heavy boot knocks against the side of his head as he does so. your heels quickly pitpat after his strides, and weirdly, youâre quiet. you remain silent on the drive home, when you both step over the threshold, when you shower together, and as kĂśnig rubs an exfoliating sponge across the scope of your body. you donât speak and kĂśnig doesnât make you. he lowers himself up then down on the pull-up bar, muttering his count with each one. he sees you, seated upon your shared bed, both legs laid down and folded at the knee, soles of your feet pressed up against one another. you thumb with the dangling chain of your gold anklet, twirling it around and âround your little finger, prior to letting it go for just a second, then doing it again.
he keeps staring at you â your face is blank, eyes dim, muscles relaxed.
then the plump cushion of your bottom lip starts to billow.
âawh, no, no, no.â
itâs a demand.
mightily, he falls down onto his feet and is at the bed in two long strides. youâre still pouting when he leans down, swoops a sturdy arm underneath the bend of your knees and at your lower back. he takes a seat, you upon his lap, and like a babe, he holds you so, âno pouting. kein schmollen.â he touches it, with one large, scarred finger â delicately presses upon your lip, as if it were a peds candy dispenser, capable of slotting back to its normal shape.
âyou shouldnât have hit him, kĂśnig.â
âi did what needed to be done.â
âheâs probably dead.â
behind a hood of ink, eyes of blue waves glimmer with relish â akin to the golden rays of the sun against the foamy brine. âmm.â he says nothing more.
you huff and straighten yourself out until youâre seated upright, facing him and legs spread around his hips. âthis is serious. what if you get fired?â
there it is â a smile. a big one. it creases the corner of his eyes. he stares at you as if you were but a wiseacre child, thinking you know everything. ânot going to happen, kleine.â
âmm.â itâs your turn now. you look away from him, still frowning, still pouty.
kĂśnig doesnât understand. why are you upset? his mouth twists in a firm scowl, â. . . looked at your tits. stupid fucker â iâd do it again,â he bites out.
âhittinâ him doesnât make it right.â
âdonât care.â huffing, he looks down at your breasts himself. yeah, he can see why laird gravitated towards you. theyâre pretty . . sit nice and full, even with no support. you wear just a camisole and shorts to bed tonight, both are textured with some sort of scallop fabric, and laced with pink along the edges with a bow threaded snug in the middle of the top trim. kĂśnig palms one and you give a small inquiring croon. when he starts to roll it within his heavy paw is when you go to smack his hand away. âno,â you grumble.
â âs my tits,â he grouches in reply, lifting his hood a few inches above his lips. lowering his head, he then begins to suckle a line of wet, tongue filled kisses along the globes of them. ânot yours, neither.â
âyâso,â your back curves in and you grasp for balance with your hands on his knees when he sharply tugs your camisole down so that they spill from over it and into his awaiting mouth and hands. âso mean, kooâ.â
âes ist mir egal.â i donât care.
he doesnât get you. youâre nice, too fucking nice. you confuse him, bewitch him, mystify him, entrap him in your hold, your smile, your voice, your touch. he engulfs his mouth around your nipple â nearly devours your entire tit. itâs as though heâs trying to swallow you whole, you wouldnât doubt that he is. you mewl as he frees it from his lips with a slick pop. he doesnât even swallow his tongue back inside of his mouth, like a weir, saliva drips from the tip of it as he pants and hauls it over to your other breast to lave it across the opposite nipple. itâs soft, puffy . . cute. âmm,â you sigh and with a hand, coast it underneath his hood, scratching your nails across the short strands of hair near the nape of his neck. âb-be . . more . . nice.â
again, he pops off to murmur one word â a gruff âno.â
the fucking nerve of that guy. the nerve of you. there isnât a person you belong to on this earth that isnât solely him. kĂśnigâs put a lot of work into this, a lot of long nights and even longer days, trying to better the more worse parts of himself, all in efforts to have you. heâll be damned if some rookie, some fucktwat of an amateur attempts to come in and mess it all up â innocent flirting or not. âmy tits,â he shifts, turns on his side, lets you fall back against the bed with him atop of you. âmy ass. my pussy. all of you, mine.â
his fingers find the crotch of your shorts. he slips them underneath the fabric at your mound until it squidges into a slim line and fits between the fat, pudgy lips of your cunt. your gasp is quiet, reflexes forces you to lift your legs up and hold them at the knees. âmmm,â he grunts at the sight and with his opposite index finger, stokes it quickly from left to right across the chubby skin of them, watching how your pussy jiggles and quivers. âpudgy. fett.â fat.
warmth whelms the surface of your cheeks, âyouâre gross,â you whimper.
he knows.
decent, refined men donât smack pussy just to watch it bounce off of their palm. they donât lean their head down and make out with a clothed clit, suckle and nibble on labias until theyâre a second away from nutting in their sleep bottoms. youâre a whiny thing â hiccuping and whimpering, pulling at his hood until it goes askew. itâs always sudden . . . you never know when heâs going to take it off because kĂśnig doesnât ever know himself. he realizes that he needs to tonight though, if he wants to eat you out the way he wants to, fuck you the way he wants to, he needs all obscurities out of the way.
itâs torn off and tossed upon the lamp on the nightstand.
he hears you give a little coo of happiness. youâre tugging on him harder now, wrapping your legs around his neck, curling your pretty toes against his shoulders. âgreedy thing,â a finger probes against the hole of your cunt through the fabric of these tiny, little sleep shorts. âfeels good?â he drags it up to your clit then back down, pressure firm.
you inhale, eyes closed, palms weakly cupping your tits, âmhm.â
youâre so sweet. youâre so good. you need a man like him by your side . . someone a little bit more mean, more rough and vile. balances out, no? thatâs how it goes. opposites attract and what not. kĂśnig knows he needs you, too.
when you relax again, he takes that split chance to pop another firm smack against your pussy, knocking you out of that space of contentment. you wince and give another sweet whine and really, okay, heâll stop. tugs your shorts to the side, slips his tongue right where you need him most. he swallows the horribly sweet sap of your love within the back of his throat â fucks his tongue sloppily inside that little hole, splits it open, forces it to gape and take, take, take. the bulbous knob of his crooked nose knocks against your clit as he does, he makes sure to sway his head from side to side occasionally, nuzzles, makes sure she gets some well needed attention, too.
âo-oh,â your voice is stuck in your throat. you keep trying to speak but they sound like little squeals. âoh gâ . . oh god.â
âmm ,â he coarsly murmurs. âsĂźsse muschi . . rub it, princess. rub it on mâtongue.â
you know what he wants you to do. youâve both done this before.
your legs fall, feet planted flat against the bed, and you rise to your toes and lift your hips when he elevates his head an inch then keeps it still. kĂśnig lets you do the work, makes you stroke your pussy across the open plane of his wide, long tongue, up and down. already so delirious â your mouth is brimmed with drool, eyes closed, you work shyly at first . . slow and careful, âh-hah,â you breathe, quiet and tender. âdaddy . . mm, d-daddy.â
when he closes his mouth to swallow, he lets his lips enclose around your clit, nice and tight. âmmmm,â you whimper and push yourself faster, holding onto his hands that he gives for stability. âd-donâ stop . . koo, donâstop.â
âi wonât,â he breathes. he needs your cum on his tongue just as bad as you want to give it. with an extended opened mouth comes an immoderate amount of drool â it dribbles off of it, makes your pussy that much more of a mess, the sounds are disgusting. wet and slick, slimy and thick. âmmph . . fĂźhlt sich gut . . . no? pussyâs crying,â the volume of his voice is but a mere rumble, heâs cautious of you, doesnât want to fuck up your pace too much. âneeds cock in her.â
your tummy trembles. your nails, layered with smooth acrylic, long, and sharp, burrow inside the stoutness of his flesh and soon, youâre cumming â thighs quivering and pussy creaming onto the welcoming mat of his tongue. he groans, you sob. âyeah, good girl,â fiercely, he swallows it, licks into you for more, similar to the way a person would bury their tongue inside of a canister for more meringue. âgood girl, good girl.â
you fall flat onto your back and heâs on you without another second lost. sweat shorts are kicked down strong thighs and soon his hands are parting your legs wide enough to accommodate his stature. âptuh.â you watch him spit . . marvel the mostly healed scar that runs about four inches diagonally across the thin skin of his lips flex as he does so. he polishes it across the thick, long column of his cock, smooths the pre cum down, cups his balls, âmm, keep still.â
one of your legs is thrown across the ridge of kĂśnigâs shoulders, the other remains pinned to the mattress. you watch as he strokes his cock between your lips, dowsing it with his saliva and your cream. âfilthy, lilâ pussy . . cock hungry, isnât she?â
you react to his words â clench and another ripple of slick blesses the tip of his cock. at his responding chortle, you cover your face and shake your head, âkĂśnig.â
âja, ja . . i know. papa knows.â
when he first pushes into you, you groan and turn your face away to pull the fabric of the comforter between your teeth. big. so big. too big. his face dips in low in order to bury it against your neck and in him doing so, he effectively bends your leg back further against your shoulder â god, it burns. he doesnât stop. he sheaths himself in, nice and deep . . basking in warm, gummy tightness. he feels at home. âoh f-fuck,â you sound about two seconds away from crying, soft, sweet voice thin and warbled. âungh.â he suddenly slams in the last inch, lets his fat, woolly balls plop against your winking hole, indulges in the pulsing rigged cordage of your insides. âgod, yes. fuck, yes,â he rolls his hips, nice and slow and this is where you melt and finally give in. âyes, yes, yes.â kĂśnig saves lovemaking for special occasions. anniversaries, your birthday . . veterans day.
he can never help his instincts â the ones that demand him to fuck and fuck and breed. with his weight, he keeps you still after his hips pick up an immediate, smooth, quick momentum.
god itâs so good. you feel so good.
his balls plap against the soft skin of your ass and he keeps you still with only a hand. heâs so big, in every sense of the word.
âf-fuck,â you sob, arm thrown across the back of his neck, face buried in the crook of it. âdeep . . daddyâ . . shit, awe.â
kĂśnig thinks of how pretty you are. how sweet you are, how kind, and precious and dear. he thinks of the looks youâre prone to receiving each time you step out of the house, how much you love him. âlike that, eh?â he asks quietly, reaching a hand down and away to let it firmly fall back onto your ass. he smacks it again and again. âfeels good for mâkleine, mm?â
your toes crack when they curl, it nearly hurts. ây-yeah,â you squeak beneath shallow breaths. âk-kĂśnig, please.â you donât know what exactly youâre pleading for â him to slow down? no, youâre already on the brink of something phenomenal. you need him closer, you think. heâs already as close as can be, both your sets of tits pressed up against one another but, you need him even closer. you squeeze him tighter.
âmuschiâs . . sloppy,â he huffs a heavy breath. âhear her? â n-nice anâ wet. ekelhaft.â disgusting.
the headboard pounds ceaselessly against the wall. you lift your hips, beginning to meet him halfway, making your pussy swallow him to the base. kĂśnig groans out a loud sound â similar to a snarl. âyes, yes, yes â good, little fuckinâ pussy . .â
the both of you feel you creaming â making a hell of a mess. it smears across the front of his balls, drips down the puckered button of your ass.
his breath is against your ear and yours against his. you whimper and cry and squeak. he pants and huffs and groans. the air seems vapid. you canât suck in enough, even though you try your hardest.
his cock is fat, your pussy lips are fatter. they split far apart to take all that he provides and it leaves open access to the throbbing, wet nub of your clit which the thick patch of his pubes stroke against. âgood girl,â he groans. âgood, little girl â mm, jusâ give it . . give papa yrâcum. make me a mess.â
your eyes lift on their own accord â they lift and then they cycle back inside of your skull when you feel the fat mushroomy tip of his dick kiss the sensitive ridge of your cervix . . once, twice, thrice. âuungh god,â you breathe. youâre completely out of it, voice gone, brain empty, breath lost. he adores you like this and you know it. there isnât another reason thatâd make sense as to why heâd be fucking you this way. âm gonna . . d-daddy, âm gonna cum,â you sound scared almost, as though youâre fearful of it. so, kĂśnig kicks it into high gear â maintains his pace though implements a pivot of his hips with each stroke in to caress his cock across that tender of nerves angled near the roof of your squelching cunt.
thatâs enough for your legs to seize, for your back to arch, arms squeeze that much tighter around him. forthwith, his cock is forcibly pushed out of your cunt with a lewd âpop!â as a vulgar scene of liquid is gushed from out of your gaping, little hole. âaaaahh.â he drags it out through a low chuckle and taps his tip within the mess, willing more of it out. âmm, there it is. there we fuckinâ go.â heâs pushing himself back in before it completely diminishes â fucks you with more vigor, more strength. youâre so sensitive. tremble all over, bite onto your own fingers to muffle your squeals and blubbering of overstimulation.
