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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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omg i need him so bad

SCREAM FOR ME!

SYNOPSIS...as you get ready for a Halloween party, you don’t notice a strange man watching you from across the street, waiting for the perfect moment to sneak into your house and play a little game

INFO...ghostface!toji x fem!reader, dark content, toji is a serial killer, stalking, intruding/home invasion, fear play, knifeplay, choking, pet names (sweetheart, baby, slut, good girl), ripping/cutting clothes, slight nipple play, blood play (toji licks your blood), praise, degradation, slapping, cutting your skin/marking, squirting, fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, finger sucking, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

a celebration post for reaching 6k! thank you sm!

You hummed along to your playlist as you sat at your vanity, dipping the mascara wand into the tube. You carefully applied the product on your false eyelashes, just to help lift them a little more. It was Halloween night and you lucky for you, you were invited to a Halloween party by your best friend. Of course, costumes were required. Though it was frigid outside, you still opted for the slutty costume—a bunny. It was basic, but it was the cheapest costume you could find. Anything that was above your price range was not worth it, especially if you’re only going to wear this once a year.

Applying the lipgloss to your lips, you cleaned up around the edges, making sure it didn’t look too messy. It was your first night going out in a while, and it’s been quite a while since you’ve slept with anyone too. You were hoping that tonight would be the night you’d bring someone back to your place, it was Halloween night after all, everyone is down for something. Screwing the top of the lipgloss back on, you threw it somewhere across your messy vanity before standing up from your seat, quickly running over to your closet to look for your bunny ears.

You were too busy trying to look all pretty, too busy getting dressed up to impress, that you didn’t notice the man standing across the street looking right into your bedroom window. He watched you, watched your every movement like a hawk watches its prey. He was hidden behind the tree, leaning up against the rough bark. He wasn’t too worried about anyone questioning him, it was pretty late at night and all the trick or treaters were tucked into bed, houses dimmed of light. Everyone was sound asleep, everyone except for you. He’s had his eye on you for quite some time, first noticing you at the grocery store, then at the park, then now in your home, in your slutty bunny costume as you got ready to go to some stupid party.

He’s been following you for weeks now, keeping tabs on you. He was even in line behind you one time, making sure to memorize your phone number when the cashier had asked if you had a rewards account with them. He saved it in his phone the moment he got into his car before following you home. How stupid you were to go out on a night like this. Don’t you know about the killings going on in the city only a few hours away from you? Didn’t you care about your safety? Clearly not. And clearly, to him, you were the perfect choice. He crossed the street to your house, slipping into the backyard where no one would see him.

“Finally,” you huff as you grabbed your bunny ears, slipping them onto your head, making sure not to mess up your hair. You walked over to the mirror, checking over your outfit one more time before your phone began to ring. Excitedly, you ran over to answer it, assuming it was your best friend. “Hey!”

“Hello,” A deep and gravely voice spoke. Your brows immediately furrowed at the unrecognizable voice and you pulled the phone away from your face to see it was an unknown number.

“Uh, who is this?” You asked, slowly walking around your room.

“I could ask you the same,” they responded.

“Listen, I think you have the wrong number.” You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed. As you walked over to grab your heels, your phone began ringing again. The unknown number displayed on your screen again as you stared down at it. Quickly, you pressed the decline button and went to putting your heels back on. Not even a second later, your phone was ringing again. With the roll of your eyes, you snatched your phone off of the bed and answered it. “Can you stop calling? I said you had the wrong number!”

“Do I, y/n?” Your eyes shot wide as you quickly stood to your feet. The sound of this persons voice sent chills right down your spine and goosebumps all over your body.

“How do you know my name? Faye, if this is you, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You slightly shouted, stomping over to your window, only to see the street was empty and her car wasn’t there.

“This isn’t Faye,” they chuckled.

“Who is this and how do you know my name?” You clenched your jaw as you slammed your window shut, locking it and pulling the blinds down. You started to grow paranoid, pacing back and forth in your bedroom.

“Me knowing your name should be the least of your worries.” The smirk was evident in their voice, almost like they were toying you, finding fun in the fear they struck into your heart.

“This isn’t funny, Faye! Haha, yeah it’s Halloween, you got me motherfucker. Now, cut the bullshit!” You spoke angrily.

“That’s not a nice name to call someone. You should know better. If you don’t play nice, then you’ll deal with the consequences,” the nearly said in a whisper.

“Fuck you!” You hung up the phone and immediately went to text Faye. The sound of the ringtone filled the silence of your room as you sat and watched your phone ring, chest heaving up and down and as you began to panic. “What the fuck do you want?!”

“I just want to play a game, that’s all,” he chuckled.

You spoke through gritted teeth, “what game?”

“Hot or cold,” he bluntly answered. “Right now you’re cold.”

Blinking several times, you let out a shaky breath as you placed your hand on your doorknob, slowly turning it, preparing for who or what could be on the other side. You clenched your eyes shut, silence on the other end of the phone as you swung the door open, only to be met with nothing. Standing there in your door way, you scanned the open area of your house, living room quiet as a mouse. Quickly, you darted over to your front door to make sure it was locked, which it was. “Still cold.” The deep voice caused you to jump.

“What…what am I looking for?” You hesitantly asked, stepping away from your front door. The wood creaked under your feet, careful not to trip in the heels you were wearing.

“Don’t worry about that.”

Slowly, you walked through your living room and towards the kitchen, eyes scanning everything in your sight. You took notice of the knife holder, making the decision to grab one. You held it in your hand tightly. “Warmer,” the voice spoke. Whatever this person was having you look for wasn’t in the kitchen, but it was close by. Though your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, the only thing that was left to check was the bathroom, spare bedroom, and the basement, which you surely weren’t going to check. The corridor leading towards those rooms seemed long and dark, only adding to the fear coursing through your body. “What’s wrong? Scared?”

You ignored his patronizing remarks, stepping down the quiet hallway. A creek from upstairs caused you to stop in your tracks, making you look up from your position. Was this person making you look for them? Were they in your house? The house was still as you stepped further, standing in front of the bathroom door. “Warmer.” With the knife in your hand and phone in the other, you hurriedly opened the door, rushing to move the shower curtain to the side.

“Where are you, fucker?” You asked, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead as you walked back into the hall. Whoever was on the other end of the phone was just messing with you. They weren’t here. They weren’t anywhere near you. Walking to the spare bedroom the voice spoke, “hot.” You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t afraid, even with defense. Trying to trick yourself into thinking this person was just pranking you was barely working. “Open it,” he demanded.

The palms of your hands were sweating, a clear sign of your fear, but you still placed your hand on the knob. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating, it felt like you were suffocating. Without thinking, you open the door, nothing but darkness. You flipped on the light, still nothing. “Tricked you.”

“Where the fuck are you? Stop messing around with me! Who even is this, huh?” You started yelling over the phone. You began to walk out of the spare bedroom when suddenly the basement door flew open, almost hitting you in the face. You let out a scream as a dark figure came into view, all you could see was a white ghost mask. Immediately, you dropped your phone making a run for it to the spare bedroom behind you. With the knife still in your hand, you tried to quickly shut and lock the door behind you, only to struggle as the intrude fought back, their strength overpowering yours as they crashed against the door.

You fell to the floor, tripping over your feet. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but fight back. You started swinging with the knife in your hand as the intruder walked towards you, noticing the glint of the knife he had in his hand, a much larger knife—a hunter knife. Before you could blink, their gloved hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, snatching the knife from you and tossing it into the hallway. The smacks and punches you landed on their body did absolutely nothing. “Please! Please, don’t kill me!” Tears started falling from your eyes as your entire body trembled. “Take whatever you want, I won’t tell anyone! I won’t call the cops! Nothing!”

You were confused when the intruder let go of your hand, only to reach his gloved hand up to your face and wipe away your tears. You flinched at his touch, lip trembling. “What do you want?” You asked. No answer. They stood over you, looking down as you cowered in fear. You let out a small yelp as the man lifted you, snatching you by your arm and pushing you onto the bed. Now that you had a clear view of him, you could see how tall he was, his shoulders broad. You could faintly hear his heavy breathing behind the mask, the knife still held tight in his hand.

Toji couldn’t get over how pretty you were with tears in your eyes, mascara running down your puffy cheeks. He admired you in all your beauty, so happy that he finally got to be this close to you. “Are you gonna kill me?” He noticed how you kept looking down at his knife, body trembling. Toji could tell how scared you were, he didn’t mean to make you afraid, he never wants to hurt you. You’re too precious unlike all the others he has come across. So, he placed his knife down on the bedside table. You gulped, chest heaving up and down. The longer he stood in front of you, the more confused you were by his actions. Was this someone pranking you? Maybe a friend of Faye’s you didn’t know of?

Slowly, the man took off his black gloves, his hands large, nails trimmed, and you noticed he had a tattoo on his right hand, one that seemed to blend into a sleeve on his arm. The crazy thing is, you recognized the tattoo, having seen it somewhere before. As you were about to say something, the man grabbed your face, pulling you towards him. A small whimper left your lips, now only inches away from his masked face. You could see his eyes through the mask, low and dark. “Are you gonna hurt me?” You whimpered. All the man did was nod at your question. Instantly, you were brought to tears, in fear of your life. He pushed you back down onto the bed, mounting you.

His rough hands caressed your face, trailing down to your neck, fingertips tracing over your skin. Why won’t he say anything? What does he want with you? Is he toying with you before he wants to kill you? Your mind was racing with so many questions. Toji brought his hand down to your chest, lightly grazing over it before moving to your exposed shoulders. One question that didn’t even cross your mind until now, was how he got in. You were sure that everything was locked, windows and doors. How did he get your number? Why did you recognize his tattoo? “Can you…can at least tell me who you are before you kill me?” You quietly asked. A stupid question. Why would you say anything like that?

He stopped his movements and you could feel him staring at you through the mask. Even if you couldn’t really see him, it still sent fear through your heart. Again, he brought his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb running across your lips, smudging the lipgloss you had put on earlier. You flinched as he suddenly leaned closer to you, only to whisper, “you know who I am.” And you do, but you just don’t realize it yet. Toji remembers the day, of course he does. It was the day you were walking out of the grocery store and had dropped one your bags. When you went to grab it, Toji’s right hand placed over yours at the same time. You thanked him for helping, smiling up at him with those eyes. He introduced himself to you as you introduced yourself to him. That was a day he’d remember forever.

His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was so deep and husky, and you hate to admit it at a time like this, but attractive. “I…I don’t remember.” You gulped, scared that your response might cause a violent reaction from him. He lifted his head, staring down at you before slightly cocking his head to the side. He looked over your outfit, from the white bunny ears, to the pink silk one piece suit, to the fishnet stockings. It’s better now that he can see the outfit up close. His fingers fiddled with the little bow sewn onto the front of the one piece body suit. Cute, he thought. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the knife on the bedside table while he was too busy looking at you.

Even if you wanted to attempt to grab the knife, he was on top of you, there was no way you’d be able to push him off. You took another chance to speak, “what’s your name?” You asked barely above a whisper. The man stayed silent. He was hurt you really didn’t recognize him by now, but he won’t blame you. You’ve already seen him once before, what’s the harm in seeing him again? He’s never sloppy with his work.

He leans back down towards your ear. “Toji.” Your eyes immediately widen. The guy from the grocery store parking lot. That’s how you recognized his tattoo. How? Was he stalking you this whole time? For how long? You were unsure of how to feel.

“It’s you,” you said with a mix of shock and disbelief. He huskily chuckled in your ear, reaching his up to pull his mask from his face, now allowing you to see him once more. “You,” you spoke again.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” He smirked. “God you look so sweet I just want to ruin you.” His eyes trailed down to your costume. He turned around, grabbing the knife from the bedside table. You grew nervous, unsure of his intentions. “I’ve had time to plan and think about what I wanna do with you, but now that I’m here, I’m unsure again.” He shrugged, trailing the tip of the knife across your soft skin.

You shifted under him, trying to free yourself only to be stopped when he pressed the blade against your neck, causing you to look into his eyes. Immediately, you felt the intensity, darkness consuming them. Toji leaned down, inches away from your lips, the knife still pressed against your throat as he gently connected his lips with yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips moving in sync with his as you kissed him back for some reason. Were you crazy? Why weren’t you trying to kill him? Grab the knife from him and stab him, run away, do something. Instead, your tongue was in his mouth.

Weirdly, the fear you had just moments ago seemed to be simmering away. When you first met Toji in the parking lot, he caught your eye, he was handsome, tall, and mysterious. Toji pulled away from the kiss, moving the knife away from your neck. All you did was look up at him, shocked by his actions, by all of it. “Were you stalking me?” You asked.

“Of course I was,” he answered. “I knew you were going out tonight. I was watching you from your window, watching you get dressed in this slutty costume. Were you going to go out tonight just to show off what’s mine, hm?” The blade trailed over the pink silk fabric of your bodysuit. Your breath hitched at his words. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice I was following you. I made it so obvious. I guess you’re just too stupid,” he sighed. “But that’s okay, baby. I forgive you.”

“I…” You were unsure of what to say. Each one of his words left you dumbfounded. He was right, you didn’t notice he was following you. You let out a gasp as his cut open the fabric of your suit with his knife, the cold air immediately hitting your skin. He cut it right down the middle, only leaving the spot right below your abdomen intact. He carefully moved the pieces of cut fabric to the side using the tip of his knife, exposing your tits.

Toji’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight, taking his free hand to cup your tits, gently pulling at your nipple. He took notice of those little whimpers and squeaks you tried so hard to muffle. “Oh? That feel good? Does a slut like you get turned on from having her stalker touch her?” He pulled at your nipple a little harder. Unexpectedly, his hand wrapped around your throat in an instant, your eyes widening. “Such a stupid slut, going out while there is a killer around. Don’t you care that I can slit your throat right now?” His eyes narrowed.

Your hands came up to wrap around his wrist, staring into his eyes. “I thought you weren’t gonna kill me?” You managed to speak, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him. “Please don’t kill me,” you begged, lip trembling. “I’m sorry for whatever I did! I won’t do it again!” You hiccuped, clenching your eyes shut as the sharp blade pressed against your neck again.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His hand came up to your face, wiping away your tears as he forced you to look into his eyes again. “Don’t be scared. There’s nothing to be scared of. If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it by now. All I’m gonna do,” Toji’s hands snaked down to your exposed chest, thumb rubbing over your hard nipple, “is play with you. You gonna let me do that?” His hands felt so nice against your skin. “I’ve been watching you fuck yourself every night, seeing how depraved you are, how frustrated you get when you can’t make yourself cum.” Toji loves how you look up at him with those puppy dog eyes, acting like you don’t know what he’s talking about. “Can no one satisfy my baby, hm?” He cooed.

Without even thinking, your body moved on its own and you shook your head no, answering his question. “That’s what I thought. But tonight, I’m gonna ruin you, because depraved sluts like you open their legs for anything. So, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Toji ran the blade down the middle of your sternum, making a small cut on your skin. You let out a wince, looking down to see the small droplets of blood. His smile widened as leaned his head between your tits, sticking his tongue out and licking up the small amount of blood. A small gasp left your lips as the feeling while he indulged in the taste, savoring the coppery taste on his tongue. “Too fucking precious,” he grunted, taking the knife and cutting the rest of your bodysuit so that you were only left in your underwear and stockings.

“I’ll be good for you,” you answered weakly. Toji’s eyes flickered back up to yours, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He let out a breathy laugh, almost like he was mocking you before he grabbed ahold of your fishnet stockings, easily ripping them open. Your black lacy panties were tempting to keep on, but Toji need to see all of you. The lace easily ripped against the blade, the fabric falling from your hips as he disposed them to the side, leaving you completely exposed.

“Would you look at that,” he spoke. “Look at how fucking wet you are.” His fingers dipped through your folds, gathering your slick. He opened his mouth, licking your juices off of his fingers, eyes nearly rolling back at the taste. You squirmed under him, couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight in front you. You shouldn’t feel like this, it’s wrong, but it also feels so right. What was it about him? “I can’t wait to break you.” He removed himself from on top of you, standing now. He had removed the black costume he was wearing, revealing the black shirt, jeans and heavy boots he was in. Hurriedly, he removed his belt, unbuttoning his pants. “Come here,” he demanded as he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free.

He was thick, bulbous head leaking pre cum and two prominent veins running on each side. You gulped, crawling over to him and getting down on your knees, the hardwood floor cold against your skin. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Stick your tongue out.” And as you did, he slapped the head of his dick against your tongue, smearing his precum all over your puffy lips as he teased him, teased you. He bit down on his bottom lip, eyes narrowing before he shoved his length in your mouth as far as he could. Immediately, your hands grabbed onto his jeans and you gagged around his cock, eyes clenching shut as tears formed in your eyes. “Fuckkkk,” he blissfully sighed. He pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe, strings of spit connecting from your lips to his length. “Keep looking at me while I fuck your pretty face.”

He guides your head up and down, fucking your face. You gag each time he hits the back of your throat, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. You blink up at him with tears in your eyes, watching the way he stares at you lust in his eyes and a mix of something else. He scares you, but he also doesn’t. It’s something that you’ve never felt before. It was hard not to get turned on by him, clearly your dripping cunt was enough proof. And now that you were sucking his dick, you were more even more turned on. Drool started to fall onto your tits, it was clear he liked it messy and sloppy. Glug, glug, glug.

“Shit, that’s it sweetheart,” he grunted, his balls slapping against your chin. He could feel the way your throat squeezed around him each time you gagged, only adding to his pleasure. Toji laughed at you, still gripping your hair tightly. Finally, he let you breathe. A series of coughs erupted from your chest as you tried to catch your breath. “There you go, breathe.”

You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, mascara running down your face. He was taken aback when you licked from his base all the way to his tip, sucking on it. You bobbed your head up and down, moaning around it. The vibrations sent shivers through his entire body. He pressed the knife to your cheek, a devilish smirk on his lips as he watched you suck and choke on his cock willingly. “Of course a sick slut like you is into this.” He watched you reach your hand between your legs, unable to resist the urge of touching yourself, rubbing your swollen clit. “Oh fuck.” He threw his head back, feeling your tongue swirl around his tip before you took him further in your mouth. Toji felt himself getting close, immediately pulling you off of him with a sadistic chuckle. “Almost made me fucking cum.” He let out a deep breath, his cock twitching in front of you, tempting you.

He quickly grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed before you had time to process. He could see the fear in your eyes, but also see how desperate you were. He loved it. He planted his lips onto you, sloppily kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands came up to cup his face, pulling him more into the kiss as you moved your hips against his leg, begging for any sort of friction. “Filthy slut.” He dragged the cold knife against your tits, your body shuddering. “I bet you’d look so pretty covered in red.” His words brought fear into your heart, but for some reason you trusted that he wouldn’t kill you.

“Ah!” You let out a small yelp at the feeling of the sharp blade cutting against your skin, toji leaving a small mark against your tits just like he did with your chest. He licked the blood from his knife, watching the small droplets of blood flow from the incision. He was right, you did look pretty covered in red. While worried about the marks he was making on your skin, you were shocked when you felt his fingers push inside your aching cunt, stretching you open. Your whimpers were like music to his ears, feeling your walls spasm around him as you tried to adjust. How long has it been since someone else was inside you? Doesn’t matter now, you were his and his only. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, your hand gripping onto the sheets below as your legs spread further and further.

