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LOVER'S QUARREL

- fushiguro megumi x reader

“i can't do this anymore.” you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.

genre: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)

note: dear god i’m finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events i’ve seen around my friend’s relationship sooo it might hurt a bit 🤏🏻 but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!

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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.

And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumi’s sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.

But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldn’t help but do a double-take.

You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.

You never realized it before… that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.

So how dare he spout this now?

“I can't do this anymore.”

"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"

"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."

This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.

You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"

"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."

Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.

Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.

"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really want—"

Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's better—"

"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunches—everything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"

In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.

And yet...

"...I'm sorry."

Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.

And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."

As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.

Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."

You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful manner—which, indeed, was your intention—and then you ran.

Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.

Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.

"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.

"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."

"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"

"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."

"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."

. . .

"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.

Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. “This is for the best.”

Yuji’s eyebrows visibly creased. “How is this ‘for the best’? She’s miserable, and you…” he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, “it doesn’t seem you’re faring any better too.”

“The longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.” Megumi glanced at the bathroom’s direction. “She can deserve better.”

He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldn’t fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.

Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, but…

How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?

Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.

With Hakari.

“Yo, what are you glaring at?” Panda asked, but Megumi didn’t pay him any mind.

An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have fun—all in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.

Three weeks. It’s only been three weeks since then.

“Megumi?”

Wait… Aren’t three weeks too fast to get over your ex?

“Megumi!”

“Huh?” he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. “Oh, what is it?”

He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."

But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.

"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but you—"

"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.

From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.

...huh?

Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?

What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.

Suddenly these memories popped up one by one—

Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.

How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.

But on harder days after missions gone wrong, he’d ignore you altogether— the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.

“Haaaah.” Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadn’t it occurred to him before now?

Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?

They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.

What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?

You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!

You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...

"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.

You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."

This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memories—okay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?

Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.

"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.

Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."

You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.

Stay close, he said... So he is worried...

And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.

You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"

"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"You two seem close."

Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?

Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"

In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.

You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?

"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.

Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.

But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"

Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.

For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.

Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.

And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"

"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"

He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.

You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"

"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.

"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.

"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What abo—"

Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcised—

At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.

He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere and—

Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.

You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffled—the frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.

Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feet—falling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.

And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.

"You stupid—!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake up—hells—"

You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself first—and now facing the consequences.

It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.

"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."

Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your blood—and how lifeless you felt in his grasp—but he willed it away.

"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.

"Don't leave me."

It was like a distant, hazy memory.

Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.

The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.

You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in a hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, as nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.

Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.

Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.

Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...

You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."

When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.

"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minor—it's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."

You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.

“Why did you do that?” he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.

He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.

"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.

However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."

...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?

"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."

"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'm—"

"If it's because I saved you, Megumi—"

“Do not even think, even for a moment, that I won’t be concerned over you.” His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. “Never. I always, always want you to be safe.”

Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.

"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be here—" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "—for you?"

You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within you—stemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.

You dumbly uttered, "But we are—"

"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.

He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."

And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, and—damn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."

Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."

And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.

“I'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,” he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. “And I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.”

A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.

But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."

And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.

"Maybe I am, yeah."

"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."

"Yeah..."

But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.

On one sunny day...

"Hey, are you alone?"

Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.

"No. Can I help you?"

The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cute—"

The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind when—

Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongue—that accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.

"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."

Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.

"Megumi!"

Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside him—

He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.

"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"

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toji gets embarrased - the man WHIMPERED bc the riding was gewdd so reader kinda teases him for it, how dare she right? so now he has to make her pAY bc he aint no bitch

silk sheets n sticky cum - toji can´t control himself when he sees you in a nightgown so he uses you as a cum dump,,, in a very romantic way flsjdflkssldfjlsdfh, breeding kink

toji x overstimulation - fINALLY he got what he deserved, reader got him WHIMPERING, body shaking eyes rolling to the back of his head and everythangggg, I'm here for it.

take it lil princess - toji got me fucked up, straight up size kink like FRRRR he wants to break, bend and basically snap you in half (i´ll let him tbh), daddy kink, he got a big dicc as aLWAYS, the degRADING DIRTY TALKKK???? yes. he talks and talks and tALKS. there´s a lot going on yall

mine - toji mixed with monster!porn,,, nothing else to say- HE´S A WEREWOLfff, mean asf, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, it´s nasty

jealous daddy - slice of life, dilf!toji, megumi is a baby, toji and megumi create a plan to keep you away from megumi´s kindergarden teacher lmaooo, its so cute

nyphomaniac - smut, nypho!reader, dom!toji, THERE´S A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF GOING ON HEREE, just read it omg

family man - fluff, soft dad!toji, baby megumi, husband!toji, he´s a softie for his son and his wife ;(

unprecedented reveal - smut, fluff, mma!toji, journalist!reader, lowkey angst, "photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend" wELL dssdfh that´ll do it

will always be yours - smut, fluff, so basically toji only does rough sex, doggy style being his fav, but when it comes to you he prefers the loving-face to face-intense eye contanct type of sex (more like love making) bc being with you makes him feel ten different emotions at once :) DÑFLJSLDFJ

unspoken memories - fluff, lowkey angst, dad!toji, baby!megumi, married life, my heart is so full after reading this, it´s so domestic, so adorable, such a happy read

make a mess on his face - smut, toji is a messy pussy eater, that´s it, that´s the tweet

geto

gimme, gimme more - rich!geto x stripper!reader, lots of plot and build up, he is misteriousssss and fucking filthy and so cuTE??????? wtf, the wating game is real, he knows how to play his cards very well, LAWDD HAVE MERCY i would have folded too

gripping the headboard with one hand - smut, “what a slut.” hELP

protective hubby - teacher!suguru, pregnant wife oc, it´s cutee

focus - suggestive, flirty!geto, tutor!geto, “you’re doing so good for me… keep going.” I HATE ITTTTTTTT, i would fold like a mf lawn chair bitch OOF

dress shopping - very suggestive, WHY IS HE SO SMOOTH WITH IT ALL THE TIME??? got me blushing and sweating and shit

phoque - crack, teacher!suguru, twin girls dad!suguru, he accidentally curses in front of his daughters and now he´s gotta make up some bullshit story to save his ass, SLFHSLDKJHSLDH this is funny

choso

picture perfect - smut, photographer choso, he´s lowkey a perv, jacks off to oc´s pictures