âja,â he heaves. âready for it? . . gonna . . j-ja, fuck.â
with firm circles of his hips, kĂśnig presses himself up flushed against you, soon allowing his cock to erupt eight, long jets of cum deep inside your womb. âhng . . . mein gott.â my god. his dick swells with the influx of it, balls jump in time with each one that gets released and buried inside the warm depths that is you. and he doesnât even stop there â continues to slowly sway his hips back and forth, as if he were trying to work it in deep, make sure it sticks. you feel the product of his love, of his adoration, and care, and sweetness. itâs thick and hot, white and runny . . dribbles out of your battered pussy when he pulls out with enough slowness to rival molasses off a spoon â seems like it hadnât wanted to leave. he kisses you and you kiss him back, weak though enthusiastic. you feel how tight he holds you and he doesnât have to say it because you know it regardless. mine.
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â A GOOD GIRL SUMMONING THE KING OF CURSES -- WHAT COULD GO WRONG? â
⧠pairing: heian form! ryomen sukuna x good girl! reader
⧠summary: you've always been a goody two shoes -- or so your friends say -- so what happens when you decide to do the first bad thing you've ever attempted and try summoning a demon -- and it actually works?
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, dub/con / non/con (dead dove, do not eat), reader summons sukuna accidentally, monster fucking, corruption kink, reader is a virgin, dom! sukuna, heian form! sukuna, four arms, mouth stomach, size kink, oral (f + m) (f receiving via mouth stomach), handjob (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, degradation kink (slut, whore), overstimulation (f! receiving), description of violence (no violence happens), art by @/danXL4 (on dA), dividers by @/saradika
⧠wc: 4,916
Summon a demon in your apartment, they said. It would be fun, they said.Â
âTheyâ meaning your stupid ass friends who were too fucking scared to stay here with you while you did it.Â
Maybe you shouldâve thought this through, preferably before you sat in a circle of blood (animal blood taken humanely that could not be used â donât worry, you werenât completely insane), and painted the symbols around the circle in the living room, your carpet rolled up, and on the precipice of unfurling, and your coffee table pushed aside.Â
Your phone buzzed with messages in your group chat:Â
Donât do this, girl.Â
Another message.Â
What if itâs real? I donât want something to happen to you - like I rather not have this on my conscience
What heartfelt pleas, you shook your head, as you put your phone on âdo not disturb,â and propped it up before opening the camera app and hitting record.Â
Your fucking friends â it was all their fault to begin with.Â
You grit your teeth, you are tired of being boring. You were always studying, always coming home early, always getting to class on time, always the fucking good girl, never getting fucked up or fucked for that matter. And your friends always taunted you for it â told you that you never lived a day in your life, that youâd always live sheltered in your apartment with your books and your streaming apps (which, you admitted, did sound pretty good to you) â but you wanted to prove them wrong.Â
All the fuck they did that was daring was go to supposedly haunted sights and get the piss scared out of them â like yeah, that really was the wind, not some fucking ghost. If it was a ghost, pretty sure they would choose someone better to haunt â not a bunch of fucking pussies.Â
You needed better friends.Â
So for once â if only to get them to shut up â you wanted to do something crazy.Â
You donât know why a demon summoning was the hill you had chosen to die on, but you already climbed your way to the top of the hill, you supposed, so you might as well die on it. You looked through the Reddit thread you found on demon summoning (of course the most reliable of sources), looking over the incantation you were supposed to read, as you turned on your camera.Â
Fuck. This was going to fucking dumb. You grabbed your lighter, lining up your candles around the circle, before kneeling in front of it.Â
âTo summon the King of Curses,â you read before you scoffed, what the fuck were you doing? âThe King of Cursesâ â they couldnât even come up with anything more creative than that? Like no latin? Or even japanese folklore â no, instead the most generic ass of names, âTo summon the King of Curses, you must read the following incantation,â you glance at your phoneâs camera with lips pursed â you were going to prove a point â but why did it feel so goddamn stupid?Â
You sighed, rubbing your forehead, as you suck in air between your teeth, and sighed, before reading the incantation: âRise, Disgraced One â Oh, the King of the Golden Age that reigned supreme,â there was a chill that grazed the back of your neck, a slight breeze that raises goosebumps along your skin, âOpen the Gate of Hell and let the King corrupt you. Fuga,âÂ
The flames on the candles shoot to the ceiling, as a scream lodges itself in your throat, as you barely scramble back enough to avoid getting your face burned off. The fire licks the ceiling, and a thick cloud of smoke floods your apartment, sweeping through the apartment, as you begin to cough, eyes burning with tears.Â
âWhat the fuckââ you reach for your phone in your pocket only to realize itâs still set up to record in that fucking mess of flames. Youâre frozen, as you stand trying to recall what they taught you about fire safety growing up â is opening a window a good thing or a bad thing? Whereâs the fire alarm? Do you even have a fire extinguisher? Thinking dangerous things through wasnât your specialty, you supposed because you never did them.Â
Fuck, if you died, you would become a fucking ghost and haunt your friends.Â
But the flames ebb away, leaving some scorch marks on the ceiling (fun thing to explain to your landlord), as your lungs struggled to cope with the flood of smoke dispersing, the cloud so thick, you could barely see your hand in front of your face. The haze seared at your throat, drawing a smokerâs cough from your lungs, while your eyes could barely open, waterlogged by the sheer amount of tears spilling.Â
You gently wipe tears away from your eyes, as you blink them away, until you stumble to your window to throw it open, coughing, as you stick your head out.Â
âWhat the fuck,â you mumble, throat raw â was it the candles you bought? Were the candles somehow really fucking defective? Or did you somehow actually summon a demon? You snort, no, it was probably the candles. You leaned against the window sill, letting the smoke escape â as you finally were able to breathe again.Â
You sigh, shutting the window, turning back around â only to find four eyes staring back.Â
He was huge. A hulking mass of muscles, four arms, instead of two, and each one was possibly wider than your head, no shirt or covering to find the exposed skin â his dark blue pants hung low around his waist and above it was a weird groove in the middle of his stomach.Â
Your eyes raise as he lifts his arm, as you flinch, but he only rakes his fingers through his dark pink hair, pushing it back roughly. showing off the hands of black around the middle of his bicep and his wrists. Broken lines wrap down from his shoulders into jagged points that end in the middle of his chest. Black dots adorn the sides of his shoulders, hollow vacuums that stared back at you.Â
Two eyes on each side of his face â but his right eyes were raised, as if he bore a mask made of wood or raised skin â you didnât know which â fused to his face. But something told you â as you took a step back â it wasnât something you wanted to find out.Â
âAre you the brat who dared to summon me?â And you freeze at the sound of his voice, ringing with such a weight, it nearly brought you to your knees. Your eyes fell to the ground, unable to bring yourself to look at him â your heart rattling against your ribs. His presence was a pressure, the air around you seemed to still, his voice ringing in your ears. Your muscles were drawn taut, unable to move â shivers ripping down your spine.Â
âYes,â you manage a whisper only, resisting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut.Â
He gives a small chuckle, âSo submissive for the one who dared to summon me,â his heavy footsteps out of the circle, melts the candles beside his foot to puddles of wax, âit has been eons since Iâve been able to roam freeââ he inhales, as you stand frozen, hearing his hulking form drawing even closer, âI can smell the humans, roaming free, wriggling like worms in the crevices of this place â I canât wait to massacre them,â and then he pauses a moment, as he considers you.Â
âBrat, look at me,â you swallow, as your head slowly rises to meet his gaze, his form towering over you, standing two steps away from you, letting you dwell in the void of his shadow, âtell me, what did you use to summon me?âÂ
You blink, âI found itâI donât knowââÂ
âRead it to me,â he orders â thereâs no option to disobey, unless youâd love to be met with certain death. So you move slowly to your laptop, reading the incantation again, ââand let the King corrupt you. Fuga,âÂ
His eyes narrow, as a slow smirk settles over his features, a smirk that sends an icy chill down your spine, âWoman, you have no idea what youâve done, have you?âÂ
Two of his arms are crossed while one of the otherâs reaches for you â and your eyes shut now â you are surely dead, but instead of a hand around your neck, you feel fingers grip your chin.Â
You wait for the embrace of death (at least maybe youâd find better friends in the afterlife), but it never comes, instead you hear a deep chuckle, as another arm curls around your waist and brings you flush to him, âYou humans are so tiny, so fragile, one wrong move and i could break you,â and another large hand is slipping down the curves of your body, âI suppose Iâll have to be a little careful â only for this to work, and I suppose for your benefit as well,â and your eyes finally dare to open and peek at him, only for his face to draw near, breath warming your lips, âIâm going to savor corrupting you, little one,âÂ
âWhat the fuckââ you try to break away, but his grip is like iron shackles around your wrists, as he forces your arms around his waist, caged in by his own arms, âplease let me goââ
Before you can even finish your plea, his lips meet yours, swallowing your gasp with a smirk. His large hands around your waist left no space for retreat, not that youâd make it far even if you tried. His kiss sent a slow burning heat throughout your body, a spark that grew in your belly that ignited when his tongue slid into your mouth. His touch only added fuel to the flame â his hands skimming over your sides slowly like warm honey sliding down your skin.Â
He parts your kiss ruined lips, not before his teeth bite down on your bottom lip, a smirk on his lips as he sees your saliva slip down the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted and puffy as he drags his thumb down them, eyes blown out with pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, give in,â and the haze that settles over you is thick and unforgiving, unable to see anything but the King of Curses before you and unable to need anything but pleasure at his hands.Â
âPlease,â a small hint of resistance remained stubbornly â you couldnât let this monster have his way with you â for fuckâs sake, much less lose your virginity to him, âI canât,âÂ
âBut you want to,â he hums, as large fingers tug at your flimsy shorts, the fabric tearing with ease, until it was in shreds, a shiver running up your spine at the thought that your limbs could have been too, âyour mouth says one thing, brat, but your lower lips,â a thick finger presses at the wet patch on your panties, rubbing against your puffy clit, âsay another,âÂ
You whimper, as his finger bears down harshly through the thin fabric, âplease,â you swallow, as he leans down to lick the drool from your lips, âpleaseââÂ
âPlease, what, little one?â he chuckles, as he presses wet kisses up your jaw, âI canât give you what you want if you donât tell me,â your knees are beginning to buckle, as the ache between your legs only grows, âI know you must look pretty when you cry, so do you want to cry for me, brat?â and his piercing gaze nearly brings you tears along, âbecause I can give you something to cry about,âÂ
âDo you ever shut up?â you mutter, but that only seems to make the corner of his lip tug upwards.Â
âI can make you shut up,â And two hands squeeze your hips roughly, while another slips under your shirt, âNo undercovering? Itâs as if you wanted this all long,â he chides, a huff in his voice, as his finger teases your pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling, drawing a yelp from your lips, âhoping for an incubus or some other curse or demon?â heâs tugging down his pants, revealing his dickâ-if you could call it that.Â
Fuck, was that a cock or another appendage all together? Far thicker and longer than any male anatomy youâve seen depicted or described in even the filthiest corners of the internet â pretty veins running up the sides, as a mess of pre-cum dripped off the engorged tip, flushed red with need.Â
âWhy did you summon me?â he demands to know as he leans down to take a nipple between his lips, and you know you have no choice but to answer.Â
âI wanted to prove to my friends that I wasnâtââ it was so pathetic now, as you stood before a literal deity of death, âwasnât just a good girl,âÂ
He chuckles, a bark more than a laugh almost, as you swallow thickly as your eyes canât tear away from the sight of his dick â would he kill you with it instead of his hands?Â
âWell, you arenât anymore are you?â he scoffs, and you fail to notice his hand shifting to tug your underwear off, a gasp ripped from you, as another hand brushed against your bare cunt roughly, âLook at how fucking wet you are already, slut, so much already leaking all over my fingers,â he shows you the strings of pre-cum connecting his fingers, before he brings his fingers to his lips and his tongue darts out to lick them clean, âIâd say no respectable woman would be dripping this much if she was so good,â he hums, before sighing mockingly, âalthough, perhaps I should preserve your sanctity, even a little. It would be unfortunate to leave you like this â even more so, to leave myself like this, but if that is truly whatâs for the bestââ his grip begins to loosen, but your fingers find his shoulder.Â