“You’re soaked. You must like being threatened and stalked, huh? Like being used?” Toji questioned as he began moving faster, curling his fingers up slightly so that he was hitting your g-spot. He trailed the blade against your other breast, making another cut. Oh how he loved watching you bleed. Your pussy was making lewd sounds, squelching as your juices coated his fingers and hands.

“Oh my god!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. You bit down on your lip as you tried to suppress your moans. He only made it harder, each thrust of his fingers causing your body to jolt in pleasure. Your legs threatened to close at the overwhelming feeling. Your skin began to heat up as you grew closer to your orgasm. “I’m…I’m close!”

Toji watched in awe as your body began to quiver, squirting all over his hand, soaking the bed below you. He pressed the knife against your neck as he removed his fingers from your wet hole, a broken moan leaving your lips as the loss of contact. “You…fuck…” He could even finish his sentence, so enthralled with you.

You looked up at him with teary eyes, begging for me without speaking. Warm blood trickled down your chest, though that was no longer a worry for you. All you wanted was him, no matter how sick and twisted it was. “Hurt me,” you demanded, tone soft. Something in Toji flipped upon hearing your words. In a second, your legs were spread wide. He ahead aligned himself with your entrance, grabbing your hair tightly.

“Watch as I fuck you.” He slowly pushed himself in, feeling the stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Even with how wet you were, it still stung a little bit but eventually the pain turned into pleasure. He thrusted hard into you, a mewl leaving your lips at the sudden change. “Does it turn you on fucking your stalker?” He slammed his hips into you again, a growl erupting from his chest. He reveled in your warmth, feeling your walls squeeze around him. He began fucking you a rough pace, tired of teasing himself.

You watched as his length slid in and out you, reaching deep and hitting your sweet spot each time. “I just wanna mark your pretty body, make you stupid.” His words went straight to your pussy, squeezing around him at the thought. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to hurt you? Cause I’ll fucking hurt you,” he gritted his teeth as he fucked you hard and rough.

“Hurt me, please!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks. Your juices coated his length, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. He was animalistic. “So good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, reaching a hand down to rub your neglected clit. “Shiiit, yes!” You screamed, toes curling. Toji let go of your hair, roughly grabbing your face to look at him. He loved seeing the tears in your eyes no matter if it was from fear or from pleasure. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. He slapped you.

“Such a pretty fucking face.” He took the knife, the blade gliding across your stinging cheek. You clenched your eyes shut, taking the pain because the pleasure was so much better. “Pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he chuckled. He slapped you again on the same cheek, the pain even worse than before. His tip kissed your cervix, your pussy gripping him so tight. It’s like you didn’t want to let him go. His thumb gently grazed over your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth and laying it on the flat of your tongue. Without hesitation, you sucked on his finger, moaning around it.

Toji couldn’t get over how fucked out you looked, eyes low as you could barely look up at him. “Toji,” you whined, “ah! I’m gonna cum again! F-fuck, you’re so deep!” Your jaw was slack. All the pleasure that built up finally released, squirting all over his cock and making more of a mess. Your juices coated your thighs and sheets below you. Your body convulsed, trembling under him.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. That’s my girl.” His hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you flat against the bed. He pushed your legs up against your chest as he fully mounted you, still thrusting into you throbbing cunt. The overstimulation made you go stupid. “I’m gonna fill up this pretty pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he huskily whispered in your ear, pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed, feeling him deeper than before. His balls slapped against your ass as he fucked you ruthless, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier, a sign that he was close. His grip around your neck grew tighter, your vision nearly fading to black before he landed another slap across your face, snapping you back to reality.

“Don’t pass out on me,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “This pussy is gonna make me cum, fuck!” He growled. Plap, plap, plap! The sheer force of his thrusts sent you into a spiral, only pushing you to another orgasm. “Ah, shit!” Toji thrusted into you once more as he filled you up, hot spurts of cum painting your walls. You let out a blissful sigh at the feeling, only to let your orgasm take control and squirt all over his cock and abdomen, soaking the shirt he had on. His heavy breaths were felt on your skin. Toji slowly pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your cunt. He leaned back to admire the work he had done, using his thumb to push his cum back inside.

The tip of his knife traveled from your abdomen all the way to your neck, the feeling sending goosebumps all over your body. He pressed hard against your neck, chest heaving up and down while he stared at you. “You’re lucky.” He removed the knife of your skin before standing up, grabbing his robe and mask off of the floor while he left you there on the bed.

“Where…where are you going?” You managed to sit up, legs still shaking. It sounded like you didn’t want him to leave. He slipped his mask on, then his gloves and lastly the robe. “Ah!” Toji yanked you up by your neck, leaving you face to face with him. He could see the fear spark back up in your eyes.

“Leaving before I change my mind,” he huffed. He squeezed your throat tighter, heart pumping in your chest as you felt the knife press against your abdomen. “If you tell anyone about this, I won’t let you go the next time I find you. You understand, baby?” With a nod, he pushed you back down onto the bed, tossing you like you were some rag doll. His heavy boots hit the hardwood floor as he walked out of the bedroom. As you sat there dumbfounded, left to piece together what just happened, your back door slammed shut.

Your fingers traced over the cuts he made on your skin, breathing hitching at the touch of each one, dried blood and tears on your skin. Toji. You won’t forget his name or his face. You should consider yourself lucky knowing the many chances he had at killing you. Why did he let you go? Why was he so keen on stalking you first? Breaking away from your thoughts, you looked around the room, seeing the aftermath. Though, you couldn’t find yourself to move or do anything but sit there.

Would you see him again?

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#toji loml #need him to treat me like this #seli’s favs

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Sooo.... Did you hear about the new Taylor album? 🤭 The Tortured Poets Department!? Really!? It sounds so cool and the album cover?? Wow wow wow!!! The aesthetic is so 😣 it's to die for!

YES OMG I’M SAURRR EXCITED😻april not coming quick enough for me😫💔BUT OMG THE COVER I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT I WAS SCREAMING WHEN I SAW IT!! THE AESTHETIC IS GIVING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!

#seli loves you #seli’s favs #seli answers #seli loves taylor swift #in my folklore era forever😻

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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I LOVE HIM STOP IT😭

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Thinking about Suguru with a virgin s/o <3

MDNI!! Virginity loss (from reader obv). Soft I guess??. Fingering as foreplay. AFAB reader + he calls you “doll”, ��sweet girl”, “pretty”, and I think princess idk I can’t remember. Can you tell I got lazy past the third paragraph. I forgot to write Suguru’s um yk but let’s just say that’s because he didn’t want to make the situation about him :3. So half-assed this got boring really fast. Is it too obvious I rushed the ending. Not proofread.

“Sugu, I want you to be my first time.” You declare—or you would have if it weren’t for the nervousness laced in your tone. Suguru’s eyes shift to meet your nervous figure the moment you utter those words, caught off guard and his eyes watch you in shock.

“Repeat that for me, doll?” Suguru’s voice is sweet and calm, however a hint of disbelief plays in it. A smile crosses his lips as he eyes you affectionately and you’re clearing your throat while playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I said I want you to be my first time, Sugu.” You repeat, only this time it’s firmer and louder. Suguru laughs softly and shakes his head playfully, walking up to you and taking your hand just before rising it up to press a sweet kiss to your flesh.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” He asks and slowly moved your hand away from his lips, only to lace your fingers with his and squeeze your hand once they’re intertwined.

“Well… ‘s jus’… I dunno, I just trust you and y’know…” you murmur, a timid demeanor washing over you and you sink your teeth into your lower lip almost anxiously. Suguru observes your movements and body language; the way you look away causing you to come off as bashful.

“That right?” An affectionate, yet teasing, smile tugs at Suguru’s lips. “You sure?” In response, you nod, a quiet but loud enough “yeah,” following after.

And that’s how you ended up here—gently laid on your shared bed with Suguru sliding his fingers in and out of your tight cunt slowly. Your skirt has been discarded beside the bed, your blouse unbuttoned and exposing your clothed chest. One hand is covering your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle your moans, the other pulling at the bedsheets.

“Feeling good, sweet girl?” Suguru coos as he looks up at you from between your legs, strands of his hair escaping his bun. You hum, nodding, cheeks flushing as your eyebrows knit together. “That’s my girl…” he murmurs just before taking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, drawing hearts on it but you’re too distracted by the new feeling to notice it.

You squeeze your legs together, but Suguru is quick to take one of his hands and grab your thigh, preventing you from doing so. “Princess,” he speaks softly, “keep your legs open f’me, ‘Kay? Need them open if you wanna do this.” He tells you and you whine.

When Suguru sees you nod, he smiles lovingly and proceeds with his work. His two fingers slide in and out easily thanks to how wet you already were beforehand. Suguru watches the way your pussy sucks his fingers in, as if mesmerized by it.

After a few more pumps of his fingers, you feel your tummy tie into knots, a whimper falling out your parted lips. Your walls squeeze his fingers like a vice, coming off as timid with the way you’re so shy about the situation.

“Doll, I’m gonna pull my fingers out, ‘Kay? Only cuz I need you to cum on my cock.” Suguru tells you. You pout and huff, but agree anyways, making your acknowledgment known when you utter a soft, “okay, Sugu,”.

With that, Suguru carefully pulls out before pulling his sweats down, exposing his skin and boxers to you. He reaches one hand down to caress your cheek affectionately, a delicate smile crossing his features.

Then, he leans down to press his lips to yours, making sure it’s slow and gentle to ease you into the atmosphere. Suguru pulls down his briefs and takes his aching cock in one hand, stroking it a few times just before lining it up with your entrance.

Your mouth moves in sync with his, absorbing one another’s love as his and your eyes flutter shut. You moan, feeling Suguru’s tongue slip past your lips. It’s pleasureful, but he pulls away and gazes passionately into your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna go in now, okay? Is that alright? You ready?” The voice Suguru takes on is so comforting, despite the lewd intentions behind them.

“Mhm, yeah…” you mumble. After you grant him permission, Suguru carefully and thoughtfully slides his cock inside of you. He’s peppering your face with kisses, one hand caressing you, words of assurance being whispered by him against your skin.

“You can take it, yeah? I know you can. ‘S my girl, mhmm…” Suguru breathes, his warm breath fanning your skin. You’re whining and whimpering, sinking your nails into the flesh of Suguru’s broad shoulders, doing your best to keep your legs open. The stretch is new, something you’ve never felt before—in fact, it’s something you couldn’t even dream of feeling before.

The feeling of Suguru’s dick being inserted into your tight, untouched cunt is so good, yet almost painful. Not in a way that suggests he’s being too rough or mean, no, more like it’s different.

You’re already squeezing around his length and it’s only been a few seconds. You’re squirming, head being tossed side to side, failing to hold back any potentially embarrassing noises. You throw your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet pressing down on Suguru’s lower back and causing him to unintentionally push deeper into you.

You gasp and your eyes fly open. Your jaw drops, saliva spilling out from your mouth, along with a few sobs and mewls.

“Sugu, ‘s too big!” You cry and in response Suguru plays a pout of sympathy on his lips, looking down at you with fond and doting eyes.

“I know, princess, but you can take it, yeah? Take it for me, m’kay? Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Suguru utters with nothing short of adoration laced in his tone. He stays still in your tight pussy, allowing both you and him to get used to the feeling. After a few moments, Suguru inhales, “I’m gonna start moving now, ‘Kay, pretty?”

“Mkay, Sugu,” you cling onto Suguru for dear life, grounding yourself to earth the best you can even when you know he won’t and doesn’t plan on going rough with you.

Suguru steadily begins to move his hips, pushing his cock in inch by inch and inhales deeply before unhurriedly rocking his hips back and forth. You’re moving around and squirming at this new but exciting feeling. Even with how gentle he’s being, you can already feel the head of his dick hitting a sweet spot inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah?” Suguru murmurs and you can feel his warm breath fan against your skin. He’s holding onto your hips with a tight grip, doing everything to hold back from digging his fingers in too deeply into your flesh but deep enough to secure his balance.

“Uh-huh,” you answer and it’s practically a whimper that you didn’t expect to even utter. The feeling of his big dick stretching out your walls is sending you to the moon and back but the burn also makes you release a broken sob from your throat. “Kind of hurts.” You tell Suguru, and he looks at you as a sympathetic frown plays at his lips.

“ ‘m sorry, doll,” he whispers and buries his head in the crook of your neck, where he plants kisses everywhere and anywhere as an attempt to ease the burn. He continues to work his hips to slip his cock into you. In the process, hums and sighs and whines and moans are elicited from your mouth.

He’s mumbling words of reassurance and soft-spoken affectionate statements and that only makes you squeeze him tighter. Your juices paint his cock, your nails sinking into his flesh but he ignores it.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carefully pushes his length into you, taking great thought as to not hurt you.

Your tummy is feeling butterflies fly around it, knots being tied and it’s something you’ve never felt before.

“Sugu… I think ‘m gonna cum,” you say quietly and Suguru smiles—you can even feel it against your skin, but it’s a loving and kind smile.

“Yeah? Cum for me, princess—let go for me, you can do it, c’mon,” Suguru ushers you into your orgasm, talking to you more sweetly than anyone has ever talked to you before. Only within a matter of seconds, you’re releasing all over his dick, moaning during the whole thing and not really paying any mind to the thought that someone can or may hear you. “Yeahhh, that’s my girl,” he quietly utters.

Suguru watched your face in awe, admiring the way your face is contorting into expressions he’s never seen you muster before. He brings his hand to your clit before circling hearts on it, only adding to the stimulation—he’s caressing your hips and thighs with his other hand as if to soothe the overwhelming sensation.

After coming down from your high, Suguru pulls out and he tosses his body right beside yours and wraps his arms around your figure, handling you with extra caution.

“You okay? ‘M sorry if it hurt too bad,” and the way he whispers it in your neck makes you smile, however still feeling a little too weak from the release.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, “thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Suguru laughs playfully. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” And he seals that with a sweet kiss to your lips.

#seli’s favs #um i need him #he’d be the best lover!!!#I NEED HIM TO WHISPER SWEET THINGS IN MY EAR AHHH #I THINK ABOUT HIM WAY TOO MUCH

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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GUYS I HAVE SO MANY FIC IDEAS SWIRLING THROUGH MY HEAD AND BARELY ANY TIME TO WRITE THEM😭

#seli struggles #college sucks #she’s getting her degree🥲😩

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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HOLD ONNNN IS THAT A TAYLOR ANDDD ARCTIC MONKEYS FAN???

CAN WE BE FRIENDS PLEASEEEEEEE

(If that’s not the Arctic monkeys song in your description JUST IGNORE THAT PART)

OMG I DIDNT EVEN SEE THIS I’M SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR IN A BIT😭YES I LOVE ARCTIC MONKEYS AND TAYLOR!!! AND OF COURSE WE CAN BE FRIENDS LITERALLY PM ME RN😭🩷🩷🩷‼️‼️‼️

#seli loves you #seli answers

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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I’M IN LOVE

— CANDIED HEARTS | gojo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: gojo is a nuisance. what more is there to say.

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, fluff/hurt/comfort with a healthy does of smut, no curses!au, alcohol mentions, cheating by a third party, food, gojo is a lovesick idiot that needs to put his peepers away, body worship, lots of kissing, spit, praise, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, pull out method, cunnilingus, size difference, dirty talk, aftercare, switching pov

-> wc: 10.7k

-> a/n: this was just supposed to be 2k max and just smut but i got carried away trying explain how they get to fucking and now here we are, plot and all, enjoy gojo fuckers

Over the frames of dark sunglasses, eyes as bright as a clear sky track your movements without shame, a smirk curling at full lips. His cheek is cradled in his right hand whilst the left is curled around an obnoxiously bright cocktail that he’s barely taken a sip from. Gojo Satoru is far too busy quenching his unending thirst on the vision that sits a short distance away from him.

And what a vision you are tonight. Dressed in the most ravishing shade of midnight, tasteful yet still sexy, showing just enough skin to make his body thrum with barely restrained excitement. He can make out the lovely sound of your laughter even over the deep thump of music, your smile wide and your eyes shining as you chat with a friend, leaning back against the strong shoulder beside you.

The hulking figure of your boyfriend sits next to you, looking bored and a little irate, his scarred lips turned down as he taps away at his phone, like there’s something far more interesting on the little screen than the beautiful woman pressed up against him. He presents a minor obstacle, in Gojo’s humble opinion.

“You’re staring again,” comes the voice of his best friend sitting beside him at the bar.

“I know,” Gojo replies. His gaze follows you as you murmur something to your boyfriend who vaguely acknowledges you with a nod before you stand from your seat, rolling your eyes. “God, that boyfriend of hers is a dick.”

“As if you’d be any better,” Geto snorts.

“I would.”

“Well, you know what they say. It takes one to know one.”

“Yeah but I’m charming too so it cancels out.” His friend laughs into his drink.

“How’d you figure that one out?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, entranced by the way you strut towards the other side of the bar in your stilettos, smiling politely to the bartender as you place your order. Your eyes flicker up and meet his, and to the untrained eye, you appear expressionless - but Gojo knows better. He knows what it means when you hold his gaze like that, almost challengingly, the want that simmers beneath the surface. And then you look down again and the brief tension dissipates like cigarette smoke. “She’s looking this way.”

“Because you won’t stop staring. This is getting a little weird, even for me.”

“She wants me.”

“Then go talk to her.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Satoru-”

“She’s coming over.” His eyes are still glued to your figure as you walk towards the pair, a wider grin splitting his handsome face, completely at odds with the unimpressed look on yours. You’re even more beautiful up close and Gojo feels a thrill race down his spine as he pushes his sunglasses up into his icy white hair. “Well, hello there.”

“Can you quit staring at me?”

Fiery. Very nice.

“I’m not staring,” he says without missing a beat. “I’m people-watching.”

“It’s creepy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was watching your man friend at first but he was a little boring so I found a more… interesting subject.” Shamelessly, he looks you up and down. “You are rather fascinating, I must say. I’ve never seen a girl quite so radiant before.” He shoots you a winning smile, all sparkling teeth and charm that somehow sparks flames in your cheeks.

“He’s my boyfriend, actually.”

“Looks a little big to be considered a ‘boy’, wouldn’t you say Suguru?”

“Leave me out of this,” Geto says smoothly as he hops out of his seat and heads towards the bathrooms. You scoff and fold your arms over your chest which only makes him lick at the corner of his lips.

“Then you should know to watch your step. He’s not known for talking things out with creeps like you.”

“Interesting,” Gojo drawls, his piercing gaze so unwavering that you start to fidget under the weight of it, shifting from foot to foot- though that might be the shoes but he prefers to think it’s the former. “But if me looking at you bothers him so much, then why is he still all the way over there? I don’t even think he’s noticed . Matter of fact, shouldn’t he be buying your drinks for you? Like a gentleman?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know either of us. And FYI, I can buy my own drinks if I want.”

“Sweetheart, I can see enough to make an educated guess,” he chuckles. “That man is oblivious. Hell, I could kiss you right now and he wouldn’t even notice.”

“That’s not true,” you say uneasily. “He’s just… busy.”

“Too busy to pay attention to a gorgeous girl like you? I don’t buy it.”

“He’s had a lot on his mind lately,” you mumble halfheartedly.

“A lot on his mind or on his dick?” he sniggers under his breath, not expecting you to hear his words. Gojo feels a little bad for pointing out the obvious, your crestfallen expression sparking a protectiveness in his heart.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” Your eyes flick up to look at him and there’s a fire burning in their depths that excites him.