suckig souls - smut, succubus oc, somnophilia, sub! choso, lil dacryphilia, love love love love it

meanie - smut, mean!choso, “Why you actin’ like some dick-starved whore? I fucked you good this morning" THE WAY I SCREAMEDDDDDDDD “Is that what you needed, princess? Some good dick?" STOOOOOOOOOPPPP

your pleasure - smut, squirting, choso discovers the magic of eating pussy :))))) aND he´s a fucking natural too like ???? gTFO

it´s too much - smut, dom!reader, inexperienced!choso and sub!chose fics are like crack to me, i´m obsessed, this is so detailed, he is eager to please sdlfjls and wants to try it all at once

fingers in his hair - smut, chose loves having his hair pulled when he´s eating pussy,,,,,,,CALL A MF AMBULANCE a bitch just died

cherry blossoms - smut, virgin!choso, phone sex, it´s his first orgasm yall, not yuji talking about a "sloppy toppy" LSJFHLSJDFHLFDH he´s so outta pocket

sukuna

itadori

vivid fantasies - smut, sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem sakfhkshfksfd poor yuji

poly / multiple versions

gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - smut

you slap their ass - reaction. gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji, megumi, itadori, yuta

too much for them to handle - toji and gojo version. it´s a LOT going here as well. gojo is a whole swiTCH. toji is a bully in the sheets so you know he´s all abou that degrading teasing dirty talk, we love it

slut him out - gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk

how jjk men like it - smut, the gojo and toji one,,, i HATe it hereee

bimbo bunny - smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD

birthday boy - smut, birthday sex, dacryphilia, i just KNOWWWW this is geto

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applepidotcom · 1 year

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i really really truly with everything I have from the bottom of my heart regret not putting on my retainers after I got my braces off :/ what a fucking L

#i feel SO bad that my dumb ass past self decided to not follow that routine #because it hurt and I was too lazy at times #fuck fuck fuck I’m beating myself up over it SOOO much #I know I shouldn’t force my retainers on my teeth #but I’m going to bc I’m stubborn and want to punish myself #and am trying desperately to hang onto any hope of fixing my teeth up again wit the retainers #one of my biggest regretsjskdjdkkf #part of the reason #BIG reason why I didn’t like wearing my retainers back when I first got my braces off #was because I honestly didn’t like the way my teeth looked after #i think my orthodontist could’ve done a better job #and I just. was still insecure and unhappy with the end result #even THOUGHHHH in comparison to the state of my teeth beforehand #it was a good job!!!!!!#idk #my front teeth ended up slightly tilted? if that makes sense #and one was slightly longer??? than the other #and other lil things #that just made me feel uncomfy wit my smile and teeth #even after everything #so I chose to not wear my retainers for a while #but then days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months #and months to year #et voila #a total shitshow #I not only hate my teeth & smile again #but I am hating myself for doing something so stupid #because now it’s as if I never even got my teeth aligned :$

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chososdiscordkitten · 5 months

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Choso's First time♡

MDNI

pairing: Choso x afab!reader

Content : no use of y/n or descriptions of how reader looks, established relationship, reader talks about their first time, male self pleasure, sooo many kisses, reader sends choso a porn twt acc, guided masturbation, corruption if you squint, reader isnt a virgin, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Choso is a munch confirmed, multiple orgasms (f & m), readers perfume mentioned like once

Word count: 7.92k

ao3 link here

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Your relationship with Choso had been going smoothly, an innocent love bloomed between you two. Till the thought of innocence was completely pushed to the back of your heads.

Choso recently felt himself yearning for more. Every time he kissed you it felt like coming home. Small pecks on your lips as he wondered what was missing.

After every gentle peck Choso gave you, he would pull away, and lean in to give you another. Always wanting to kiss you longer. Wondering what came after.

Wanting to ask you but too anxious he would make you uncomfortable. The mere thought sent chills down his spine and caused his cheeks to turn pink.

In all honesty, this was a thought in your head long before it was in Choso’s. Dirty thoughts clouded your mind whenever he would roll up the sleeves on his button up, when he would undo the top two buttons on his shirts.

When he would compare his big hands to yours, tantalizing thick fingers that gave you goosebumps. Persuading your own mind into popping one of them into your mouth, just to see what he would do.

When he would reach the top shelf of the cupboards and his t-shirts would ride up, giving you a peek at his happy trail. At times you thought he did it on purpose, but the sweet smile on his face when he looked at you, always made you feel like a man in the medieval times seeing a woman's ankles for the first time.

Months of agonizing celibacy was eating away at you, not even being able to take care of it on your own since Choso was always near. You always had the question in the back of your mind, if he knew what sex was. If he had thought about it.

If he looked at you with the same lust filled eyes you looked at him with. But you knew it had to be slow, Choso’s first relationship had to be something where he controlled the pace. But god, if he asked?

Without hesitation, you'd say “Yes.”

On one late evening, a few minutes before bed, he leaned in to kiss you. Eyes blinking shut as his hand held your cheek. Pressing his plush lips to yours.

Except this time he didn't pull away, only pushing himself closer to you as his eyebrows furrowed. You took the hint and tilted your head, making the kiss more inviting to him. Choso opened his mouth slightly, almost begging you for more.

Taking this as an invitation, you licked his bottom lip for permission, feeling his free hand snake to your back as you held onto his shoulder. Choso groaned lightly, feeling you open your mouth against him.

Sucking at his bottom lip as he tried to copy your movements. You moved your head the other direction, his nose brushing past yours as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Exploring it in its entirety as he let out soft whines, making you feel a familiar ache form in between your thighs.

His body shifting to be above you, his forearm holding him up as the other roamed down to the hem of your shirt. Your hands on his neck and in his hair as he inhaled sharply. He'd much rather not breathe than break the kiss and be away from you.

Choso felt the appendage between his legs jump. It didn't seem like a surprise to him, seeing his face go unchanged when you opened your eyes half way after feeling it against your leg.

To Choso, the appendage between his legs was no more than a tool to go to the restroom. But every now and then, when you'd nuzzle your cheek against his hand it would jump in excitement.

The first time it happened, he took it as a ‘normal human thing’ but he noticed it would only happen with you. When he would see that you texted him. And everytime you kissed his cheek in adoration. He knew people would use that part of their bodies to procreate, but

Choso didn't think he could use it to procreate. If so, would it even work? He spent very little time worrying about it, but now? Choso thought about why he feels like this. Especially now.