Two words manage to leave your lips â and you donât know whether itâs that youâre under his spell or under your own â but you know that you need this âDonât go,âÂ
His lips curl. He wasnât going to begin with â but it was so much easier if you gave in.Â
~~~
âCâmon little one, you were so eager only a moment ago,â The King of Curses chides, amusement threaded through his tone from behind you, watching as you nearly straddled his stomach â though you had realized it wasnât just a stomach. A tongue flicked out over lips that formed over the middle of his abdomen, right under you.Â
âI didnât knowââ your cheeks warmed, your walls fluttering at that thought of that tongue against your leaking cunt.Â
âYet youâre so eager,â he scoffs, before using a large hand to tug you against it as two hands settle against your waist to hold you in place, âand Iâve run out of patience, so be a good whore and take my cock,â and heâs pushing your head down, sharp fingernails digging into your scalp, as his large cock slaps your face, smearing his pre cum over your cheek and lips.Â
Your lips part, the tip of your tongue tracing his weeping slit, drawing a hiss from his lips, before your mouth engulfs the head, while your fingers curl around his thick base. And as you do, you feel his tongue drag over the length of your cunt, making you gasp around his cock.Â
His mouth and tongue are even larger than the one on his face, slurping and sucking, as his tongue begins to work its way inside your needy cunt.Â
âDonât slack, brat,â his hand pushing your head further down on his cock, nearly burying your face in his pubes, âcome on, do a good job, and I may even give you the pleasure of being fucked by me,âÂ
You force yourself to focus on sucking his cock, tracing the pretty veins with your tongue, before suckling at the tip, savoring the groan you draw from his lips. The squelch of your cunt as his tongue begins to fuck you open, thicker than even four of your fingers, fills your ears. Two of his hands find your tits, tweaking and twisting your nipples, squeezing as he presses the flat of his palms against your breasts, only for tongues to dart out from his palms. You gasp around his length, as his other mouths suck at your tits, swirling their tongue around it.Â
His hips jerk against your mouth when your fingers cup his balls, and he thrusts, âYou can do better,â he grunts, as his tip grazes your throat, his mouth closing around your clit and sucking, hard, and youâre grinding on his abs and mouth now, toes curling as you cum, and his mouth only eagerly swallows it, the sticky release coating his abs.Â
His cock twitches in your mouth as you moan around it, as you recover from your orgasm, beginning to suck at his cock, nearly high off the pleasure, as you fondle his balls, bobbing your head up and down, until heâs finally groaning, his hot release flooding your mouth.Â
âDonât waste a drop,â he growls, as you swallow it, blissed out and panting, as your lips leave his weeping cock, slapping against your cheek as he lifts you easily and places you on your back, âdonât tell me youâre done after that, little one,â and your eyes slide down to see his somehow still erect dick, standing tall as he kneels on your bed, his hulking form burying you in his shadow, âbecause Iâm far from done yet,â his cock twitches at the sight of your lips, a swollen mess from sucking him off, a mix of his cum and your saliva all over your face.Â
âPlease, I canâtââ you whine, shaking your head, but two hands are already spreading your folds, your cunt fluttering around nothing, as if already craving to have his dick buried in it.Â
âYour cunt seems to disagree, little one,â as he drags a thick digit around your clit, before pinching it, as you keen under his touch, âyouâre drenched for me, begging for me to take you,â and his thumb is now rubbing circles around your puffy clit while he sinks a finger into you knuckle deep, âI just have to make sure you can fit me in this tight hole of yours,â your head falls back against the pillow as heâs knuckle deep, another large finger already pushing into your slick walls, âstill so tight despite all the time I took to open you up,â he clicked his tongue, a smirk on his lips, as his fingers find the spongy spot that makes your fingers fist at the sheets, as your release squirts over his fingers, your body boneless as pleasure buzzes through every inch of your body, until you finally start come down.Â
But as soon as you even begin to, his fingers begin to move again, fucking you through your orgasm, and quickly into another.Â
âNgh, no, no, not yetââ your voice is caught in your throat, words leaving your lips in a hurry because you know surely his fingers would rip any coherent thought from your mind in a moment.Â
But he does not relent, only finger fucking you harder, âI have to be careful to open you up, otherwise, I very well may break you in two, wouldnât I? Such fragile things, you humans are â already squealing? I havenât even added a third finger yet,â he scoffs, as he hums, âhave you not been deflowered yet, brat?âÂ
And your pussy gives a telltale flutter that only has his lips curling further, a flash of his canines sending a chill down your spine, âI-Iââ
âNo need for your answer, pet, your body gave me the answer itself,â he hums, âthen this will take a bit longer than I thoughtââ as his fingers curl and drag over your walls, before scissoring apart, âIâd prefer for you to be conscious when I take your virginity, but I donât mind if youâre not,âÂ
And a fourth finger presses at your slick hole, making you whimper, âPlease, I canâtââ but he does not relent, four fingers now fucking you open, as your mouth parts in a silent scream, back arching as they work you open. Your body lies on slick drenched sheets, the smell and sound of your arousal only making his need grow, holding back if only not to ruin you completely â he needed you still, needed this to work. And he wasnât sure whatâd happen if heâd break you completely â and he knew he could far too easily. Already he could feel your blood rushing under his touch, the small gasps and moans could turn to screams with just a finger barely lifted, the slick painted over with scarlet.Â
But he doesnât. He canât. Not when heâs so close. And soon enough he wonât need you â but he can only cross that bridge when he gets there.Â
Or rather, when you get there.Â
~~~
âBrat, câmon, keep your eyes open, weâre almost there,â Sukuna barks, as his fingers grip your chin, and force your gaze to him. How many orgasms had he given you? Seven or eight ? Maybe more. Sweat and cum clung to your skin, sticky and hot, as he continued to fuck you open, âthink this virgin hole is finally ready for my cock, listen to it,â the loud squelch of your cunt as he thrust his fingers in and out had almost become white noise to you â and the sweet stretch of your pussy around his fingers had become second nature.Â
And finally heâs pulling his fingers from you, digits shiny and dripping with your release, sliding down your palm and wrist, as he brought them to his mouth to lick it clean, before offering it to his mouth on his stomach as well. He watches you all fucked out before him, legs spread along with your cunt that fluttered around nothing, waiting for him to slot his cock between your folds and sink in. He grunts, fuck, his balls still feel so full, even after cumming down your throat, aching to cum in your sweet cunt, see him fill your womb with his seed, the sweet release he had been craving for far too long.Â
âYou still want my cock still, little one? Or are you too tired for it now?â he drags his leaking cock over your dripping folds, letting it tease your swollen clit as his pre cum mixes with your own, âmaybe I should leave you like this, let you beg and beg for me until youâre writhing for me,â
Youâre panting, the ache inside your pussy too much for you to bear â you were melting without him inside, the only thing to quench your need, your thirst â he was the only thing that could even begin to make it ebb.Â
âPlease, please, my King,â your words are nearly sobs, pretty tears slipping down your cheeks, as your chest heaves with need â want far gone several hours ago, leaving only you with a desperation that would drive you mad, âI need you, need you take me, need you to fuck me,âÂ
And his lips curl, âI thought youâd never ask, brat,â and heâs settling himself between your parted legs, pressing them back against your stomach, âalthough even if you didnât, Iâd help myself â because you summoned me after all, didnât you, little one?â As he uses another arm to cup your chin, âwatch me as I sink into you,âÂ
Your cunt quivers as he presses his head to your entrance, as he uses your slick to wet his cock, âIâll go slow at first, but once Iâm inside, I have no intention of stopping, no matter how much you beg,âÂ
It was a warning, a warning that there was no going back â but there was no going back from the moment you summoned this curse onto your doorstep â there was a descent into depravity, and how quickly youâd make it to the bottom.Â
The tip of his cock barely parts your folds, and youâre already whining about how full it feels â your walls fluttering as if trying to either accommodate his girth or push him out all together. He saw the faint drip of scarlet as he worked himself in, inch by inch â as your fingers found purchase in his forearms, nails digging crescents into his flesh.Â
âF-fuck, ngh, Too big, Sukuna, I canâtââ and he can already feel your pussy give the telltale flutter of an orgasm, a cry ripped from your throat, as you cum, walls only pulling him in deeper and deeper â as if they never wanted to let go.Â
And finally, finally, he bottoms out, his hips pressed flush to your aching cunt, and he stills â it had been so long since he had enjoyed the body of a virgin, but he was sure you were the sweetest and tightest cunt heâd ever had.Â
Your cries made him scoff, tears streaming down your ruined face, it made his cock twitch âyou were so small compared to him, a tiny pebble waiting to be crushed, but instead he held you in the palm of his hand. You were his to have, his to break, and his to corrupt.Â
âI told you there was no stopping,â he grunts as another hand settles on your stomach, on top of the slight bulge that came with his cock sinking into you, âcan you feel me touching the deepest parts of you?â And he takes the whimper as a yes, âget accustomed to it, because this cunt shall be my breeding ground for as long as I see fit,â
And he finally pulls out only to sink back into your sweet depths, knocking the breath from your lungs. He starts slow, if only to spare you from breaking â because he knows so easily could. The wet squelch of your cunt rings in his ears, as he watches his thick cock sink in and out of your pussy again and again.Â
 âLook at you, barely able to take my fingers and now youâre taking my cock so well,â he groans at the sight of your stretched pussy, as it took his cock over and over, molding its very shape to his length, as the slap of your skin against his became like a metronome, âsuch a perfect little whore, arenât you?â and you moaned at his words, the sound of which made your cheeks burn with shame â âdonât worry, even if you arenât, little one,â his fingers find your clit, rubbing and twisting until you come again, hard, your back arching as you do, fingernails nearly drawing blood from his arms as you do.Â
He hums, as he only fucks you through your orgasm, even as you try to squirm away from him, itâs all in vain â because youâre his now, âOi, brat, where are you going? You wonât like what Iâll do if you try to get away again â your only place now is under me,â and his hands find his way under your ass as he shifts you onto his lap, âor on this throne,â and he fucks into you, brutally, again and again, your arms clinging around his neck desperately, as a hand on the back of your head guides your lips to his, âtongue out,â he orders, and you do as he says, as the two of you meet in a sloppy kiss.Â
And his hands shift to your hips, bruising as they help you ride him, meeting his thrusts with your own, until heâs finally hitting your cervix that has you squirting, drenching him in your release as your walls shudder around him. And his lips leave yours a moment, before they kiss down your jaw to your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, drawing a yelp from your lips.Â
He groans, a guttural noise from his chest, as he notches himself as deep as he can before cumming, his hot release spurting out and painting your walls, as he continues to fuck it deeper and deeper, the snaps of his hips finally slowing, as he pulls away from your neck, enjoying the blood that pools in the ridges of his bite mark.Â
âSuch a good little slut, arenât you?â he hums, as he cups your lolling head, eyes thick with sleep and body heavy with exhaustion, you hear his quiet voice murmur, âI was only going to corrupt you for the sake of completing the summons you gave â I had no choice if I wanted to stay on this plane, but,â he hums, as pulls his cock from you with a gasp on your lips, before he has you flipped onto your stomach in a moment, sheathing his thick length back into you in one thrust, âI think I just might keep you, brat,â your eyes flutter shut, as his words fade from your consciousness, until a mean spank to your ass jolts you from your retreat into Hypnosâs arms.Â
No â as you turned your head ever so slowly to get Sukunaâs face in your periphery â you only answered to one god now.Â
The King of Cursesâ lips curled in a cruel smirk, as he drew his hips back before slamming back in, âLetâs show the world truly how depraved you are, brat, hm? Together.âÂ
⧠a/n: this is my first time writing sukuna so i hope i was able to do him justice. i was gonna do the whole two dick thing, but i was already like...this is complicated enough lmao.
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Hello thank you so much you are the first person to answer my request and I just lovedddddd it .
Another request with gojo where they are married for like 2 months and things are kind of stiff cause it is arranged marriage but then one day he sees that a group are guys ate harassing his wife everyday as she takes the train . He asked her why she did not tell him about it and all and she says cause she thought he might even listen and stuff and things get spicy and it's his wife's first ever relationship.
I know this is big if you don't like it ignore it .
