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starryskyzx · 4 months

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OMGGG YAYY!! follow my girl nana (╹◡╹) ♡!

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･

𖦹 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Satoru Gojo x Reader

𖦹 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵: first person pov || At a house party y/n and Satoru’s ex got into a heated argument that resulted in food getting thrown on you.

𖦹 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After getting into a fight with his ex , Gojo invites you to shower with him as a way to apologize <3

𖦹 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: nsfw 18+ , shower sex , cursing , hair pulling , virginity loss , missionary , piercings , etc.

𖦹 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.8k

𖦹 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢: this was my first time writing smut so please excuse to grammar mistakes & writing in general ! i hope you enjoyyy ♡

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and I couldn’t help the stinging that formed in my chest.

When she first steps in the shower, I make it my mission not to look at her, trying to keep her “strictly unsexual” rule in mind, but as soon as her skin brushes against mine, I turn around, and I swear it's love at first sight.

Trying to force the blood that rushed straight to my tip back down into its usual stream or, however, the fuck that works. Making it my mission to keep my eyes locked with hers; anything lower and the rule will be out the window.

“No staring; remember the rule. This is innocent and cute like we’re bonding.” she smiles, and I begin to notice a pattern with her. She switches from confident and fierce to timid and bashful as quickly as she talks. And the thought of me causing that reaction makes this much more complicated.

I stand behind her, allowing her to be under the stream of water since I’d just washed off.

“so what's your plan for after our shower? runoff before you’re fully dry or?” I said, and she laughed.

“do you always stay and talk to people you do things with? Did you plan to play 21 questions or something? Just ask me when the next time will be.” she scoffs, lathering herself in my body wash.

A brief laugh falls from my lips. “you say it like I just fuck for sport, plus I'm just trying to know how much time I have with you.”

It takes her a moment to respond. “no, I won’t run off, but only because I’m sure my friends will be occupied for the night, so I don’t know where I’ll sleep.” she shrugs as if that's the reason. I don't know. I think she just wants to stay the night with me ♡︎.

“you know you’re starting to hurt my feelings.”

“hmm, and here I thought that you didn’t have any,” she says, turning around, and my eyes go straight to her perky, very pierced tits.

“damn, they’re pierced.?” I said, earning a laugh, and the sweet sound sent blood right back to my tip.

She glances down, and her eyes quickly find their way back to mine, a smirk gracing my face with an angry blush on hers.

Choosing to put the poor girl out of her misery, I say, “You know it's still salsa in your hair. Here, turn around, and I’ll help you.

She complies as I grab the showerhead and adjust the setting, testing it on myself first.

I begin massaging her scalp, and after a few moments, a very faint but audible moan falls from her beautiful lips. Slowly but surely, it was like the distance between us was closing—the stream of water and about an inch of distance being the only thing keeping our skin separated.

“how do you expect me to follow your little rule when you make noises like that?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.

“you know that confidence of yours comes and goes; let’s try and make it stay this time, yeah ?”

“It's always there; it's just exclusive, you know?” she giggles.

“exclusive to whom?”

“I don’t know, but lately, it's been you.”

“ is that right?” I said, earning a soft hum in response.

We sit in comfortable silence as I continue working the shampoo into her hair. I place the shower head in her hand and run my fingers through her hair, pulling it in the process, earning an unexpected and involuntarily groan from her lips.

I lean down and whisper against her blush-tinted ear, “Make a sound like that again, and any control I had throughout our little unsexual experience will be gone. “

I watch as her shoulders begin to rise and fall taller than before.

“Why so tense? A fair warning is a fair warning,” I add, leaning my back against the cold wall.

She turned around and looked up at me with a heated glint. “control ?“ she laughed . “ you have none; you’ve been like that this whole time.”

“And here I thought you were a prude who didn’t even notice.”

“And here I thought you were a horny teenage boy who just discovered what a dick was and how it works.”

“I don’t think I remember how it works; you could show me, though,” I said, gripping my cock, running a shaky hand over it, taking clear notice of her poor attempt at concealing her squirming.

“See, control is something you clearly lack,” she says, putting her hands on her hips.

“And what you lack in one place, you pack in another, as you can see.” I smile.

She shakes her head and laughs. “And what makes you think that’s enough? Enough to get someone off, I mean.”

I laugh at the statement, enjoying that she’s slowly starting to loosen up.

“It's never been much of a problem before, and I think you knew that, but if you don’t believe me, you could always find out.”

“and how would you suggest I go about finding out?” she asks, that mischievous look returning.

“ask around about me.” I shrug, my cheeks growing painfully from smiling ear to ear.

“ah, you’re right. I’ll just go downstairs and ask Meimei. I’m guessing that’s the dick she was trying to beat my ass over ?” she says, moving to leave the shower.

Her hand reaches the handle, and rather than letting her go like I stubbornly planned, I instinctively lean forward and grab her arm.

Spinning to face me with her back now pressed against the glass, I watch as she looks up and glares at me.

“I don’t usually like repeating myself, but since reassurance seems to be something you often need, I’ll repeat myself for as long as you need me to. That's not my girlfriend, and she definitely doesn't own my dick or whatever the fuck you were hinting at.”

“it didn’t seem like that to me; she’d been saying shit all night, and honestly, Gojo, I don't care what we did last time. I’m not even interested in you or what you and that bitch have going on,” she says matter-of-factly.

Racking my hand through my hair, a groan of pure frustration leaves my lips . “what do you want me to do then? How do I get you to stop pretending this is one-sided?”

“it is one-sided; I’m no longer interested. We both just happened to need a shower, and it was purely unsexual like I initially said. “ she said, attempting to push me back so she could run again.

I watch as the goosebumps erupt across her skin, feeling as they begin to grow throughout mine. “I can see right through you. You want me just as bad as I want you, and you know it.”

I watched as her demeanor changed; behind that thick layer of self-control and pride, I could see the pure lust and desire begin to seep through the cracks.

“I don’t.”

“you do .”

I watch the mental battle she is in play out before my eyes, and it's indeed the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

“even if you choose to run away again right after, I can show you why this little barrier you keep putting up won't stand a chance between us. “

“bold of you to start a game that you don't even know you’ll win,” she says, stepping closer, leaving the tiniest bit of space between us.

Knowing that I have two ways to go about this leaves me at a standstill. Although I love her competitiveness, and like mine, it seems that her ego is through the roof, in situations like these, my control is unmatched. The game of who can hold out the longest has never been much of a challenge to me; the most significant challenge at hand is her.

Confident that if she wants me, she’ll show me, I give her one last chance.

Leaning forward, I move her wet hair from her shoulder, lightly tracing her jawline with my nose as I whisper, “How about we go ahead and start playing so we’ll see who wins.”

As I pull away, she turns in my direction, focusing her gaze on my lips, and says, “Okay, let's play.”

And that was all I needed, wasting no time in gripping her neck, pulling her body against me, taking her lips into mine.

✧˖°.⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐯 ⋆｡° ✮

The second his lips connect with mine, it feels like I've melted into a puddle of flesh and bones. I can't keep up with where his hands move, but the second they palm my ass, the harsh grip causes me to moan into his mouth.

He’s touching everywhere except for the two places I need stimulation the most. While I plan to scold myself for acting on a clouded mind later, I can’t help but think about what will happen after everything is done and I have to face him. Inexperience is my worst enemy; will he want me to talk about it? What if it's bad? Will he still be cordial to me afterward? what if -

“tcht, stop overthinking while my tongue is down your throat. Clearly, I'm going too easy on you; hand me the showerhead.”

Doing as he says, I pick up the discarded shower head, only now realizing I’d dropped it earlier. I hand it to him in confusion.

“turn around and put both of your hands against the wall,” he says, his lighthearted tone long gone, his voice now raspy and strained.

I do as he says and quickly feel his presence right behind me.

He talks to me as he adjusts the settings on the shower head. The anticipation and aching in my core were eating me alive, and for some reason, I felt he was loving every bit of it.

“Since I won our last little game we played, I think it's only fair that I choose the rules for this one, don't you think?” he says, waiting for an answer, but I can't even speak. My words are caught in my throat as I feel the tiny water droplets hit my skin.

A harsh slap to my ass pulls me from my clouded mind as a yelp falls from my lips.

“See, that's the first thing. In this game, it's like Simon Says: when I ask, you answer because I don't think you’ll like what happens if you don't. “I clench my legs together as he leans in closer, no longer fiddling with the attachment in his hand . “so again, do you mind if I make the rules for this game.”

“No, no, don't”.

“Good, because the first rule is no matter what, do not take your hands off this wall, okay?”

A playful, “Yes sir.” falls from my lips, hoping that it evokes the same reaction that he's getting from me, and by the way he presses his dick into the slit of my ass, it does.

“remember where you’re hands stay.” Gojo’s voice was barely above a whisper when he gently reminded me of his harsh command.