“No,” you seethe and he pouts, beckoning for you to come closer. When you stubbornly stand your ground, he sighs and stands from his seat, straightening himself out to his full, impressive height. He bends at the waist a little, enough so that his lips hover by your bejewelled ear.

“I think that if I wanted, I could take you from him,” he whispers. Your breath hitches as he draws away and you swallow roughly.

“No you couldn’t,” you tell him, taking a step back. He grins at the uncertainty shadowing your tone. “Just leave me alone.”

“Just you wait, baby. I’ll have you eating out of the palm of my hand.”

As you hurry away, flustered and speechless, Gojo sighs wistfully, already anticipating the next time he gets to see you. Because even after that night, like clockwork, you turn up at the same bar, usually hanging off the thick arm of your boyfriend. And each week, Gojo drags his best friend along with him for his weekly dose of sightseeing. He doesn’t even like to drink and yet every single week he ends up perched on a stool with a different brightly coloured cocktail in hand.

–

“Oh my god, he’s here again,” Mai murmurs from beside you as she sips from her drink.

“He’s pretty hot for a stalker,” Miwa giggles, flipping her hair back as you roll your eyes and pointedly look away from the white haired man across the room.

“Have you spoken to him again since then?”

“A couple of times,” you huff. “He acts like he knows everything about me, it’s so weird.”

“Did you tell Toji? Maybe he can scare him off or something.”

Your face turns even more sour at the mention of your boyfriend. Since the first night Gojo spoke to you (he told you his name a couple of weeks ago when you reluctantly went to order another drink at your boyfriend’s bored request), you found that he was in fact acting strange, more so than usual. Your boyfriend has always been a little rough around the edges but never to the point where he would outright ignore your presence, no matter how much you dressed up or feebly attempted to reel him back in. It sets you on edge.

“I don’t think it’d bother him,” you mumble, jabbing your straw between the cubes of ice that sit at the bottom of your empty glass.

“He’s still being weird?”

“Yup. He won’t even have sex with me.”

“Damn. Maybe it’s time to shop around for a new toy.”

You look at Miwa incredulously. “He’s my boyfriend, not an accessory!”

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing with her, but she might be right,” Mai hums thoughtfully. “You did say he might be cheating on you.”

“Keyword: might! I have no evidence! I’m probably overthinking it anyway,” you grumble. “We’ve been together for years. I can’t throw that all away based on a gut feeling.”

“Guts are usually right,” Miwa points out and Mai hums in agreement.

“So what, am I just supposed to sleep with the first guy that looks, sorry stares, in my direction?”

“Let me ask you something,” Mai sighs, rubbing her temples in irritation. “If this Gojo guy is bothering you so much then why did we come here tonight? You always say this is Toji’s favourite bar, not yours, but he’s not even here so what’s the deal?”

Miwa gasps dramatically as her eyes widen and answers before you can even gather your thoughts. “Oh my god! You wanted to see him? Right? Right?”

“Wha-? No! Why would I-”

“It’s the only explanation.”

“I knew it!” she crows. “It all makes sense!”

“No it doesn’t!” you yelp, overcome with the urge to duck under the table and plug your ears. “I don’t want anything to do with him!”

“Liar,” Miwa sings.

“Oh my god, shut up,” you groan, burying your burning face in your hands. Shame courses through your veins like wildfire because they’re right, despite all your protesting. From the very beginning, you’ve found yourself drawn to him, much to your horror. You’ve been trying to convince yourself that you’re not attracted to him, that you don’t spend your whole night relishing the heat of his gaze or the butterflies that run rampant in your stomach every time your eyes meet. You have a boyfriend, you shouldn't feel this way!

And yet, he’s got you hooked like a helpless little fish with just a glance from the clear waters of his eyes. All it takes is one look for your organs to become acrobats and for the temperature of your skin to rival that of the sun. One look turns your legs to jelly and convinces you that the next step you take will make you stumble and snap the heel of your favourite shoes. God, the way he looks at you - with such unbridled, shameless desire burning like blue fire in his eyes - it ignites a twin flame in your belly that forces you to squeeze your thighs together. When was the last time Toji looked at you like that?

“She so wants to fuck him,” Mai smirks as she sips at the last dregs of her drink. Lifting your head, you gape at her in disbelief as Miwa dissolves into a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach as Mai continues to add fuel to the fire burning in your cheeks.

“I hate you guys,” you mumble, slumping back in your seat once their laughter dies down.

“Okay, we’ll give you a little break,” Miwa grins. “It’s your turn to get the next round anyway.”

Dread makes your stomach churn as you look uneasily towards the bar and the mop of white that sticks out like a beacon over the sea of patrons. Chewing your lip, you look down at the sly looks on your friends faces before you school your features into a look of nonchalance and stalk towards the bar even though your stomach is busy tying itself into knots.

You order your drinks standing opposite to where he sits, apparently having been abandoned by his dark haired friend. Every time you look up, his eyes are on you, a cheeky smile playing at his lips as he watches you. You shift from foot to foot, pointedly looking away when he shoots a wink in your direction and then you blink and suddenly, he’s standing right before you.

“Hey,” he greets cheerfully. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Very funny.”

“You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

You grunt in acknowledgement, forcing down the giddiness that bubbles in your chest. “Whatever.”

“I don’t see your big bad boyfriend here today.” he says conversationally. “You two finally break up or something?”

You look up and offer him a very forced, plastic smile. “Nope. Still very much happily dating.”

“Doesn’t sound very happy to me,” he hums. “Trouble in paradise?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a yes.”

“Even if there is, which there isn’t, it always works out,” you huff unconvincingly. “Because I love him.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cos it’s not working.”

“It should.”

“It won’t.”

“Why?” you ask exasperatedly, your voice a little louder than you intend for it to be. “Why the fuck won’t you leave me alone?”

For a moment, he looks taken aback by your outburst but then a smug smile crawls over his face that makes you want to push him into oncoming traffic. “Because you don’t want me to.”

You laugh humourlessly. “Wow, you’re actually crazy.”

“For you,” he flirts, ignoring your disgusted scoff. “I see the way you look at me.”

“Like I want to run you over?”

“Cute,” he grins, cocking his head to the side and tapping his chin thoughtfully. “It’s more like… hmm, how do I put this. Like you’re… what do they call it again? Ah! Like you’re yearning for me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed, baby!”

“I’m embarrassed for you actually, you’re deluded.”

“No, I don’t think I am,” he says with a hum, tipping your chin up with a forefinger. “Do you want to know what I do think?”

“Not in the slightest,” you lie, heart pounding loudly in your chest at just the merest brush of his skin on yours. It feels electric.

“I think you enjoy this little game of ours,” he murmurs. “It excites you. I excite you, in a way he never could and you’re addicted to it. That’s why you keep coming back for more.”

“That’s not true,” you say weakly, unable to tear yourself away from his piercing gaze. “You keep bugging me like some freaky stalker.”

“So leave, princess. Walk away from me, I’m not stopping you,” he coos, almost encouragingly as he crowds your space until you stand toe to toe. “You’re above all this aren’t you? You have such a sweet, loving boyfriend after all, why would you want little old me? Choice is yours, beautiful. I can even get you a taxi.” You say nothing for a moment, torn between wanting to escape whatever it is you’re feeling right now and finding out more about it. His gaze is unwavering, almost unnerving as it glues you to the spot. “Or,” he says suggestively. “You can stay here with me and have some fun.”

Time stretches around you like a rubber band, each second feeling like an eon as your mind races. In the end, rationality wins out. “I’m leaving,” you huff in a shaky tone as you reluctantly tear yourself away from him and turn on your heel.

A disappointed pout pushes at his lips. “That’s no fun. Oh, before you go,” he says, catching your hand and placing a torn, crumpled napkin in your palm. “Take this.”

“Gross, you’re giving me a used napkin?”

Gojo rolls his eyes. “No. It's my number. In case you need it.”

“I won’t need it,” you say stubbornly.

“Just in case,” he insists, curling your fingers around it. He dips his head and daringly brushes his lips over your closed fist before he peeks up at you through wispy white lashes. “See you around, beautiful.”

Snatching your hand away with a flustered squeak, you force yourself to turn around and make a beeline for the first set of doors you see, barrelling right into the ladies bathroom. Your heart hammers in your chest as you observe your reflection in the mirror above the sinks. Oddly, your appearance isn’t nearly as ruffled as you feel - your outfit is pristine, not a hair out of place and your makeup looks dewy and smooth. The only indication that you’re crumbling to pieces is the quickened rise and fall of your chest, as well as the expression you wear. Like a deer caught in headlights, your lips are parted in surprise and there’s a look in your eyes that fills you with acrid guilt.

Yearning.

–

In the weeks that follow, Gojo is surprised to find that you don’t return to the bar. He doesn’t see your pretty face at your usual table, nor does he see any of your friends or even your boyfriend. It’s unusual, but he supposes it’s his own fault for pushing your buttons and apparently, pushing them too far. He returns daily, hoping to bump into you again, wondering if you’ve been going on different days than usual but even after asking the bartender, there’s been no sign of you.

Now, despite his bold and shameless methods, he is no stalker - just a man that can’t help soaking up your beauty, like a sun-starved plant. He has no number, no address, not even a name since you wouldn’t give it. All he has is the desperate hope that you’ll miraculously dial his number in an hour of need - if you didn’t throw it away, that is.

“It’s your own fault,” Shoko says one night when she randomly appears on the doorstep of his and Geto’s apartment for an impromptu get together. She taps her cigarette against the rim of an ashtray and takes another bored drag, cradling her cheek in her hand as Gojo runs agitated fingers through his hair. She’s on her third cigarette of the night - a common occurrence whenever he gets like this.

“She’s right,” Geto sighs, tipping his head back against the couch and staring at the ceiling. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”

“It’s a wonder she hasn’t gotten a restraining order against you.”

“It was painful to witness.”

“It always is.”

“We should put him in a zoo so that other people can watch.” Shoko snorts and bumps Geto’s fist as he snickers at his own joke.

“What if there’s something wrong?”

“Dude, she has a boyfriend,” she groans, putting out her cigarette. “And a life, unlike you. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Exactly,” Geto chimes in. “And why are you so bothered? You don’t know the first thing about her.”

Gojo sighs and plops down between them, slumping low in his seat. “I know that I like her.”

“She could be insane for all you know,” says Shoko.

“Nah, I think Satoru wins that contest.”

“You guys are so mean!” he complains, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. “Ugh, you just don’t get it-”

“-she’s different,” they both chorus, rolling their eyes.

“She is!” he insists. “She’s not like everyone else.”

“That’s what you said about the last one.”

“And the one before.”

“And the one before that-”

And the one before-”

“Okay, I get it!” he groans. “But she is. For real this time.”

“How do you know?” Geto asks, raising a thin eyebrow in question.

“I just know, okay? It feels… right.”

His friends share glances with each other and grimace. “Satoru.” The man in question looks at his best friend who mirrors the way he sits. “Maybe you should let this go,” he says gently.

“But-”

“He’s right,” Shoko says, her own tone softening too. “This isn’t good for you. You don’t even know her name, forget anything else.”

“We don’t want to see you get your heart broken again when it inevitably goes wrong.”

“You don’t know that,” Gojo says quietly and his friends both fight the urge to throttle him. As obnoxious and cheeky as he is, Gojo has always had a big, soft heart. He hides it from the world with cocky quips and his easy going nature, but they both know better. They know that once he sets his sights on someone, he’s unshakeable in pursuing them and as a result he can be quite full-on. When the recipient of his affections reacts badly, Geto and Shoko are left to pick up his broken little pieces and glue him back together with sugar and ice cream every single time - and that’s no easy task.

Just as Geto opens his mouth to gently berate him, Gojo’s phone starts to ring. He sits up, quick as a whip, digging around the sofa cushions for the device, his heart pounding with hope as he fishes it out and glances quickly at the screen. An unknown number.

“Be right back!” he says, sliding his thumb across the screen as he rushes to his room and slams the door behind him. He’s breathless as he presses his phone to his ear.

“Hello?” There’s a shaky sigh on the other end, followed by a sniffle.

“Um. It’s m-me. You g-gave me your number.”

It’s you. It’s really you!

“Aw, miss me that much, huh?” You sniffle again and this time, he hears a quiet sob.

“Oh, forget it, I don’t know w-why I bothered calling you!”

“Hey, hey, wait! Don’t hang up! I’m sorry, I was just teasing, princess. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You were right!” you laugh bitterly. “H-he was cheating on me for months and- god, I should’ve known! I should’ve listened to what e-everyone said and- ugh, I’m so stupid!”

Gojo feels his heart splinter a little at the pain in your voice. Now is not the time to win you over - you need to be comforted. Even if it’s not his strong suit. “Stop that. You’re not stupid, baby, he is,” he coos gently. “He doesn’t know that he’s lost the most perfect girl he could ever have.”

“C-can you pick me up? My friends are all out of town and I’ve got nowhere else to go and-”

“Text me your address. I’ll be right there,” he says without hesitation.

“Okay.”

One text message and a quick, slightly reckless drive later, Gojo rolls up outside your apartment to find you sitting forlornly on the curb, a few bags beside you. He honks his horn and you lift your head to see a white Mercedes parked a couple of metres away from you. Out pops your knight in round sunglasses and you quickly wipe your face and stand, feeling more than a little awkward.

“Hey,” he greets you easily, lifting your bags into his arms without effort.

“H-hi. You don’t have to do that I can-”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got it. You just get in the car.”

Hesitant, you nod and slip into the passenger side of his car, immediately welcomed by heated leather seats and the distinctive scent of vanilla. As you fasten your seatbelt, his door opens and he takes his place behind the wheel, his seat pushed all the way back to accommodate his long legs.

“Ready to go?” he asks, turning to you with a warm smile. You nod, stomach feeling strange being so close to him in such an enclosed space. Thankfully, he stays quiet for the rest of the drive, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other drumming gently against the centre console. After around twenty minutes and a ride up an elevator to the top floor, you arrive at his apartment, which is a lot nicer than the one you shared with your boyfriend - your ex-boyfriend, you remind yourself.

“Wow,” you murmur under your breath as you take in your surroundings. He seems completely unfazed by your reaction as he saunters inside, leaving you no choice but to tentatively follow. As you round the corner into the living space, you hear bickering that quickly stops the moment you come into view. Gojo is pouting, which is an oddly cute expression for him to be wearing and the source of his ire seems to be the two other people occupying his sofas. One of them you recognise - his long-haired friend that always accompanies him at the bar. The other is a pretty, bored looking brunette with a cigarette dangling from her lips - that explains the smoky smell.

“Sorry about these two,” he says over his shoulder. “They’re as stubborn as they come.”

“Speak for yourself, dickhead,” the woman says around her cigarette and you snort, hiding your laughter behind your hand. She smiles and raises her hand in a short wave. “I’m Shoko, by the way.”

“Hi,” you reply shyly, giving her your own name too. You feel a little less out of place with another woman around.

“And I’m Geto,” the other man chimes in smoothly, holding out his hand for you to shake. His fingers are long and cool as they wrap around your hand, and you have to fight the shiver that runs down your spine when you meet his dark, bottomless eyes.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Don’t look so terrified,” he chuckles, patting the seat beside him. “Here, why don’t you sit with us while Satoru sorts out dinner.”

“Why do I have to-”

“The way a gracious host should.” Geto’s smile is tight as he glares at his friend pointedly who pouts again and trudges out of the room, mumbling something about it being ‘not fair’ and that ‘they’re in the way’. Geto and Shoko chat with you while he’s gone, and you’re relieved that they don’t ask any invasive questions. As odd as this whole situation is, you like them both and decide that they’re the sort of people you could be good friends with - Gojo is lucky to have them.

“Guys! Food!”

Speak of the devil. You follow Geto and Shoko into the spacious dining room to find Gojo unpacking bags of takeout and setting down plates in four spaces. He smiles when he sees you and it’s a little disorienting to see him devoid of any flirtatiousness for once. It’s nice. “Hope you’re hungry, baby.”

Never mind.

“Ew, Satoru, stop being creepy.” Shoko fake-gags and pats your shoulder apologetically. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been having to put up with that.”

“I heard that!”

“I know,” she smirks and you giggle.

“I’ve had worse,” you say, glancing in his direction as you sit beside Shoko. “He’s harmless.”

Sharing dinner with three strangers is the last thing you expected to be doing today. You also didn’t expect to walk in on Toji cheating on you in the very same bed you both slept in, nor did you expect to find a saviour in your stalker admirer, but here you are, sitting across from him in his home and trying to ignore the weight of his gaze every time he looks at you.

The three of them help you forget all about why you’re here for a while. They’re funny in a way that makes you laugh from the bottom of your belly. Conversation ebbs and flows with the ease of a friendship that has withstood the test of time, and they include you in a way that doesn’t feel forced. It’s clear that they’re each other's family. It’s sweet.

When you’re done, you help them clear away despite their protests. Shoko bids you all goodnight not long after that and leaves for her night shift at the hospital, much to your dismay. She gives you her number as she slides her handbag onto her shoulder. “Just in case,” she tells you with a wink and you watch her go forlornly.

Now it’s just you, Geto… and Gojo.

“Well, I’m gonna go shower and head to bed,” Geto announces mere moments after you flop down onto one of the sofas in their living room.

“Isn’t it a little early?” you blurt out and Gojo laughs.

“Nah, it’s actually kinda late for him. His hair routine takes forever.”

“I have to look after it,” Geto says defensively, glaring at his best friend. “You don’t get hair like this with 2-in-1 shampoo.”

“Who the hell uses 2-in-1?” you wonder aloud.

“It works for me,” Gojo shrugs.

“You won’t be saying that when you’re the first to go bald, Satoru.”

“I will not!”

“Whatever. Night, guys.” And with that, he flips him off as he disappears into his room. Leaving just you… and Gojo. How do you end up in these situations?

Awkwardly, you twiddle your thumbs, keeping your eyes trained resolutely on your lap. The quiet is nauseating, and you can feel exactly where Gojo sits a few feet away from you, no doubt staring you down the way he does at the bar. Why did you think this would be a good idea again?

“Y’know, I’m craving something sweet right now.”

What? Is he being serious right now? There’s no way you’d ever let him-

“You wanna go get some dessert?”

Oh.

“Dessert?” you echo, looking up at him.

“Yeah. There’s a place not too far from here that does the best crepes,” he says and then he gives you a crooked smile that does something embarrassing to your insides. “I’m buying.”

You find yourself agreeing and before long, the two of you are walking leisurely down the street, a cool breeze winding through your hair as you walk. Like before, he’s quiet, content to walk beside you with a soft smile on his face. It makes you uneasy, for some reason. Where’s the awful flirting? The incessant chatter? It’s like he can read your thoughts, for the moment those questions swirl through your mind, he interrupts them.

“We’re here.”

You jump, surprised to hear his voice shatter the quiet. God, he’s making you lose your mind - and not in a good way. He pushes the door open and the little bell above the frame rings softly as he grins at you. “Ladies first.”

Rolling your eyes, you step inside, the scent of chocolate and warm sugar wrapping around you. It looks like most dessert shops do - pastels on every surface you can think of, a pink neon sign behind the glass counter that's filled with all manner of ice creams and cakes and sweet treats that make your teeth hurt just by looking at them.

It takes a while for you to decide, your head spinning from all the possibilities on the menu he hands you, but eventually, you give up and ask him to pick something for you. The smirk on his face when you make your request makes you a little apprehensive but you brush it off as you slink away to find a booth.