Thank you
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synopsis: Gojo wasnât the best husband and you werenât the best wife, the discomfort of the arranged marriage taking a toll on the both of you. Two months in and he hasnât even held your hand, let alone made a move on youâ something you so desperately craved. It wasnât until he saw two men shove you against the wall on the train that his natural husband instincts kicked in, the men dangling by their collars over the speeding blurry tracks. All he wanted to do now was protect you, shield you from the cruel world with a blindfold of your own, and maybe dry your tears with the comfort of his dick.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, virgin!reader, wife!reader, husband!gojo, arranged marriage, clan mentions, cursing (a lot of it oops), angst, yearning, emotions (a lot of emotions), crying, hurt/comfort, insecurity (marriage wise), gojo basically ignores reader for the first two months (not for reasons you think though), quiet arguments, first time, cunnilingus, blowjob, cum swallowing, fingering, p in v intercourse, dirty talk, heâs rough in the beginning cuz heâs selfish, creampie, aftercare, slight mention of future children (just a sentence or two), petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby).
trigger warnings: harassment; reader is cornered constantly by two men on a train. some instances of harassment include yanking the readers arm to get their attention, reader getting burned by a cigarette after trying to fight back, & reader being pushed up against the wall with ill intent.
a/n: imagine him in (this) cuz holy shit, i love this outfit on him. i got extremely carried away IM SO SORRY. haha also gojo says something incredibly corny during sexy time and i was going to change it but it made me laugh too hard just imagining him saying it so i kept it. i donât think ive ever written this much in one sitting in my entire life. wc: 8k. m.list
divider credit: @benkeibear
Two months.Â
Two months youâve endured this situation, your body basically as stiff as a board as you shared a bed with one of the most respected clan members in Tokyo. Ever since you said yes to that question, that damned question you thought you never wouldâve heard in this standingâ âDo you take Gojo Satoru to be your lawfully wedded husband?â Your whole world fell apart. After all, it was an arranged marriage and you did not know this man in the slightest. All you knew was his power, told to you by your clan specifically and what he had accomplished over the span of twenty-something years.Â
It wasnât meant to be like this, the distance that scraped the surface of your marriage. Gojo shouldâve warmed up to you by now, as well as vice versa, but there was still a wall built between the two of you.Â
You didnât really know the aspects of a relationship either as youâve never been allowed to date due to the conditions of your clan; that you were to marry someone from the Gojo clan when you turned twenty-one. Unfortunately, you didnât have many options as Satoru had been the last one standing by the grace of his inherited traits.Â
Because of your ignorance, you couldnât quite gauge if this type of distance was a normality within marriage. Were you to just stick by him through thick and thin when he hasnât even so much as kissed you since your last shared moment at the wedding venue?
Was this really marriage? Or were you just a placeholder for the potential of your clan, an offspring bearing Satoruâs inviolable power?
Sneaking out of the bed carefully, you tiptoed downstairs of the shared loft and sat against the sofa with your knees tucked into your chest. You contemplated turning on the television for some white noise but you didnât want to wake Gojo up, in fear he might yell although heâs never done that. You deduced that he wasnât a tyrant, the speculation blending in on days where heâd come home tired but he would still have a gentleness laced within his voice as he whispered a quiet âhello, how was your day?â to you.
Gentle yet not an ounce of intimacy had ever shone through, his body nearly melting into a warm bath everytime he moved past you after formalities. He would barely speak to you for the rest of the evening as he went about his routine. You thought maybe his missions just took up his entire mind, it was his success story after all; his life had been blasted throughout Japan due to his aspects. But then youâd noticed his time away from home with his friends, karaoke bars dredging up on his bank statements.Â
Which brought you to think maybe he was an alcoholic and he couldnât you know⌠get it up.Â
It was fairly common for alcoholics to become inept in sex, so you couldnât quite put it past him if that were the case. But then again, youâve never seen him drunk. It was entirely possible that he couldâve sobered up by the time he arrived home. He never smelled of alcohol though, normally it would seep out of someoneâs pores whether or not they had showered the pungent smell down the drain. But as he slipped into bed with the covers huddled against him after a night out, heâd smell of the shampoo you two shared with a fragrance of lilac surrounding the bedsheets.Â
Your phone slipped from your hand with a loud thud and you flinched, cursing at yourself inwardly as you swiped down to pick it up. You prayed you didnât wake Gojo up, as he had a long mission in the morning. But it was too late as you heard him rustle his way out of the sheets, a disgruntled yawn escaping him as he put on his slippers. The bedroom was open space within the loft, separated by a thin glass railing that someone could easily lean over which is exactly what he did.Â
Gojo peered down at you, his tired eyes still filled with sleep. You could still see the radiance of them even from below, the piercing brightness that you swear youâll never get used to. âY/N? Youâre not in bed.â
âIâm sorry Gojo, I didnât mean to be so lou-â You started clumsily, fiddling with the stupid phone in your hands but he interrupted you quietly.Â
âSatoru. Call me Satoru.â He reminded you with that same tenderness from before, that gentleness you couldnât quite get past and your cheeks flushed red. âIt's cold down there, isnât it? Must be freezing.âÂ
Gojo padded down the stairs and you stood up as he draped a thin blanket onto your shoulders, shielding your body from the icy air that the winter had brought into the house. He headed for the restroom, his slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor and you made a note to buy yourself a pair; the fuzzy socks on your feet didnât do you justice for the wretchedness of the season. You stared at the caved in reflection of yourself from the windowed wall, the trees dancing in the wind with their roots tucked safely underground.Â
There was a river on this side of the house as well, the water edging up against the stones that had been laid out carefully to create a small pond for koi fish. A bridge elapsed over it and sometimes you sat against it, your feet dangling as you fed the fish while waiting for Gojo to return home. It was a funny feeling to have so much of his wealth staring back at you all of a sudden.Â
âYou still up?â Gojo asked, a bit puzzled as he stood against the light from the restroom. It veiled out into the living room and you were met with his silhouette crowding the doorway. He had his arm up against the doorframe and his eyebrows raised slightly as he stared at you. His shirt was hanging loosely off his body and some of the light illuminated his waist, the curves that travel down to hisâÂ
He shut the light off and you couldnât see him anymore except for the tufts of white hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the darkness. Moving towards the stairs, you ascended them as he managed to catch up to you. You didnât notice the way he held out his hand, hovering over the small of your back to ensure you didn't stumble back. And even if you did, heâd be sure to catch you without so much as a thought whether heâd fall down the stairs with you. And if you both did manage to fall, a laugh would probably erupt out of him as you both sat there in bewildered pain.
Crawling into your side of the bed, you felt the cold rush of the sheets lying amidst the tangle of your limbs. You laid down with a quiet sigh, the moon thick amongst the clouds and you stared at it for a while. The other side of the bed creaked underneath his weight and you felt his body brush up against yours as he pulled the shared blanket over himself. You wanted nothing more than his arm to wrap around your waist, to pull you close and flush against him and you pouted when he turned his back to you.Â
Gojo had fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow and that meant he wouldnât bother you for the rest of the night. Though, you kinda wished he did want to bother you.Â
The morning came with the sunrise shielding your eyes as you awoke, the man next to you long gone and off to work. The first thing on your mind was breakfast, a delightful hope that maybe something could be made in the kitchen. But as you headed downstairs, the cabinets looked bare as well as the fridge with no intentions on filling themselves. A shopping trip apparently was needed today and you sighed heavily as you got yourself ready for the day.Â
The train wasnât very full, the morning commute having passed a few hours prior but you still had to stand near the edge of the sliding doors. Everything went to your liking at the grocery store, you had picked out a bunch of fruits, vegetables, and of course a few sweets for Gojo because you noticed the macaroons he had brought home one day, half eaten on his kitchen counter. You had watched him from the comfort of the bed, munching on them while scrolling through his phone, single-handedly eating the rest of the box in one sitting with a happy hum. Thatâs when you realized his sweet tooth, the bulk of it surviving off of straight sugared pastries.
As you headed towards the station, you had a nagging feeling there were eyes on you. A familiar sense surrounded you and you wondered why it felt like that; you pushed it out of your mind though. It was most likely someone checking out your attire, the adorned outfit clinging to your skin. It had enough detail pointing towards your midriff and your thighs encased in thin stockings, maybe someone had just been attentive today and wanted to ogle at you. It wasnât like you could stop them.Â
The train back was much more packed at noon and you had been squeezed into a corner, next to two guys that looked to be middle aged with cigarettes between their fingertips. This was an issue in your eyes, as you realized they were the same guys that had been harassing you before whenever you took the train home. You had ignored it the first few times, the music you had blasting in your ears enough for them to turn their heel but the past few days as you stepped out of the house to do your errands, it became much more demeaning.Â
The first time it was a subtle nudge with their foot against yours, kicking it lightly to get you to pay attention to them. The next time it an arm grab as you hopped off the train, your feet just barely grazing the ground as you hauled yourself out past the doors. And now, you didnât know what they would try this time as you failed to bring earbuds with you. It seemed as if the world didnât care what happened to you when you left Gojoâs hell of a palace, the bypasserâs backs turned against your favor. The skirt you wore came past your midthigh and you clenched your hold on the pole a little tighter, shuffling some of your bags against your forearms wearily.
âHeading to the same place, doll?â One of them piped up, a sleazy smile lazed on his lips. You tried to ignore him, but he certainly noticed your lack of music and he got up from his seat in front of you. You tried to move backwards a bit, but there really wasnât any space to do so.
âYeah, we can escort you there this time. Seems to me you got a lot of bags.â The other one said as he also stood in front of you and you looked around the train, factoring in the exits and the fastest way to push through people. You also noted that almost everyone else was minding their own business, fucking assholes with their headphones and haughty misplaced morals.
As you decided whether or not to stand your ground, you noticed a tall figure in the back of the train car making their way forward with unhurried ease. Maybe you could ask them for help, whoever they were. Or maybe they were in cahoots with these men who had been harassing you, readying their attack from afar.
âCan you please leave me alone?â You asked firmly, trying to move away again from where they towered above you. You really werenât liking your odds this time and a wave of fear rushed over you as one of them yanked some of your bags away, discarding them on the seat behind them.
âCâmon, looks like you need help todayââ The first guy started, grabbing the groceries from your other arm and you pulled them back toward you harshly. The second guy had sat back into his seat, aiming to finish his cigarette instead of bothering you. The first guy kept a steady hand on you though, a bruised grip on you and it started to hurt; a dull throb had begun to overtake your arm.
âPlease stop.â You pleaded, swinging the bag into him hard as he tried to deliberately yank it away again. Some of the items fell out of the bag and another hand on your arm gripped you harshly, pulling you down towards the man sitting.Â
âQuit being so stubborn. Youâre boyfriendâs not here to help you, huh?â The second guy cooed, holding you in place as the first guy went through the groceries on the floor. He huddled some into his jacket, unaware of his surroundings for a second and you used that to your advantage. Hitching your leg up, you kicked him directly in the abdomen and he doubled over in pain, the groceries falling from his pockets.
âYou little bitchâ!â The second guy sneered at you as he dug his lit cigarette into your skin and you yelped in pain, dropping all of your bags now onto the floor. You tried to wrench your arm away from the searing burn, but you couldnât. His grip was too strong on you and you vaguely felt your back slam into the wall behind you, pain filling every crevice of your body. It was such a quick interaction, your thighs trembled underneath you as the man pushed up against you to keep you in place. Pure dread raced through you as you squeezed your eyes shut with a scream readying in your throat until you felt the weight off your chest and loud yells were flooding through your ears, the cigarette falling onto the floor.
More like terrified screams, a rush of wind had opened up in the train and your eyes peeked open cautiously. They first fixed on the wide open doors of the moving train, the lights speeding through the instances of train signs and the accompanied men hanging over the edge by their shirt collars. Then you registered the white haired man who was dangling said men with two strong hands, threatening to throw them out onto the electrified tracks beneath them. Begs and pleads came whirling out of both of the menâs mouths and you were sure one of them had started crying, sobs frantically overtaking him like a pussy.
âSatoru!â You cried out and his head whipped towards you, worry flooding his face as he saw you collapse with shaky footing onto the seat. Reluctantly, he pulled the men back into the train and slammed them against the door as he shut it.Â
âDonât fucking touch her again.â Gojo threatened, the edge in his voice not faltering and both of the men nodded scarily quick. âIn fact, you donât need to take this train anymore. Looks like another route opened up on your commute, huh?â
Gojo put his hands in his pockets and gave the men a hard kick to the stomach before moving over towards you. One of the other things you noticed was that he wasnât in his uniform, his figure filled in a solid black sleeved tee and khakis instead. He crouched in front of you and immediately took off his usual sunglasses, studying your face to make sure you were okay. The whirling blue stared at you with growing panic as you shied away from him, terrified that they were going to see through your every sense. âLet me see.âÂ
Gojoâs hands immediately cupped your face as you froze, checking for any abrasions and then moved downwards to your arms and he stroked over the cigarette mark gently with his fingers. You winced at the pain that blossomed at the peak of the burn and he instantly pulled his hand away, his mind running a million miles a minute as he frowned at the singed area. Suddenly Gojo pulled a smile, a toothy grin that made you utterly confused.