After I nodded in acknowledgment, his hand snuck around my body, his middle and pointer fingers gently tracing down my stomach, stopping right above where I needed him.

“be still,” he whispered against my ear, and as he gently bit my earlobe, his long, slender fingers slid in between my folds, opening my lips in one.

I was already a squirming mess before the water hit my center, but once it did, I was a withering, shaking, moaning wreck.

My fingers shake against the wall as my legs slowly begin to close around his hand.

“I would tell you not to close your legs, but I feel like I'm giving you more than you can take, and I haven’t even given you anything yet.” his light chuckle goes straight to my core, and by the end of his sentence I’m pulsing on nothing.

Desperately trying to conceal the trimmer in my voice, I say, “No, you’re not giving me … enough.” earning another laugh with the same effect as the previous one.

After a couple more moments, just as I am about to reach the edge, he hastily pulls the shower head away from my core.

A groan of frustration leaves my lips as I turn around and glare at him.

“Gojo, what the fuck? “ rather than explaining himself, he takes my lip in his, the harsh kiss radiating nothing but pure lust.

His right hand finds its way across my throat and pushes me against the wall.

“only round one, and you already lost.”

Realization washes over me. My hands, I took my hands off the wall.

Leaving me no time to regret my actions, he wastes no time in picking me up, pulling my lips to his as I wrap my legs around his waist. A moan leaves my lips as he tightens his grip on my waist, causing my back to arch. The overwhelming sensation from the friction against my nipples and the coldness of his pierced dick almost sent me over the edge.

He blindly turns off the shower and takes us out of the restroom, never failing to take his lips off mine.

I lock my ankles behind his back and break our passionate kiss, struggling to get my words out as he attacks my neck . “wait, but we’re wet. You’re bed .. its going to get all -“

“Baby, I can feel you dripping onto my cock. The bed was gonna end up wet regardless,” he says against my neck.

Seconds after, I’m thrown onto the bed, his body leaving me sprawled out and at his full display.

There's a moment of silence while we stare at each other. I watch as he takes in every inch of my body like he wants to devour me whole. Growing ashamed of his heated gaze, I close my legs and bring my arms up to cover my chest, feeling the blush stain my cheeks.

It was only when I felt his knee dip into the bed, positioning himself directly above me, that I gave myself a moment to truly look at him—realizing that there was no way that it would fit inside of me, especially not my first time.

“thinking of backing out already?” he asks, boring his eyes into mine as he removes my flimsy arms across my chest. Giving him full access to my nipples, which he immediately starts to pull and play with.

“no, but if you keep taking so long, I just might go downstairs and find someone who can get the job done quicker,” I say, instantly regretting it, but it's already out of my mouth by then.

A light chuckle leaves his lips as a smirk graces his face, “ and to think I was going to go easy on you . I’ll start with these.” he says as he latches his mouth to my nipple. A loud moan leaves my lips as I feel his tongue flick my piercing . “ and this one, too.” he adds after a couple of minutes of torture, repeating the same thing on the opposite side.

“Gojo, please~” I whimper, my back arching, only inviting him in more, encouraging his attack on my nipple to become more demanding.

“Please, what?” he asks, getting off of the bed and moving to stand in front of me.

I gently ran my hand down my body, creasing my titties. “Stop teasing me, and come on before I go downstairs. Who do you think will be the easiest, Toji? No Sukuna, maybe ?”

A groan leaves his lips as he moves to the dresser, retrieving a condom from the drawer. He tears the packet and slides it onto himself. Crawling towards me, he settles between my thighs, retrieving a pillow from beside me; he instructs me to lift my hips and places it beneath me.

He leans down and asks, “Do you want me to fuck you y/n?” I can barely concentrate as I feel his hand slide in between us, going straight to my clit.

“Yes. Gojo, please,” I say despite feeling my heart drop to my ass.

“Why so formal? Just call me Satrou.”

“Yes. Satoru, please fuck me.” I moan as I smile back at him.

He smiles down at me as he leans his body over mine, one hand by my head, supporting himself up while the other grabs his dick.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says with a menacing smile as he flicks my clit with his tip, the sensation from the chill of the metal of his piercing sending shudders through my body.

He takes my lips back into his as he slides into me, stretching me slowly, the pain from his sheer size almost unbearable. “Fuck you’re tight.” He says, closing his eyes at the feeling

He gives me a moment to adjust, but I’m unsure I can. Wiggling my hips in an attempt to ease the pain, he takes that as a sign to begin moving.

“Fuck Satrou, it's too big, I don’t - I don’t, “ I whimper, gripping the sheets beside me as he begins to pick up the pace.

A breathy laugh falls from his swollen lips “ Ever been fucked by a pierced dick before ?” he asks as he rams into me, as tears begin to flow down my cheeks, the pain finally starting to turn into pleasure.

“Never even been fucked before.”

He comes to a complete halt. “what the fuck? You’re a virgin?” he asks, anger and confusion overtaking his features.

I bring my hand down to my clit, hoping to keep the sensation that was beginning to form. “Yea, couldn’t tell?”

“ fuck I’m sorry I wouldn’t have been so rough,” he says, as he pulls all the way out and slowly begins to thrust back into me.

“No, go back to how it was. Fuck me like I lost those games, like you hate me.” I ramble, growing teary-eyed from the frustration this slow pace has me feeling.

Another breathy laugh escapes from his lips, “I could never hate you, pretty girl; how about I just fuck you like this pussy mine instead?” He says as his hand glides across my throat.

“This time, I think I’ll give it all to you. At first, I was being nice and only giving you half.” My eyes nearly bulged out of my eyes as he pulled all the way out and thrust all the way back in.

I scream out and claw at his back, bringing him closer to me as he thrusts in and out of me at an unexplainable pace.

“You feel so fucking good gripping my dick like that; this pretty little pussy was made just for me,” he murmurs into my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and releasing it.

His thumb snakes down and rubs my aching nerves, causing my back to arch.

I latch my legs around his back, locking my ankles in place at the bottom of his back as he continues to ram into me at this pace.

“Satoru fuck, I can’t.”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Take this dick? But I'm being so gentle, so good to you. What do you mean ?” He cooed, with a false pout gracing his lips.

Seconds later, he brings his hand down onto my pussy, smacking my clit. I’m a whimpering, panting mess, his name and the soaked sheets below me the only thing I have to cling to.

He pulls my hips towards him, the angle causing his dick to hit so much deeper, the head of his piercing hitting my G-spot with each thrust.

“Satoru .. fuck, I'm close.” I groan, pulling him by his shoulders, bringing his mouth closer to mine in hopes that he’ll catch the moans that begin to spew from my mouth.

And he does.

His thrusts grow sloppy as I clench him hard despite his chants to stop because we both know that he’s just as close as I am.

“That's it, baby, come all over my cock .”

At his request, I feel my body tighten. The erratic pulsing of my core causes him to thrust faster, sending me right over the edge. Chanting his name as if it were a prayer.

As I’m coming down, he never slows down his pace, the feeling becoming unbearable.

“Come on, baby, just finish. I know you’re almost there.” I breathlessly whisper into his ear, earning a pained grunt in the response.

“Lock your legs,” he grunts out, and I instantly comply.

His arms wrap around my waist, and he hoists me up, and he stands, physically bouncing my body up and down on his cock.

I scream out, chanting his name once again into his shoulder.

“Come on. I know you have another one in you; give it to me like you gave me your first,” he grunts, slowing down his pace to match the rotation of my hips.

“Fuck Satoru, I can’t … it's too much,” I whine, earning a slap on my ass.

“ I told you that I was going to fuck this pussy like it was mine, so go ahead and give me all of it. Finish with me,” he said, nipping and biting at my neck once again.

I continue to buck and grind my hips the best I can, desperately trying to keep up with his uneven thrusts. One of his hands snakes around between our bodies as the other continues to hold me up. And as he takes his lips in mine and pulls at my piercing, I scream and squeeze him so hard that it sends us both over the edge.

We both ride out the wave as his slow thrusts come to an end. We stay like that momentarily before he leans down and releases me.

I fall back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, watching the back of my eyelids in pure exhaustion.

Moments later, he returns to my side and lifts my leg, and i jolt from the chilling sensation that goes right to my clit.

“Don't worry, we won’t go again for right now. I’m just cleaning you up.” he smiles down at me, and I can't help but return the gesture.

Once he disregards the towel, he scoops me up, placing me at the head of the bed, and slides in, pulling me onto him.

I settle into place, our legs tangling together as I do.

“How was that for the first time? Enough to get you off ? “ he hazily says.

“ I don’t know. It’s still lacking in some places. You’ll have to make it up to me tomorrow,” I say, smiling into his chest.

His laughter meets my ears as he grips my ass, slightly readjusting our position.

And with a light chuckle, I am met with that same cold sensation lined up right at my entrance.

“Tomorrow ?” he asks before he thrusts into me yet again.