Your hand roamed from his hair down his back, lifting up the bottom of his shirt and wasting no time in making contact with his bare hip. Inching up his back as your nails grazed him lightly.

Choso’s tongue in your mouth as you gasped for air, feeling his waist buck up softly as he felt your fingertips. The pads of your fingers grazing the goosebumps that formed at your touch. Completely lost in the moment, your hand almost reached down to his sweats.

Before remembering what was really happening. “Wait-” you murmured, slowly pulling away from Choso. He pulled away, not even an inch between you two.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice was pained and whiny as a line of saliva was drawn between your lips. The look on his face alone made you want to forget your inhibitions.

Thoughts of saying ‘keep going’ flooded your mind. Choso’s puffy lips and red cheeks made this all too difficult for you. “We-” you started, shifting away from him, clearing your throat, “We can't do this.” you finished, sitting up and looking over at his face that was full of self consciousness.

“Why? You don't want to?” Choso asked, his lip pouting as he looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows in self doubt.

“No- I do. You have no idea how much I do.” you laughed, seeing his face light up at your words. “But we can't.” you continued.

“You don't want to- with me?” he asked, pain in his voice as he looked down at his hands.

“Yes, of course I do. But it's your first time-” you uttered, “I want you to be 100% sure you want to do that with me.” You voiced, Choso’s mouth already opening in defense.

“I only want to do it with you.” eyebrows puckered as he pleaded.

“Do you know what it is?” you asked, looking at his expression soften when he thought about it.

“Is it not to have children?” Choso asked, making your face turn red with embarrassment. He knew that it wasn't just to have kids. But he couldn't help himself, he wanted to hear you explain it to him.

“T-technically yes.” you stuttered. For you to stutter was rare, hardly becoming flustered when it came to serious conversations. “But people don't just have- sex, to have children.” you pronounced.

That was the first time the word 'sex' was spoken in a conversation with him, “What else could it be for?” he asked, feigning innocence looking at your lips in hunger as he sat up.

“People have sex for plenty of reasons-” you started, leaning back onto the wall as you looked at Choso. “For money, in moments of hate and anger, for power...For love.” you declared, “Sex isn't just to have children.” you laughed, thinking of how sweet it was that he thought he was ready for the responsibility of a child.

His eyes looked off, heavy in thought as you waited for him to say something. “And my first time is important- because?” Choso asked, wanting to hear you say more things that made you flustered.

“It's a first that you will never forget. A first word, the first steps as a child, the first kiss. All those things can be forgotten. But the first time you have sex?” you stated, eyebrows furrowing. “That stays with you forever.” you say, exhaling and looking up to the ceiling.

“Have you...had sex?” he asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes as he waited for your reply.

A chill ran down your spine just thinking back to your first time. “I have.” you murmured, your face grimacing at the thought. Knowing how some men find that an unredeemable quality in their partner.

Choso’s eyebrow lifted, “With who?” he asked, his voice more quiet and pained.

“With the boy that took me to junior prom.” you stated, “I was just a kid. Didn't even last longer than 5 minutes.” you declared, exhaling in anguish as you looked over at him.

“Just once?”

“Twice with him, I think. And just one other guy before I met you.” you stated, you knew you had to be honest with him, I mean who could lie to that face?

“So two people?” Choso asked, slumping down to the pillows you shared.

“Yes. That's why I'm telling you that the first time you have sex is so important.” you exhaled. “If I could, I would take those three times back and save them.” You said, turning to your side to look at him.

“Why?” his eyes looking up at you as he laid his head onto the pillows.

“So I could have my first time with you too.” You confessed, pushing stray hairs away from his face as his eyes looked up at you. You reached for his hand, as he raised his up. Opening his palm as you pressed your own to it. Slowly intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Think about it. Think about if you want me to be your first. About how you feel about me.” you stated, shifting your body to lie down next to him. Choso exhaled, almost like he was in pain.

"God-” he exhaled. “I feel everything for you.” he finished, fluttering his eyes closed as he drifted to sleep.

Your mind was so full that night, ‘what if he decided that he didn't want me?’ you thought. Even if you did the right thing, it still hurt to think if he didn’t want to do that with you.

The next few nights were torture, making it a habit of making out with eachother before bed. Always having to stop it from going any further, all you wanted in the world was to grant Choso his wish. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

One evening it went as far as him groping your chest above your t-shirt, your fingers hooked onto his waistband before you stopped. Breathless and left wanting more, looking at you with only lust in his eyes and a wet spot forming on his sweats.

You nibbled on your lip with anticipation. Blurting out if he had ever touched himself, curious on whether or not he had been able to relieve himself. Nervous eyes looked everywhere in his bedroom, trying not to look into Choso’s eyes.

“Touch myself?” he asked, pulling the blankets over his lap as he tried to hide what was forming in his sweats.

“Relieved yourself?” You asked again, his puzzled face not changing as he gulped down his nerves.

“I don’t think so?” he answered, his hand resting above the blanket as he combed the hair out of his face with his other. You exhaled, not wanting to just leave him pent up and in pain.

“Look it up on your phone.” You smiled, knowing that the internet will give him clearer answers than you'd give. His hand reached for his cell phone, curious eyes scanned the screen as he looked up what ‘touching yourself’ was.

“N-no. I haven't.” he stuttered, cheeks flush with nerves as he felt the tent in his sweats twitch.

“Try it. I'm sure you'll feel alot better after.” you smiled, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. He was going to decline, not feeling any need or want to do that unless you showed him how.

But you sat up and got off the bed. He asked you to wait. “Do you have to leave?” he whined, reaching his hand out to you as his face churned in anguish.

“I can't be here when you do that.” you stated, small smile while you shivered at the mere thought of watching him while he jacked off. You smiled, leaning over the bed and kissing him again.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” You assured him, slipping your sandals on and leaving the room. Leaving him a blushy mess in his bed.

Once in your room, you exhaled. Jumping into your bed trying to fight off the urge to touch yourself. Finding yourself on twitter, bad intentions forming in your mind as you scrolled.

In the heat of the moment you gathered the bravery to send him a link to a porn account on twitter that mainly showed people giving handjobs. In hopes he would take that as a guide.

Choso felt his throbbing cock jump by just looking at your name pop up on his phone. He opened the link and his mouth cracked opened in shock thinking about you watching this stuff.