âI have a first aid kit stashed somewhere in our house, so youâll be fine!â He said reassuringly, a lighthearted tone edging his demeanor. What was with him? Normally he was quiet around you and his bearings kept punctuation in calmness. Youâve never seen this side of him and you faintly wondered if this was how he acted in public. Maybe when he was home, it was a different atmosphere and he was allowed to let his guard down.
Home, our house? His words cut through you like a knife. While he tended to the groceries on the floor and placed them into the bags again, you couldnât help but tense up even more. It didnât feel like your home, your shared lifeâÂ
Gojoâs voice fell a few octaves, the cheery upkeep of his personality disappearing as he became serious. âWas this the first time they harassed you?âÂ
âN-No.â You managed to say, sitting up fully on the train. Your head pounded and you moved to pick up some of the groceries as they rattled against the trainâs floor. The sweet you had bought for Gojo sat near his foot and you noticed some of the pastries had been swished as you picked up the package. You let out a quiet noise of discontent, his eyes shot up towards yours with uneasiness and he noticed the sweets in your hand.Â
âY/N, why didnât you tell me they were bothering you?â He murmured, carefully taking the sweets from your hand and placing them in the bag as he glanced at the words on the package. Realizing they were for him as you donât eat those types of pastries often, his heart warmed in his chest. Gojo tried his best to hide the smile that was trying to flourish on his face, it wasnât the time to get sappy about sweets you bought him. âI couldâve skipped some of my missions, sweetheart.âÂ
Sweetheart. A pet name. You didnât think it was possible for him to utter such fondness, the affection sounding like it danced on a pile of fluffy clouds above your head. It made you lightheaded, or at least you thought it did; certainly not from the hellish confrontation you just had.Â
âI didnât think youâd believe me.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I? I wouldâve gladly joined you on your escapades if you told me.â Gojo teased with a gentle tone and you frowned at him. He was still crouched in front of you, his black long sleeve nearly slipping off the sides of his shoulders as he leaned forward to accommodate some space on the train as more people filed in. The ends of his elbows rested on one of your thighs as you crossed your ankles together in between his feet, recollecting yourself fully.
âYou barely pay attention to me now, why would you go out of your way to come with me during my errands?â You avoided his eyes this time, not wanting to feel fooled into explaining anything more than that. But when the silence grew heavy after a few seconds, you glanced over to find out why he hadnât spoken.Â
His face had fallen flat and his eyes werenât shining anymore, much to your relief. But as much as it relieved you it also made you incredibly upset, a knot thickening in your throat as you watched the dulled turquoise glass over.
âThatâs notâŚâÂ
âItâs true! You never pay attention to me. Youâre either out with friends at a karaoke bar probably drinking away the day or youâre exorcising some curse late in the night. Gojo, I donât think youââÂ
âSatoru. I donât drink by the way.â He corrected you, silent annoyance filling his voice but it fizzled out as he tried his best to remain calm. In truth, he was falling apart on the inside. He never knew, never realized that he had been so distant from you and that you were hurting because of it. He only wanted to give you space the first few months to let you get used to his routine and to help you find your own. As Gojo thought of that reason, it seemed incredibly selfish of him and his chest tightened up with regret.
Pushing the feeling down, he laughed mildly with a hint of sorrow. âMy mission was called off. I was on my way home, no curses to exorcise today.â
âSatoruâŚâ Repeating his name, you said it with so much sadness that his heart almost broke in two. âEven when you come home early, you spend the rest of the evening without me. And your bank statementsââÂ
âFrom me buying the rounds for everyone, thatâs not the issue right now.â He confessed truthfully; he would buy the whole bar for his friends who have seen hell and back with him, but he didnât dare to drink a drop as it disoriented him too much. âI donât have anything to do this evening so we can spend it together, sweethââ
The next words you spoke were barely above a whisper as you gritted your teeth to stop yourself from outright sobbing them. âYou havenât so much as kissed me since the wedding. Why would you want to spend time with me?âÂ
Tears welled up in your eyes and he quickly wiped them away with the tips of his thumbs, the long awaited gesture making sobs wrack your body; of course he was drying the tears that he made you cry. âI donât think we shouldâve gotten married.âÂ
The train had halted, a loud announcement blaring that it was the end of the line. It was your stop, the doors opening up with the wind blowing through the train again and you tried to stand before Gojo softly blocked your way. You couldnât look at him. âY/N, you donât mean thatââ
âI just want to go home. Iâm miserable, -toru.âÂ
âOf course, letâs go.â Gojo stood up with his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses once more, hauling the grocery bags onto his forearms and offering a hand out to you. âIâll make dinner tonight.â
Thatâs not what you meant.
When you got to the house, stagnant air filled the house with tension filling in the empty corners. Gojo had become near silent, putting away the groceries with his lips pressed in a thin line and you thought you made him mad.Â
In reality, he was on the verge of tears because he didnât know how to make anything up to you. It was entirely his fault, the distance that forced you two apart. He was too focused on his missions to give a damn about how you felt, your feelings were rendered useless in his eyes. He was so used to arranged marriages in his clan that he never expected you to be so fragile, the frailness of a new life seeming to shock you.Â
And so he gave you space. He thought it was something you wantedâ something you needed after being forced to live with a big shot jujutsu sorcerer from Tokyo. He knew his life was drastically different from yours, you had stability from living peacefully with your clan. You were promised fortune and happiness and future children you could call your own, something you mustâve dreamed of. Gojo had nothing, his missions keeping him afloat as he danced in the midst of the curses who tried to test him; not to mention the wickedness of other clans threatening to clash with him.
All he really wanted was someone close enough to him that he could let his guard down without a second thought; his technique fading away and being replaced by your hands on him, tearing away at the fabric that made him whole. Heâs never felt like this before, the constant emotions flaring up his every sense and he nearly wiped out when he first saw you on the sidewalk, carrying the precious groceries to the train station. He couldnât keep his eyes off of you, the readying sensation of wanting to be the one who carried your bags and alleviate your stress, heâd likely let you step all over him like a doormat if it meant he could get close to you.
But he just couldnât.
âIâm going to see my clan leader tomorrow.â You expressed, seating yourself at the island in the kitchen. You had just showered, the muck of the menâs hand from earlier flooding down the drain and you sighed in relief as you felt more like yourself again. Gojo had swapped his sunglasses for his blindfold, his hair sticking straight up in light of the band wedging his bangs off of his forehead. He was still in the same attire though, the dusked sleeves rolled up messily against his arms as he meticulously cut vegetables for dinner. When he registered your words, the knife in his hand faltered.
âWould they even let you come back?â Gojo sulked, mixing the sliced veggies with the accompanying sauce that sat on the stove. âClans are very unforgiving, you know. I donât think youâd survive if you went home.â
âI donât know.â You really didnât, all they taught you was to be praising of the Gojo clan member you marry; your whole life had been to practically worship him on your hands and knees. Not that youâve done thatâ the hands and knees part wouldâve been nice though in practice.
âWe donât have to talk about this now.â Gojo turned towards you, leaning over the island with a spoon in his hand. âHere, taste this for me.â
A blend of spices hit your tongue as you savored the sauce from the dip of the spoon, looking up at him as you did so. You could feel the cursed energy flowing from him and it made you waver slightly as you made to say that he was a good cook. As he moved back into front of the stove, you swore you saw a small blush creep up his cheeks.
A bit of silence followed and you decided to help out with dinner, picking out some other ingredients for him to use. As you opened the refrigerator to scour the shelves, Gojo cleared his throat as he peeled the outside of an onion. âWhat do you expect from a husband?âÂ
Your head peeked over the fridge towards him in utter shock. You thought you werenât going to talk about pointless intentions, your mind having been set on leaving. âWhat?â
âHuh, I gotta repeat myself?âÂ
âNo, I heard you. Let me think for a second.âÂ
The first thing that popped into your mind was intimacy. A husband should provide a sense of intimacy that no one but him should give you; the very essence of a human relationship. This didnât have to include sexual relations, but in your case you wanted it to. It would be nice if he held your hand during outings and offered sentimental gestures like flowers and a hushed compliment every now and then. But the feeling you really craved was his hands against your thighs, digging into your flesh as his mouth hovered over every place it could reach with a pointed tongue and his eyes boring up towards yours, a smirk prominent on his lips as you quivered under his touch.
Dejection sat heavy in your heart just then, reminding you that he hasnât done any of those things.
The fridge wafted over you with a cold atmosphere and you pushed the thought out of your head, shutting the door mindlessly. You watched Gojo add the rest of the ingredients to the pan and he washed the cutting board he used with a hum, presumably giving you time to think over your answer.
But you lost your train of thought and after a minute of just standing there with a blank face, he spoke up in an amused tone. âYou gonna answer me, sweetheart?â
âDo you not want to have sex with me?âÂ
âWhere did that come from?â A quiet chuckle escaped him as he dried his hands of excess water, leaning against the island with his hip. He tossed the towel down on the counter, crossing his arms with a coy smile. âI should be asking you that question.âÂ
âI thought you didnât care or something was wrong with me. That you didnât want me, that I was just some offer that my clan made you-â You started, emotions flowing through your system as tears threatened to spill again. Your voice broke off in the midst of the sentence and you gasped for air as you tried not to cry. You didnât realize how broken you felt until now as it trudged up towards the surface and you vaguely registered Gojo moving towards you, his smirk disappearing with a quiet coo.Â
His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug and you froze when you heard his heartbeat against your ear. âY/N, I wanted you from the moment I saw you walking down the aisle.â
âSatoruâŚâ You whispered into his chest and he shushed you, his strong arms hauling you onto the island and you sat eye level with him and he bended slightly down in front of you. You had the genius idea to remove his blindfold with lithe fingers, hooking them and pulling upwards to reveal the vividness hiding underneath. His hair fell against his eyes and he smiled at you warmly as he blinked his eyes a bit, getting used to the extra exposure of light.Â
Your head was swimming at his confession, the memory of walking down in your white dress crossing your mind fondly. And him in his pristine black suit with a pearly blue tie, sticking out like a sore thumb mind you, his eyes had draped against you as your clan leader gave you away. You never recognized his awe of you as you were shaking like a leaf when you first saw his demeanor; the intense refined energy whirling off of him nearly made you trip down the aisle.Â
âPlease, just let me make it up to you.â Gojo whispered as you folded his blindfold into his pocket, leaning into your space with his arms braced on either side of you on the counter. âBefore you leave me, let me give you one good night. Though, thatâs a severe understatement if you know what I mean.â
Before you could answer him, his lips had found yours with lenience hanging by a thread. Immediately resting your hands against the back of his neck, you enclosed them and pulled him closer to you with a feeling yearning so deeply inside you. It made your entire body shudder with want, his words running circles in your mind as you let his tongue slip in with growing fervor. Gojoâs hands found your waist, holding you steady as you edged yourself away from him.Â
â-toru, -toru, wait.â You pulled back and he made a short noise of discontent, instead latching his lips against your neck. âD-Dinner?âÂ
âOh, right.â He muttered into your skin with a displeased groan. In one fluid motion, he turned off the stove and carried you by the grace of one arm. âThatâs not what I want right now.âÂ
As he walked the both of you up the stairs to the loft, you clung onto him like a lifeline and even as he laid you down against the bed, your hands never left a part of his body. You needed to be close to him, needed this one chance for him to change your mind; in truth you didnât want to leave him. But it made him move like clockwork, huh?