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starryskyzx · 4 months

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𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 <𝟑 // 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Sukuna~” you moaned as he bent you over, whipping out his thick cock and slapping it against your throbbing wet cunt. “You sure you can handle me?” he grunted, slapping his masculine hand across your ass, using the other to empty a bottle of lube onto your body.

The shine glistened off your skin and the slight coldness of the liquid drizzled down your back as he shoved his girth deep into your cunt, sliding himself in and out of you. You clenched the sheets with your manicured nails exclaiming “Fuck, Sukuna~” while grasping your breath.

You could barely grab the headboard before he started to ram your body into the wall, vigorously hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. It felt as if your souls were binding into one and he couldn't get enough of your amendable moans.

You pushed your hand on his stomach, begging for him to slow down as his ravenous thrust were bringing you to tears. He grabbed your hand and forcefully pressed it against your back before shoving all of his length deep into your body and whispering in your ear. “Don't be runnin from me now, y/n. Be good for me and take it like a slut. Mhm?”

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starryskyzx · 4 months

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@starryskyzx bought me a spiderpunk poster and i audibly screamed

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starryskyzx · 5 months

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get at my girl sequoia 🌚🌚

Diary of Yonai (sneak peak)

During the first few days of school, I made sure to wake up around 4 o'clock in the morning. I wanted to prepare myself to look the best that I knew I could. I thrived on looking better than I did the previous year. Upgrading myself, some call it.

I took morning showers, to ensure that I looked and smelled my best. This shower consisted of vanilla wash, vanilla sugar scrub, then after the shower baby oil and vanilla scented lotion. If you haven't noticed by now, I love vanilla.

After my shower, I tightly wrapped myself in my hot pink bath towel, then looked in the mirror. My eyesight was locked on the girl standing in the mirror.

She had luscious curls that stopped at her back. Everyone knew it was a wig, oh but the way she intended on her lace, her hair to look as real as possible, only the people who actually knew were the ones that knew. Her face was covered in small acne marks, dark spots, and she had hairs on her face. All that she hated so much. She hated how her face looked and she hated how it wouldn't go away. The girl, the growing woman in the mirror, her body was still developing, but by the way she was growing she was falling in love with her body as the days grew. Small breasts, small waist, big hips, big butt. She had a body everyone was forcing upon themselves. Though her boobs weren't as big as she had dreamed, she still had the butt that people dreamed of having.

Knowing that I wasn't a social standard never really bothered me, only times when getting on social media seeing girls that I knew were prettier than me getting heart eyes and compliments in their comment sections.

Lathering my face with pure African soap, I washed my face with warm water. While my face began to get dry, I sprayed my face with rose water. As this was drying, I brushed my teeth thoroughly. Using the tooth brush, I exfoliated my lips with the wet bristles. My lips were soft as a cloud. Applying my SPF 30 moisturizer and vitamin C oils to my face was my last few steps, before placing my vanilla flavored lip balm on my lips.

I left the bathroom and my clothes were placed on my bed along with my shoes on the floor in front of the first day of school outfit. With this being my sophomore year of high school, I had to make sure to pop it. Which just means I had to make sure I looked like I was hot, sexy, and fine enough to be a senior but maybe not particularly one.

I had the height of a freshman and the body of a college student, along with the face of a grown woman. I just wanted to look my age.

There were girls at my school that looked over their age, hell, they looked like they didn't belong to anyone's school. Looking like prostitutes on the streets during school. I highly doubted their parents knew they walked out the house in such outrageous outfits.

Mine was simple, even for the first day. Just some slight drip. Mini army green cargo skirt, a short sleeved black compression shirt that I stole from my brother a few months ago, Rick Owens shoes, along with my silver golden necklace, a couple of random simple rings, and a claw clip in my hair, just so it doesn't get lost or broken.

My school bag and my purse were both packed with essentials, and I was ready to leave my room. I shut my television off along with my lights, then went to my parents' door and knocked.

Responsible for bringing me to school and back was my dad. He was never awake whenever it was time to take me to school, so waking him up as soon as I was ready had always been my job.

"Dad! I have school." I stated while knocking.

The door burst open and he was standing in his pajama pants and a raggedy t-shirt. I shrugged at the thought of his poor attire. I went downstairs with my bags, grabbed his keys, then went out the door.

I sat in the car waiting for him to get in with me. Today I was early, because I had to meet up with my best friend and my play brother. We had made this new tradition for us to get to school early so we could smoke before school and be high for the rest of the day. We knew they didn't care much since it was only the first day.

The time read, '6:34AM', I was running late. School doors opened at 6:45 AM and we had to be in our seats at 7:15AM. I knew I wasn't going to make it.

My dad finally came out the door with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a cup of coffee. I huffed, rested my elbow on the door and sat with my head in my hand. He was taking forever and was wasting my time completely.

Finally, he got into the car and we drove to the school. The distance between home and school for me is about a quick five minute drive, maybe shorter. Though I was still late most days due to me running late or just not wanting to attend.

The car ride was silent. My dad and I never really had a relationship ever since I turned 12, when I hit my teenage years. He never really cared as much and I wasn't "daddy's little girl", anymore. I was developing and I always assumed he didn't like that or he just didn't like me. Growing older, this idea proved itself to be a fact. Deep down, I knew it was true, I just liked living in the delusion that my daddy still loved me, let alone liked me, it just got to the point where I couldn't pretend anymore.

Because of the short car ride, the silence was tolerated until he pulled into the school's parking lot, "Have a nice day." He told me blandly.

I smiled, then got out of the car. There was nothing I could say to him anymore. I couldn't even force out an, 'I love you'.

The school was practically empty. Once my dad pulled off, I walked to the park. There was a park and a community center in close proximity to the school. Both around the back of the school. The park being where my friends and I get together to enjoy each other's company.

Arriving at the park, Kaeja and ManMan were both sitting at the park and smoke blew from the direction of where they were sitting.

I stared in disbelief, I just thought they were going to wait on me to get there to at least smoke it. I understood rolling up the weed and waiting, but just smoking before I got there? Outrageous.

As I walked over, Kaeja yelped in excitement, "YONAIIIIII!", then ran over to me.

She hugged me, almost knocking us both over. I smiled and hugged her back. The whole summer I hadn't talked to her due to her having a job and me stressing and trying to find myself.

We released each other from the hug, "Nigga what took so long?" She asked.

Now that I had a good look at Kaeja, she looked different. Her hair was different, her skin was different, her eyes, her nose, her. She seemed as if she was a new person.

I admired her. Her chocolate skin seemed soft and smooth, eyes oval-like. They consisted of pupils that were the color of a deep and dark fall brown. Her lips were small, but were full and fit her face. Oh and her nose. I would kill for a nose like hers, She had the kind of nose that was button and almost like she bought it.

Kaeja wore a short, tight black dress with a varsity jacket that was two different colors on each side. One side was yellow, the other orange. The shoes she had on were yellow and white Nike dunks. She carried a small orange purse on the side that was yellow, making sure her colors didn't clash.

"Why you looking at me like that? Stop being weird." She giggled, then went back over to where ManMan was.

Kaeja and I were socially awkward people when it came down to looking too hard. I hated staring, it always felt as if people were silently judging me and trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Making me feel as if they'll find the things that I don't like.

I went over to them and sat down on the playground. The park was our home. We were safe and it was always quiet this early in the morning. Nothing bothered us. It was a sanctuary for the three of us.

We met ManMan at this park last year. The space was only for Kaeja and I, but one day we witnessed someone else at our spot and it was Man. We never called ManMan by his real name, because that's who we met him as and we held onto the nostalgia.

Sitting in the circle, passing the blunt around, I actually had the chance to look at Man too.

He looked his normal self, just more put together. His hair was freeformed, meaning it was all over, but we all loved it like that. Whenever we would tell him he needs a retwist or he needs to tame his hair he would tell us, "The hoes love it, stop being haters."

There was nothing we could tell that boy. Though his mane was untameable, he had a haircut and white lining around his lineup. His eyes were low and red due to him starting to get high. His lips were a tad crusty probably because he was smoking and didn't have the chance to moisturize. Knowing him, he had a chapstick in his pocket. He was clean to be a boy, a young man.

"Y'all ready for today?" I asked.

ManMan was the first to speak up, "Hell yeah. Ready to get them hoes on my roster."

Kaeja and I couldn't do anything but laugh. Whenever we all got high together it was nothing but laughs, even if it wasn't that funny.

"Nigga what?" Kaeja questioned, "You making a roster already? It's only first day."

He shrugged, "That's the best time to snatch bitches up. The good ones gon' by day three."

"Nigga tryna find him a eaterrrrr." I laughed.

They joined in with my laughter, "She ain't lying though."

"Couldn't be me and my man." I smiled.

"Girl boo, you and that nigga gon' break up as soon as he find some new cat to be fucking on." Kaeja told me.

I sucked my teeth, "That nigga know better."