“I hope you didn’t get something disgusting,” you sigh as he slides into the seat opposite to you.

“That word has no place here, baby. Trust me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“You seem to judge a lot of things before you know what they’re like,” he hums, resting his chin in his palm. “Including me.”

“I do not,” you say defensively. “I’m just… wary.”

“Wary?”

“Wary.”

“Because of… your ex?” he guesses.

“Amongst other things, yes.”

“Sounds rough,” he hums thoughtfully. “That’s why you were always so snappy.”

“No, that was because you stared me down every night.”

“I didn’t stare you down, I was appreciating the view!”

“You could’ve at least tried to be subtle!” Gojo purses his lips to hide his smile, but his twinkling eyes give away his amusement.

“I’m sorry,” he says and there’s laughter in his voice. “I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to come off like that.”

“Are you always weird about liking people?” The question sounds like an insult but you’re genuinely curious about the answer. He chuckles and a soft blush rises in his cheeks, the barest hint of pink colouring his skin.

“I’ve been known to get a little… lovesick in the past.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s not healthy.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not obsessive.”

“Then what would you call it?”

“I’m a naturally flirtatious guy! Although Suguru says I’m tactless.” He grimaces as if the word leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“He’s right,” you snort.

“He is not!” he huffs just as your desserts arrive and he visibly brightens. Quick as a whip, he swipes up his phone and pulls up his camera to snap a few pictures of his prettily presented crepe, decorated with drizzles of melted chocolate, ripe strawberries and generous dollops of fluffy whipped cream.

“The fact that you don’t see it, says a lot.”

“It does not!” he says, setting his phone aside before digging in. He hums happily, blue eyes fluttering shut in bliss as the flavours invade his tongue, bobbing side to side in a little dance. “Mm, that hits the spot.”

And it’s fucking ridiculous that this thought even crosses your mind but you can’t help it - he just looks so cute like this. Not irritating, not obnoxious, just a guy with a genuine grin on his face as he eats, like this is what makes him happy - and happiness looks rather beautiful on Gojo. (And you’d never admit it aloud, but he has excellent taste in desserts too.)

As you steadily make your way through your crepes, you find yourself softening towards the man opposite you. This thing between you, whatever it is, started with vehement rejection which has started to bloom into tentative friendship. Can you call it friendship? You’re still unsure as to whether he has any ulterior motives. But honestly, even if he does, you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore - he really is harmless.

“Are you gonna finish that?” he asks, his own plate polished clean as he peers at yours, eyeing how you halfheartedly prod at what’s left - there’s only so much sugar you can take. Gojo, on the other hand, seems like he’s still not satisfied. With a snort and a smirk, you push it towards him.

“No, you can have the rest if you want.”

“Wow, are you being nice to me?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he accepts your offering.

“Maybe,” you hum.

“And all it took was that dickhead cheating on you,” he hums, using your utensils to scoop up another bite without realising how your expression falters a little.

“Yeah. Guess I must be desperate.”

Gojo pauses, those wide, blue eyes blinking at you as you chew the inside of your cheek, staring resolutely at the table. His voice is low and soft. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, you raise your head, tears shining in your eyes. Gojo rests his hand between you, palm up like an offering. You look from his eyes to his hand and back again, sniffling pathetically. “Don’t cry, princess.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” Your words wobble and shake the way that your lip does as you fight back the wave of sobs you’ve been keeping down all evening.

“C’mere.” Another offering, as gentle as his gaze. This time, you don’t hesitate. The need for comfort overshadows every other impulse in you and you find yourself taking his hand, letting him squeeze it reassuringly as he caresses your knuckles.

But it’s not enough.

Sliding out of your seat, you stumble over to his side and he raises your joined hands a little to steady you, letting you collapse beside him of your own accord. All of it happens so naturally. You reach out for him and he mirrors you, curling his arms around your shoulders just as yours wrap around his middle. Your head finds its home against his chest and his heart beats rhythmically against your cheek, a soothing melody that helps steady your erratic hiccupping. Gojo shushes you gently, whispering to you so sweetly as he strokes your hair.

“How can you be upset over him when you’ve got a handsome guy like me taking care of you, hm?” he teases lightly. “Why don’t I put it into perspective for you. You left behind a big, ugly, cheating brute and now you’ve got a suave, handsome and charming prince to comfort you. Sounds like a win to me.”

“You’re no prince,” you mumble but you smile a little, hiding it in the fabric of his shirt.

“Well, technically I’m not, but I could be. I have the looks and the money and power.”

“It’s a shame you don’t have the personality,” you sniffle.

“That’s not true! I do too have the personality!” A snort of laughter slips out of you and he gently pushes you back, a smug grin on his face as he clumsily wipes at your cheeks. “Besides. I came rushing to your aid, didn’t I? Very chivalrous and princely of me, wouldn’t you say?”

You shake your head, a sad smile ghosting your lips. “If you’re a prince, then where is your princess?”

He hums thoughtfully, tucking your hair back with tender fingers. “I’m still looking for her,” he murmurs. “Though she may be closer than I think.”

“But how will you know that she’s meant for you? What if she’s not your happily ever after and you’re just chasing a dream?”

“That’s just a chance I’ll have to take,” he says honestly.

Sighing heavily, you suck in a shaky breath. “Isn’t that scary? What if she breaks your heart?”

“Then she breaks it,” he shrugs and then he smiles knowingly. “But I’ll still get to love her. What she does with that love is up to her.”

His words strike a chord in you. Is this what the world looks like through his eyes? Eyes that are more vivid than any sky, shimmering far more splendidly than any ocean ever could, two beautiful windows that lead the way to a heart brimming with love that has nowhere to go. Over and over, Gojo continues to surprise you. Perhaps you’d gotten off on the wrong foot. Resolutely, you stand on the right one, shimmying out of the booth and wiping at your cheeks.

“Let’s go home.”

By the time you arrive back at his apartment, it’s deathly silent, only for it to be broken by the sound of your laughter. The moment you step foot inside, you’re both trying to stifle your giggles, courtesy of the bag of sweets Gojo bought from a convenience store on your way back.

“Shhh! He’ll kill me if we ruin his sleep!” he whisper-shouts and you snort, shoving him in the shoulder as you slip your shoes off.

“I’d pay to see that.” You grin mischievously, cupping a hand around your mouth and opening it wide as though preparing to shout. “Hey, Ge-”

Quick as a flash, his hand covers your mouth, long fingers curling over your cheek as he muffles whatever you’re trying to say. Your brows knit together in a glare and he reluctantly releases you, holding a finger over his lips.

“Come on,” he says, voice low. “I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

You follow him through the apartment, stopping at an open door that leads into what looks suspiciously like the master bedroom. It’s all clean lines and sharp edges with a huge window on the far side overlooking the city, a very modern and distinctly masculine space. It takes a moment of surveying it through narrowed eyes, taking note of framed photographs and little knick knacks before you voice your suspicions.

“This isn’t the guest room, is it?”

“Nope, it’s mine,” he grins and your face screws up in a scowl. “Cool, right?”

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

“It’s really comfy,” he sings, as though that’ll persuade you.

“Dream on.”

“It was worth a shot,” he sighs, shutting the door and leading you to the one next to it instead. This room is furnished in neutral tones, tidy and devoid of all the personal touches that stood out in Gojo’s room, far nicer than any room you had in the apartment you shared with your ex. You notice the bags you brought with you tucked into the corner by the wardrobe. “The guest room, just for you.”

He lingers for a while as you dig through your bags and pull out pyjamas and toiletries, leaning against the door frame with one leg tucked behind the other, just so that he can fit under it, tufts of cotton brushing the top. He looks far too good standing there and it takes a lot of shooing and glaring to get him to leave so that you can use the en suite bathroom to shower before you sleep. Once you’re showered and dry, you heave a sigh as you plunge the room into darkness and finally slide under unfamiliar bedsheets, yawning widely.

Today has drained you. Exhaustion weighs you down like lead but sleep won’t find you. The bed is all wrong. Loathe as you are to admit it, it’s far too empty. You’re so used to curling up against a warm body, resting your head on a firm chest whilst thick fingers thread through your hair. Tears fill your eyes, the loneliness suddenly pushing down on your chest and knocking the breath out of you.

Because you can’t stay here forever. A day or two to gather your wits, maybe, but more than that would be an imposition. As kind as your host has been tonight, you just can’t rely on a stranger like that. But he’s not a stranger, is he? Something in you whispers. You suppose not. You are sort of… friends. You know things about him like how he has ‘sweet teeth not tooth’ because his sugar addiction is that bad, or how he’s actually smarter than he seems with a masters degree in physics, or how he considers his friends to be his family and so on. Those are things you know about your friends, right? And he took you in. Gave you food and a place to stay. He didn’t even complain. Maybe he’s-

Knock knock.

“Psst! Hey!” The door creeps open and you squint in the darkness, the glow of the moon illuminating the room ever so slightly, enough for you to make out his outline topped with starlight through the crack.

“What?” you whisper, loud enough for him to hear.

“Can I come in?”

“No! Go to sleep!”

“I can’t!” he whines, stepping inside anyway and shutting the door behind him. He makes a show of tip-toeing to your bed and sitting on the empty half, the bed sinking under his weight. With a groan, you flick on the lamp beside you, squinting against the sudden brightness. He’s dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants, hanging low on his narrow hips, lean torso bare for your eyes to marvel at, not that you do. Heat floods your cheeks as you look resolutely at his lap, which is no really no better so you squeeze your eyes shut instead.

“Why are you fucking naked?!” you whisper-yell.

“I’m not! These are my pyjamas!”

“Then where is your shirt?”

“Why would I wear a shirt to bed?”

You groan and look at him, his face this time. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Because I wanted to check in on you and see if you’re comfortable but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that so I spent the last hour debating with myself and-”

“-and you came here anyway.”

“Yep.”

“Well, you’ll be pleased to know that I can’t sleep either.”

“Why not?” he asks, propping the spare pillow against the headboard and lounging back against it.

“Because,” you sigh. “I’m not used to sleeping alone.”

“I did offer,” he reminds you and you click your teeth in irritation. “Aw, do you need a cuddle?” he coos teasingly, pinching the fat of your cheek. Lightly, you smack at his hand and look away, your cheeks burning. His voice melts into something softer when you don’t immediately snap back. “You do, don’t you?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you mumble.”

“I can fix that for you.” There’s no trace of teasing in his voice for once and you turn to him shyly.

“I can’t ask that of you.”

“So don’t. I’ll ask you and save you all that dreaded embarrassment.”

“Isn’t it weird?” He shakes his head, clears his throat and leans forward.

“Don’t laugh at me, okay?” he starts, so dramatically serious that you have to press your lips together to stifle your giggles. “But I can’t sleep, princess. I’m just so cold and lonely-”

“-don’t mock me!”

“-pretty please, won’t you cuddle this poor, lonely man?”

Rolling your eyes as he holds out his arms to you, you accept his offer. “I guess I could make an exception. Just this once though, okay?”

“Just once,” he agrees, getting under the sheets with you and collecting you close to his chest. You fit there so neatly, like the last piece of a puzzle, just as you had before. He smells fresh and masculine, his skin warm against your cheek where you rest it, so much so that you have to restrain yourself from nuzzling into him like a pleased cat. Long fingers brush your hair back and you sigh, peeking up at him as he speaks, low and soft. “Better?”

“Yeah.” Instinctively, Gojo dips his head down and brushes his lips over your forehead, your breath catching in surprise as he does so. It’s just a simple peck, more fleeting than the blink of an eye, but more longing blooms in your heart, like red camellias. Your grip on him tightens and before your brain can stop your tongue, the petals tumble out of your lips.

“Do that again.”

Not one to argue with such a request, he kisses you again, his lips lingering this time, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of his mouth on your skin. A shaky breath escapes you as you shuffle up the bed until you’re lying face to face, so close you can feel every single puff of his minty breath. You place a hand on his cheek, running your fingers over smooth, porcelain skin, skimming over his jaw and cheekbones.

“Whatcha doin’?” he whispers playfully, twisting his head to nip at your fingers.

“I don’t know,” you respond honestly, your thumb now tracing over the swell of his lower lip. “I just think this is nice.”

He hums, drawing you closer against him so that your chests press together. “What else are you thinking?”

Lip caught between gnawing teeth, you take a moment to spit out your answer, more red petals fluttering free. “Your lips are soft.”

“It’s the lip balm.”

“What flavour?”

“Wanna find out?”

A huff laughter escapes your nose and kisses his cheek. He’s so close now that you think you can feel his long, snowy lashes fluttering against your under eye. “Subtle.”

“I know.”

“... Just this once, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

If you try to explain the tangled mess that is your heart at this moment, every language in the world will fail you. But one thing is clear amidst the muddy confusion of broken, jagged pieces and those that are softly knitting together - you want Gojo. Right now, you want him. His hands, his lips, his warmth, you ache for it. Whether that feeling persists later on remains to be seen, but right now his lips are on yours and you’ve never tasted anything quite so sweet.

Every kiss is slow, deliberate and heart-breakingly tender. The way he holds you, like you’re the other half of his soul, like he’s known you since the first atom’s inception, it makes your chest feel tight. His lips are pillowy, silky, giving rather than taking. You never expected a man like Gojo to kiss you this way, so reverent and loving. It’s so different to- no. You won’t compare the two.

Just as he starts to pull away, when the need for air becomes too much to bear, you sink your fingers into his fluffy hair and pull him back for more. There’s an addictive quality to his mouth and you want to taste more of him, so you prod and poke with your tongue until you feel him smirk and part his lips for you to explore. A whimper vibrates in the back of your throat as his tongue meets yours, twirling and curling and filling you with unprecedented need. Your lips are slick with spit and you feel drunk on the taste of him, too caught up in the way he sucks on your tongue to think about any repercussions.

“Baby,” he rasps in between kisses, his hands digging into your waist to stop them from wandering. “Wait-”

“No,” you whine, shutting him up with another searing kiss, making him groan deliriously.

“Wait.” This time, he firmly holds you back, ocean blue roving over kiss-swollen lips and starry eyes. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t,” you insist, trying to pull him back in.

“Hey.” He cups your cheeks to still you. “I’m fine with you using me as a rebound. But I need you to be sure.”

“‘M not using you,” you mumble, though you’re not sure how much truth there is to that statement. You look at him with wide, glassy eyes. “I jus- I wanna forget all of it. Make me forget, please.”

He coos sweetly, brushing your hair back before he rolls you over, pressing you down into the mattress with the weight of his body. “Alright, princess. I’ll make you forget.” Swooping down, he kisses you again, more sensually than before and you immediately coil yourself around him, drinking down every drop of desire he pours into your mouth. “I’ll fill that pretty head with thoughts of me instead, yeah?”

“Please.”

Warm lips press delicately to the corner of your mouth before beginning their descent down, dragging wet over your jaw and throat where your pulse flutters, sucking sweetly at your flesh, just enough to bruise and break you beneath. Exposed skin is coloured in a love unknown, a love still too young to be called that, but a love all the same. And when fabric gets in the way, he pauses to take it off before continuing his journey in acquainting himself with your body.

Gojo catalogues all of it away in his mind, whether for memories sake or for future reference is yet to be seen, but he tucks it away for safekeeping. If he grazes his teeth here, you shiver, if he bites gently at your flesh there, you gasp and when he takes a nipple into his mouth, you whimper so prettily he swears he could cum on the spot. He finds great delight in sucking on the two stiff peaks, swirling his tongue over them and nibbling lighty, getting them wet with his saliva so that when he pulls back, they glisten and gleam.

“You look glorious like this,” he murmurs, leaning back to admire his handiwork thus far. He slides his palms over your spit-soaked tits, smoothing them over your tummy to grip at your hips. Pulling you towards him a little, he grinds your clothed core against the heavy bulge in his sweats, a shiver racing down his spine at the muted heat that seeps through. Dipping down again, he pitter-patters soft little kisses all over the delicate flesh of your belly whilst his hands slip under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms to work them off your legs along with your underwear. Your legs are pulled apart with ease and he whistles lowly, appreciative of the sticky mess that has accumulated between your legs.

“Look at you,” he marvels, reaching out to drag his forefinger and middle finger through your slit, hissing at the more intense heat of your pussy. He keeps swirling them around, avoiding your clit and spreading your arousal until his fingers are slick. He shoots a sly grin at you. “Fuck, you’re dripping from just a few kisses?”

Hands fly to your face to shield it from his view, heat burning under your skin like a thousand suns. You find it hard to look into his eyes - he’s gazing at you like you’re something he should prostrate to and you feel unworthy of such devotion.

“T-take yours off too,” you mumble, hooking a finger into his sweatpants and tugging at the elastic, keeping your gaze firmly on his chest whilst desperately trying to ignore his smirk.

“You wanna see me that bad?” he teases, wrapping his clean hand around your wrist and raising your greedy finger to his lips for a little kiss.

“I just think you’re wearing too many clothes. It’s not fair,” you half-lie. The size of his bulge has your curiosity piqued.

“I agree. But first, let me-” All of a sudden, he plunges one slender finger into you, down to the last knuckle before he slowly draws it out. He pushes is it back in with an excited hum, slowly fucking you with it, his lower lip caught between pearly teeth. “-ah fuck, I knew it. You just suck me right in, princess.”

A second finger joins the first, thrusting deep and steady as he watches you raptly, enamoured by how your breathing quickens and your features twist. He shoves his pants down his narrow hips with the other hand, chuckling under his breath at the whimper that slips out of you when his cock springs free, already stiff with need. It’s pretty, you can’t deny, with its flushed tip and prominent veins and the perfect upward curve. He pauses to toss his pants aside and shuffles closer to you again, settling right between your legs so he can continue to finger you. Not only is it pretty, it’s long. “You’re staring.”

“Now you know h-how it feels- ah!” You moan as his fingertips easily brush over the knot of nerves inside you and he laughs.

“I like it. Stay quiet for me, yeah? We don’t wanna wake Suguru,” he hums, pulling his fingers free and lifting them up so that you can see the slick that webs between them when he scissors them apart. Without hesitation, he pops them into his mouth and sucks, eyes rolling to the back of his head, a noisy, satisfied moan rumbling in his chest. “God, you taste so good.”

He can’t help himself. Gojo shifts to lie on his front, tossing your legs over his shoulders before burying his face in your cunt as though he’s been doing it for years. And the way his tongue moves makes you question if he has been. He eats you like he’s been starving for weeks on end or like you’re the first sip of cool, clear water after being lost in the desert. Long, broad strokes of his tongue to taste you fully, and then he swirls the tip over your pert clit and chuckles gleefully when you whine and grip at white locks of hair.

“More!” you whine, already half dizzy from the agonising ache that painstakingly builds in your abdomen from his greedy mouth. It’s like he’s doing this just to keep the taste of you heavy on his tongue rather than to make you feel good. But it does feel good and you can’t keep yourself from desperately crying out. “Please, Gojo!”

That makes him stop altogether. “What? Gojo?” he repeats, brow furrowing, a little frown downturning the corners of his mouth. He shakes his head, chin glistening with your slick as he looks up at you and clicks his teeth in disapproval. “No, no, no, baby. It’s Satoru.”

“But-”

“No. Sa-to-ru. Say it.” Each syllable is enunciated with a rough suck to your nub and you look away as you mumble his name, unfamiliar on your tongue but not unwelcome.