Who knew all you had to do was cry?Â
Gojo hovered above you and God, you didnât realize how massive his frame was against yours until he was on top of you. His broad shoulders basically caged you in, keeping you safe underneath him as his tongue found your collarbone and lapped at it slowly. Your hands flew to his hair with a quiet moan, tangling in the fluffy snow of it and he hummed delightfully at your response. His hands played with the seams at the bottom of your shirt and his eyes darted to yours, asking for permission.Â
Offering a quick âyesâ, you felt your shirt lift up carefully and his hands instantly roamed underneath, focusing on the way you had no bra on. How wonderful it was that you were comfortable in that sense with him, his fingers tweaking your nipple lightly as he studied you for a reaction. A peaked whimper left your mouth and your eyes slipped shut, your back arching slightly into his touch. Gojo felt the heavy ache of his cock, pressing harshly against the front of his trousers and he honestly didnât think he could get this hard. But you were just so pliant, every single touch enacts a spark from you and he wished he made his move sooner.Â
He couldâve been buried in you every waking moment you were with him for the past two months and he wished he could go back in time and beat himself up for being such a fucking idiot.Â
â-toruâŚâ You moaned out as his mouth latched onto your nipple now after he fully pulled your shirt off, his teeth grazing the bud and he had to press his palm against his cock to calm down as you whimpered out little pleas. Pleas that were music to his ears, your hands pulling his down towards your precious cunt and all he wanted to do was sink in.Â
But he had to stop himself from just going in blind with you; it was your first time after all. Gojo didnât want to scare you away because of his sheer desperation, it was his own fault that he made you wait so long. It wasnât about him, he needed to make sure you saw stars tonight.Â
âFuck, want to hear those pretty whimpers for the rest of my life.â He breathed out as his fingers traced your clothed cunt, teasing it with a hard stroke upwards towards your clit. Gojo hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts and again with a questioning look pleaded for an answer. You rewarded him with a quick nod and he pulled them out with ease, his jaw dropping a bit as he noticed how wet you were already. It practically seeped out of you and he held back a groan as he swiped a finger through it.Â
âGod, didnât think a pussy could get this wet.â He uttered under his breath, sucking his finger into his mouth to clean it off. âAnd Iâve seen my fair share.âÂ
âSatoru.â You frowned at him, sitting up on your elbows. âDid you have to add that last part?âÂ
âSorry, baby. Your pussyâs the prettiest, I promise.â He reassured with a smirk, bending down to face your cunt.
He teased his tongue against your clit experimentally and groaned into you as you reacted exactly how he expected you to, your hands clutching at his hair again. He ran his arms underneath your thighs, rubbing softly at your hips as he pulled you more onto him. Gojo licked a fat stripe up your entire cunt this time, lapping at the arousal that flooded out of you with satisfaction. You moaned out, your head tipping back and your hips rolled against his face subconsciously as he fucked his tongue into you feverishly. His nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it subtly as he pointed his tongue into you and you could already feel your orgasm rushing up your spine.Â
â-toru, hold onâŚ. Fuck, too fast, wait!â You whined out, trying to push him away so you didnât cum all over his face but his grip on you became tight and his fingers dug into the tops of your thighs, his forearms cradling the backs of them. His eyes met yours as he noticed you quiver, the blinding blue heavy with lust and nothing couldâve stopped you then. You came all over his face with a tremble, the tightness in your tummy unraveling like a ribbon and Gojo moaned into your cunt as your thighs squeezed against him.
âShouldâve mentioned my tongueâs won an award.â He stupidly quipped afterwards and you burst out laughing once you caught your breath, the mood having lightened much more to your benefit. You could learn to love his idiot, if this is how everyday was supposed to be. You noticed the glisten that shielded his lower face and he grinned at you, his cheeks flushed hot.
âWhat, for talking shit?â You teased as he wiped his mouth with the inside of his shirt before pulling it off, his abs suddenly on display and you almost choked.Â
âHey now, I donât talk shit. Unless itâs about Utahime.â Gojo retorted with a chuckle, moving to unzip his trousers.Â
You stopped him and he looked at you confused but when your fingers ran against the outline of his cock, his eyes widened. He was fucking huge though you had nothing to compare it to and honestly you didnât need to to know that he was gonna stretch you open with one shallow thrust. You unzipped his trousers, his clothed cock much more prominent in front of you now and you palmed him lightly, silently gauging his reaction. A quiet groan escaped him and his eyes fluttered shut as you pulled him out of his boxers. And holy fuck, heâs supposed to fuck you with this?Â
How was it going to fit? Gojo was so goddamn lengthy and wrapped your hand around him carefully, testing the waters as one of his hands rested against your shoulder. âY-Y/NâŚâ
âYeah?â You breathed, running your hand up his shaft towards the tip, the crown of it and he shudderedâ he fucking shuddered from your touch and he inhaled sharply, his mouth falling open.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to. Tonightâs supposed to be about you.â Gojo bit back a moan as you started to pump him through his words, tracing some of his veins with the extent of your eyes.
âI want to, trust me.âÂ
Before you really knew what you were doing, you took him into your mouth and Gojoâs hands flew to the top of your head quickly, a breathy moan emitting from him. âHoly shit, Y/N, holy fucking shit.â
You enveloped his cock in your warmth and he tangled his fingers into your hair shakily, the sensation sending warning signals flying to his brain as he tried his best not to just buck into your mouth. You sucked him down like a champ, and who the fuck taught you to do that, he thought vaguely with breathy moans falling from his mouth. He couldnât help it, your mouth felt so good around him and itâs been forever since someoneâs tended to him like this.
âOh God, you have such a dirty mouth, huh baby? Who taught you how toâ fuck, suck me off like that?â He moaned out, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked down at you and you scowled at him in return. You swallowed around him, listening to his whimpers and you noticed that his thighs had started to shake lightly.Â
Fuck, you were going to make him come just from this. âShit, keep going babyâŚplease, sweetheart.â
You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, lying heavily against your tongue and you lapped at it with a hefty moan. You hollowed your cheeks and took him as deep as he could possibly go and you felt his hips start to move languidly, fucking himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged around him, feeling the wet slick of your saliva on his cock drag against your lips and his grip tightened in your hair. Gojo set a relentless pace for you, rutting in with vigor and you felt him tremble above you with a rushed groan following, his hips stilling.Â
You did not expect such a bitter taste, his cum flooding into your mouth in viscous ropes and you pulled off of him with a gasp. Some of it splattered on your face and you swallowed the load in your mouth a bit shocked. Your cunt suddenly ached with want, his whimpers and how his face contorted in pleasure replaying over and over and- â-toruâŚâ
âMm, âM sorry honey.â Gojo breathed out, his chest rising and falling and he swiped his finger through the splatter of cum across your cheek, reveling at how tainted you looked. Thank God he was the one to corrupt you, if it was anyone else he wouldnât have been able to handle it he thought. The way you looked below him, your tongue flush on his cock; heâd probably kill everyone if he couldnât see that again.Â
And thatâs right, you were his wife. His precious wife that he took for granted.
â-toru, please. I need you, your fingers-â Your pleas brought him back to his senses, the numb feeling of the past two months falling away as he helped you lay back on the bed. You looked absolutely wrecked, your lips red and as you pleaded, it came out in rasps.
âShh, itâs okay. Hold on, I got you.â Gojo had taken to your left side, making sure he had a good view of his fingers slipping inside you. As he pushed two inside, you keened at the feeling and your hips moved against them. He curled them upwards, grazing against your sweet spot lightly and you arched your back, your head falling against the feathery pillows with a wanton moan.Â
âWant my cock instead? Much better than my fingers, baby.â He cooed, his other hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it to full length again. It wasnât all that difficult to get hard again when you were splayed out in front of him like this, begging for him to do anything and everything. Before you even nodded, he was pulling off the rest of his clothing and hovering over you once more, pulling his fingers out of you with a dismissed moan coming from you.
As he positioned himself against your entrance, his eyes captured yours for the first time in a while and you felt your cheeks blush hot with embarrassment. You couldnât believe you were begging for this man, but then again you couldnât believe you werenât begging for him before.Â
âMight hurt a bit, but youâll be fine.â He warned as he prodded his tip into you slightly and you shuddered, holding onto his shoulder blades for support. He sunk further into you and about halfway in, a dull pain started to ache within you as he stretched you. You whimpered out and Gojo immediately stopped moving, slight concern spreading over his face. âAre you okay?âÂ
âShit, Satoru, youâre still not all the way in?â You whined and he merely chuckled, bottoming out with a shallow thrust that nearly brought you to tears. Gojo let out a breathy groan, his head lolling into the side of your neck and he kissed at your skin tenderly.Â
âI am now.â He sucked a bruise into the crevice of your neck as he waited for you to adjust, his cock twitching impatiently inside you. He could feel you squeezing him, clenching around him to get used to the feeling and every single time you did, it sent straight pleasure coursing through his veins. âFuck, tell me when I can moveâŚâ
âYou can moveâŚâ You managed to get out, your fingers running up his back with a delicate scratch.Â
âThank fuckââ Gojo groaned out loudly, pulling all the way out of you and thrusting in with one fluid motion. You cried out at the sudden movement, you didnât think heâd be so headstrong to fuck into you harshly without so much as a quick warning. âYou were driving me insaneâŚso fucking warm and tight for me.â
Gojo worked you open with his cock and you couldnât help the sounds that came out of you, quiet whimpers and pleas of his name, âsatoru, slow down a bit for meâ, and he did reluctantly but not before giving a few harsh thrusts into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around him, taking him in deeper and he groaned in your ear with a shudder as he gripped onto your thighs.
âStay just like that.â He whined in a merciful tone, his face now adjacent to yours and he gave you a spirited kiss, licking into your mouth with every damned thrust into your poor cunt. You both moaned into the kiss and he suddenly broke away to hoist your legs over his shoulders instead. âActually⌠fuck, this so much better.â
Gojo was able to aim dead against your sweet spot that lingered in the corners of your nerves and you arched as he did so, each perfect thrust relentlessly hitting it and your vision clouded with unbridled pleasure. He looked so godlike above you, sweat glistening against his chest and his white hair had begun to look quite damp with the same moisture, falling beautifully over his eyes; those were on another level and you had to look away so you didnât cum too quickly.
âAll for me? Say itâs all for me.â He had started to beg, ecstasy coursing through both of you now and all you cared about was your releases, the euphoric pressure climbing up your spines with every strike of his hips against yours.
âAll for you, -toru...â You babbled out as Gojo started rutting into you harshly, a quick rhythm picking up and your fingers welded into the sheets to keep yourself from hitting your head against the headboard. Your orgasm came crashing through you and you clenched around him as he buried into you with desperation.
âFuck yeah, all for me.â His mouth dropped open with a low drawn out groan and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, his eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm cascaded through him. He shallowly pumped into you, mixing the cum with your arousal and you whimpered at the feeling as you came down from your high. He pulled out with a quiet sigh, gently bringing himself down to kiss you promptly and laying on top of you with his head on your chest.Â
A couple minutes later, you felt his fingers trace over your burn mark that had scarred over on your arm. âIâm sorry I wasnât there for you.âÂ
You looked down at him, his eyes fixated on the mark and you tousled his hair a bit as you smiled at him. Exhaustion had begun to take over your senses and you yawned as you spoke. âItâs okay, Iâm just happy that you were on the same train.âÂ
âThatâs not what I meant.â Gojo was quiet, his eminence surrounding you in a veil. âPlease donât leave.âÂ
âI wasnât going to in the first place. You had already changed my mind when you said something about me not surviving in the clan.âÂ
He was quiet for a minute, registering what you just said. Then, you heard a cheeky laugh erupt from him.
âSo, my dick wasnât what changed your mind, huh. Guess we have to start over, donât we?â He said with a smirk holding in his voice and everything he had just felt, the sorrow and the panic disappeared as he started to kiss down your chest. He pinned your wrists down as he hauled himself back into a good position, face to face with you. Maybe you could get used to the piercing brightness of his eyes, the turquoise loving and cordial and everything in between staring back at you in the way youâve always wanted.
âGojo Satoru, youâve got quite a big ego don't you?â
âPerks of being the one and only.â He pressed a light kiss on your lips, his hands brushing over your body. âWell, maybe not for long.â
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Firefighter!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: A question has the power to ruin a whole marriage. After you ask if he's having an affair, Toji is so upset that he canât look at you for too long. Until a tragedy happens and heâs reminded that he canât fathom the thought of living without you.
Warnings: MDNI, firefighter!Toji, talks of cheating, house fire, silent treatment, hurt/comfort, smut, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking, breeding kink, cream pie, shower sex, semi-public sex (fire station bathroom), pregnancy reveal (at the end)
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âI missed you, honey.â Toji plops down on the bed, throwing his arm over you. You bite down your lip, holding back tears as you think of the worst. Your husband is a firefighter, heâs always worked long irregular hoursâ But he feels distant lately, leading you to believe something is up. Something thatâs heart wrenching, even if youâre just wrapping your head around it.
You really canât help but think of the worst, even when Toji has shown you nothing but love. Heâs the best husband you could ask for, yet you find yourself scrolling through his phone while he sleeps. The only thing that Tojiâs done is work⌠Yet you wonder if he has someone else since heâs barely home. The fact that youâve read how firemen cheat a lot doesnât really help you either.