He sat up, back against the wall as he scrolled through the videos that were on the account. While watching the videos Choso felt nothing, he saw what was being done but he didn't feel any different by watching them.

He found a video of a faceless hand stroking a faceless cock. Slow and agonizing as clear liquid dripped out the tip. Choso shoved his pants down, wincing at the cold air hitting his throbbing head.

He looked over at his phone, reaching for his cock and trying to copy the movements. Touching his sensitive tip as he spread the leaky fluid down his shaft. Looking back to the video to see the movements, groaning in frustration.

Not being able to focus on what he was doing from the loud over exaggerated moans coming from his phone. Pressing the power button and tossing it to the foot of the bed.

Choso brought his hand back to his cock. Hesitating to touch it when he pictured the video, instead of the hand in the video he pictured yours. Reaching for the shaft and stroking slowly up as he let out a muffled cry, letting go of his cock and pulling up his shirt above his body, tossing it aside. Not hesitating in touching his cock again.

Choso's head fell back as he kept stroking himself, closing his eyes and pretending it was your hand. He whined, feeling the sharp sensation on his tip when he squeezed past it.

Slow like how the video showed him, head fuzzy with thoughts of your hands, of your lips, of your eyelashes. He kept picturing you in the same position he was in now.

In your bed, thinking about him while pleasuring yourself. He felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach as his hips bucked up into his own hand.

He cried out, the feeling being unbearable as his hand sped up. His mouth was hung open as tears stung the corners of his eyes. He whined as his hips thrusted up uncontrollably.

Whispers of your name fell from his lips as he kept his eyes closed. Feeling himself come undone as his hips bucked up once more. A loud cry from his mouth as his hand didn't stop pumping his cock.

Heavy breathing as he came down from the high that left his body twitching. He looked down, seeing his mess. Ropes of white fluid on his grey sweats and his hand slick with what came out of him.

Choso grimaced, scooching to the edge of the bed and standing up. His body wobbled as he tried to stand, closing his eyes as he tried to regain his balance. He stepped forward, closing his eyes and opening them in a hazy manner.

Walking into his bathroom and starting a shower. Taking his pants off and stepping in. feeling the warm water coat his body.

After that, Choso was a changed man. He had seen the light and there was no going back. He felt like he was late to this part of his life.

So every night, after making sure you were asleep, he would go to the bathroom and start a shower. Slowly stroking himself to thoughts of you. He had explored the world of porn, not for his own enjoyment but he wanted to know what to do when the day came where you finally let him make love to you.

Seeing porn as a form of studying. He had seen overproduced videos of people with no passion in their eyes. It was clear that there wasn't any love between them. Knowing that if you'd let him, it would be so much different than what the videos showed.

After countless nights of torturous self pleasure, he had settled on what he liked, what scenario he pictured you in when it came down to it.

Picturing you on your knees before him, and your soft hand stroking his cock. He thought of how he would devour you, so much so that he could drown. Choso wanted you to show him how to please you. He wanted to know what you liked.

To share with you what he had learned about himself, but he knew that it wasn't just typical conversation to be brought up whenever he wanted. Choso knew those conversations were reserved a few minutes before bed.

And you? You wanted to ask so badly how it went. Mouth watering by just the thought of it.

On this particular evening, the routine of heavy makeout sessions with heavy groping became too much for him. Your scent in the air as he inhaled deeply.

Aways preferring to sleep in your bedroom cause it smelled like you. Cock throbbing as he thrusted up into the blanket that dared separate you from him.

“I thought-” he started, kissing your mouth as spit made strings between your lips and his when he pulled away. “Of you-” he continued between kisses, “When I-” sloppy kisses and roaming hands were all part of what made you slowly unravel in his hands. “Touched myself.” he finished, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your temple. “I came thinking about you.” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid down your side.

You felt the familiar ache in your pants throb at his sweet words. Feeling Choso’s hand slip past the bottom of your shirt and slide up your torso, sending chills down your spine as he whispers again.

“Do you cum thinking of me?” hand reaching your chest and holding your ribs as his thumb curled beneath your breast. His lips brushed your ear when he spoke.

Filthy whispers as your hands held onto his bicep for dear life, in hopes you'd find the strength to be able to stop. “Yes-” you let out breathlessly, “I think of you.” you confessed, ears red with embarrassment as you felt wet kisses down your neck, your core clenching around nothing as you felt him kiss your jawline.

“What did you think about?” you breathed, feeling his lips press against your collar bones. Choso looked up at you, pupils in the shape of hearts as he closed them to kiss you.

“I thought of your hands,-” He murmured as his hand pressed against yours, feeling how soft they were against his. “Of your lips-” he professed. “Of your eyelashes.” a warm kiss against your temple as the hand that held yours pinned it to the bed. “I pictured your hand instead of mine.” He whispered into your ear as your legs spread in order to invite him.

His body shifted his weight from his forearm to settling in between your legs. You inhaled sharply through your teeth feeling the bulge against your neglected core. “I only think of you.” he vowed, closing his eyes and kissing your lips again.

“Show me.” you pulled away, looking into his eyes. Your voice now clear as the thoughts of not letting this go too far were long gone.

Choso looked into your eyes, lips parted and breathless as he felt the now familiar feeling in his stomach develop. His nose crinkled at hearing your mouth say these dirty things.

“Show me how you touched yourself.” you demanded, mouth open as your breath hitched at the thought. He looked at your lips, plump and begging for him to keep going.

His lip quivered. Chills down his spine at the thought. You pressed your lips to his, eyes half lidded as you slid your hand down his forearm. Making your way to the top of his sweatpants. “Pleasee?” you pouted, fingers slipping past the band and slowly dragging down his hip.

And who was Choso to deny you that one thing?

He pulled away, turning to his side of the bed and sitting up. He gulped, seeing you make yourself comfortable to watch him, on your belly with your chin resting your hands.

Choso looked down at the obvious wet spot in his pants. He pulled his large white t-shirt up and held the hem in his teeth, in hopes that he wouldn't moan too loudly in front of you.

His trembling hand reached down to his sweats, pulling down the band just enough to free himself from the cotton prison, hissing at the cold air that hit his leaking tip.

He looked over at you to see if you approved, only to see you staring at his cock with wide eyes and mouth cracked open. You looked up at him with a sweet smile, your mouth already watering at the sight before you.

That's all he needed to see before lifting his hand up from the bed, and grasping his cock. His thumb collected the fluid that leaked from his angry tip as he slowly stroked down his shaft.