“S-satoru- please-”

“That’s better, good girl- fuck.” He pins your thighs back and spits loudly on your pussy, watching how it drips sluggishly down your flesh for a moment. “Good, good girl with a good, good pussy.”

He dives back in, licking up the mess he’s caused, his fingers pressing into your thighs to pull you closer, as if that's even possible with how deep he buries his tongue inside you, curling it in such a way that your back arches and your lungs stutter on every exhale. And just as it becomes too much to bear, just as you think you might tip over the edge, he pulls back, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, that’s addictive,” he says, almost surprised as you whimper from the loss of his mouth. There’s a cute little pout on your lips and your eyes are glassy, chest heaving, your hands reaching out for him as though you can’t stand being apart. Gojo is effortlessly scrambling your every last coherent thought exactly the way you wanted him to.

Bringing himself up to kneel, he keeps you firmly folded in half, laying his cock in the cleft of your pussy, admiring it amongst the sticky mess. Slowly, he rocks his hips, watching entranced as the viscous mix of fluids clings to him. “Stop teasing,” you say with a gasp, bucking your hips up when the tip stumbles over your entrance.

“Shh, just listen,” he whispers, still keeping that achingly slow pace with each pass over your pearl. There’s an embarrassing shlick shlick noise that he seems to delight in and he presses into you a little harder, adding more pressure against your core. “It’s so fucking wet and messy.”

“Mm- F-fuck me already, will you?”

“I will baby, I will,” he says soothingly, turning his head to kiss your calf, breath hot on your skin. “You need me so bad, don’t you? You need my cock deep inside you, huh princess?”

“Need it,” you mewl, nodding hurriedly. “Need it right now.”

Gojo hums, tapping his heavy tip against the little bundle of nerves and making you squeak at the sharp jolt of electricity that sings through your veins. “Yeah, you need me to fuck you good, right?”

“I… I need you, Satoru. Need your cock.”

“Yeah?” he grunts, teasing at your hole. “Ohh, you’re twitching so much! Desperate to suck me right into that tight little pussy, hm?” The fat tip pops into you slowly and your breath catches at the sudden stretch before he pops it back out again, shallowly fucking you with the engorged head. His cheeks are rosy and bright, eyes wild as he watches the way your cunt swallows him and drenches him in arousal, the way he secretly wished it would the moment he laid eyes on you. “J-just a warnin’ tho, baby.”

“Hm?”

“Once I start,” he groans, slowly pushing all the way in and knocking whatever breath is left out of your lungs. “I might not be able to stop- fuck you’re tight.”

Your legs drape around his waist and your arms follow suit around his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life when he starts to fuck you because he’s just so fucking deep. It’s almost like you can feel him in your stomach when he bumps up against your cervix with every thrust in. Closer, closer, you pull him down into you until your taut nipples graze his chest and your lips can reach his.

“‘S so deep,” you pant between kisses. “T-too deep.”

“You can take it, baby,” he whispers, rolling his hips and forcing his cock further somehow, eliciting a choked gasp from you. His hand finds the lower part of your abdomen and he applies just a little bit of pressure. You squeal, loudly and he immediately swallows your cries with his lips, muffling your growing volume. “Shh, gotta stay quiet, remember?”

Whimpering, you nod, biting your lip to keep the noises buried in your chest but it’s so damn difficult when he’s fucking you the way he his. Long, measured strokes of his cock that don’t give you any chance to breathe, holding you so close you can’t tell where he begins and you end. Your brain feels completely fuzzy, filled with nothing but cottony clouds of candy and the man deep in your guts. All you can think is Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, nothing but tiny skies and spun white sugar intoxicating every one of your senses.

“You’re mine now,” he moans, pressing his forehead to yours as his hips buck into you more desperately, unable to hold back the intensity of his own desire any longer. “Mine. Not his, mine. The way you should be- shit!”

“‘M yours,” you slur, too fucked out to realise what you’re saying. “Yours, Satoru, yours.”

“My baby.” His voice is thin with the beginnings of a whine as he chases his peak. “Gonna make you forget his stupid fuckin’ name.”

Gojo kisses you again, clumsily this time, all tongue and shameless little moans - he seems to have forgotten all about keeping quiet himself. Long fingers quickly find your swollen clit and your back arches as he strokes over it, again and again, his hips hammering sloppily into you until your legs lock around his waist and you cum hard with a noisy wail, a feeling of satisfaction washing over you as you shatter to pieces in the safety of his arms. Quickly, he pulls out of you right before he cums, roughly pumping himself through his orgasm as he spills every last drop of cum over your navel, hot and thick, lip caught between his teeth, his eyebrows knit together as he lets out a string of whiny curses under his breath.

“Kiss,” you mumble, pawing at his heaving chest as his cock twitches and the ecstasy begins to subside. Chuckling, he brushes his hair out of his eyes and captures your lips in a soft kiss, one that makes you feel whole and held. When he reluctantly pulls away, he smiles, nuzzling against your nose and cheek and leaving feathery kisses there too. A happy noise vibrates in your chest, like a purr, as you chase his every touch. Utter bliss blankets you, making you feel warm and gooey and you distantly think that you never want to leave this bed.

“Be right back,” he whispers, dropping a final kiss to your forehead before untangling himself from you and padding into the bathroom. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, the sound of running water acting as white noise as you let the weariness in your body finally catch up to you. Your quiet moment is interrupted by something warm and wet dragging lightly over your stomach, your eyes peeling open to find your lover(?) diligently wiping his spend from your skin. He looks up at you and winks. “Hope you’re not falling asleep on me just yet.”

“Hmm? Why?”

“Because,” he says, tossing the damp towel aside and crawling back into bed beside you, pulling the duvet over the both of you. He curls his body around yours, tucking your head under his chin and holding you tight against his chest. “I still wanna cuddle.”

“You can.”

“But it’s not as enjoyable if you’re not actively reciprocating,” he pouts.

“I will, just in my sleep,” you yawn, snuggling up to him.

“It’s not the same!” he insists and then his voice drops to a soft whisper, lips brushing over your hair and you might be going insane but it feels like you’ve been here before with him. “I’ve dreamt of this for so long.”

“That’s creepy,” you murmur tiredly.

“It’s romantic,” he argues. “I’ve always wanted to cuddle someone.”

“Don’t you cuddle with your friends?”

“Suguru punched me once when I asked and Shoko burnt me with her cigarette butt.”

You giggle quietly. “What about your other conquests?”

“What conquests?” he sighs dejectedly. “People just wanna fuck and leave. I know I’m a pretty face but it doesn’t feel good after a while.”

“Humble.”

He sighs again and holds you tighter, like he’s worried you’ll disappear too. “It’s different with you. You didn’t look at me and want to seduce me like a lot of people do.”

“So, you like me because I rejected you?”

“Kinda? I mean, it was hot when you cussed me out.”

“You’re weird.”

“But it’s more than that,” he continues, playing with a lock of your hair. You feel yourself drifting, weak to the pull of slumber. You feel so safe here, safe to just exist with him and ignore the world. “It’s like you see right through me.”

Gojo looks down when you don’t respond to find you fast asleep. You look at peace, and he’s glad you could find that in his arms . Secretly, he hopes you’ll always find refuge here, buried against his chest with your arms warm around him. He’ll freely offer it to you, always. As the lamp flickers off, his phone lights up with a message where he left it at your bedside. Gojo grimaces as he reads the notification.

It’s a text. From Suguru.

-> tags: @kuroosexuall @pastelle-rabbit @amiyasbby @bigbadwolfwood @strawberrystepmom @crysugu @cyb3rfaith @oinksa @chuuyasboots @asgoodasdead666 @eussstasss @gojoest

#seli’s favs #seli loves you #i love gojo #i need him so bad

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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OH MY GOD HE’S BEAUTIFUL WHAT???

megumi with suguru’s hair is so very personal to me

#seli’s favs #megumi’s so cute

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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real😻

want to ride gojo satoru’s face.

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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scott pilgrim anime reference???😻

you and satoru were co-stars in the second season of a very famous tv showed, to your surprise, everyone loved the both of you.

talked about how fluent the dialogue was, how your body language reacted to his and his did the same, almost like…

“fuck, fuck, fuck satoru!” your body banging against the mirror in your trailer as satoru slammed into you, your panties dangling from your angle.

“shhh… fuck, shut the fuck up.” he grunted out between thrusts, his big dick pushing into you so deep you were starting to get light headed.

his head dropping to your shoulder as he starts to get close, his hands gripping your hip getting tighter and so does your walls.

clenching around him as hie tries to keep a steady pace but it’s only getting sloppier, his grunts turning into whimpers.

your hand coming up to cover your mouth so you won’t spill moans out, tiny los forming in your throat and a tear falling out your eye.

“fuck…” satoru draws out, his pace slowing down and your body releasing all tension, your eyes twitching from the wave of pleasure.

so there’s that, two co stars, fucking in between breaks, nothing strange there, nope.

if anything it’s a good thing, the fluidity of your movements and dialogue with each other is great, that’s what keeps the viewership.

reading the comments on how you guys looked like you were actually in love made you and satoru’s cheeks warm.

another reason why this should never stop, money, pleasure, it’s everything.

“wanna run lines in your trailer?” your cheeks warm from asking the question but satoru likes your boldness.

taking your hand and walking you to his trailer.

he loved how your body gravitated and moved in motions with his, cause this method acting if you will.

the fake sex on screen even felt so real, the sexual tension between you two were so strong, everyone on set could feel it.

“ugh what beautiful artists you both are .” the director would say to the both of you. the praise felt good, and not something someone says to be nice… it felt real.

real enough for you to want to keep fucking him.

#seli’s favs #seli loves you #jujutsu kaisen #scott pilgram takes off

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h1ghoffu · 3 months

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AHHHH

Not even god himself

synopsis: Gojo insists day in and day out you let him fuck you raw, and one day you give in. Only when he promises to pull out before he cums, does he actually hold that promise?

contains: pwp, fem reader, established relationship, clothed cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, teasing, dacraphillia, so much dirty talk it should be illegal, unprotected sex, rough sex, reatrains, gojo is an asshole but he loves you<3

MDNI

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"Baby cmon pleasseeeee, It'll feel sooo good for both of us I promise. Don't you wanna feel me inside you with nothing between us?" Gojo cooed, peppering kisses up your legs as you sat on the couch, thighs crossed as you stared at the man on the floor who was too large to be kneeling in front of you like this.

Satoru had been asking to fuck you raw since the day you got together. The first time you slept together it was "oh noooo, I forgot to buy condoms, sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw" followed by a not-so-smooth wink. You made him take a little trip to the convenience store that night that happened to be right across from your apartment before things went any further.

He tried to ask to fuck you raw on any special occasion too, his birthday? You bet. Your first anniversary? Absolutely. Father's Day? He wasn't even a father… The closest you let him get to fucking you raw was when you let him rub his cock on the outside of your cunt, your folds rubbing along his dick as he poked and prodded at your clit with his fat head.

He tried to sneakily press his tip against your entrance, saying he wasn't going to put it in, quickly followed by "Just the tip." You did not let him put "just the tip" in because "just the tip" didn't exist with Satoru. You knew once he got a taste of your raw pussy, not even god himself could pull him out of you, it was too risky.

You did admit the idea sounded wonderful, and it pained you to turn him down every time he asked, but you weren't on birth control, and once again, you didn't trust Gojo to pull out before he came. Hell, he kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside you while he came with a condom on, always pouting when he pulled out saying "What a waste, that could've been inside you" and effectively riling you up from those words alone.

The reason you had waited so long to get on birth control was simply because of your job. You were a jujutsu sorcerer too, and it seemed like every time you started to make the appointment to see your doctor to get on some form of birth control, work interveined. So when you finally got on birth control after over a year of dating Satoru practically cried in your arms begging you to let him fuck you raw now.

You sighed and held the big baby in your arms as you told him that the effects of birth control didn't start fully working until 2 weeks of consistently taking the pill. "So you'll let me fuck you raw in 2 weeks?" Gojo said, perking up instantly. You rubbed your head as you felt a migraine start to come on as you said, "We'll revisit this later."

Satoru had taken your words to heart. He set a timer on his phone for the same time, every single day, for two weeks--and whenever that alarm went off, he dropped whatever he was doing to find you and remind you to take your pill. He had observed the way you said you needed to take the pill consistently for 2 weeks for it to work, so he was going to take absolutely every single precaution to make sure nothing got between you, and taking that goddamn pill.

Sure he had waited over a year with no date in sight of when he was going to be able to fuck you raw, but now that he had a date, or at least a possible date, of when he could? He didn't think he would be able to handle it if you missed a day and had to start over from day 1. Satoru was a very impatient man when it came to anything involving you, this wasn't something he was going to play around with.

So two weeks later, here Gojo was, on his knees as he pouted up at you with those big blue eyes as he begged, tears in his eyes and all, for you to let him fuck you raw. "Satoru… I don't know." You replied, making him perk up. 'I don't know' wasn't no. Gojo turned up all his seducing techniques to the max, he needed to seal the deal before you were turned off by the idea.

"Just think about it baby, my hard cock inside of you…" Satoru said softly, running his long fingers up the underside of your shins sensually, "Imagine how warm It'll feel, hm? You'll be able to feel every vein on my dick, every fucking vein." You looked away in embarrassment, feeling your face grow hot. Satoru picked up on this, he was winning you over, and he had to keep going.

"I'll even pull out before I cum baby, I promise. Just a couple of thrusts, yeah? Just a couple I just need to feel you for a little bit." Satoru begged, his hands sliding under your thighs that were pressed against the cushions as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders. "Satoru… we both know you won't be able to stop halfway…" You said, still averting your gaze.

"For this, I can do it, baby, cmon don't you trust me? I'll give you a good few strokes, nice n deep, just how you like it." Gojo whispered, pressing kisses as he made his way up your thighs. "Then I'll pull out and put on a condom before I cum, that way I can still cum inside you, yeah? How's that sound? You wanna feel your boyfriend's hard cock inside you with no rubber?" Gojo cooed, kissing higher and higher up your thighs as he tried to win you over.

If Gojo was honest with himself, he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep his promise. He would say anything to you right now if it meant you would let him hit it raw, and he knew deep down that you knew that too, but gauging by your response and how fidgety and squirmy you got, Gojo could tell you wanted it just as bad as he did.

Gojo sealed the deal by sliding his hands under your hips and pulling your body down from the couch so your crotch was right in front of his face. "Hey, look at me." He pouted, nuzzling your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "Your boyfriend is talking to you down here~" Biting your lip between your teeth you looked down at the man between your thighs.

You kept your hands together over your chest, afraid to move. "Yeah… look at me, don't look away." Gojo cooed, keeping his all-seeing eyes on yours as he leaned forward and kissed your clothed cunt through your shorts, making you gasp in surprise. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you're thinking." He asked, giving your face one more once over before he pressed himself against your mound once more and kissed right where your clit was.

Your hands came to card through his hair as his tongue poked out between your teeth and pressed against your pussy through your shorts, the dull feeling of stimulation only frustrating you, creating an intense fire to burn strongly in your groin. "God… o-okay, okay." You finally said, your nails raking against Gojo's scalp as he mimicked how he ate you out, just over your clothes.

Gojo giggled against your clothed pussy before he pulled his face back, his arousal evident on his face with how red his cheeks were, combined with his blurry, unfocused eyes. "Okay, what baby? I need to hear you say it." Gojo said, nuzzling his head against your thigh once more as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

His cock was twitching rapidly against the confines of his boxers as he awaited your words. "You can fuck me raw." You said softly, wincing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes once more, continuing to caress Gojo's head. Gojo released a groan mixed with a laugh as he felt himself leak an alarming amount of pre-cum inside his boxers. "Fuck baby, you have no idea what that did to me," Gojo said, thrusting his hips forward into the air, trying to get whatever relief he could as his erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

"You want it now? Hm? I know how wet you are, I could hear your pussy talking to me when I was teasing her. You wanna feel me inside you right now don't you?" Gojo spoke, slightly projecting with his words. You hadn't realized how much your breathing had picked up as Gojo had been teasing you. The need you felt between your thighs was unlike anything you've ever felt before, he was right, you needed him, and you needed him now.

Looking back at your boyfriend with a pout, you nodded, trying to press your thighs together to emphasize your need before you spoke. "I need it now Satoru. Please…" That was all he needed to hear before he was scooping you up in his arms and making a b-line for his bedroom.

The two of you kissed like it was your last night alive, moans and gasps spilling from the other's lips each time your lips separated in a loud smack. Gojo placed you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, instantly wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed his bulge against your clothed cunt.

"You feel me?" Gojo sighed against your lips between kisses, relishing in the way your moans increased in volume each time he humped his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your pussy. "Yeah…" You moan back desperately, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer to you. "All for you baby, so hard just for you." Gojo groaned, emphasizing his words by pressing his hips flush against yours and keeping them there.

The friction felt so fucking good, he was so hard it felt like his knee was pressing between your legs. You sucked on his tongue as his hands wrapped under your back that was pressed against the sheets. His lithe fingers slipped under your shirt and found the clasp of your bra with ease, undoing the metal hooks with just a couple of fingers. You sighed at the relief of the pressure from your bra hugging your upper torso.

"Let me get this off you." Gojo rushed, leaning back a bit so he could pull your shirt off with ease, practically ripping the bra from your body once he had the shirt off of you. Gojo licked his lips as he took your tits in his hand, massaging them and pressing them together as he gave himself a show. Your nippled pebbled under his touch, making Gojo's mouth water.

"So fucking pretty, they're practically begging me to suck them." Gojo sighed, his cock twitching as he felt the softness of your tits in his hands before he leaned in and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud. Your back arched against him as you gasped, your hands gripping his hair harder to ground yourself as he sucked on your nipple, the other hand toying with the little bud that wasn't currently in his mouth.

"Oh fuck- Satoru fuck-" You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued thrusting his hips against yours. He moaned around your nipple, only aiding the warmth you felt between your legs. You were sure you had soaked completely through your panties by now, you felt so hot. Gojo's eyebrows furrowed as his plush lips sucked around your nipple, his soft pink tongue flicking it and rolling around it expertly, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

Satoru popped off of your nipple with a smile, his lust-filled eyes staring down at your already disheveled form as he placed his hands by your shoulders and pushed his body up, keeping his eyes on yours as he dry humped you like he was fucking you. "You're so worked up." He moaned, his mouth slightly open as he smiled through his noises. "You that excited to feel my cock inside you? Huh?" He teased, rolling his hips in circles the way he knew drove you crazy.

Your hands fell from his hair down to his hips, you bit your lip as you pulled his hips towards yours, making him hump into you harder. "Y-you're one to talk." You shot back, tilting your head to the side against your pillow as you stared down at his hard cock, threatening to rip through his boxers and pants alike.

Gojo giggled before he responded, his head dropping down as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. A small wet patch had formed on the front of Satoru's pants from how much his cock was leaking. "I'm getting to fuck my pretty girlfriend raw, of course, I'm fucking excited." He smiled, his cerulean eyes looking back up at you.

"Satoru… stop teasing me, I n-need to feel you." You begged, moaning each time he rocked his hips into yours, your nails digging into his hips. "Tell me more baby," Gojo begged, pulling his lip between his teeth as he looked at you expectantly. You pouted at his words, he knew how embarrassed you got when he put you on the spot like this, but you were too worked up to be as shy about it as you otherwise would've been.