His thumb begins to caress your cheek before he whispers, âAre you asleep?â
You donât answer, letting him believe that you are. He whispers the same three little words before kissing your forehead, making it infinitely harder for you to hold back your tears. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, holding back a sob as tears begin to stream down your face. You canât fight them back no matter how hard you try.Â
âWhatâs wrong, darling?â He asks, feeling your hot tears on his fingertips. âDid something happen? Why are you crying?â
âIâm fine.â You answer, turning so youâre not facing him. But itâs obvious that youâre not fine, if you were you wouldnât be crying. Toji wouldnât usually push you to tell him if youâre in a bad mood, but youâre crying so something is clearly wrong and he wants to help. He wonders if itâs something he did wrong, and if itâs that, he wants to fix it.
âLetâs talk so I can help you.â He sounds concerned, and you begin to feel dumb for crying. Toji pulls you close to him, kissing your shoulder, his hands going under your shirt so his thumbs can trace lazy circles on your skin.Â
âTojiâŚâ You begin, and he patiently waits for your next words. Time feels eternal to him, wondering whatâs bugging his precious wife. You sit up on the bed, taking a moment to gather your feelings. You donât want to become a sobbing mess while speaking to him.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He asks, following your lead and sitting up as well. He rubs your back, attempting to help you calm down. You take a deep breath before you spit the words out, knowing that dragging it out will make the moment even more interminable for the both of you.
âAre you having an affair?â The words are incoherent since you talk too fast. Toji furrows his brows, confused as to what you said. He asks you to repeat what you just said, slowly, and you regret repeating it so he understands.Â
âAm IâŚâ What?â His face contorts, offended by the mere question. The mere thought would be a disgrace to Toji, and heâd repent a thousand times before thinking again. You bite your tongue, not daring to speak again. He scoffs, âThis is⌠Unbelievable.â
âIâm sorry.â You donât waste a second, but that doesnât fix the mess that you just caused. You donât know what youâve just caused, it could just be the downfall of your marriage. Maybe any other time Toji would be understanding and reassuring, but youâre not seeing that heâs doing all this for you.
âDo you really think so little of me?â He begins and you frantically shake your head, wanting to make it clear that you didnât mean it. Your words wonât leave your throat though, and thatâs not helping your case. He scoffs again. âI devote my whole life to you, and this is what you ask meâŚâ
âToji, Iâ Iâm sorry, I really am. Iâve just been seeing a lot of how firemen tend to cheat, and youâve just been away lately so⌠I just thoughtââ Youâre all over the place, and Toji grows even more annoyed with every sound that leaves your lips. Heâd never think that he would feel like this about your voice, but he canât stand to listen to it.
âSo you just thought Iâd be a dirty piece of shit and do that to you. Got it. So nice to see what the love of my life thinks of me.â Toji answers, standing up from the bed and grabbing his pillow. He canât sleep next to you tonight. The couch will do for tonight⌠And for a couple of days after that.Â
Your bottom lip quivers as you think of how to stop him and how to properly apologize. Youâre in the wrong, you know you are, but you canât speak up. Toji sighs before he begins to walk out of your bedroom. Youâve had many arguments, but never did they end up with him walking out of your shared bedroom and going to the living room to sleep. He tries to talk it out before going to sleep, and if that doesnât work, you sleep with your backs facing each other (even though in the morning you wake up cuddled up). Heâs clearly upset, and you have no idea how to solve it this time.
He slams the door shut, and you blankly stare for a minute before laying back down on the bed. The crying doesnât stop though, instead it gets worse since you know youâve fucked up.
Toji leaves the kitchen and goes to the backyard when you begin to walk to him. He leaves his morning coffee on the counter, a hot cup that he just served to get his morning started. You didnât expect him to react this badly but you understand. If he had accused you of cheating, you wouldnât be too forgiving either.Â
A sigh leaves your lips knowing that your day just started but itâs already a shitty one. You pour yourself a cup of coffee before going to the glass sliding door to watch what your husband does. He cleans up anything that looks out of place, doing stuff that neither of you ever do.Â
You start off your day without speaking to each other, and you think of ways to make it up to him. Thankfully, you have all the time in the world to think about what to do, until you finally land on cooking his favorite meal and taking it to his job. He works a long shift today, and he didnât pack anything to go. Knowing him, Toji will just end up eating instant or something of that sort. Heâs content with it but you know heâd prefer something made by you.
So you cook something for him, one of his favorite meals, saving up the dish that he absolutely loves for dinner. You never really liked the saying that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but itâs fitting for Toji. You make an effort to dress up and look good for himâ In other words, youâre doing everything in your power to make him happy with you again.Â
All eyes are on you when you get to the fire station. Toji seemingly didnât hold back on your argument from last night, and you feel as if everyone is judging you. You canât exactly be upset at him for it, youâve been cursing yourself since last night for bringing it up. But you canât help but feel insecure.
Lately you feel as if youâve changed a lot from the woman that Toji loves, and the fact that heâs been working so much doesnât really ease your nerves. Yes, you shouldâve communicated with him better instead of straight up asking if he was having an affair, but you werenât thinking straight when the question left your lips. It shouldnât matter what they think anyway, youâre here to amend your problems, which half of their partners wouldnât even bother.
You get to the kitchen, finding some of his co-worker but not him. Their eyes fall on the bag you hold, and they begin salivating at the mere thought of the food thatâs inside. If Toji doesnât want it, theyâll take it.Â
âIs he in the training room?â You ask after a simple greeting. They nod in response, and you put the bag on the counter. You point at it, warning them, âThatâs for Toji. Donât touch it unless he doesnât want it.â
âYes, maâam.â They answer, mentally praying that Toji isnât hungryâ Or that heâs too mad that he rejects it. They donât care about the cause, they just want to eat Tojiâs food.Â
Just as you expected, Toji works out in the training room, wearing his uniform pants and a black undershirt. He lifts himself up, a grunt leaving his mouth which lets you know that heâs been at it for a while. You donât mean to interrupt him, leaning on the door frame watching him workout. Itâs a rare sight⌠And itâs certainly doing something to you. You feel your face and body get warm, erotic thoughts filling your mind.
You force yourself to look away, youâre here to apologize to your husband, you canât let other thoughts fill up your mind. Your main and only focus is getting Toji to forgive you. You end up clearing your throat, and Tojiâs eyes land on you. He lets go.
âWhy are you here?â He doesnât bother to greet you. Your presence isnât welcome today, at least thatâs what he makes it sound like. He needs time away from you to calm down and gather his thoughts, but he canât exactly do that with you here. âAre you keeping tabs on me now?â
âIâm just dropping lunch off for you, Toji. Nothing else.â You answer. You bite down your lip, knowing you should say more; you should apologize. You have no idea why, but apologies are so fucking hard. You know youâre in the wrong, but no matter how horrible you feel, admitting youâre wrong just doesnât come easy. You did it last night without a problem, but today itâs hard.
âIs that all?â He asks, and you shake your head. You have more to say, you just have to take a moment before saying it. Toji watches you, waiting for your apology.
âIâm sorry for what I said last night. I shouldnât have said that.â You say, and Toji isnât satisfied with the answer. You shouldnât have just said that, the thought shouldnât have even crossed your mind. âI donât know what came over me⌠I just feel so insecure as I get older and change. Iâve been changing in so many ways, and I feel so different from the woman that you once fell in love with.â
âAnd you just thought that Iâm so horrible that the slightest change would make me look for someone else?â Heâs getting even more upset. You have valid reasons to feel the way youâre feeling, and he partially understands but Toji canât find himself to tell you that he somewhat gets it. He just hates that you even thought heâd do something like that to you when he would burn the world just to see you smile.
âItâs not like that, Tojiââ You take a deep breath. âIâve just been in my head, and youâve also been working a lot and Iâve felt you distant which doesnât really help⌠Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât understand how upsetting it is to hear my own wife say that. Iâd do just anything for you andââ He begins but he canât bring himself to finish his sentence. An exasperated sigh leaves his lips and he shakes his head. âI need time. Just leave. Iâll see you at home.â
âTojiâŚâ You begin, but you end up nodding. âI left some food for you in the kitchen. Love you.â
He hums in response, going back to his work out. Now that stings.Â
Toji regrets giving his wife the silent treatment the moment thereâs an emergency in his home. His heart completely stops beating for a moment, regretting not talking to you for a couple of days. He feels as if the firetruck moves slower today, which makes him want to get out and run to you to assure your safety.Â
A million thoughts run through his head, wondering what happened. But thatâs not what bothers him the most. The thought of your last interaction ending in you telling him you love him and him not answering back will haunt him forever. If something happens to you, heâd never forgive himself.
Thereâs a couple of neighbors huddled up outside, watching the flames that are on the left side of the house. Toji doesnât really have time to watch, he runs into the house to search for you. He feels as if his heart is in his throat, ready to leave his body until he finally finds out. Youâre passed out on the bathroom floor but thankfully away from the fire.
He throws you over his shoulder and carries you out. He gets you to the paramedics, and stays by your side, knowing that everything else is under control. Time goes so slow yet so fast while the paramedics check you, and while youâre out of danger, heâs more nervous than before. The saddest tears spill from his eyes, yet they hold so much relief when heâs assured that youâre okay. The situation couldâve ended much worse, but thankfully youâre okay.Â
Toji has many questions about the situation, wondering what couldâve possibly happened for you to pass out on the bathroom floor like you did. But he doesnât worry about the details, he doesnât care that half of his house is burned, heâs just happy that youâre safe. Your safety is all that matters.Â
When you gain consciousness, youâre bombarded with love from Toji. Toji is off work for a week to make sure that youâre okay, after all, you did faint in the bathroom which caused half of your home to burn down. Tojiâs love is weird though, at least compared to before. Toji isnât verbal with his love, he shows it to you physically. However, the week that he stays by your side, Toji doesnât touch you in any way.Â
Toji views you as fragile, even though you assured him that you were okay after going to the hospital. Itâs as if he doesnât believe you when you tell him that youâre okay, and it irks you. Maybe it irks you more than it should because whenever you try to initiate something with him, he turns you down.
When you kiss his exposed shoulder, hugging his waist from behind, giving him some sort of hint that you need to feel his touch, he stops you. He cuts you off with a yawn, telling you that heâs too tired to do anything. It leaves you frustrated in so many waysâ Not having sex isnât the part that annoys you the most, itâs the fact that Toji is coddling you.Â
Toji doesnât let you do anything he considers mildly dangerous, and he wonât talk about any topic that might upset you. Your argument before the fire hasnât been resolved yet since he dismisses it every time you try to apologize for it.Â
Toji acts as if heâs guilty of something but heâs done nothing wrong.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Toji asks. Last time he said similar words, his tone was harsher, his anger clear, but right now heâs concerned. Did something happen? You look fine as you sip on some tea⌠He just canât wrap his head around as to why youâre here.
âI think we should have a talk.â You answer. Maybe this could have waited until later, but heâs on a twenty four hour shift and you feel as if your thoughts are getting the best of you again. You watch as everyone scatters out of the kitchen, sensing that the topic that youâre going to talk about is something serious.
âYouâre just here to keep an eye on me, huh?â He jokes, followed by a lighthearted chuckle. You roll your eyes and he begins to walk away, âIâm going to take a shower, we can talk at home.â
You stand up, following behind him, calling out to him, âToji, câmon. We both know that youâre not going to talk when weâre at home. Itâs quick.â
Your words go ignored. Toji gets to the menâs bathroom, practically shutting the door in your face. You cross your arms, staring at the door. He knows youâre too much of a prude to enter the menâs room. You think about how Toji only takes ten minutes in the shower, but you have a feeling that heâll take at least an hour today. You think about leavingâ But no, youâre going to talk to him now. Whether he likes it or not.
You look both ways before barging into the manâs bathroom, and you feel your face get hot, embarrassment taking over you the moment you step a foot inside. Thereâs luckily no one inside, so you have no reason to actually be embarrassed. You lock the door behind you before looking for Toji. Your ears follow the sound of the water droplets that hit the ground until you land on the closed curtain.Â
âToji.â You call out his name, yet he doesnât answer. If itâs not him, you could crawl into a hole and die of shame, but you know itâs him. Thereâs no one else in here. âToji Fushiguro, I swearââ
You shut your eyes before you take a deep breath. You begin to get undressed, getting more and more irritated by the second. Once youâre completely bare, you open the shower curtain and enter the shower. You almost squeal at the cold water, but you get used to the feeling quickly. He lets out a low laugh when he feels your arms wrap around him, feeling your warmth behind him.
âYou should warn a guy. I almost punched you but then I felt a pair of boobs press against my back.â Toji says as you press a kiss on his wet back. He heard you call out his name, he knew it was you. Toji isnât deaf even though he loves to pretend like he is hard of hearing.