The only description of his cock was beautiful. 9 inches tall, pale shaft and a darkening pink tip. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together in hopes to relieve the ache between them.

You watched his hand move in the way that made you conclude he knew what he liked. Muffled moans escaping his teeth as he looked over at you, hoping that it was everything you wanted to see.

This time it felt different, more exposed. More dirty than the other times he had done this.

He felt your gaze on his cock as he stroked it slowly. Whines escaping his mouth as you slowly inched closer to his cock. He almost came when he felt your hand on his clothed knee, only letting out a frustrated groan as you looked at his hand struggling to keep the slow pace.

You sat up, now on your knees, staring at his leaking cock. A sinister smile appeared onto your face, lifting your hand and placing it above Choso’s struggling one. He gasped as you looked into his eyes.

You smiled at him as you guided his hand to stroke faster, Choso slowly pulled his hand away, leaving only yours on his cock as he stared deep into your eyes.

His cock so thick that you couldn't touch your thumb to your middle finger. He let out a loud whine when you circled your palm on his tip. Letting the hem of his t-shirt fall into his mess.

Placing a gentle kiss to his quivering lips. “I’m going to-” Choso whined as you stroked his cock faster. His hips bucking up as ropes of cum shot out of him, leaving his cock twitching in your hand. He kissed you, open mouthed and heavily breathing as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm course through his body.

In your hand, his cock still at attention for you as you smiled into the kiss. Choso pushed your upper half down so you could lay on your back, slipping his sweats off as he watched you shake off your pants.

He wasted no time in connecting to your lips again as he settled his bottom half between your thighs. His greedy hands groping at anything he could find.

One under your t-shirt kneading your breast and the other lifting the band of your panties. “Can I?” he murmured into the kiss as you felt his fingers hover above the agonizing ache that you had neglected for so long.

“Mhmm-” you purred, feeling his fingers press against your core. Not pushing them in just yet, only circling at your entrance for permission.

The back of his hand being coated in the mess you had made in your panties. His thumb found the bundle of nerves that made you gasp. Feeling his eager hand roam around your most sensitive spots.

He moaned as he felt your hand tug at his hair, and the other under his t-shirt clawing at his back as he pushed one of his long fingers into your core.

Slow and gentle as he was, this was killing you. Feeling like he was purposely teasing you as you moaned into the kiss. “Teach me what you like.” Choso mumbled, pulling away from your lips as he looked at your flushed face.

You leaned over to his ear, only whispering one word. “Faster.” groaning at the contact against his ear. Slipping another finger into you with no hesitation as his thumb made quick work of your clit, your juices dripping to his palm as he felt your breath hitch against his lips.

Cock throbbing anytime it brushed against your thigh, he unspooled you bit by bit. A loud moan fell from your lips as he hit the sweet spot his fingers were so desperately looking for.

“R-right there.” you managed to get out as you felt him pump his fingers inside you. Choso abused the spot that made your back arch as you muttered “I'm gonna cum-” into the kiss.

A loud whine left your lips as his thumb made one last circle on your clit, feeling his smile against your lips. Choso thought that one orgasm wasn’t enough. Placing one last kiss on the side of your opened mouth before moving down your torso, lifting up half of your t-shirt as he placed kisses in between your breasts.

Slipping your soaked panties down with his fingers, gentle kisses on your thighs as he made his way to your core. Eye to eye with your throbbing cunt, looking up at you with his mouth agape. You were dripping, Choso felt his cock leak at the mere sight of you.

“May I?” he asked, always so polite. Flustered and almost whining as he waited for your reply.

“Yes.” you exhaled, your hands finding their way to the sides of his head as his tongue licked a long stripe from your cunt up to your clit. Tongue flat against you as you squirmed.

His hands sliding down your sides and holding your plush thighs open, Choso whined, feeling you arch your back as he sucked your clit. His cock rubbing against the bed sheets. The vibrations fell from his tongue onto your clit as it swirled around you.

Still sensitive from the first orgasm, a second one wasn't late to follow. Barely needing any stimulation for you to cum again.

Choso’s mouth was stuck on the upper part of your cunt, his tongue doing what seemed like magic tricks as you pulled on his hair. His hips thrusted up causing friction against his cock and the now wet bedsheets, a string of moans with his name falling from your lips as you felt him take your orgasm.

You tried to squirm from grasp, his mouth didn't stop sucking on the abused bud. Thighs pinned to the side of his face as he felt you fight his grip, “Just one more-” he begged, the vibrations only making you squirm.

You muttered a pained, “Okay.” and he didn't stop, this time more sloppy, not caring if your juices mixed with his spit leaked down his chin.

He devoured you like he hadn't eaten a decent meal in years.

Choso’s hips now bucking up relentlessly as he tried to chase the high that he yearned for. You felt his grip on your thighs tighten, knowing that he would leave light bruises on them.

He moaned against you as he pulled another orgasm out of you, feeling his whines against your cunt like it was his way of giving you a cruel punishment.

It wasn't till he moaned loudly against you that he stopped. Pressing one final kiss on your clit before pulling away. Holding his head in your hands you felt him shiver, looking down at him as he sluggishly lifted his body.

Letting you see the mess he left on the sheets. Choso came by just eating you out. And still, he was hard. Cock twitching as he sat up, looking at you breathlessly as he waited for you to do something, his eyes following your hands go to the hem of your shirt before pulling it off.

His mouth watering at the sight. Feeling the absence of his warmth, you reached your hands to his face. Pulling him close for a gentle kiss, his body leaning forward and now inbetween your legs. Feeling your bare breasts against his chest made his cock twitch. His hips trying their best to not press his cock against your cunt.

He placed sloppy kisses on your cheek, as you inched your lips closer to his ear, “Put it inside.” you urged, feeling his hand slip from the side of your thigh down to hold the base of his cock. He leaned his head back, looking down at your cunt and his cock centimeters apart. His eyebrows turning upwards as he tried his best not to burrow his cock inside of you.

Choso held onto the base of his cock as he pressed his head to your core. Gasping at the warmth and slick that had pooled. He looked back up to your eyes. His hand guiding his crying cock to slip up and down your cunt.

Gasps leaving your mouth as you felt his tip brush past your clit. You looked into his eyes, and down to his lips. Leaning in again to kiss him. Choso took this as an invitation to slowly push his fat tip into your core. He gasped into your mouth, breaking the kiss as you felt tears prick your eyes.