My boyfriend and I had been on and off for the past few months because of him and his lack of communication. I was one that always wanted to talk, while he was the one that was more to himself and took an excessive amount of time to respond to a simple, 'wyd?'.

Kae and Man continued smoking, while I sat and watched. I was a lightweight and I wouldn't have been able to function during the school day being too high.

This is only the beginning of chapter one of 'Diary of Yonai' on my Wattpad (Projectbratt). The book is incomplete, but is a work in progress!

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙨

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲. 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗵𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗺𝗸

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟯𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 @ginger4sugar 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁! 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿!!! 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟴 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗺𝗿! 𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱). 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 <𝟯!

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟰 ࿐ྂ

Music blasted and colored lights landed on every surface of the huge house you were partying in. Your favorite drink, pink whitney, swished around in your stomach as you took a random shot of some Svedka one of your friends had just poured up for you.

Cheers of encouragement came from around the island as your already drunk ass motioned your friend for another shot. As the liquor poured in the shot glass, your body reacted to the sound the beat as your favorite song began blasting in the living room.

Completely forgetting about the requested drink, you immediately ran towards the crowd ready to obnoxiously scream every part of the song, drunkenly slurring the lyrics together. However, before you could make it into the mob of people, your homeboy, Connie, ran into you, eyes red from smoking in the backyard.

“Hey, Connieee~” you said, dragging his name out annoyingly. “Wassup, y/n” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you in for a hug. “I was gonna ask you to come get a drink with me, but I think you beat me to it” he laughed, loosening his grip on you, still resting his arms around you.

“They’re playing my songg” you said, pushing past him attempting to go hang out with the rest of the partygoers who were dancing and chatting in the room in front of you.

“Hollon-“ he said, grabbing your arm, pulling you back close to him. “Come smoke wimmie”

You sighed, weighing the two options in your head, before reluctantly agreeing. Connie pulled your arm outside where the lawn was sprinkled with abandoned cups and random people having intoxicated conversations. “Where are we going?” you laughed, stumbling around, barley being able to keep up.

“Right here” he replied, stopping right in front of his car, opening the door to the backseat. You got in and waited for Connie to appear in the adjacent window. Your head was pounding but you agreed to hang out with your best friend anyways.

Eventually, he joined you in the car, plopping down next to you, pulling what looked like a gram of weed out the pocket of his jacket. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window, still talking as you rested your eyes.

It was until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you opened your eyes and saw smoke already filling the car and a lit joint in Connie’s hand. “Damn, my bad” you said, eyes widening, tucking the joint between your two fingers.

The two of you talked for a few minutes, passing the blunt between each other, until it was almost completely burnt. As Connie inhaled the last hit, he grabbed your chin pulling you a mere inches away from his face.

He parted your lips slightly before blowing the smoke into your mouth, causing your intoxicated mind to get turned on almost instantly. Before you could even process what you were doing your head leaned forward, enclosing the smoke in both your mouth and Connie’s.

Although you thought he would pull away from the kiss, it felt as if he was encouraging it, slipping in tongue, slowly moving his hand from your face to your waist. “Sorry” you whispered, breaking the kiss for a few seconds only to succumb to the seduction of your friend once again.

“All good~”

Whether it was the alcohol, the weed, or simply Connie making you aroused, you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching for his pants zipper as you positioned yourself aimlessly in the backseat of his car.

“I got it-“ he mumbled, unzipping his pants, revealing his bulge. He tossed your legs over his shoulder, before kissing you once more and calling out to you.

“Y/n?”

Your heavy lids finally forced themselves open, giving you the ability to look Connie in his eyes. “You okay with this?”

A smile grew on your face and you nodded, closing your eyes once again allowing everything to take place.

You heard the words “I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” shortly after feeling a pair of hands gently pull down your panties. The only reply you gave was a groan, now having to deal with not only the pounding in your head but the one in your pussy too.

A girthy tip penetrated your pussy, causing you to moan at the pacing he entered you. Slowly, he used his thumb to bury his dick deep into your cunt, watching as you easily swallowed his shape.

After filling you up with his cock, the sound of him spitting on your pussy followed by the wet sounds of him moving around inside you filled your ears, causing you to smile at the euphoric feeling of getting fucked under the influence.

His hands repositioned themselves around your waist, using them to help move your body in your diminished state. His slow, sultry movements allowed his dick to glide against your walls with ease, as if your body was meant to be one with his all along.

It wasn’t until his thrusts became harder and he’d ram himself against your g-spot, that you caught yourself moaning unforgivably loud. Not once did he shush you or muffle your noises, despite you two being in the driveway of a house were a party was taking place, leaving both of you vulnerable to being seen.

His hands began to guide you deeper onto his cock, however this time, he shoved himself in and out of you a bit quicker, causing the sound of your thighs smacking against his to fill the car. Brokenly, you begged, only being able to form the name of the boy fucking you and the word “More~” on your tongue.

Your moans held a sense of weariness, while still managing to keep all their volume. You were honestly too wasted to show any sort of excitement, despite your eager pleads of wanting Connie to continuously stretch out your cunt.

Before you could form the words to express you were about to cum over your homeboy’s dick, you hips had already began bucking and your fingernails had started dinging themselves into Connie’s forearm. “Connie- Con-“

Your whiny moans were cut off as Connie unexpectedly pulled every inch of himself out your pussy, only to put his swollen tip against your lips. As a few drops of cum dripped onto your face, you mindlessly stuck out your tongue as Connie gave himself a few pumps, causing him to empty every drop of his nut into your mouth and onto your flushed cheeks.

After catching his breath, the boy reached under the seat, grabbing his pants and your panties before swiftly handing them back to you. As you slipped your undies over your heels, Connie reached his hand to the front of the car, opening the center console, grabbing something out if it.

“Take 4. You’ll need some for the morning.” he advised, placing 4 painkillers into the palm of your hand before slipping out the car and moving himself to the drivers seat. A non verbal “thank you”, was given as he noticed your smile and nod through the rear-view.

Taking two of the pills using no drink caused you to shake your head disgustedly from the nasty aftertaste. After doing so, you noticed Connie was not only buckled up, but the car was moving. “Where are we going now?” you asked, curious and a little concerned on where he was driving you.

“Your house, y/n. If you think I’m letting you go back into that party when you’re already so out of it, your more fucked up than I thought.”

You giggled, letting out a sigh of relief as you laid your head against the window, closing your eyes, hoping you could get some sleep. “Thank you” you mumbled tiredly, already being able to feel your headache disappearing.

When the night first began, if someone asked you if you could see yourself hooking up with Connie, you probably would’ve said no. However, after tonight, it’s come to your realization that whenever you need him, whether it be to rant about something bothering you or simply wanting some dick, he would be there, he would take care of you just like he said he would.

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!

The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.

“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.

There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.

“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”

You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.

You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.

As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.

“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.

You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.

“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”

Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.

Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.

You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.

“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.

“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”

Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.

“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.

A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.

A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”

A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.

Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.

The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.

Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.

Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.

You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.

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took this hoe long enough 🙄. go read day 1!!

☆彡 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 : 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖/𝐎𝐍𝐘 ミ★

Characters Included — Onyankopon x Black reader

Ginger's Notes — Yesss i’m doing kinktober with my stinka butt @skyskyxd ( she’s forcing me too ), we’re alternating days so look at her page for Day 2!! This isn’t proofread tho and yall know i’m saving the good smut for my favorite days but 😛😛 enjoy

Content Warning — Half Smut, Size kink ( duh ), reader is depicted as smaller than Ony, pet names, Think that’s it, lmk if i missed anything

He shouldn’t have you feeling this strongly with ease. It was effortless. He towered over you so easily, you almost felt embarrassed.

He was massive, Ony knew this all of his life. Having people look up at him was an everyday thing that he had gotten use to. He went about his life knowing that he was a tempting height.

But it wasn’t just his Height to you, he was just big all around. His frame was broad with muscles that flexed underneath the tight black top that squeezed at every ridge of his stomach and his pecs— his biceps almost popping out of his sleeves with every move. The way his hands would ball into a fist when he had to crack his knuckles before they were on the small of you back taking up a good amount of space.

Don’t let you get started at his Thighs that were adorned by hoochie daddy shorts, no thanks to the heatwave that was outside.

Onyankopon was Huge.

You didn’t have a preference to your men, your past relationships show that— you liked ony for his personality and how he carried himself.

But right now all you could think about was how he carried you.

Throwing you over his shoulder without a grunt of struggle, and a swift tap on your ass leaving a slight sting as he carried you to the pool at the party, not being phased by all of your thrashing and your meek fist hitting against his back as you argued him to put you down. Only for your petty threats to fall on deaf ears as all your friends and party goers watch your boyfriend chuck you into the pool with a chuckle from himself and a scream leaving your lips.

And while you’re coming back up to the surface your braids floating around, you’re graced to catch ony pulling that black shirt you were staring at off himself, revealing sheer dark skin and a physique that could only be described as made by gods themselves. The sun bouncing off his skin paired with Me & U by Cassie playing in the back didn’t help.