"Toru, give me your cock, n-need to feel you inside me with no c-condom." You begged, your hand sliding to the front of his body as your hand slid under his shirt, your fingers tracing up the indents of his defined abs as you pushed his shirt up higher and higher, exposing his toned body to your greedy eyes. Gojo groaned at your needy words and touch before he leaned back and crossed his arms over his body, gripping the end of his t-shirt as he pulled it up and over his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Your hands smoothed down his chest, your nails raking over his porcelain skin as you left angry red marks in their wake. Gojo dropped his chin down to look down at you, groaning as you marked him up. He felt his cock twitch against his pants when you got to the waistline of his pants and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Take care of yourself, baby." He smiled, his hands coming down and pushing yours out of the way as he started to take off his pants. "Get outta those shorts for me." He winked.

You didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, you slipped your fingers under the band of your shorts and pulled them down your body, panties and all. Gojo's watchful eyes took in how your cunt connected to your pretty panties with a string of your arousal before it broke when you pulled them too far down your legs, kicking them off of your body.

You rubbed your body against the sheets, getting comfortable as you spread your legs for Gojo as he undressed himself. Gojo shook his head as he watched your teasing fingers slide down your body and reach your clit as you slowly started to rub the neglected but in small circles. "Fuck, someone's needy. Don't start the fun without me." Gojo teased, shimmying out of his pants.

His boxers were doing little to conceal the massive boner he was sporting, the pretty flushed tip poking out through the band of his boxers, the tip wet with his pre-cum. "H-hurry then." You replied, slowly slipping a finger inside your wet cunt with ease, thrusting it slowly as you stared shamelessly at his hard cock, wishing he was inside you already.

Gojo let out a long groan as he watched you finger yourself. He quickly added his boxers to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen when he fully pulled them off. His white pubes were neatly trimmed and made a perfect backdrop for his flushed red cock to really stand out. "What are you doin' huh? Why are you fingering yourself?" Gojo asked, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock to ease his arousal as he watched you add a second finger inside yourself, shamelessly getting off in front of him.

9 times out of 10, Gojo was the one to stretch you out, so he was confused about whether you were just needed or if there was another reason. His question was quickly answered when you whined out, "I don't wanna wait for you to stretch me out, n-need to feel you right now." you begged, curling your fingers inside yourself as you massaged your g-spot, scissoring and thrusting them inside yourself as you tried to open yourself up for him.

Gojo stroked himself faster as he groaned watching you, a dopey smile on his face. "Babyyy… you should never have to prep yourself." He smiled, his free hand caressing your inner thigh briefly before he slid his hands down to your entrance. You watched him carefully as he rubbed his fingers on the underside of your hole that was stuffed with your smaller fingers. Each thrust inside yourself made more and more wetness gush out of you.

"Is there room for me? Hm?" Gojo teased before he flipped his hand so it was facing the ceiling and slowly started pushing two fingers in alongside yours. Both of your jaws dropped in tandem as he fully inserted his fingers inside you, feeling how tight you felt with your fingers also stuffed inside your little cunt. "Fuck, you're so warm." Gojo cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the way your cunt stretched to accommodate his fingers.

You whined and gasped as you adjusted to the stretch--fairly quickly thanks to how wet you were. "C'mon, keep movin' ur fingers with me if you wanna do it yourself so bad." Gojo teased, stroking his cock at the same pace as his fingers inside you. You gasped when he curled his fingers with you, the added pressure of his stronger fingers pressing into you stimulating your g-spot tenfold. "T-toru, enough…" You begged when he sped up, acting like he was trying to get you to cum on his fingers.

"Not yet… I like this, it's like we're holding hands, heh." Gojo giggled, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as he continued to fingerfuck your cunt with you. "N-no I'm gonna cum-" You warned, trying to slow your own fingers inside yourself to block Gojo from hitting your sweet spot. "So cum~," Gojo said nonchalantly, his cock twitching in interest at feeling your cum around his fingers.

You pushed his wrist away with your other hand, successfully slowing his thrusts inside you. You shook your head before looking up at him once more, your eyes making contact with his, which were already staring at you. "Wanna cum on your cock…" You said bashfully, pouting as you spoke, embarrassed by your own words.

Gojo raised his eyebrows as his jaw fell open in a small o as he stared at you incredulously. He broke out into laughter a couple of seconds after, his fingers sliding out of you at the same time. You winced at the loss, already wishing he was back inside you. "God, could you be any cuter?" Gojo asked, looking at you lovingly. He rubbed his fingers wet with your juices over the top of his cock, mixing his cum with yours.

Soon after he was leaning over you, pushing at your hip as he tried to signal you to turn over on your stomach. You quickly complied, not wanting to make either of you wait any longer. "Up," Gojo said quietly, his hand pulling your pelvis toward the ceiling. You stuck your ass up, creating a gap between your pelvis and the bed for Gojo as he stuck a pillow under your hips, creating the perfect arch for you so he would be able to hit it just right while you laid there and took it.

"Good girl." He said, leaning over you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand bracing himself on the side of your body. Gojo looked down at your ass laid out for him as he tapped his hard cock on your cheeks, making the fat ripple from the impact. You wiggled your ass at him, whining out his name. "Let me have a little fun pretty girl, I've waited too long for this after all." Gojo cooed, slotting his cock between your ass cheeks as he rubbed back and forth teasingly, smearing his precum on your ass.

You whined in response, irritated with the white-haired man. That should be the exact reason why he should be impatient, so why was he taking his time? You were fed up with his teasing already, you were dripping wetness down your thighs, how could he keep denying you? You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around the pillow in front of you, rubbing your cheek against it.

Gojo pulled his hips back and pushed the middle of his cock down with his thumb, angling it towards your pussy. "God, I can't believe you're finally letting me fuck you raw." He moaned, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his leaky tip against your folds, catching his head on your clit and making your body jolt from the stimulation.

"I'll take it back if you don't fuck me already." You bit, wiggling your ass back against him, making his tip rub into your folds. Gojo pressed his hips against yours, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip. "You don't mean that~" Gojo cooed, continuing to tease you, only shallowly thrusting his cock on the outside of your hole, making you think he was going to slip it in at any moment.

You turned your head on the pillow to look back at him through the corner of your eye, a look of serious need plastered on your face as you made eye contact with him. "Try me." You spat, your lip quivering with how badly you wanted him. Gojo furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes on yours as he slowly started pushing his cock into you, not wanting to test you right now. He had waited so long for this, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by being too cocky.

"Oh fuck-" You moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as Gojo's cock slipped past the tight ring of your cunt, penetrating you. Gojo's jaw dropped fully open as he gasped heavily into the room, his chin dropping down so he could stare at the place where the two of you were connected. You felt the familiar burn from the stretch as Gojo slowly slid his cock inside you, inch by inch, he was going so slow you truly felt every single vein.

"Holy fuckk- ngh- you're so much warmer." Gojo moaned, feeling his balls already pulse with his release. "S-so soft too, ohmygod-" Gojo was quickly losing himself inside your pussy, his pretty eyes fluttering with how intense this felt for him. The two of you moaned in tandem when he thrust his cock inside you, giving you the last couple of inches all at once so he was now fully sheathed inside your pussy.

You whined at how hot he felt inside you, how soft the skin of his dick was, everything, you felt everything. Gojo wasn't fairing much better, his breath hitching and stuttering as he fought not to cum the second he got inside you. "Tell me I can move baby, I gotta fuck you, I'm not gonna last long like this," Gojo begged, practically crying out the words as he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him rapidly.

"Please, move baby ple-" Your words were cut short by Gojo thrusting needily into your cunt, loud squelches accompanied your whines and cries as you gripped the pillow you rested your head on for dear life. "Fuck- fuck you feel so good baby, can feel all of you like this." Gojo moaned, his sounds rivaling the volume of your own.

You silently cursed yourself for not doing this sooner. You sobbed and nodded in agreement against the pillow, squeezing your thighs together to bring your clit some relief as Gojo fucked into you quickly. The second his cock was fully out of you, it was back in you like it never left. Not only was his pace incredibly fast, but it was hard too, he was truly making the most out of this opportunity.

"D-dont forget t-oo pull out when you get close-" You tried to cry out as you felt yourself get pushed towards the edge already. Gojo tipped his head back as he half ignored your words. "Yeah yeah, pull out," Gojo mumbled, shrugging you off, "Give me those fucking hands baby." He growled not even a second later, his hand reaching up by your head to pull at your bicep, making your arm lay behind your back.

You pulled the other out from behind the pillow for Gojo and he quickly pressed your wrists together and locked your arms behind your wrist with his one strong hand. His fingers were so long that he enclosed both of your wrists in just the one palm. He used his other hand to pull your hips up so you were resting on your knees, face up, ass down, as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

Now that he had manipulated your body into such a harsh arch, he was fucking right into your sweet spot, you felt his cockhead ram into it every time he thrust his cock inside you, it made your moans cut off in a choked whine each time. "You're so fucking tight in this position, I can feel my cock hittin' that soft spot inside you that makes you go all dumb on me." Gojo cooed, shaking his head as he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, not wanting to cum too fast.

Your pussy genuinely felt like a vice in this position, he was barely able to last five minutes in this position with a condom on, so he could only imagine how quickly this was gonna be over now that he was fucking you raw. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream when your high washed over you unexpectedly. In this position, Gojo's cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gojo's eyes shot open in surprise, his hand that wasn't holding your wrists dug itself into your ass as his abs clenched with the intensity of arousal that washed over him. The feeling of you suddenly cumming on his cock caught him off guard just as much as it caught you off guard, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high. "Ohshitohshit- t-too tight." Gojo moaned, sucking air in through his teeth as he slowed down a bit, fighting to not paint your walls white.

You cried out Gojo's name like a mantra as your body shook and jolted with your orgasm, your pussy leaking out cum around his cock. Gojo took a deep breath in when you came down from your high, your walls loosening around him significantly and allowing him to breathe. "God baby, almost made me fill you up with that one. How did cumming on my dick feel hm? Bet you felt every inch of me rubbin' inside you." Gojo cooed, his own words working him up.

Your post-orgasm-hazed brain could only focus on Gojo admitting that he almost came inside you, realizing then that he said he promised he was only going to give you a couple of thrusts raw before he pulled out. As good as this felt, you knew he was close by his incessant babbling and his sloppy hips fucking against your ass with no rhythm.

"T-toru pull out n-now" You cried as he fucked you into overstimulation, your legs crossing as his balls continued to batter your sensitive clit. "Hm? What was that? You want me to pull out?" Gojo asked, delaying your request by playing dumb. "I don't know if that's fair though… you got t-to cum on my cock so why do I have to pull out to cum?" Gojo pouted, continuing to fuck his cock inside your pussy, your walls feeling so much softer around him now that you had cum once.

"W-what?" You choked out a confused sound at Gojo's words. That wasn't what you had agreed on, was he seriously going to cum inside you? "Sator-uuu pull out or put on a c-condom, you promised." You cried, trying to wiggle your arms out of his iron grip to no avail. Your body was so weak to the pleasure Gojo Satoru gave you, you weren't getting out of this unless he wanted you to.

"You want me to put on a condom so bad?" Gojo paused his thrusts to lean over to the bedside table, picking up one of the condoms he had placed there for later he got back into position behind you and threw the condom at you, the foil wrapper hitting you in the head softly before it fell in front of your eyes. "Open it for me." He finished, smirking at you mischievously.

You felt like crying, he was being so unfair. Realistically you knew if Gojo came inside you, you would be fine because of the birth control, but you would 100% put him on a pussyban, and a part of your rational brain knew that. Nonetheless, you tried to wiggle towards the condom, shimmying your shoulders against the sheets as you tried to jerk your hands out of Gojo's stronghold once more.

"C'mon, you're not even trying. It's like you want me to c-cum inside." Gojo teased, trying to keep his words composed but ultimately failing as he felt your pussy bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Toru d-don't, please pull outtt-" You begged, shaking your head as your body was manhandled by the large man twice your size that was teasing and bullying you while fucking your pussy raw.

Gojo tsked as he pouted at you, his cock twitching as he took in your teary, defiant face. "You didn't even try~ C'mon, try a little harder I'm about to cum you still have some time-" Gojo faux encouraged, fucking his cock into you harder. You shook your head, relaxing your arms in his hold as you allowed Gojo to do with your body what he would, you knew you stood no chance if he was adamant about cumming inside you.

"You're so fucking cute you know that? F-fucking love you so much." He giggled, his words coming out choked and breathy as your cunt milked his dick right to the edge. It was over, he was going to cum inside you and you were going to have to ban sex for a year… no two years… maybe forever. As you let Satoru yank your arms back so your body met his thrusts, readying yourself to take his load--

--he pulled his cock out at the last minute, "I'm cumming- c-cumming fuck, fuck-fuuuuuck." It took every ounce of strength in his body, but he managed for pull out. Gojo groaned as he jerked his cock rapidly, wet with your juices, over your ass. Hot ropes of his thick cum landed on the skin of your ass and thighs as he milked his cock for all it was worth, his nails digging into your wrists as he came. His eyes fluttered back in his head as his body endured one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

You sighed in relief, closing your teary eyes as you gasped against the pillow as Satoru smeared his cum all over your ass, rubbing his tip along your skin to make sure he gave you every last drop of his seed. He released your hands and your body fell limply against the sheets, Gojo's body chasing yours as he laid on top of you, his cum smearing all over the skin of his pelvis and abs as he embraced your body from behind.

He couldn't find himself caring about the warm stickiness of his seed rubbing along his skin much as he held your tired body in his arms, giggling as he peppered kisses along your arms and the back of your head. "Did I scare you? Heh, did you really think I was gonna cum inside you?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear as he whispered against the shell of your ear.

You felt the veins in your head bulge out in annoyance. Gojo was such a sadist, and he knew exactly how to press all of the buttons that made you want to punch him in the face. "Gojo, I swear to god, I almost killed you." You mumbled, staring at the wall in front of you in anger. Gojo giggled against your head, his arms squeezing around you tighter.

"Awww, don't use my last name, you're scary when you do that." He said, trying to roll his body over yours to get a good look at your face. He succeeded in caging his larger body over yours, forcing you to lay on your back, hands crossed over your chest as you looked up at him angrily.

Satoru smiled softly before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. " Thank you for doing this with me~ I'm sorry if I scared you, you're just so fun to tease~" he cooed. Your expression had softened when he kissed you, but it quickly went back to that of annoyance when he said that last part. You tried to roll over on your side to escape him, but it was futile.

"I was going to put you on a pussyban y'know. Still might, haven't decided yet." You pouted, teasing him back, only your voice was dead serious, making him think your words were too. Who were you kidding, you couldn't last longer than a week without fucking Satoru, you were just as insatiable as he was.

Gojo raised his eyebrows at you shocked as he leaned in to scan your face for sarcasm. "You wouldn't." He challenged, keeping his eyes full of worry on yours. "If you don't get your cum off my ass in the next ten seconds, I might," you responded, turning your head to look up at him. You don't think you've ever seen a man scramble away from you to get a towel so fast in your life.

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h1ghoffu · 4 months

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HES SO CUTE STOP😭

the birthday boy

- fushiguro megumi x reader

your boyfriend is indifferent towards his own special day, but with you, he actually finds it worth celebrating

genre/warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff with a teeny weeny dash of angst

notes: loosely based on this fanart. pls just give my boi back gege you awful one-eyed cat how could you hold him hostage even on his birthday

listen to: sakura koi by mosawo don't mind me i just get all soft for this poor boy *sigh*

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Megumi never really liked birthdays—his own birthdays, specifically.

"Come on, Megumi... just what is it that you want for your present?" you pleaded, pursing your lips together as you faced your boyfriend. "I don't want to give you a surprise only to find out it's not something you'd enjoy!"

However, ever since Gojo went and took him in, ever since he began attending Jujutsu High, and ever since he started dating you, to his chagrin, everyone started making a big fuss over it.

With the straightest face ever, he glanced at you and muttered, "I'm telling you, you can get me whatever."

"That's not an answer!"

"Seriously, you can pick anything. I'm good with anything."

You huffed in exasperation. "You're so unbelievably uncooperative, sheesh."

"On the contrary, I think I'm being quite amiable," he deadpanned. "You don't have to think about it that hard."

In a way, you should've expected this. Your boyfriend was never one who made a big deal over anything, and he probably meant it when he said that he was good with whatever. Your soft boy was just wired that way.

Meanwhile, to Megumi, his birthday was more of a remainder of good old days he spent with his kind sister and Gojo—when times were much more simpler. When Tsumiki was still alive and well. Call him an emo, but he was just feeling bittersweet.

Tsumiki would craft him this makeshift party hat, and Gojo would get him an overly sweet birthday cake with an even more over-the-top frostings. They'd join in singing him happy birthday, and Gojo's singing would be intentionally and especially awful while at it.

But now that he thought back to it, he kind of missed those times.

You threw him a narrowed-eyed look. "Forget it, I half-expected this anyway—" but then, suddenly struck by an idea, you exclaimed, "—oh! Wait, I know!"

Your enthusiastic exclamation caught his attention, and he silently observed as you furiously tapped away on your phone, scouring Google for standard gift ideas for boyfriends.

For the next half-hour, you continuously sought his feedback on each of suggestions. However, Megumi only nodded or agreed with evident disinterest, which didn't really answer your question at all.

“You’re seriously going to be like this, huh?” you sighed, frowning in total indignation, but in your boyfriend’s eyes, you were the height of absolute cuteness.

As you grumbled inwardly about how dull he was, Megumi wore a small smile. Truthfully, if asked, his ideal birthday would revolve around spending time with you. You didn't have to lose your head over this.

Needless to say, you were still trying to make it an event to remember. And Megumi knew, because you were so obvious it was giving him secondhand embarrassment.

"Itadori! I'm telling you—" you were rebuking a sheepish Yuji on broad daylight regarding which color for balloons to be placed in the class on the day of his birthday. Earlier, he saw you and Nobara huddled together, talking about cakes and pastries, then also animatedly discussing with Inumaki, Panda and Maki, pulling out all the stops for a celebration plan without missing a beat.

Megumi could only facepalm at your attempt to maintain secrecy—in which you were failing miserably, almost as if you hadn't really made an effort at all.

"Isn’t it nice, Megumi?" suddenly Gojo slid beside him, with a stupid grin on his face. "Someone who exclusively goes this far for you, hmm?"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Ha! Don't be shy," Gojo barked, leaving him with a friendly pat in the back before stalking away with a snicker, and Megumi wasn't the least bit amused. He was certain that at least, Yuji and Nobara would tease the heck out of him after all was said and done due to your antics.

Even so, he didn't have the heart to stop you, appreciating your well-meaning efforts. He felt somewhat soft too inside, as he didn't expect that there would be someone who cared about this way too much like you did. Just it felt strange—

—because last he remembered, the only person who was hellbent on making his birthday a nice memory was Tsumiki.

. . .

So you were organizing a surprise party for him alongside others. Megumi already knew that, he had anticipated it and frankly, he didn’t actually expect much, but when he actually stepped into the classroom and was greeted with a literal bang, confetti, colorful banners, balloons, and a crowd of well-wishers, he was floored.

“Fushiguro! Happy birthday!”

“Look happier a little, would you?!”

“Look! Look! We got you a cake!”

Yuji and Panda almost hugged him—but before he could, Megumi shoved them away, Nobara handed him a paper bag tied with a pretty bow with a cool smile—believing her gift to be the best, Inumaki gave his hand a shake, and Maki wished him only the best.