He whined as half lidded eyes stared into yours. Eyebrows knitted as he tried to push further. Feeling resistance from your cunt that tried its best to let him in.

A loud cry fell from your lips as he managed to push a little more into you. He placed his hand next to your hip to brace himself. All the instincts in his head telling him to shove himself all the way into you.

“S’too big-” you murmured, your lips brushing against his as he whined at your words. His body pressed tightly against yours as he hissed feeling your cunt stretch around him as he pushed himself into you.

He muttered a quiet ‘I know’ to console you, tears now falling from your eyes. He gave you his entire being, inch by inch till he felt like there was no more room to fit himself in. He gasped feeling you clench around him. Giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips before looking down and seeing that he hasn't put his cock fully into you.

Groaning at the sight of his cock almost disappearing. He looked back to you, moaning as fat tears fell from your cheeks, he leaned down to kiss them away. Salty liquid falling onto his lips.

He slowly pulled his cock out, mouth open in a gasp as he felt your walls clench around him, trying to keep him inside. Whining as he pulled himself out, keeping his tip inside of you as your hands clawed at his biceps in hopes to relieve the sting.

His thick fingers inside of you earlier made no difference in regards to the pain. Choso’s hips halted, feeling his tip inside of you as he looked into your eyes. Slowly sliding himself into you again.

This time the sting of him stretching you was not as evident as it was before. Now feeling the tip of his angry cock brush against the spot his fingers had abused before.

Eyes half lidded as Choso’s lips brushed against yours, wanting to kiss him but knowing you'd break it to breathe. Eyes fixed on yours as he slowly slid his cock into you. Moans and whines falling from his mouth as you tried to keep your eyes open.

He pulled one hand up from your thigh and shoved the hair in your face away, holding your neck and looking into your eyes lovingly. His hips not faltering in the slow pace he tried so desperatly to keep. Making sure not to hurt you.

Soon your whines of pain turned into a string of moans as Choso’s cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your hand made its way to the base of his neck, holding it firm as he kissed your cheek, as agonizing as this was to Choso, he didn't want to move any faster till he knew you were ready.

He pulled away from your face, “Can I go faster?” he whined, desperate as your cunt clenched around him by hearing him speak.

“Please.” you breathed, kissing him again as his hips stuttered against you. His thrusts now firmer and quicker. Whining as he felt how slick your cunt was.

Eyes full of love and adoration as he looked into yours, muttering dozens of ‘I love you’ s as he kissed you. Choso’s hips thrusting into you rough with sweat dripping down his temple.

The room was spinning, filthy sounds filled the room. Stretching you out everytime he pushed himself in. His two hands now held your face as he propped himself up with his wobbling knees.

Holding your face still as he pressed wet gentle kisses onto your lips. Murmuring sweet words in between them, telling you how beautiful you looked. How well you were taking him. How warm your cunt was.

Words that made your orgasm pool in your womb as you felt Choso’s cock thrusting into you faster. His orgasm had been on the brink since he pushed his cock into you. But he held out, wanting to cum with you.

“I’m gonna cum-” you moaned, a quiet whine from his trembling lips as he felt himself come undone. Fast thrusts soon stuttered against your thighs. One final rough thrust into you as he coated your insides. Loud whines as he started coming down from his orgasm.

Pulling out slowly and pushing himself inside again, slow thrusts as his cock softened inside of you. His knees no longer able to hold him up, he collapsed. Cock still inside as his forehead rested against your neck.

Choso’s face nuzzled into you as his back rose with each heavy inhale he took. Your eyes hazy as you looked up at the ceiling, feeling him press sloppy kisses to your neck, “Thank you.” he whispered before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. Lifting his head up to look at you, your hands going to hold his cheeks.

Hazy eyes looking at you- “Did I do good?” he slurred, his face flush with a certain glow that you had longed to see.

Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, “You did so good.” you whispered. Placing another sloppy kiss to his plush lips, “You were perfect.” you praised, seeing a half lidded smile come from Choso in response to your compliments.

He rested his head on your chest, his ear listening to your quickening heartbeat start to slow down. Your hand went to hold his face, the other on his back rubbing circles on it. Still feeling light twitches rumble through his body as his hand rested on your ribs.

Laying there for a while. Both of you trying to catch your breath. “I'm thirsty.” You chirped, your voice low as Choso’s eyes looked up at you, pained as he knew that he would eventually have to pull himself out of you.

“I'll go get you something.” he said, not moving his body an inch. Feeling your chest rise as you let out a laugh. Seeing him not move, if anything nuzzling your bare chest even more.

“Let me up at least-” you smiled, your hand moving from his face to his shoulder in an attempt to move him.

“Do I have to?” He whined, lifting his head and looking at your eyes. You smiled, leaning down to press a warm kiss onto his lips. Hearing him whine when you pulled away. He exhaled, groaning as he lifted himself from your chest, propping himself on his forearms as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

His softened cock jumped as he felt the cold air hit him, causing him to hiss at the sensation. He rolled to his side of the bed, one arm behind his head as he looked over at you sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched you as you stood up, seeing your bare back face him.

Tired eyes roaming your back, down to your plush thighs that glistened in the dim lighting. Your legs struggled to take a first step, feeling a stinging in your thighs as you limped in the first few steps.

You walked to the door that held your robe, rolling your shoulders back, wrapping it around you. Turning around to see Choso’s half lidded eyes. A small smile on his face as he watched you. At that moment he looked like a Greek sculpture, hair messy and his forehead still damp.

Bare body as he stretched himself out onto your bed. In your mind you liked to think that he was purposefully trying to look scrumptious.

But knowing him? He wasn't trying. He's just naturally that way. Messy sheets surrounded him as you smiled, “Take the sheets off the bed.” you laughed, turning around and opening the door to walk to the kitchen.

Choso smiled, sitting up and gathering the soiled sheets on your bed and tossing them to the floor. Keeping the pillows on the bare mattress as he found a folded sheet on top of a basket of your folded laundry. He held it up to his nose, inhaling the smell of your detergent and a hint of your perfume.

Smiling against it before he unfolded it. Sitting back down to where you left him. Tossing a corner of the thin sheet above his lower half. Sitting against the wall as he waited for you to come back. You walked in, two glass cups full of ice water in hand. He smiled seeing you offer him a glass.