You didn’t care he had dunked you into the pool anymore, and you definitely didn’t care when his Fine ass jumped in too, swimming underwater and lifting you to sit on his shoulders.

You wanted to go home. Cause you weren’t just wet from the pool anymore. Suddenly you were hyper aware of your swimsuit and everything around you. Mostly the sound of Ony’s laugh as he brought a wet hand to tap at your thigh to grab your attention so you could look at the camera Connie had pointed at you two.

Eventhough you still couldn’t stop focusing on your boyfriend, the way your heavy thighs on his shoulders meant nothing to him, as he splashed through the water still carrying you until he was gently sitting you on the edge of the pool so only your feet would be in the water.

“I wanna go home.” You crossed your arms over your chest, not failing to realize how your boyfriend, who hqd swam his way inbetween your legs, eyes seemed to be glued on to the swimsuit you had chosen. “Why?”

Well, you couldn’t exactly tell him why— out of embarrassment. But when he tilted his head at you and gave you a shy of a smirk showing a sneak of his grillz paired with the beads of water that laid on his skin you didn’t think you had it in you to hold back.

“I like when you pick me up.” You said oh so softly that only he could hear it, the sound of the distant music not bothering you two, Ony Raised a brow before you cleared your throat and rolled your eyes, “ I like when you pick me up— like a doll.”

Ony didn’t need to be a genius to know what you were referring to, and he definitely didn’t waste any time getting out of the pool and grabbing your hand pulling you to a stand. “Yeah i’m ready to go home too baby.”

Ony was far from oblivious, he knew his stature compared to yours. Looking down at you constantly, the way his form draped over yours everytime he went for a hug from behind. Even small things like getting things too high up for his girlfriend— he liked it, almost too much.

Especially in the bedroom.

It showed When you two barely got through the thrusthold of your front door before his calloused hands were all over your frame, feeling whatever part of you he could before he got to impatient and picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. Basically ripping both of your clothes off with fervor and manhandling you onto the bed.

Ony was big in the places that matter, “oh fuck—” Moans leaving your lips while your legs pressed close to your ears, rough hands keeping your limbs in place while your eyes struggled from not closing as he inched his length into your cunt almost achingly slow. He was Big, you remember your first time seeing it— the genuine thought that he would split you in half.

“aht— stop allat running, we gon make it fit princess.”

A whimper leaving your lips when he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed as if you weighed nothing. Your glossed eyes looking up at the smirking male that had you reeling into the sheets. This is what you wanted.

“Now is yo ass gon take this shit, like the big girl you are huh?” He taunted when he felt you relax when he started his rough thrust, your moans egging him to continue— “or you gon act like the small ass princess you is?”

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 🌚.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟵𝟳𝟲

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗚𝗨𝗬𝗦𝗦!! 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 @anantaru ‘𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 @ginger4sugar ! 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 (𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 😒) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵! 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 “𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀” 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀. 𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗯 𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝘀𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟭 ࿐ྂ

“We’re just friends” repeated throughout your brain as Gojo’s hand embedded his fingers into your thighs. He leaned over, swiping his tongue across your neck staining parts of your skin blueish-purple, cussing under his breath in between kisses.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you cried out twisting your fingers through his white hair, biting your lip as his fingers inched closer to your inner leg. “Why not? Scared our friends might think different of us? Scared you might get dick whipped?”

Although both of those things were pretty true, you rolled your eyes and ignored his teasing by pulling Gojo’s face towards your’s, striking him with a single kiss. His gaze frantically switched between that of your eyes and your lips, debating on whether or not he should go in for another.

“Gojo-“ you annoyingly sighed, catching the side of his face before you two could actually collide, after noticing his face inching closer to you once more. Licking his lips, he spat out a quick “What? So we were just flirting and teasing each other all night for no reason?”

A frown appeared on your face as you gently caressed his cheek using your manicured thumb. “No, of course not hun” you said in a sympathetic, melodic tone. He began kneeling down, looking up at you from between your thighs.

His bright blue eyes were filled with desperation and his fingers clung onto the top of your skirt. He begged using his facial expressions to communicate his neediness to you nonverbally.

A reluctant sigh fell from your lips as you muttered “How far do you wanna take this, Satoru?”. His hands moved from the elastic band of your tennis skirt to the hemming of your panties hiding under it.

“Just lemme taste you then you can decide, mk?”

It was hesitant, but you slightly inhaled before nodding and mumbling the smallest “kay~” watching as his fingers began to drag your panties to the side, and his head disappeared under your skirt.

Within a few seconds the stinging sensation of a tongue hitting your clit rolled over your body. A small whimper managed to slip out as Gojo’s grip on your legs tighted, slowly prying them apart to give him more room.

You closed your eyes and let your body heat up at the intoxicating movements of his tongue. While his left hand held open your lips, his mouth sucked on your sweet spot, causing your breath to hitch and your body to tremor.

Disregarding your previous conversation, you found yourself becoming dizzy at the thought of Gojo fucking you. The idea of him stretching you open, forcing your cunt to swallow his lengthy dick, made your heart pulse with anticipation.

He continuously pressed kisses against your wet spot despite the way your fingers tugged on his hair and the repetitive amount of breathy moans you’d let out. You could hear it as whiny, little moans escaped in between each lap his tongue did around your now swollen clit.

“Mmm- Fuck~” He purred as if he himself was getting went down on. After sloppily drooling all over your cunt, he momentarily pulled away, allowing you’re pussy to throb at the feeling of his saliva mixed with your pre-cum dripping down from his mouth streaming down into your entrance.

You instinctively pushed Gojo’s deeper in between your legs as your muscles tightened and goosebumps began to appear over your skin.

“Right there- Gonna~“

Before you could even get the words out your mouth, it was as if he had already processed what you were attempting to say. If his grip on you wasn’t tight before, it certainly was now.

His fingers dung into your skin as he began forcing the legs that you impulsively attempted to slam shut open. He smiled into your pussy and whispered words of encouragement into it.

You felt lightheaded and your eyes began to roll into the back of your head as he relentlessly devoured your pussy, ignoring your pleads. You eventually released yourself, cumming onto Gojo’s face, leaving it as white as his frosty hair. He smiled into your wetness for a moment, only to swipe his tongue in between your lips a few more times in order to savor the taste of your cum covered cunt.

You sharply inhaled, wincing in pain as he traced your folds with the tip of his tongue. Eventually, those blue eyes reappeared from under your skirt and his tongue swiped any remaining essence from off of his lips.

As you attempted to catch your breath, you managed to ignore the cum and the excessive amount of Gojo’s salivation that coated the innards of your thighs as your skin slipped and rubbed against itself after closing your legs.

“Fuck-” you panted, finally being able to come back to your senses. Before anything else could be said, Gojo had already had a mischievous look growing on his face.

“We had a deal, y/n.”

Although it was simply a mere minutes ago, you had already forgotten the way you’d gotten into this predicament. Without a doubt Gojo’s head game was top tier, but you were unsure if you wanted to risk ruining the friendship even more by letting him bury his dick into you and on at raw that.

Thinking with your brain obviously would’ve been the smart thing to do in this situation, however, this time, you couldn’t help but think with your pussy. And in your head, it was almost as if you could hear her saying she wanted her walls clenching down on Gojo’s dick.

So for tonight, and only tonight, you would allow Gojo to fuck you dumb, as long as it was clear that it was as just friends <3.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫-𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐬

✽ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗷𝘂𝗷𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱

✽ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟬 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

✽ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 (𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮)

✽ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟮.𝟳𝗸

✽ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮’𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼’𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗶! 𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝘆𝗲, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

You were already fighting a depressive episode when you had just heard the news about Haibara. When you saw him leave for his mission earlier that day, you never would’ve thought it’d be the last day of your classmates life. He was gone. Dead and never coming back. And you all just had to deal with it.

It was burden on top of burden. Doubt on top of doubt. It felt like you were spiraling every time you opened you eyes. You didn’t know what to do or who to talk to. You were lost in the darkness with no light. You were stuck.

You stumbled down the hallway, looking to grab one of your comfort drinks from the vending machine. There you saw Suguru, another one of your classmates, sitting on a bench drinking a Coke, staring off into space.

“Hey,” you mumbled taking a small glance at him, noticing how the dark circles engulfed the shape of his eyes the same way yours did. “Hey, y/n” Suguru muttered, following the reply with a small sigh.

There was a moment of silence between you two, filled with nothing but the sound of your choice of drink hitting the bottom of the machine. Although both of you were hesitant to ask, the silence was eventually broken after the same question had rolled off both of your tongues in unison.

“You okay?”

“Are you okay?”

Nervous laughs from both of you filled the air before you decided to reply to the question. “Yea, I’m fine. Just tired” you said, allowing a fake smile to grow onto your face to deflect from the lie you’d just told.

“Tuh, yea same” Suguru replied, following your lead by also pretending that everything was fine. As you palmed your drink, you reluctantly plopped down next to him.