âIâll fucking kill you. I called out your names a couple of times.â You tell him. Heâs smiling as he turns around to face you. He kisses the top of your head as you hug him tight, and it feels like the first touch youâve gotten from him after some time. It makes you feel warm inside, a smile unwillingly coming to your lips. âNow you have to talk to me.â
âIsnât that what we do daily.â Toji answers, and your bottom lip sticks out.
âAbout serious matters, Toji.â You respond, and a sigh leaves his lips. He canât escape thisâ Although he isnât exactly upset with the situation. âCâmon. Iâm fine, am I not? We can talk. You were upset before.â
âYeah⌠But I overreacted.â He replies. He had the right to be upset, but he regrets not saying that he loves you back. He canât forgive himself for almost letting your last real interaction end with him just humming when you told him you loved him. âYou tried to talk to me and I was⌠A little bitch.â
âA little bitch, really?â You canât help but giggle. He couldâve used any other words to describe himself. âIâm glad you came to your senses.â
âBut look what had to happen for me to use my brain.â Tojiâs fingers caress your back. You press a kiss on his chest before your hands go to the back of his neck, pulling his head down so you can kiss his lips.Â
âYou were rightfully upset⌠You did drag it out a bit though.â You tell him, and he laughs. He did. He had your perspective and he still treated you harshly. He canât help but think that this whole incident wouldnât have happened if he treated you better in that moment. He also thinks that youâre hiding something from him about your health because last time you were honest with him, he had a bad reaction.
âAre you really okay, though? Is there anything wrong with your health?â He asks, and you shake your head in response. Itâs the truth, youâre more than okay. But it isn't so easy to believe that, after all, you wouldnât have fainted if your health was completely fine.Â
âIâm more than okay.â You reassure him. You press your lips against his again. âWhy are you so⌠Distant?â
âWhat do you mean distant?â He furrows his brows in confusion. If anything, heâs closer to you than ever. You bite down your lip before you say,
âThis is the longest youâve held me ever since our argument⌠You donât try to touch me anymore.âÂ
âIâŚâ He begins, and you watch his eyes tear up. You didnât mean for that to happen. You peck his lips, hoping that itâll make the tears go away. He smiles before telling you, âIâm just an idiot.â
âIs that all you have to say?â You ask him. He canât bring himself to say it. He felt too guilty to touch you. He couldâve avoided it all. A simple kiss just takes him back to that momentâ He feels unworthy of you and of your touch. But right now he feels different. He shouldâve told you he loved you back. All his hopes and dreams with you almost slipped away, and heâs at fault for that. He hums in response, thatâs all heâs willing to share.Â
âDid you lock the door before coming in here?â He changes the topic. A mischievous look comes to your face, which is the answer to his question. He doesnât waste a second before his lips land on yours, his tongue moving past your parted lips and into your mouth. You pull him closer to you as your tongue presses against his.Â
Tojiâs hand goes down and grabs a handful of your ass before he practically pushes you against the wall of the shower. The kiss gets more heated by the second, and every ounce of shame leaves your body as you feel his hot hands on your now cold body. He manages to set your body on fire even in such cold water.
âI need you so badly.â You mutter when he pulls away from your lips, kissing your jaw following down your neck. His hands fondle your breast as your hand goes down to his erection. Even in cold water you get him so fucking hard. His index finger and thumb pinch one of your nipples, while he kisses down your neck and to your chest. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, and he sucks.
You begin to stroke his cock, eager to feel him inside of you. You need his touch now more than ever. Youâre needy. Tojiâs hand goes down to your cunt, two fingers running through your folds, making your thighs squeeze out of pure excitement. Toji unlatches, getting down to his knees to do what he shouldâve done a long time ago.
He kisses your clit before his tongue runs through your folds. Heâs fucking missed your tasteâ And the way you softly moan when his tongue moves on your cunt. His tongue focuses on your clit while two of his fingers tease the entrance of your cunt.Â
He pushes two fingers in, making a breathy moan leave your lips. Your hand slaps over your mouth, remembering the place youâre at. They canât hear you, youâre safe, but panic still sets in. Toji stops flicking your clit to tell you, âI need to hear you, baby. Want you to be loud.â
âNot here, Toji.â You whisper, cut off by a moan as his fingers curve so they brush against your sweet spot. Tojiâs mouth doesnât waste time going back to your cunt, quickly getting used to the taste and not being able to stay away from it for too long. You canât help but mutter, âYouâre doing so goodâ FuckâŚâ
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Toji does everything in his power to make you feel on cloud nine. The best way he knows how to apologize. You canât argue with it, not when youâre on the verge of screaming his name because heâs making you feel so good.
Heâs working you up, leading you up to your climax. The pressure on your lower abdomen builds up and just as your release nears, he pulls his fingers out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. He rises from between your legs, his lips messily kissing yours again.
âNeed to feel you around me, baby.â Tojiâs voice and actions are filled with desperation. You canât judge him because you feel the same way. Toji runs the tip of his cock through your folds before reaching the entrance. He slaps the tip on your cunt, teasing you. He would almost make you beg for it, but he canât wait any longer. He slowly pushes himself in, hissing as he feels your cunt take him in.
He gives you a moment to adjust to the sudden change before he begins to thrust in and out of you. Youâre struggling, holding back moans in the back of your throat. Itâs hard when his cock feels so perfect inside of you.
âItâs so good, Toji.â Youâre so quiet, he fucking hates it. He loves when youâre loud, letting him know just how good you feel because of him. Itâd be so embarrassing for his co-workers to hear, but fuck, is it painful to not hear your sweet voice.
Tojiâs hand goes to your throat, lightly squeezing. His index and middle finger go up and reach your lips, and as soon as your mouth slightly parts, the two fingers enter your mouth. His lips go down to kiss your shoulder before he bites down. He canât help but tell you, âYou feel so perfect around me, baby.âÂ
âToji-â You sound so pathetic. He wants to hear you scream his name, but he knows you wonât. Itâs surprising that youâre even doing this with him. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, moving them down to play with your clit. You moan his name again, but louder.
âNeed to tell you how much I love you.â Tojiâs lips go to your ear. He moans in your ear as he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and fuck, he knows he wonât last long. Youâre just so nice and warm around him, he swears this is heaven. âNeed to give you all my cum, baby. Youâd like that? You want my cum, baby?â
âI need your cum, Toji.â You begin to squeeze around him. Toji loves to tease you about knocking you up, and it always riles you up. You shut your eyes as your hands go into his shoulders and your nails dig into his soft flesh. Youâre so close to your release.
âIâll give it to you, baby. Iâll knock you up.â He watches your face filled with pleasure. Itâs taking everything in him to not lose control.
âToji!â You see white, reaching your climax. He holds on to you as your legs become weak for that moment.Â
He keeps moaning into your ear and telling you, âNeed to knock up your sweet little pussy.â
His thrusts become unregulated. He doesnât want to stop now but he does have to go back to work before an emergency pops up. He wishes he could spend all day beside you, making you feel so good. Toji finally moans your name, as his warm cum fills you up.
You spend a moment in silence, hearing the water hit the ground before he pulls out. You quietly clean yourselves up, and you almost gag knowing that youâll be smelling like a three-in-one old spice body wash for the rest of the day.
âHow am I going to sneak out of here, Toji?â You ask when he turns off the faucet. He shrugs in response. Maybe getting in the shower with him wasnât the best idea. Your wet hair is a dead giveaway at the fact that you were doing something that you werenât supposed to be doing.Â
Toji gives you the towel that he was going to use, while drying himself up with the towel that was meant for his hair. He picks up your clothes from the floor, setting them down on the sink. âJust ignore them. We werenât the first people to do this, and I doubt weâll be the last.â
âItâs still embarrassing.â You respond, and Toji furrows his brows in confusion before a chuckle escapes his lips.
âGood thing it wasnât my idea. Let me remind you that you came in uninvited. Plus, they should be understanding since half of our house is getting renovated.â Toji answers, making you roll your eyes. Your bedroom and bathroom is still intact, itâs really no excuse.
âYeah, whatever.â You arenât exactly too upset since things are back to being somewhat normal. You begin to put your clothes back on, as Toji mindlessly watches you. You tilt your head to the side before asking, âIs everything okay?â
âI know Iâm all talk and shit about knocking you up butâŚâ He begins, and itâs an unexpected topic. Youâre fighting back a smile as you hear him say, âDonât you want to start a family soon?â
âOh, Toji.â You finish putting on your shirt, stepping closer to him and kissing his cheek. It's a weird response⌠Is that a yes? He thinks so at least. âIâve been keeping something from you.â
âHuh?â Heâs scared of what youâre going to say next. âWhatâŚ?â
âWhen I went to the doctor, there wasnât anything wrong with me exactly⌠Nothing concerning.â You begin, and he grows impatient as he waits for you to get to the point. âI was feeling dizzy and all while cooking so I thought going to the bathroom and washing my face real quick would help me, but I fainted.â
��Yeah, I know that. Youâve told me a couple of times.â He interrupts you since heâs too impatient. âWhat are you keeping from me?â
âIâm pregnant.â You blurt out, and Tojiâs eyes widen. Are his ears deceiving him? He stares at you in shock for a moment before you repeat, âIâm pregnant, Toji.â
âIââ Heâs speechless. He canât say anything, but he can wrap his arms around you and kiss all over your face. This news is the best news heâs gotten in his lifeâ Sure he was expecting this to happen a couple months into the future, but he certainly isnât upset about it. He tells you over and over again, âThank you, my love.â
You were worried about his reaction because your life isnât all that ideal right now, but heâs over the moon. And so are you. Tojiâs nose is nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you. He holds still for a moment, until you finally tell him, âGo put on some clothes, Toji. Half of your dick is still hanging out.â
âWait for me so I can escort you out.â He responds. Itâs like he wants to parade you after fucking you in the bathroom.Â
He smirks at you. Thatâs exactly what he wants to do.
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being a jujutsu sorcerer and a parent rarely ends well. sorcerers who have to fight for their lives everyday barely have any time and energy even for themselves. adding babies to the picture is hard to imagine.
but gojo was determined to balance his work and personal life when you entered his life, which is why he has a baby girl strapped to his chest as he holds up his hand and crosses his fingers, already to send a special grade curse into his domain.
"daddy~" his baby babbles, cheek squished against his purple uniform.
"yes, baby?" gojo smiles down at his baby and gently sweeps her hair out of her eyes. he pays little to no attention to the curse, who had already spread out their domain and is currently sending wave after wave of attacks, all of which gojo repels with a touch. "this is domain expansion," he gently explains to her, smirking at the curse who is obviously offended that he wasn't taking them seriously. "in a second, you're gonna see daddy's domain."
his baby blinks and shuffles around in the strap, whining a bit as she tries to get comfortable. for all she knows, it's too dark and hot and she misses mommy's smell.
before she knows it, the space around her begins to look like the night sky, and she can't see the curse anymore.
"this is my domain," her daddy says, but she misses seeing the sun. why is it nighttime all of the sudden?
"nooo" she whines as she kicks around. where's the ice cream he promised her earlier? and where is mommy? she doesn't want to go to sleep yet!
"not easily impressed, hm?" he laughs, protectively holding his baby's head against his chest as he closes up his domain after finishing off the curse.
"let's go get ice cream, yeah?" he ruffles her hair and holds up her hands, dancing them up in the air with a huge grin. the sunlight hits her face again and a smile quickly reappears. "you did so good today. did you learn a lot about jujutsu fights today? did'ja enjoy our little adventure together?"
"ice cweam" she smiles, doing a few happy kicks. and that's how the tradition of getting ice cream after missions started for the daddy-daughter pair.
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thinking about you going up to three broad shouldered men in a bar because your crazy ex/some random creep/etc is following you and you beg them to pretend they know you. You slide into the empty space at the table theyve commandeered and right as the other guy comes up a scary looking big motherfucker with a balaclava and eyeblack slots himself right in next to you. You press yourself into his side when the creep comes up and you call Ghost your boyfriend, and Ghost (as you later learn to call him) grabs your hip possessively, tucking you in closer.
He doesn't let you go, later, when the creep fucks off. Instead, he slips your phone out of your pocket and puts his contact inside. Texts himself and slips it back into your pocket while making eye contact. Blows smoke in your face and snorts when you wave it away, huffing at him and sticking your cute little tongue out at him.
You have fun with the military men that night, Ghost even walks you home to feel safe. You wake up the next day, happy to be safe and sound, and go about your day. Forget all about Ghost for awhile, because he never texts you first.
Weeks later, youre in the middle of your kitchen when he walks in, a copy of your key in his hand. Slots himself in behind you and rests his chin on your head even when you panic and claw at him.
What? He's home now, came home to you, his partner. Just like you wanted, right? You wanted him, now you've got him.
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