Placing yours onto the night stand and slipping your robe off. When you took it off, his eyes never left your face. Not even bothering to look down at your body. You took a sip of the cold water before crawling back to him. Pulling the sheet above you as you rested your head against his chest, stretching an arm across his stomach.

Feeling Choso set down his cup on the nightstand next to him. His strong arms wrapped around you as he felt your chest press against his torso.

“Thank you.” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.

His thumb rubbed circles on your arm, “For what?” Choso smiled, voice low and husky.

“For making me feel like this was my first time.” You confessed, lifting your head to look up at him. He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I'm glad it was you.” he murmured, pulling away from you as he held your back. Pressing you closer to him. You smiled, laying your head back onto his chest.

“Me too.”

“I can’t believe that's what I was missin' out on.” he laughed.

“It's not like I was keeping it from you-” you defended playfully. “Not once did it ever feel like the way it feels like with you.” You continued, your fingers tracing his abs as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” he asked, fishing for praise.

“None of them ever went down on me.” You confessed, looking up at him with a giddy smile on your face. “Always needing to get themselves off first. Didn't even make me come.” You joked as he laughed.

“No way-” he answered, disbelief in his voice as he couldn't fathom the thought.

“I’m serious-” you laughed, “Oh but you-” you swooned, your hand going up to his face.

“Always so sweet to me.” you whispered as your fingers traced his jawline. Choso’s cheeks went pink as he heard your compliments.

“I think I lost count of how many times I came.” you swooned, looking into his eyes. His hand went up to the side of your face, a bright grin on his lips as he held it still. Leaning in close.

“If I could go down on you for the rest of my life. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He whispered before placing a kiss onto your lips. He pulled away, placing another small peck to them and pulling back.

“Promise me that from now on, you'll only ever have sex with me.” He asked, his eyes looking down to your hand that laid flat against his chest.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes full of love. “I promise.” you whispered, seeing his eyes look back at you.

Choso felt his cock twitch, slowly rising as he looked into your eyes. Feeling the sheet that covered your body lift, you looked down to his lower half. Seeing the sheet rise just by looking at you and hearing your promise. You looked up at him again, mouth open in shock with a smile forming on his face.

“You wanna go again?” he asked sweetly, grin on his face as you stared at him like he was a soldier coming home.

“Jesus christ- is there anything you're not good at?” you exclaimed, sitting up and kissing his cheek. Your hands cupping his face in disbelief. He felt his chest swell with pride hearing you praise him. You kissed his lips once more, closing your eyes as his hands roamed your body.

Even now, you heavily regretted depriving yourself of the prize that Choso was. The perfect man, always so polite and gentle. And always. Always eager to please.

damn that was a lot😦 ik its late but I wanted to post this before I went to bed. as always thank u for reading :> I am simply a vessel for the lord😄 he puts disgusting thoughts in my head and I write about them, nah jp (p.s. if ur curious of what two acc im referencing its FinishHimRIP on twt lollll)

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casiia · 5 months

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༉‧₊˚. — KEEGAN p. russ; just a massage.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, female reader, prone-bone, speed bump, female anatomy, slightly unedited.

.: masterlist.

keegan who has your stomach pressed into the mattress, his thick thighs straddling the back of yours. his calloused hands are slipping under your shirt and you have to remind him that it’s just a massage.

he claims he knows, and says that your clothes are getting in the way. so you let him remove your shirt, his thumbs putting pressure on the spots that you complained about.

and when you moan into the sheets, he pushes down on you harder. arching your back into the bed and pressing his aching groin against your ass.

keegan keeps one hand on your back, keeping you still while his other one yanks down your pants.

you’re whining and squirming under him, knowing where this is going. you voice that you’re tired and too sore for this, to which he just coos and teases his index finger into your tight hole.

he’s mumbling into your ear — “i’ll take care of you.” “i’ll make the pain go away.” and he sounds so genuine, so needy. he’s slipping another finger into you, a cocky smirk on his face. you were so wet for him and he starts to think it’s because of the way his hands squeezed you, traveling down your skin and groping you lower down your back than you intended for.

your thighs squeeze together, and you have a pillow covering your face, muffling the moans that uncontrollably spill from your lips as your orgasm approaches. keegan only shakes his head at this, pulling his fingers out and holding you down.

you’re whining again, pleading for him to do something. he squeezed your hips apologetically, although his voice feigns any sign of sympathy. “you know the rules, bad girls don’t get to cum.”

and you feel tears run down your cheeks, exhaustion and an uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach. you beg for him to help you, make you feel good so you can go to sleep.

how can he not listen to your pleas, he can’t just leave his girl in pain. so he’s leaning over to press kisses to your shoulders, his hands massaging at your lower back. you’re crying under him, the pain from your muscles almost too much to bear.

but suddenly his hard cock is slapping against your folds, smearing your juices in between your thighs. his fat tip nudges your clit and you gasp, your hips pushing back into him.

he allows you to do so, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. keegan’s mumbling almost incoherently about how he’ll take so much care of you, make you forget about the pain, and fuck you so good you’ll fall asleep.

you hope that he keeps to his word, the feeling of his girthy cock slipping into your tight cunt makes you forget all about the pain that ran through your body. he doesn’t stop until he’s pushed all the way inside of you, the only thing you can focus on is the way your walls stretch to accommodate his size.

his chest is pressed against your back and you can hear his shaky breath, his kisses the top of your head, saying that it’s gonna be okay, and you’re gonna feel so good. he can’t help himself when you’re begging for it again, needing him and his touch.

so he’s thrusting into you at a pace that is no longer as sweet as his words or kisses. his head dropping into the crook of your neck, he’s pushing himself so deep inside of you that your brain goes all fuzzy. the only thing on your mind is keegan and how he’s stuffing you full.

AN: quick lil drabble cuz i hurt my back sooo bad yesterday and i've been thinking about this. someone lmk if this is ooc for keegan, i was kinda nervous to post this!!