The two of you sat in silence once more, both lost in thought about what issues the other was going through. That was until-

“I don’t think I want to be a sorcerer anymore”

was blurted from your mouth. “Huh?” Suguru said, letting his head turn quicker than any other moment during this whole interaction. “I don’t want to die like this, Suguru. I don’t want anyone to die anymore.”

“Is this about Haibara?”

“No-“ you exclaimed, taking a deep breath and continuing your explanation. “I’ve had these thoughts for a while now. I want to grow old. Maybe have a family.”

“I’m not as strong as you or Gojo, Suguru. I might not be as lucky and come back from the dead like you guys did.”

Every word that fell from your lips felt like a pound off your shoulder. However, when Suguru became a little too silent, you thought maybe you’d said too much.

Before you could throw out multiple apologies for your unsolicited rant, you heard Suguru’s voice from the other side of the bench.

“I always thought jujutsu sorcery existed to protect non-sorcerers, but lately the value of non-sorcerers has been wavering in my mind.”

You continued to listen to him ramble on and took in every word that came from his lips as they were all relatable to you on a personal level. Even as he went on to talk about the weak and how he’s been seeing regular civilians different recently, you made sure to stay attentive to him. That was until eventually he said something that specifically caught your attention.

“There's a part of me that despises non-sorcerers, and a part of me that wants to reject that part.

Although you and Suguru’s reasons held different undertones, it was as if for once, someone got you, even if your jealousy filled, envious hatred wasn’t truly the same as Suguru’s annoyance and distaste for the weak.

“Well… sadly for us, we can’t just stay in the middle. Eventually we’ll have to choose which path to take. A route of hate or a route of sorcery” you said pointing one hand to the hallway on your left and the other pointing to the one straight ahead. You placed your hands back by your side, gently closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “Or maybe-“

“We could run away together”

His head turned your direction, eyes widened as a small “Huh?” came from his mouth. “We could just forget about everything, you know? We’d just leave this place without telling anyone.”

“We’d make our own path, Suguru.”

The shocked look on his face softened as the corners of his mouth became upturned.

“Hm. Sounds ideal, doesn’t it?” he said, chugging down the rest of his cola, crushing the can between his hands before getting up from the bench.

You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, waiting for a reply or a response of any sort at all. It wasn’t really obvious what he was thinking. Did he like the idea? Did he hate it? However, after tossing his trash, he simply continued on down the hallway silently.

You lowered your head, shaming yourself after getting hit by a wave of embarrassment. “Hey, y/n?” Suguru called out freezing in his tracks, turning his head slightly to look back at you who’s eyes were glossy and full of admiration.

“Keep that idea in mind, ok?”

A smile appeared on your face and a tear ran down your cheek as you nodded.

“I promise I will”

A feeling of relief washed over you and it were if a field of butterflies had been released into your stomach. The glance he had given you warmed your heart more then he had realized at the time.

However, when he turned and walked away, it was impossible for you to know that it was the last time he’d ever look at you like that for at least a decade.

And with that he was gone.

It was the last time you saw him, before he had went and murdered all those people. And you couldn’t help but feel you were partially to blame.

The guilt and the loss of Suguru only worsened your depression, to the point where Satoru land Shoko had found out about it. They tried talking to you about it but you insisted you were ok, despite loosing all will to fight any curses or go on any missions.

Eventually, they convinced you to get help. Your mental state began to recover from the effects of Geto, but even so you’d never fully recover from the longing of a normal life.

At this point in time, becoming a sorcerer was the only appropriate option. You felt like you had be one in attempt to atone. Not only that but because if you didn’t choose that path, you’d only become like him.

So you stayed. You became a sorcerer along Gojo and Shoko, despite what your heart truly wanted and you’d never see Suguru again.

During a mission with Satoru, you two had gotten split up while taking down some cursed spirits. It was dark and clouds covered most of the stars with a few peeking through every now and then.

After killing the grade 2 curse that attacked you, you wandered around making sure to keep your guard up, while looking for your partner.

"Satoru! Gojo! Shit…”

As you walked around in the dark, you felt the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. You could tell by darkness of the sky and the smell the air that it was about to rain. Maybe that was the reason?

“Hey!”

You turned around already rolling your eyes getting ready to ridicule the white haired idiot. “Where did you go? I was-“

When you turned around you froze, letting your heart drop into your stomach. There stood Geto, hair flowing down his back with a gentle smile on his face.

You were forced to get over him. To forget about him completely. But when the man who used to mean the whole world to you, who you haven’t seen in a decade, is standing right in front of you, it’s hard to to stop yourself from longing for what was lost.

“Long time, no see”

A lump began to form in your throat and tears began to coat yours eyes.

“Suguru..?”

You took a few steps closer, leaving a mere 6-7 feet between you two. “Where? Why?” you tried asking, through the cracking in your voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” he said softly, avoiding your attempt at questioning him. Sniffling and wiping the tears from your face, you managed to mutter the words “If I knew you were alive, I would’ve… Shit. I- I don’t want to fight you.”

“I just want to have one more conversation with you now that I know it might be the last.”

Geto took a deep breath before taking a few steps closer to you. It’s like the walls you had built up had began crumble the moment you’d realized it was truly him.

“You know me and Gojo still talk about you sometimes” you said, still holding back a breakdown. “Really?”

“Well, its more of me talking and him shutting me down” you muttered, laughing through the tears. “What do you talk about?” he asked, with raised eyebrows and a gentle smile.

You were hesitant to answer, unsure of if your response would offend him or comfort him. “If something were to… I don’t know? Change in you. If you wanted to come back and be a sorcerer, if we’d let you?”

“Oh…” he said, letting the slight smile fall from his face. “I don’t think that’ll happen any time soon, but- if i did, what would the answer be? Just out of curiosity of course~” he continued.

“I- I don’t know. I’d like to say yes but-“

“I understand… And Satoru?” His voice softened, as it usually did when saying either of your names. “He said no” you mumbled, lowering your head out of sympathy.

Although his face didn’t show any type of surprise, you could tell by the fake smile he put on that he was a little upset that neither one of you would let him in.

“It’s a shame you became a sorcerer, y/n. Last time we talked it seemed like you were leaning more against it.”

The burning feeling in your throat began to intensify at the thought of him remembering your last conversation. “I did it because of you. I felt bad, ok?”

Geto inched closer to you and let out a deep sigh, as he said “What I did had nothing to do with what you told me. I made that decision on my own”. It was comforting to hear him say, but despite that it was already to late.

“I just didn’t want to leave them while they were still hurting over you disregarding us like we meant nothing to you!”

A cocky laugh escaped from Geto’s mouth as he said the words “Funny coming from you, considering you wanted to run away from everything”.

It began to sprinkle, filling the silence with the sound of raindrops hitting the concrete. Tears began to form as you tried to find ways to defend yourself.

“That’s not the same thing and you know it, Geto”

Along with the rain, the wind began to rustle the trees. It was as if nature had heard the deafening silence and began to fill the emptiness.

The tears began to fall down your face. They were filled with anger, sadness, and happiness, and every single one that fell was at the hands of Suguru Geto.

“Do you think… if we had ran away together things would be different?”

His eyes that were previously locked on you fell to the floor and the calm look on his face turned into a frown.

“I don’t know, y/n. Maybe.”

The hope in his ‘maybe’ struck you. It was as if you could see it. Blue skies. A small house.

It’d be an early morning with you sitting on the couch codling your baby. They’d have his slender, black eyes and your beautiful hair. Suguru would be cooking breakfast, despite having to leave for work the same morning. And when he was ready to leave, he’d kiss your forehead goodbye and stand in the door way waving to you and his child.

The things you were imagining were so vivid they almost felt real. Him standing in front of you, with a smile on his face in the doorway of your own place felt like…

Home.

However, you were quickly snapped back into the present as Geto’s words broke you from your state of daydreaming. “Looks like we’ve wasted away all our chances, huh?” he mourned, turning his head from you to look towards the brightness of the moon.

You turned your head to admire the moon as well. Maybe so that way, even if you two didn’t share the same views on society, you could at least share the same view of the night sky.

“I wish there was another way” you whispered, so quiet, it was if it were only meant to be heard by you and the universe.

You saw Geto make some sort of movement from your peripheral vision, however when you looked back towards him, you didn’t expect to see him with his arm extended towards you.

“You could always join me”

It was if time had stopped. No more rain. No more wind. The only thing in this moment that mattered was you and him.

Before you could even manage to come up with a reply, Geto continued on with his idea. “Everything you’ve ever wanted, you could have. A house? A family? Whatever life you want to live, you got it. All I’m asking is that you live it by my side and not Satoru’s”

Your face that was soaked in tears, had become frozen. The fact you were even considering this was already a bad sign.

You chose to be sorcerer all those years ago. To go back on your word… your promise? What would they think of you? Nanami. Shoko. Gojo. You loved them more then life itself.