All of this was within his expectations. He knows, and yet…

"Hey, Megumi! Smile!" your voice stood out the most, along with your widest smile, beaming and gesturing towards the camera as you were about to take a group picture.

Megumi swore his heart skipped a beat. His pretty, sweet girlfriend. Your affections reached him, and it dampened the hardness that he always carried inside his heart. In that fleeting moment, he felt you were radiant, just like the sun.

Then he turned his gaze and found the person he knew he could never thank enough in this lifetime. Gojo, for the first time in a while, wasn't the clown he made himself to be for his sake. Standing with crossed arms, he quietly watched over him, nodding towards the camera as well with a meaningful smile.

Megumi felt warm, he felt loved, and he wouldn’t admit it, but this might be the best day of his life—surrounded by you and his friends like this. And he actually felt more than just that, but no words could do it justice, because nothing could have ever captured the overwhelming fullness inside his chest.

Tsumiki... You see... I'm doing well, you know?

Later, after all festivities are done, you managed to pull him into a secluded corner of the dorms to give him your one-of-a-kind gift, while fidgeting nervously.

"What is it?" he questioned, gaze squarely fixed on you. "At this point, there's no need for you to be this nervous. Nothing could've surprised me any more than Panda's giant panda earlier."

You laughed, recalling how he nearly got squashed by the life-sized stuffed panda earlier, but then you averted your gaze, feeling your face flush and turning into the cutest shade of pink.

"Well! To be fair, it was because you were so uncooperative when I asked what you wanted for your gift! And since I have gotten you the cake, I figured it'll be fun if you want to play this game..."

You huffed, and Megumi simply blinked in confusion when you handed him five pieces of papers—tickets? He turned them over to find the words "Free Pass" written on each one.

"Sooo you can use each ticket to ask me to do anything! Anything at all, be it me dancing to the worst song you can think of, or whatever!" your cheeks were burning so hard, but your resolute gaze kept him captivated as you continued, "So yeah, you get five free passes to make me do things I wouldn't normally do."

Lips pursed, eyes sparkling, cheeks ablaze. All in all, you were irresistibly adorable that Megumi had this overwhelming urge to scoop you up and put you inside his pocket if he could.

And really, free passes? Did you not consider the numerous exploitable loopholes he could subject you to?

"Okay, here, I want to use my first ticket."

"Huh! Already? What is it?"

He chuckled then, his lips tugging into the warmest of smiles, and you felt your heart soar, seeing that rare carefree expression on him.

"I want to kiss you."

#seli loves you #seli’s favs #sweet megumi #megumi’s so cute

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h1ghoffu · 4 months

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I NEED HIM SO BAD😩😻

The Worst Kept Secret

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Co-workers to lovers; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff but not too much, smut, oral (f & m receiving), piv sex, dom!Toji, sub!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language, Toji has a filthy mouth.

Summary: Your colleague Toji only has eyes for you, despite having a reputation of sorts. Porn with a plot… or more like a build up.

Author's Note: Co-worker Toji is instantly attractive cause a) he’s not a bum and b) he’s Toji-fucking-Fushiguro – that’s all in my defence, your honour! This shit is nasty… no, I won’t explain myself (I'm pretty sure i was possessed while writing this).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one shot, please write to me and let me know your thoughts. I love reading whenever people have elaborate things to say T.T Thank you for reading!

-Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Talk by Hozier

“Rat!” you exclaim as you hold your phone up to display the word written boldly on the screen.

“Ummm…. It’s not a rat, it's not a patootie, it’s a ratatouille!” your coworker, Lisa, blurts out excitedly.

You both look at each other, trying your best to control before you burst out laughing. This goes on for about a minute till your bellies hurt and you’re wheezing. You quiet down as you wipe the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Why don’t I know that one?” your other coworker, Ema, mutters with furrowed eyebrows, confused at what could possibly be so funny about the sentence.

You’re too drunk to realise that sober you would not find it as funny as you do right now. But that’s what happens when you party a little too hard with your coworkers on a work trip and then hang around the hotel bar because nobody wants to go to bed even at 3am.

You look around at the handful of your coworkers, randomly occupying different spots at the bar, all too dazed and into their own conversations to pay attention to the stupid game that the three of you were currently playing – A word game your genius minds had developed, using a random word generator app and use it in a meme-able sentence.

“Oh god… next word. Feminism!” Lisa squeals, snatching your phone from you to generate the word for your turn.

“Fuck… I suddenly can’t think of anything,” you admit and giggle, trying hard to work your brain.

“Seriously…”

“Wait, Wait… I need a few seconds,” you laugh, trying to save yourself. You look around and your eyes land on your office crush, Toji Fushiguro, sitting at the bar with your boss, Kento Nanami.

You look back to your group with a determined look in your eyes, ready with your sentence. “I want him to do things to me that feminism wouldn’t agree with,” you giggle like a teenager, “hah! I’m a genius.”

However, your friends have fixated on something else entirely, ignoring your perfect answer, since their eyes follow your line of vision to the bar. “So, what’s the scene?” Ema looks back at you.

“It's your turn, next word–”

“Nah, we’re bored… this is far more interesting,” her eyebrows wiggle, as she scoots closer to you on the sofa. By the looks of it, Lisa has also forgotten about the game in a second. You realise you’ve dug this hole for yourself, yet you don’t mind sharing a drunk confession with your friends.

“Let’s head out for a smoke,” you get up from the sofa. Lisa is quick to grab her purse as both your friends spring up, hurrying to happily follow you out onto the secluded porch outside, ready for gossip.

As you light up your cigarette, Ema looks at you expectantly. Looking at her face makes you snort and you cough out the smoke before speaking, “Have some patience! Besides, there's nothing too juicy about this gossip.”

“Pleaseeee, literally everyone saw the way Toji was glaring at the man who asked you for a dance tonight… not gonna lie, he looked kinda hot when he got mad,” Lisa catches your lie as she fawns over Toji, something that has become a regular thing among the female coworkers at the company.

“I know right? And I said no to the guy! What was he so pissed about anyway?” you protest.

“It's all because you agreed when the dude was like ‘at least let me buy you a drink sweetie’!” Ema imitates the stranger from the bar from hours ago.

“Hey! Who says no to free drinks?” you defend yourself.

“Okay, fair,” Lisa nods her head before realising, “aye, focus on the matter at hand! Why did you say no to the guy? He was cute.”

“Was he really though?” you retort.

“Yeah, like you’d notice anyone else when Toji's around… Please fuck him, I need some office drama!” Lisa snaps back before taking a long drag from her cigarette.

“Yea right… I’m serious though,” you ponder between slow drags, “I doubt anything is going to happen between Toji and I.”

“Why not?!” Ema whines and you laugh at how it seems like they’re more desperate about this whole thing than you are.

“Need I remind you I literally just got out of a relationship? This is no time to be having stupid crushes. I need some alone time… besides you know how his reputation is. Sure, he flirts with me and I enjoy it a lot but I don't know,” you explain as if it’s an automated response stored in you.

“So what? Then just fuck him and get it over with. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone!” Lisa giggles, “Besidesss, I've heard he’s really good in bed… heard it from a mutual– uhhh, I don't really remember her name.”

“Oh wait, shit I remember that!” Ema squeals, almost dropping the cigarette from her hand in excitement, “But didn’t she also say that he basically ghosted her after? He just fucks around, I guess.”

“Hence the reputation… Men like Toji are the most charming kind. They know exactly what to say to get you to sleep with them but disappear when it comes to commitment,” Lisa ponders, staring into the distance.

“Exactly, everyone says that Toji doesn’t do relationships. And as horny and curious as I might be, I don’t just want us to fuck and leave it at that. It’d be way too awkward to have such a dynamic at the workplace,” you reason and they simply nod. There’s a beat of silence as all three of you smoke quietly.

“Still though… would it be so bad to just give it a shot? Simply see it as a one night stand and get it over with? If he’s that indifferent about it, I doubt it’d be awkward at work,” Lisa presses.

“I know right! I dont get why you’re thinking so much about it. At least the sex would be killer even if nothing else is assured,” Ema advises.

You take another big drag before dropping the bud to the ground and crushing it with your heel, “Hmmm… that’s true, I’ll think about it.”

“Think soon and try to seduce him in the three days we have here!” Lisa squeezes your shoulder encouragingly.

“Yes! If you don’t want to, please allow me to! He looked so delicious yesterday,” Ema sighs and by the look on her face, you can tell she’s probably recalling memories of a shirtless Toji playing volleyball at the beach from yesterday.

“Be my guest… but do it tomorrow, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight,” you snort.

“Please, drunk or sober, if there is one hook up I wouldn’t regret, it’d be him… after our boss of course,” Ema confesses.

“Yeah right. Either of us could still have a shot with Kento. Toji only flirts back with you,” Lisa looks at you with narrowed eyes.

You laugh before a sudden chill runs down your spine, and you cuss at the feeling, “Motherfucker– Should’ve gotten a coat. It's getting cold.”

Your coworkers eye each other mischievously before Lisa snickers, “Why don’t you ask loverboy to help you with it instead? That way you’d be warm inside out.”

“Oh yeah, great idea! Let me go back inside to find him–” you cut off when you see a figure walking outside towards your group.

You signal Ema, who has her back turned to the encroaching new presence, to shut up but it's too late as she fake moans, “Exactly… I’m sure he’d love to indulge you, he’d basically been eye-banging you all night, harder Toji, fuck yea–”

“HEY TOJI! What’s up!” you’re basically shouting at the guy when he’s a few feet away, hoping to cover up and save yourself.

Maybe he senses your embarrassment, or maybe he didn’t hear her (hopefully) but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead he greets the group and there’s an awfully awkward feeling in the air.

“Ladies,” he speaks coolly as he stands next to you, “Glad I found you here since boss man was looking for you two.”

“Kento?!” Ema’s ears shoot up at his sentence as she exchanges a grin with Lisa. They rush ahead inside and as you are about to follow them, you feel a hand on your wrist holding you back. You turn to look at him with a confused frown.

“Where do you think you’re going? I was just getting rid of the two of them,” he smirks, making you look at his pillowy lips.

When he catches you staring, you look down quickly, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear nervously, “Oh… So, Kento wasn’t really looking for them?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… that’s– they’re gonna be disappointed,” you chuckle lightly as you fidget with your phone’s cover.

“Well, sucks for them, I guess,” he holds two fingers under your chin to make you look up at him, “You look pretty… you usually do, but even more so in that tiny dress.”

Your eyes grow wide at his confession as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you mutter a quiet ‘thank you’. You move to the front of the porch as you stare out at the vast night sky, partly to avoid feeling so mushy and partly because you feel the alcohol toying with your nerves.

Another chill rushes down your spine and you’re pretty sure it makes you shiver visibly. As you mutter a quiet ‘fuck’, you feel him wrap his denim jacket around your shoulders. Your eyes widen at him in surprise.

“What? I’m a gentleman,” he teases, standing closer next to you. You laugh at this, turning to face him as you shake your head.

“Sure… a gentleman with a reputation,” you roll your eyes as you wrap your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. What you don’t realise is that this action further pushes your boobs together, causing Toji’s eyes to wander down briefly before he looks back into your eyes again.

“Aren’t you ever curious to know if I live up to that reputation?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans down closer to your face.

“Hmm, sure… if you were a stranger at a club and not someone who I had to see at work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week,” you roll your eyes at him as you bring up one hand to slowly run a finger down his shoulder to the outline of his bicep.

“Well, we see each other everyday anyway, so why not turn it into something we actively look forward to,” his fingers graze your jawline softly while his eyes shamelessly fixate on the dip of your cleavage, giving him a better view from the way he’s towering over you.

“As tempting as that is… I don’t do one night stands Toji–”

“Who said anything about just one night?” he interrupts and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, “I’m not stupid to approach someone I work with if I was simply looking for a quick fuck.”

“Oh… then please tell me what exactly you’re looking for?” you speak softly but it comes out more arrogantly than you’d like.

“You. I intend to fuck you more than once.” he’s direct yet his calm demeanour never wavers.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “Look Toji… you’re hot, charming and oddly easy to get along with but I just got out of a relationship, it’s barely been two months–”

“I know… his loss for letting such a sweet thing go. Didn’t he initiate the break up? What a loser,” Toji laughs as his hand cups your face.

You simply stare at him in bewilderment, you had no idea the news of your breakup had travelled even to the non-gossipers.

“Why me?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“For starters, you’re hot. Two, I like it when we hang out outside of work, you put me at ease with your conversations. Three, I haven’t been able to hook up with anyone else for about a month since I found out about your ex… such a pretty girl should be cherished the way she deserves to be,” his fingers slide down to your collarbone, threatening to dip down even lower.

“Hmm… that’s a good enough pitch, so you want us to be fuck buddies? Exclusively?” you play with the collar of his shirt, entertaining the idea.

“Yeah, I’m not one to share,” his other hand comes up to brush his thumb against your bottom lip.

“Nothing serious?” you pout at him with fake disappointment.

“Not until the both of us feel like it,” he dips his thumb inside your mouth while his other hand snaked around your waist. You suck on his thumb as you stare into his eyes and he feels his blood rush straight to his cock.

“I can work with that,” you give him an innocent smile, “But let’s not be too obvious about it, I’d hate for our little arrangement to mess with our work life.”

“Perfect,” he smiles as he cups your jaw, staring at your lips while sliding his tongue over his lips to wet them instinctively.

Just as he’s about to lean down to kiss you, you pull back when you hear distant footsteps approaching. You see your two friends walking back towards you, talking among themselves.

“Hey, we couldn’t find Kento at the bar,” Ema mumbles.

“Really? He must’ve gone back to his room. Maybe ask him about it tomorrow,” Toji speaks innocently and you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

You see Ema eyeing the jacket you’re wearing suspiciously and you suddenly take it off to hand it to Toji.

“Keep it. You’ll get cold again… return it tomorrow morning.” Toji speaks before you have a chance to give it back to him. You nod as you hold it closer to your chest.

“Alright then. Good night ladies,” he smiles politely before walking back inside. When your eyes shift from his diminishing silhouette to your two friends, they’re both staring at you with hopeful eyes.

“Nothing happened!” you exclaim and their faces drop.

“Fine, that’s it! I’m calling dibs, I’m gonna flirt with him,” Ema retorts. You simply chuckle and shrug, diverting your attention to your phone when it vibrates in your hand. You look at the notification and it’s a text from Toji.

Toji (Work):

Room no. 9010

Don’t leave me hanging, pretty

You lock your phone quickly as you look up again to force yourself to focus on the conversation.

“Could you not get the bottle from the cute bartender? We could’ve taken it to the room,” Ema sighs.

“No but I gave him my room number soooo…” Lisa giggles.

“Guys, I’m feeling a bit too drunk and tired to continue so I’m just gonna go to my room and sleep, okay?” you make up an excuse, hoping it seems believable. However, the girls are too drunk to analyse your lies and they simply pout and bid you ‘goodnight’ in a singsong voice, giving you a group hug.

You quickly make your way to the elevator and press the button to the ninth floor. And although you’re wearing his jacket again, you still feel your body shiver. You take a deep breath when you hear a ding, signalling your arrival. You walk out into the long passage quietly, skimming over the numbers till you spot his room, your heart feeling like it's about to fall out of your chest due to the thrill.

You knock on the door twice and fix your hair nervously. When no one answers, you unlock your phone to call him. You almost let out a scream when you hear the door unlock and he pulls you inside, catching you by surprise and making you stumble.

Before you have a chance to speak, Toji slams the door shut behind you, pushing your body against it before kissing you hungrily. You place your hands on his chest, creasing the fabric as you pull at it, humming into the kiss when his tongue shoves into your mouth. You close your eyes, the fluttering in your stomach making its way down to your core as his tongue plays with yours, making wet smooching sounds in the otherwise quiet room.

“I think you’ve misunderstood this. I’m simply here to return your jacket,” you tease, huffing as you catch your breath when your lips part. He smirks as he slides the jacket off your body till it pools near your feet before caging you against his body with his arms locking around your waist.

“Of course, this is me simply thanking you for returning it,” he moves one hand lower till it’s massaging the flesh of your thigh just below where the fabric of your dress ends.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” you give him another innocent smile as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head down for another kiss.

His hands lift up your dress to your stomach before going back down to squeeze your ass. He deepens the kiss as he towers over you, making you arch your back, causing you to hook your arms around him to keep your balance.

When you break the kiss for another shallow breath, he moves to your jaw, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth as he makes his way down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more access, letting out soft sighs as he leaves sloppy kisses all over the expanse of your neck.

While his left hand hooks around your waist to keep you steady, he brings his right hand over to your mound, pressing the sticky lace of your thong into your folds. When he feels how wet you are, he groans against your skin, biting it again.

He rubs over the fabric again and you moan out of frustration, he's so close yet there's a tiny barrier between. You try to grind against his hand, whining when he pulls away.

He gets down on his knees before you can complain and lifts your right leg over his shoulder, securing it in place. You lean your whole weight against the door, feeling like you'd fall if you didn’t have something solid to hold onto, so your hands make their way down to tug at his hair.

Toji hooks two fingers into the lace, pulling the fabric to the side to expose your puffy folds to him. He slowly slides two fingers over to separate them, your wetness coating the tips of his fingers immediately.

“Knew you had a pretty cunt,” he murmurs as his eyes remain fixed on the way his fingers are working you. You let out a breathy moan, tightening your grip on his hair.

He brings his face closer to your core, peppering the entire area with soft kisses. You thrust forward into his face but it only makes him slap the inside of your right thigh harshly.

“Toji… please, stop teasin– ngh,” you plead but your words get caught in your throat when he licks a stripe up your cunt like it's a melting ice cream. He darts his tongue out to wiggle it over your clit and your legs feel as if they're about to snap and go limp.

“Toji– wait… I n-need to take off my heels,” you huff.

“No. They stay on,” is all he says before sliding two fingers into your hole with ease, and at the same time getting back to making out with your clit.

“Fuck– Toji please– ah,” your straight knee buckles forward as you yank at his hair some more to steady yourself. You let out an involuntary yelp when he lifts your other leg over his shoulder as well, burying his face into your pussy, hooking both his arms around your thighs. While this angle hits better, you feel a different kind of thrill about completely having given up control and trusting him not to drop you to the floor.

As you lean your head against the door, your hips rut further into his face and Toji doesn’t relent even for a second. As you hook your feet behind his neck, he brings his right hand down to your hole again, pushing three fingers in this time, meeting with a bit of resistance. The squelching sound of his fingers fucking your hole mixes with the sound of his lips sucking your clit.

“Feel s-so good,” you pant as your thighs twitch around his face. You shaky hands run through his hair weakly as you try to steady your ragged breathing. Each time Toji hits the right spot inside your walls, you moan out praises and encouragement for him to keep going.

He curls his fingers as he picks up the pace and it's brutal. You hold his hair so tight that you hear him hiss momentary before getting back to fucking you with his tongue.

You close your eyes shut as your hip involuntary thrusts forward, twitching uncontrollably as you come all over his fingers. You bite your tongue to control your moans, turning them into muffled whimpers instead. He pulls his hand out to hook it back around your thigh as his tongue starts lapping at your juices to lick you clean.

“Ngh– Toji, too much!” You squeal as you try to move your hips away from his touch but it causes him to poke his tongue out further over your sensitive skin.