But maybe it was time for you to come to terms with the fact you loved Geto more than anything else.

You slowly inched your hand closer to his palm, shaking in hesitation and fear.

“Y/n? Is this guy bothering you?”

You froze in place uncertain if you were hearing things correctly. Turning your head over your left shoulder you could see bright blue eyes piercing through the darkness. “Satoru?” you mumbled, now simply hovering over Geto’s open hand.

“Go ahead, Suguru. Finish your speech”

“Ah long time no see, Satoru” he said ignoring the request. His eyes glanced at you before his hand fell to his side and his body began to walk towards Gojo.

“I was just catching up with an old friend that’s all”

Your hand still hovered in the air, as if you hadn’t processed that there was no longer another one below it to catch it.

As Geto and Satoru’s voices faded into the background your hand slowly fell aswell. Raindrops blended into your tears, as you couldn’t help but let them begin to flow.

A life without sorcery. A life with Suguru. Maybe all those years ago, when you blamed yourself for Geto turning out this way, you were wrong. Maybe in truth, you were jealous. Maybe…

You deserved to be happy.

The sound of rain, thunder, and trees blowing all came back at once, like a broken record fixing itself and playing on its own. You’d finally gained the courage to turn around and say something. However, just as you were about to, you’d overheard what Satoru was saying .

“Y/n isn’t like you. Not all sorcerers are broken Suguru.”

And in that moment, your heart had shattered. Not because you were broken, but because after shunning him away for an entire decade, you realized you were like Geto, your lost lover and enemy, in every way possible.

“Stop” came from between your lips, so quiet you could barley hear yourself. You weren’t sure if it was meant for them or for you, but either way, you repeated once more, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I want-“

The two looked at you waiting for you to blurt out the rest of your words. One stood tall with a raised eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as you tried to swallow the burning feeling in your throat once more. A tear streamed down your face and at that moment, you had made your choice.

“I’m sorry-”

Gojo had let out a sigh of relief and began walking over to you before realizing that another word had rolled off your tongue.

“Satoru.”

The look on his face changed from relieved to concerned. “Huh?” he muttered, assuming he was misunderstanding the situation.

You tilted your head down to the floor and began to walk towards Geto. Your shoulder grazed Satoru’s and you could feel his blue eyes staring you down even though you didn’t didn’t lock eyes.

As you interlocked fingers with Suguru, you looked up to see Satorou defeated. Torn. Heartbroken in a way you haven’t seen in years. “I want to be happy, Gojo. And I cant be that being a sorcerer.”

Gojo clenched his jaw and raised his hand in a defensive manner. “Stop. Y/n-“

“It’s settled.”

As Suguru pulled you away from Gojo, you watched him. A single tear dropped from his eye, as his elevated arm that was still pointed towards you began to shake.

Not a single word managed to escape his lips, but judging by the look on his face, you could tell he had been over come with complete anguish.

Once again you were overcome with guilt, as you watched his arm fall back to his side. He just stood there, confused and upset, completely taking in your betrayal.

The moon shined over you that night and it was as if your hope for a new future was being represented by the stars peeking through the clouds. However, as the light from the sky hit your skin, and illuminated you and Suguru, you couldn’t help but feel bad as you watched Gojo fade into the dark, just as you did with Suguru all those years ago.

“Goodbye, Satoru Gojo.”

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i start writing for the first time in a month and my draft doesn’t update when i write like 1k words…

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starryskyzx · 10 months

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ur sick. twisted even.

me blocking @skyskyxd to make sure i win the argument? yes.

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starryskyzx · 10 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐳 & 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

✽ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱

✽ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

✽ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆/𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

✽ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸

✽ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 😍. 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱, 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝟰 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀. 𝗺𝘄𝗮𝗵 ( ^ω^ )！

You and Armin were spending time together as you two usually do. Every week, you guys would hang out, unwind, and relax, usually at each other’s place. However, you always preferred to hang out at your apartment instead of Armin’s decked out, pristine “palace” where you had to worry about getting shit dirty, or breaking something expensive.

Not only were you always intimidated by going over to his house, but you also had another problem at hand. The other resident.

Eren is Armin’s best friend, and to your knowledge he has been for just about forever. You didn’t know what to think of him at first. Headstrong, and complacent was pretty much the vibe he’d given off, but it was also hard for you to ignore his physical attributes. Tall, covered in tats, and hella attractive.

Every time you’d come over and it just so happened that Eren would be closer to the door, and when he did open it, he’d be towering down on you from the door frame with his sculpted, uncovered torso. And each time, you could feel yourself sneaking glances at how his long hair shaped his face. The necklace shaped like a key that’d dangle around his neck. “Noticing little things like that aren’t important” you told yourself, but you couldn’t help but bite the inside of your cheek and adjust your hair when he would be nearby.

It was strange..? You love Armin and would never go out of your way to cheat on him with his roommate. But even so you felt guilty, despite never even flirting with the guy or speaking to him besides the simple “Hey” you’d shoot him when stopping by.

It didn’t matter. Because even though you convinced yourself you didn’t want Eren, he wanted you.

And bad.

Hence why you tried to stay away from him. You were scared that if you two were in a situation where you were alone together, something would happen. So when Armin began to question why you didn’t come over anymore, you couldn’t tell him the truth. There’s no way in hell he’d believe that the guy he’d known since childhood was trying to take you from him. So, you kept quiet and made a few excuses. But after he begged you to come by to have dinner with him, you hesitantly agreed.

It was around evening time as you pulled into the driveway of your boyfriend’s house. Stepping out the car and knocking on the door, you waited patiently for it to open, expecting the green eyed brunette to answer per usual. However, when you were met with ocean blue eyes instead, you were not only surprised, but relieved.

“Hey y/n! I’m about to start cooking soon” he said with a gentle smile, his natural blush complimenting his face.

“Thanks hun” you replied, pressing a small kiss onto his cheek before walking over to the island in the kitchen to get an idea of what today’s meal was. Armin continued preparing the dish, chopping vegetables, gathering the cookware he’d need, while you sat on the barstool nearby.

You rested your head on your hand, ironically thinking of the guy you’d been trying to avoid. Why didn’t he answer the door? Where was he? That’s when it dawned upon you that part of you had actually felt disappointed he wasn’t there. Shaking the realization from your head, you waited a few minutes to ask, trying not to sound too eager or curious about Eren’s whereabouts.

“Where’s your roomie?” you said, looking at your phone attempting to appear somewhat uninterested. “Eren?” he asked. “Yea, he’s at his girlfriend’s house”

Shit.

The guy you thought wanted to fuck you, had a girlfriend. The guy you’d never admit to admiring from afar was in a relationship. The whole thing was made up in your head. You wanted to slap yourself upside the head for being so delusional then slap yourself again for being delusional while you had a boyfriend.

Before you could fill the silence with a reply, Armin mumbled under his breath and stopped what he was doing. “What’s wrong?” you questioned, nervous he had caught onto what you were thinking about.

He grabbed his jacket and his phone off the counter and walked over beside you. “I’m missing something from the recipe, so I’m gonna head to the store. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.” he said, brushing his hand against your cheek.

You replied a simple “Ok, love ya”, and stood up from your seat as you watched him rush out the door. Walking over to the living room, you put on a show to help make the time pass by quicker. Not before long, there was a knock on the door. It had only been about 5 minutes, but considering Armin had only forgotten one thing, you thought maybe the trip was just super quick like he promised.

“That was fa-“

You were shocked to see Eren standing on the porch, a small smirk growing on his face after seeing you in the doorway. “Thanks. Forgot my key” he explained, not letting his gaze move from your face. His hair was pulled back today, revealing his sharp jawline. His emerald eyes glimmered from the light of the sun as it began to set. Everything about how this man looked was tempting you and little did he know about the internal battle you were fighting in your head right now.

“You gonna let me in my place or you just gonna stand there and look pretty?”

You were caught off guard by his comment, causing you to snap back to reality. It was then you noticed you’d actually been standing there all googly eyed, staring at him for the last few seconds instead of taking a mental picture and just letting him through the door.

“Sorry” you mumbled, instinctively batting your eyelashes as you moved to the side and let him slip into the house. "Why are you here? You know Armin's not home"

He shuffled his way over to the couch where you had been watching TV, and you followed behind him. "He just left, he'll be back soon" you stuttered, still standing and talking to him at a distance. He picked up the remote to press play on the tv and propped his feet up on the coffee table, not paying you any mind initially. A few seconds passed before he looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "You don't gotta be scared. Come sit down" he laughed, scanning you up and down as you walked over to the spot next to him.

Even sitting on the couch with Eren was creating some tension. You managed to keep some space between you two, but as you continued to engage in conversation with him, you'd notice him out the corner of your eye inching closer and closer to where you were sitting.

He paused the show he was watching, before scooting all the way over to you, letting his knee press up against yours. "What's up withchu?" he said smugly, letting his arm wrap around your shoulder.

A nervous laugh managed to escape from your lips. This guy knew what the fuck he was doing, trying to catch you at a vulnerable time when your boyfriend wasn't around. His stare did something to you. You crossed your legs and tilted your head saying "What do you mean?" as you looked over to him.

"Why you so nervous?" he questioned. He knew why. You know everything about this was wrong. Not only was he betraying his best friend but the girlfriend he apparently had too. However, this didn't stop you from pretending to "adjust yourself", which in reality was you grinding yourself against the fabric of your panties.

"Just waiting for my man to come home, that's all" you said, almost teasingly, knowing damn well Eren aint wanna hear shit about your man right now. "Well I think we got a minute before that happens" he replied. He leaned in closer to you, analyzing your lips only removing his gaze from them to stare at your eye's and how they'd dilate when he talked. "He said he'd be quick" you justified, still attempting to protect your relationship from the inevitable collapse that'd happen if Eren where to accomplish what he had in mind. Yet still, despite you defending your boyfriend, you hadn't pulled away from Eren who was now a mere inches away from your face.

"Bet, I can be quicker" he chuckled, licking his lips in between his sentences. "After all, who always makes it to the door first when you get here? If your boyfriend was as quick as you claim, don't you think he'd home by now?"

"We got time y/n. You don't gotta worry about him right now."

Speechless, not knowing how to respond, Eren took control, sliding his hand across your upper leg. "You have a girlfriend" you mumbled, stumbling over your words. Your heart began pounding as he massaged your thighs, letting his thumb gently move against your sweet spot.

"And you have a boyfriend. Yet you still haven't told me to stop, pretty."

All it took was you pushing his hand away. A simple stop was all it took for him to leave you alone. But even though the situation you were trying so hard to avoid had such a simple solution, you struggled to use that solution to put an end to it.

You bit your lip and instinctively squeezed your thighs together as Eren began rubbing between your legs. Closing your eyes, you considered all the possibilities of how this could end. What if Armin comes home? What if this becomes a regular thing? There was no way of knowing what was gonna happen, but what you did know is that even now,

You're in too deep.

So you opened your eyes and looked at Eren. Him and his nice, shiny, lips sat temptingly, trying to corrupt you once again. But this time, he succeeded. You gave in.

You closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his. Who knew something born from lust, secrecy, and temptation could make you feel so free? It was new, something refreshing compared to your committed relationship with Armin.

The kiss you two shared was intense and passionate, making your heart flutter, and in that moment, you were consumed by your lapse in judgment, losing yourself in that raw feeling you hadn't felt in a long time.

"C'mere" he growled, clawing at your skirt, eagerly trying to take it off. He pressed small kisses against your neck, discarding your clothes and tossing them to the floor. He gripped your legs, prying them open, revealing how drenched you were. "Fuck" he mumbled, sliding your panties to the side, and rubbing this fingers against your wetness.

You bucked your hips, squirming as Eren teased your slit. “You look pretty needy for someone with a boyfriend. He not treating you right or some?” he teased. His fingers slipped into your cunt, pumping in and out at a tender, sensual pace. You swallowed your moans, not knowing whether to grab Eren’s hair or dig your nails into your boyfriend’s pricey couch.

Letting his fingers curl, and pound against your g-spot, he watched as your body swallowed his middle finger and his index finger. You purred and whimpered, as his pace quickened, and became merciless. Your skin grew hot and your knees buckled as you let the abundance of moans you’d been holding back roll off your tongue. “Please~” you begged, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your cunt clenched down on his fingers, before releasing all of your cum onto his hand. He placed his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all of your essence, before removing the hand he’d been using to holding your panties to the side and moving it towards his waistline.

After taking off his pants, you could tell from the size of his bulge that you had your work cut out for you. He pulled down his boxers and your predictions were quickly confirmed when you noticed the good 8" he’d been hiding.

After pulling your panties all the way off and throwing them onto the coffee table, he slapped his length against your cunt, sliding it between your folds, letting the tip gently graze against your swollen clit. Your body jerked as you were still sensitive from him stimulating you before. Eren chuckled at your reaction and muttered a smug “You ready?”, causing you to bite your lip and nod.

“Nuh uh. You got a pretty voice. Use it”

"Ready~" you whined, still trembling and catching your breath. Just then, Eren shoved his cock deep into your cunt, filling you up, becoming buried in your warmth. You flinched, reaching your hand out, pressing it against his stomach as a silent way of begging for mercy. "Fuck, Eren- I-" Before you could even finish talking, Eren grabbed your wrist pinning it down beside you.

He thrusted his body at a rhythmic pace, starting off with slow pumps so you could adjust to his size. His cock buried itself in your body, every inch massaging your walls, slowing letting you conform to his shape. "You got it~" Eren whispered, as you melted under his body, tears forming in your eyes as you moaned from the pressure of your g-spot getting pounded repeatedly.

Your moans where like music to Eren, only adding fuel to the fire. His thrusts became frenzied and hungry, only causing your moans to turn into wails. Your hand was still pinned down, but even so, you attempted to move it on impulse.

"What? Can't take dick? Armin don't fuck you this good?" he taunted, only digging himself deeper and deeper into you. Whether it was because you felt guilty or because Eren was fucking you dumb, you didn't reply. The sound of your bodies colliding together over and over was the only thing filling the room, aside from Eren's grunts and your cries of pleasure.

Your walls clenched down on his cock and your muscles began to tense up. "Gonna- gonna cum~" rolled off your tongue before you could even process that you were reaching your climax. "Hold on, pretty girl. Almost-" Eren hissed. Despite your warning, Eren continued slamming his length against your sweet spot.

It felt like your head was spinning. Your eyes squeezed shut and your body started to shake uncontrollably, as you felt yourself releasing onto Eren's throbbing dick. Not soon after, you heard Eren cursing under his breath. "Shit- Fuck-"

He pulled out with such a quickness, that you winced in pain. You felt empty without him inside you. Your body pulsated, trying to adjust itself back to it's normal size after being stretched out. Right then, Eren gave himself a few pumps, before releasing himself over your stomach.

You two panted together, both trying to catch your breath after making a mess of each other. However, before either of you could say anything or you could recieve any sort of after care, you heard a car roll into the gravel driveway.

Your body jolted upwards and you muttered a fearful "Shit-", as Eren, who was still acting careless, took his fingers and scraped his essence off your stomach. Taking his other hand, he pulled down your jaw to open your mouth, pressing his cum covered fingers onto your tongue while advising you to put your clothes on.

After swallowing any evidence of Eren that was on your on body, you went straight for your skirt, too anxious you wouldn't have any time to get completely dressed. Keys jingled in the door. You looked over at Eren to see he had just finished zipping up his pants, and was now sitting down, reaching for the TV remote to press play. You were panicked. Afraid. You didn't know what to do. But it didn't matter how you were feeling. In the next second, the door swung open.

"Armin! Hi!" you said, trying not to stumble or walk with a limp as you rushed over. There your blonde boyfriend stood, a few pizzas in his hand, with that same innocent smile he always had on his face.

"Hey, y/n! Sorry, I took so long. The line at check was wayyy to long to buy one thing and I still had to cook. I didn't wanna keep you waiting especially if you were hungry-"

He continued to ramble on about not wanting to waste your time and just wanting to spend time with you, before he noticed Eren standing up from the couch. "Eren! Good thing I got enough for all three of us. I didn't know if you'd be home" he said, chuckling and walking over to the island in the kitchen to put down the food.

All three of you ate together. Eren talked to Armin like you assume he usually does. He was calm and even made a few jokes. Your mind raced with so many thoughts. "He's acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just-"

"You good, y/n?" Eren asked, bringing you back to the present moment. "Yea, you've been pretty quiet. Are you okay?" Armin added on, making your stomach turn with guilt. "I'm fine. I think I'm gonna head to bed though" you replied quietly, almost whispering, getting up from your seat and heading over to Armin's room.

You laid down, replaying what you did in your head over and over, until Armin eventually joined you in bed. You guys talked a little, and you attempted to make the conversation normal. You could tell it was still somewhat awkward but eventually both of you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night, and snuck out of bed since you had to use the restroom. After relieving yourself and washing your hands, you opened the door to return back to the room. However, as you were about to step out, you noticed something on the floor in front of you.

There on the floor were the panties that Eren had practically ripped of you earlier that evening, but that wasn't all. There was a note?

After picking it up and reading it, that was the moment you knew-

You fucked up.

No matter how bad you felt about Armin, you knew that Eren had you wrapped around his finger now. And tight.

You balled up the piece of paper and ended up flushing it, not wanting to risk the possibility of your boyfriend finding it in the trash. If Armin were to find out, your admiration of Eren's beauty would be enough for him to call it quits, but now that you were psychically cheating? There'd be no chance of you guys ever speaking again if he knew.

But even though you were so anxious, so worried about your boyfriend catching you, you made sure your steps were light as you crept over to Eren's room after reading "round two?" on the note he left at the door.

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