“God– please, baby I can’t take it anymore,” you cry as your body jerks violently again. You hear him chuckle before kissing your clit one last time and pulling your legs off his shoulders and standing up again.

When you land on your feet, you're glad he’s holding your waist to keep you from crashing to the ground. He kisses you on your lips and you taste yourself on his tongue. It's enough to take your already intoxicated mind to a new level of high.

He slowly lets you go before stepping back to create distance as he hurriedly takes off his clothes and your eyes widen when you see the way his erect dick hangs low and heavy.

He grabs a condom from his wallet, tearing off the cover before sliding the rubber over his hung cock smoothly. The smug smile on his face grows wider when your eyes peel away from his dick to meet his gaze. You stare at him with a look of astonishment mixed with nervousness.

“Toji… you're–” you whisper silently. Toji is blessed to say the least.

“It's okay, don't be scared, pretty. I'll make it fit perfectly,” he cooes as he closes the distance between your bodies.

You gulp when he pressed his hands on either side of you, caging you against the door. As he's kissing your shoulder, his hands move to your back to undo your zip. He struggles a bit, fiddling with the zip of your dress and you’re pretty sure you hear a rip when he grows impatient, tugging at the fabric harshly.

“Did you jus–”

“Shh… later,” he blurts out, not giving you a chance to complain as he pulls the dress down your body, unhooking your bra to yank it down. He quickly takes off your thong as well, leaving you exposed as you stand in front of him in only your heels.

“So much better than what I had imagined,” he stares at your naked figure hungrily and you pull him closer to kiss him once again, already missing the way his lips feel.

You wrap your hands around his torso to feel his muscular back with your fingers, growing wetter at how huge his body feels compared to yours. He pulls away to lean down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples.

You let out a satisfied hum and he repeats the action on your other nipple. Your eyebrows furrow as your back arches at the sensation and you weakly claw at his pecs.

“Fuck– I can't wait any longer… Just let me know if it hurts too much,” he groans as he scoots you up off the floor completely, hooking your knees over his elbows, opening you up wider as he readjusts his pelvis under you.

You bring a hand down to guide his tip to your entrance, sucking in a deep breath as you look down, anticipating his movement as he begins pushing his dick inside you.

With your legs spread apart firmly, he presses his hips up, almost losing his shit at how tight you feel. You bring both of your hands up to hug them around his neck. You steady yourself, resting your cheek onto his shoulder briefly when you feel his movement come to a halt. You feel so full, there's a delicious ache in your lower belly.

“Shit– I'm gonna move now, okay?” he grunts. You simply nod your head as he grabs you by your sides to push your lower body away till only his tip is inside before pulling you in closer to fill you up again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head while your mouth hangs open when Toji begins to slam you onto his hard length, repeating the motion over and over again as you let out broken cries of his name. When he picks up speed, your pussy flutters at the abnormal feeling, causing him to pounce into you harder.

“Oh god– nghh– Toji!” You cry into the crook of his neck.

“Mmh– look at me, let me see that pretty face,” he orders breathily. You pull away from his neck reluctantly, eyebrows still knitted as your lips stay fixed in a silent O shape.

“Look at how well you take my cock… ‘ts a perfect fit,” he hisses when your pussy squeezes him again at his words. You'd always thought that Toji would be the silent type, just like he was at the office, but seeing him spew such vile praises just adds more to the intensity of it all.

“Fuck– Toj–” you whimper as you rest your forehead against his.

‘Hmm? Yes, pretty? Cock got your tongue?” He laughs but it's strained. You tilt your head to kiss him on the lips and he shoves his tongue into your mouth to kiss you back hungrily. You moan into the kiss when he thrusts harder. In a swift motion he pulls away from the kiss, dropping your legs to the ground as he pulls out of you to turn you around.

He pulls your hips back to meet his, while pushing your face flush against the door to arch your back for him. He slides back into your hole in an instant, rutting into you from behind. Your hands press against the surface of the door while he grips onto your hips tighter to keep them from jerking forward due to the force.

You bring your left hand down to rub your clit, the pressure building up further as you get closer to your release. Toji leans forward to press his chest against your back, hooking his hand down to swat yours away. Instead, he replaces it with his fingers to toy with your clit and it feels so much better than your own dainty ones.

When your legs start to shiver as the pressure in your stomach builds up, Toji brings his other hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, pushing your chest further into the door.

With the way you're screaming his name, you're pretty sure anyone passing by outside can hear you. You wonder if that's the reason he's doing it, to show people just how good he's fucking you.

“Toji fuck– I'm coming– fuck!” You cry as your legs shake as you cum hard, threatening to give out, not being able to hold your weight. Despite wanting to finish himself, obsessed over how your pussy is sucking him in, he knows it'll be a bit too much for you to handle at the moment. So, he slows down as he secures one hand around your waist before pulling out completely.

He turns you around till you're facing him, taking deep breaths to calm your breathing. He bends down to swing your body over his shoulder with ease as if you weigh nothing at all. He walks over to the bed before slamming you back down onto the soft mattress.

He gives you another cocky smile, proud of how deliciously fucked you look. You recognize this look and just as he's about to lean forward to make his way to you on the mattress, you place one foot into his chest as the heel digs into his skin.

“Time out… you’re too much,” you sigh and he lets out a snort.

“Better get used to it,” he smiles as he brings his hands up to take off your stiletto, tossing it on the floor before bringing your other leg up to take off the other pair.

He holds both your feet firmly, pushing them into your torso till you're practically folded in half as he brings one hand down to rub your swollen clit.

“No,�� you turn to the side to get out of the position before sitting up straight, looking at his still erect cock in front of you. You lean closer to him as your hand wraps around the length, “Let me make you feel good.”

You roll the condom down before discarding it to the side, leaning forward to kiss his tip, swirling your tongue around the angry swollen head before licking a strip up his shaft. When you open your mouth wide, he grabs his length to tap it on your tongue a few times before you wrap your lips around the thick head. You make eye contact with him as you take in more of him, letting your mouth adjust to his size slowly. He mutters a quiet ‘fuck’ while grabbing the back of your head to push it closer. You gag before you can even take his entire length in your mouth, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, right there… such a pretty mouth. Come on, I know you can take some– ugh— more,” he grunts and you relax your mouth to deep-throat him.

As Toji lets out breathy cusses, you move a hand down to massage his balls. Your other hand moves between your legs to part your folds and rub soft circles. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the man and you see a mischievous smile creep up on his face.

“Let go, babe,” he smiles while firmly pulling at your hair. You move your head back and you can already feel your throat aching as it readjusts to the emptiness. You’re still stimulating his tip with kitten licks, lapping at the precum, all the while touching yourself desperately.

Toji grabs both of your wrists as he pushes you back up on the bed, climbing up before lying on his back. As you await his instructions, you’re confused when he signals you to sit on his face. You hesitantly straddle his chest but it all makes sense when he tells you to turn around. You giggle as the heat rushes to your cheeks as you lie face-down on top of him to sixty-nine him.

“Now, stop being so greedy and focus on sucking my dick,” he speaks as he pulls at your asscheeks to part them, parting your folds with his tongue. Your toes curl in as you lean down to take him in your mouth once again.

As you bob your head up and down, sucking his entire length, his groans vibrate against your pussy as he eats you out just as fervently.

You steady your hands on his thighs as the muscles flex and relax every time his tip kisses the back of your throat. You close your eyes to focus on your movement as it gets harder and harder with Toji slurping at your pussy ruthlessly.

When you bring your hands over to play with his balls, it has him unravelling quickly. After edging himself unintentionally the whole night, he can’t help but feel like this is the tipping point.

“Do you– mmh– mind swallowing?” His voice is strained. You shake your head no, not parting from his cock even for a second. His nails dig into the flesh of your ass as thoughts of you flood his mind.

He can’t help but feel his pride swell that he's the one who gets to ravage his seemingly innocent co-worker like this. As if it weren’t already hard enough, imagining the things he’d do to you when he saw you at the office – now he had actual memories in flesh to make it harder.

Two months ago, he wouldn’t have imagined you'd be going dumb over his dick this way. Your interactions had always been respectful, despite him flirting with you occasionally. It was only about a month ago that you took him by surprise when you give a witty reply, flirting back with him.

Toji knew a thing or two about breakups, so when he subtly inquired and eavesdropped in conversations around the office, he heard your loudmouth friend talk about how sad it was that your ex had the audacity to dump you when you clearly were out of his league.

Sad indeed, Toji thought, wanting nothing more than to finally get to fuck his pretty colleague. But when you both were assigned on a project together about three weeks ago, the flirting had gotten out of hand and your talks were no longer just a few words exchanged out of courtesy. Toji knew he wasn't made for relationships but a part of him wanted to make you his and greedily keep you to him.

As he enjoys the way you’re sucking his dick with your pretty pussy fluttering under his touch, his desire to have you has only grown stronger.

He leans his head back when he feels himself shoot his load into your mouth, his dick twitching as he feels you lick and struggle to swallow him.

“Fucking hell–” he sighs, kneading the flesh of your ass lazily. When he feels the weight of your body lift up, he grabs your waist to pull your ass back to hover it over his face.

“Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and before you can answer, he's eating you out at a faster pace than before. You already feel overstimulated as is but when Toji pushes two fingers inside, it turns you into a blabbering mess.

You arch your back as you lean forward with your fingers denting the skin over his abdomen. You grind your hips to feel his tongue on your cunt. Your head hangs limply when you cum once again on his tongue and Toji continues to slurp at your juices.

You body twitches violently and you beg him to slow down. He chuckles as he licks you clean before placing a quick kiss over your folds, relaxing his grip to let you get off.

You roll over to the side till you're lying on your back, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. You look down when you feel a hand on your shin. He smiles lazily at you as he caresses your skin. You smile back before closing your eyes to relax, but open them back again when you feel the mattress dip as the figure beside you shifts.

You find Toji caging you with his arms on either side of your head as he leans down to kiss your lips. You close your eyes, humming into the kiss. He dips his head down to give you another mark on your neck, bringing one hand down to play with your nipples.

“Let me rest!” you push his chest but it doesn't faze him at all.

“Okay fine,” he laughs, “I'm only going easy on you cause it's our first time.”

“Easy? You really live up to your reputation,” you stare at him in disbelief. This makes him laugh and it’s the first time you hear his real laughter and not the smug, cocky chuckles of usual. You grin when you feel a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart, maybe Toji Fushiguro has more to him than he lets on.

He creates some space between you when he gets off and before you can ask him what he's doing, he lifts you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.

When he sits you down on the sink counter to run the hot water tap to fill up the tub, you giggle.

“What?” He walks back to you.

“Nothing… just… Now, I get why women apparently call you unforgettable,” you mumble, trying hard not to blush.

“I don't do this for them,” he shrugs. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words.

He chuckles, “I'm serious! I don’t fuck around… much. It's not a communal dick.”

“Oh really? What have I done to deserve such special treatment?” You tease.

“If I want to keep seeing you, I have to make you want to see me again too,” he smiles, leaning closer till he’s standing between your parted legs, brushing a finger over your lips.

“I think you guaranteed that right after you made me come the first time,” you laugh.

“That easy? Why's that?”

You shake your head no and he raises an eyebrow, urging you to speak.

“Well… if you must know, I rarely came with my ex. He said he got tired quickly so often I'd finish myself off in the shower later,” you confess, feeling a bit embarrassed at admitting this to him.

“Damn. What a fucking loser,” Toji chuckles dryly as he lazily rubs soft circles on your inner thighs, “Well, I'm glad he sucked. It really was time for an upgrade.”

You laugh as you play with the hair on his nape. You wonder out loud, “Have you ever thought about anyone else from the office?”

“Like who? You’re the only one there who I’d get blue balls for,” he laughs.

“Seriously? Not even Ema or Lisa? They’re pretty hot,” you push.

“Not my type.”

“Hmm”

“Why do you ask?”

“Nothing… just…”

“They’re painfully obvious about their crush if that’s what you’re asking,” he lets out another dry chuckle as he brushes your loose strands to the side, “Well they won't bother from tomorrow.”

“Why's that?” your eyebrows furrow.

“Unless you have a top that covers your entire neck, they’re going to figure shit out instantly,” he smirks as he traces the light red/purple bruises on your neck. You twist to the side to look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! How am I going to cover these?”

“Maybe don't... it doesn’t matter if they find out– maybe that way the gossip will reach your loser ex and he’ll know just how well I take care of you,” he teases, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“God, you’re obsessed,” you giggle as you slap his chest lightly.

“Hmm, maybe. Told you I'm not one to share… especially not when your pussy tastes so good,” he kisses down your body till his face is in front of your core again.

“I never said yes to our little arrangement… I can always back out,” you tease but your breath hitches when he presses his tongue to your core once again.

“Hmm, maybe I need to try my best to convince you then,” he nibbles and you instinctively tangle your fingers into his hair, closing your eyes as you enjoy the way Toji fucks you with his tongue once again.

“Toji… the bathtub,” you sigh when you hear the water overflow. Toji pulls away, holding his hand out and pulling you to the bathtub. Once in, he closes the tap and turns you around till your back is flush against his chest. He kisses your shoulder from behind when you're nestled against his broad torso.

As you straddle his lap, you feel his boner poke your skin.

“Leave some for tomorrow,” you let out an exhausted chuckle.

“Ignore it…,” he speaks softly and you lean back, dropping your weight onto his chest. You close your eyes as you feel him rub and massage your skin with a soothing pressure all over.

You don’t realise you begin drifting into light sleep but blink a few times when your head jerks up, feeling his body shift underneath you. You lean forward to allow him some space and he gets out of the tub. You eye the way the water drips down his body, trickling over his toned back muscles before he grabs the towel to pat himself dry. His damp hair falls over his temple and you smile to yourself – you could definitely get used to this.

He holds his hand out to you and you take it as you get out of the tub. You undo the towel around his waist to dry your own body, feeling your skin prick due to the cold air after having spent a good few minutes in the hot tub.

Just as you’re about to wrap the towel around your torso, Toji tugs it out of your hand to drop it to the floor and instead lifts you up again to carry you out into the bedroom.

“Toji, I’m cold,” you hug your arms around his neck.

“I know… don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm,” he says as he lays you down on the bed, readjusting his position till he’s on top.

“I really think we should get some sleep,” you giggle when he kisses you cheek.

“This is how we build up your endurance… with more practice,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your throat.

You laugh as you yank his hair to pull his face away from your skin. “Let me sleep! Good night.”

“You can sleep… I don’t mind,” he mumbles as his tongue teases one of your nipples, biting the hardened bud lightly.

“Toji! Behave!” you scold him in a not-so-convincing tone.

“If I had behaved, we wouldn’t be here,” he rolls his eyes as he gets back up to give you a long, lazy smooch till you’re both out of breath. When your lips part, he rolls to the side, collapsing on the bed next to you.

He covers the thick blanket over your bodies before pulling you to his chest and kissing your shoulder with a soft ‘good night’. The act is surprising as you hadn’t really taken him for the cuddling type. You feel his boner stick out against your back once again and you laugh.

“Shh, this is all very new. Give me some time,” he teases, snaking his arm around your waist. You wrap your hand over his, letting yourself melt into his arms when he rubs soft circles over your belly. You involuntarily rub your ass against his hard on and he presses your stomach to still your movement.

“Don’t do that if you want to sleep,” he warns and you giggle as you close your eyes, the tiredness of the whole day taking over your senses as you fall asleep in his arms.

~~~

You wake up when you hear your phone ring from a distant corner. You try to move Toji’s heavy arm to free yourself but he pulls you in even closer.

“My phone’s ringing,” you whisper as you turn your head to look at him. His eyes are still closed as he grumbles in a low voice, “Let it.”

You still manage to wiggle yourself out of his grasp and quietly walk towards where your phone was lying on the floor near the door. Toji stirs and sits up, his eyes following your naked form as you pick up the call.

“Did you die in there or something?”, you wince when you hear Ema’s voice on the other end.

“Open the door, we’ve been out here for, like, 5 minutes now,” Lisa’s voice is more distant.

When your brain registers what they’re talking about, you slap a hand over your mouth as you stare at Toji.

“Give me 5 minutes,” you mutter before hanging up, not giving them a chance to protest. Toji gets off the bed and walks towards you.

“Ema and Lisa… they’re outside my room… and I'm here,” you sigh as you pick up your garments off the floor.

“Told you there’s no point in hiding,” he says, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, “I’ll walk you to your room.”

You simply narrow your eyes at him with a ‘yeah, right’. He takes the dress from your hand.

“I’m not joking…” he holds the dress up in front of you and shrugs, “Besides, you’re gonna have to wear my clothes anyway.”

You see that the zip is broken with the fabric looking frayed where the zip ends – you had heard it right, he did rip your dress last night.

“I really liked that dress,” you pout but it’s far from a complaint. You know you cannot complain after a night like that.

“I liked it too… it gave me a really hard time the entire night,” he gives you a quick peck, far from apologetic, “I’ll get you one just like it.”

You simply blush at his words before pressing your hands on his chest, “Fineee, get me something to wear.”

He squeezes your ass once before walking away to his suitcase. You put on your thong and bra back on just as he returns with a t-shirt and sweatpants. You snatch them out of his hands and put them on quickly.

He laughs at how baggy his sweats are, the compression t-shirt is still okay in comparison, “Guess it’s too big for you?”

You crinkle your nose, cringing at his joke as you secure the drawstring tightly to keep the pants from sliding down, “No, it’s not that big.”

“Is that so?”, he wraps his arms around your waist, caging you in, “Do I need to refresh your memory?”

“Toji! My friends are waiting!” you slap his chest and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you.

“Let them,” he moves his lips down to your jaw.

“No, let’s leave,” you wiggle your way out of his arms, shoving your phone in the pocket of his sweats before picking up your heels to carry them in one hand. He quickly puts on a different pair of sweatpants with an oversized t-shirt and sliders before grabbing his keycard.

“Oh wait… I think my keycard is in your jacket from yesterday,” you turn around when you’re at the door to find him already rummaging through the pockets to retrieve it. You grin at him and he simply shrugs, “Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes again as he opens the door and you quickly make your way to the elevator. Toji’s hand is resting on your lower back when the elevator dings and the doors open.

You know there’s no point in hiding, yet you walk ahead of him as you notice your two friends standing outside your room. Before you have a chance to greet them, you hear Toji’s booming voice from behind, “Morning, ladies!”

You brace yourself for their reaction and it’s just as animated as you’d expected. They don't try to be subtle about it as they smirk at you while greeting the man in unison and you realise it's a lost cause trying to keep it a secret.

And it surely doesn’t help that Toji makes it a point to grab your jaw and kiss you goodbye in front of the two for no damn reason, as if it weren’t already obvious about what had transpired between you two.

As he leaves, you smile at him, watching him walk away. The heat rushes to your cheek when you hear Ema fake a cough and you turn around to look at your friends.

“Open the door ASAP! I wanna know everything,” Lisa squeals and you know your friends would not leave you alone until you went into heavy detail about the whole night.

~fin~

#seli loves you #seli’s favs #toji loml

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h1ghoffu · 4 months

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SO CUTE😭

✧*̥˚⋆ the boys and their littles ⋆*̥°✩

i saw these on tiktok and they were too cute not to share, they are not mine! there was no credit to the artist so if anybody knows who the creator is let me know xoxo edit: artist has been found _GOGAEK

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h1ghoffu · 4 months

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EMO BOY😻😩

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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