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benevolentslut · 2 years

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#if i just left this friend group. ghosted them all. what would happen #would my life improve #would they look for me #on the one hand i know that the friends i have outside that group are infinitely healthier relationships #and i don't have to question every little thing i do around them (i still do it but i don't have to)#but on the other hand. i've been in this friend group for nearly over a decade #known some of them even longer than that. and they have been supportive when they've wanted to be #and. even though my friends outside the group are way healthier for me to hang out with. there's only 2 of them total.#one of them is my ex and the other lives in a different state #i suppose i could reach out to the group that split off from this one a few years ago but im well aware im part of the reason they left #so i have no idea if they'd even forgive me #not to mention. at least 3 of them were subtly transphobic #sooo yeah. metaphorically i can either chop off an infected arm #be healthier with just one and maybe even get a transplant or smth #or. i chop off the infected arm and then i bleed out. or something. i don't know where this analogy's going anymore #im just so tired of feeling like i'm walking through a minefield just to keep these guys friends #i hate that i fucking fell in love with the worst of them too #and i hate that if i don't have someone else to give affection to then i end up circling back to her #and of course that's not the other person's problem to deal with! and if they don't want it from me that's fine #i just hate that that's what happens in myself #i can't believe this is the same person i was gushing about barely a month ago #that rose-tinted glasses thing is so fucking true #i so hope whoever i'm with next is better. someone who actually cares about me and not just about. what they see as my issues #and trying to force me to grow past them in a really fucking toxic way #like encouraging growth is good! obviously! but.#if it gets to a point where i feel like a fucking failure for performing even slightly below their standards #i think it becomes a problem

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like-a-diamondinthesky · 8 months

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the pepper thing | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... domestic fluff, established relationship, minho loves kisses so so so much

it's a routine, it's a tradition, it's a lifestyle. it's the pepper thing.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... this is inspired by a little something that @astraystayyh and i rambled about 🫠 i hope you enjoy it because i have not stopped thinking about this since it came into my mind!!! also thank you so much for 400 followers! almost halfway to 1k i'm mindblown tbh!

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Lee Minho is a morning person. He loves waking up early, making breakfast, playing with his sleepy cats, and watching movies. But most importantly, he loves kissing you awake.

Whenever the sunlight makes its way through the curtains and pries his eyelids open, Minho is more than happy to be greeted by your sleeping figure. It's the greatest way to start his day. He still remembers the first time you woke up next to each other—the day your little tradition began.

It was the morning after Minho had finally moved into your apartment. You had fallen asleep in your now shared bed, his arms embracing your body and pulling you to his chest. When he woke up, he had moved further away from you, not so much that you were no longer cuddling, but just enough so that he could see your face. The side of your face was buried into the pillow, squishing your lips into a slight pucker. Your hair was sticking out in multiple directions and your shirt was twisted. He thought it was the cutest sight in the world. Lord, he's whipped.

He watched your sleeping figure with so much love in his gaze, mapping out your entire face to store in his memory forever. As his eyes trailed over your every feature, they halted at your mouth, taking extra time to admire the curve of your cupid's bow.

Slowly, Minho found himself leaning in, pressing a kiss as light as air onto your soft lips. 'More,' he thought, 'I need more.' He moved his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, then to your jaw, smothering your entire face in featherlight kisses.

"Baby, what are you doing?" you asked in a soft, sleepy voice. Minho had been pressing kisses to your collarbones at that point, but upon hearing your voice, he stopped and buried his face in your neck. Embarrassed, he mumbled, "Nothing..."

You giggled as he hid away and you teased him more. "Oh, you're just sooo in love with me aren't you?" Minho groaned. "You just have to kiss me 24/7, huh? You love me so much you can't keep your lips off me."

"Shut up, shut uppp," he whined into your neck, making you laugh even more.

"How about you make me?" You pulled him away from your neck, staring into his eyes as if challenging him to do something. He took you up on that challenge, crashing his lips into yours, shutting you up like you asked.

Ever since then, Minho has woken you up by peppering kisses all over you every morning with no fail. Sometimes, when you call him out on it, he'll just ignore you and continue kissing your body, too busy to do anything else.

It was a gloomy morning. In contrast to the bright, shining light that usually woke Minho up, the light pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window forced him out of his slumber. He opened his eyes to your back facing him. Your oversized shirt, which was originally his, was hanging off your shoulder, presenting him with a new opportunity. He pressed his lips to your bare shoulder, slowly trailing up to the back of your neck.

"Mmm, that tickles, baby," you whispered as he kissed the sensitive spot on your nape, but he wasn't paying attention to you, too preoccupied to process the words coming out of your mouth. Only after he was done pressing kisses to your backside did he greet you a good morning, but could you blame him? He just loves giving you kisses!

Every single day, Minho wakes up before you and peppers your face with several kisses like his life depends on it. At this point, it's become a necessity in your daily routine.

One morning, you miraculously woke up before your boyfriend. His hair was disheveled and his lips were parted ever so slightly. As he lay on his side, facing towards you, you couldn't help but notice his eyes. His long, pretty eyelashes were so perfectly scattered among his closed eyelids. You leaned in, your warm breath gently blowing against his lashes. You softly kissed under his eye, your lips tenderly brushing his face. Slowly, you peppered more kisses around his face, starting around his eyelids, then moving to his nose, then to the corner of his mouth. As you were about to connect your lips with his own, Minho opened his eyes, making contact with yours.

"Honey?" Your mouths were mere centimeters apart. "This is usually my job." You closed the gap and kissed him. Minho sighed sleepily into the kiss and you could feel a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Pulling away, you returned his smile. "I thought I'd mix things up," you kissed him again. "Why, do you not like it?"

Minho laughed a bit as you continued kissing around his face. "No, I don't like it," he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I love it, and I love you."

This became your little tradition. Every morning, whoever woke up first would pepper kisses all over the other, starting the day with giddy smiles fixed on your faces. Even if you had fought the night before, it was all forgotten the moment you felt Minho's lips on your forehead, or the moment he felt your lips on his cheek.

Today, however, Minho woke up to your side of the bed empty. He furrowed his brows, disappointed at the unusual absence of the featherlight kisses all over his face. He dragged himself out of your shared bedroom, plodded around the apartment to look for you, and let himself fall back on the couch when he couldn't find you.

After about a half-hour, the front door opened and you entered your home, holding grocery bags in both hands. You set them down on the kitchen counter, peeking into the living room to see Minho watching something on the TV.

"Hi baby, did you sleep well?" You shouted from the kitchen, putting away the groceries. No response.

"Babe? Are you okay?" Nothing.

You walked over to where your boyfriend was sitting. His eyes were glued to the TV, not even sparing you a glance.

"Lee Minho," you said in a half-joking, half-serious voice, "did I do something wrong?"

Finally, he looked at you, lips contracting to a pout. He mumbled something so softly, you couldn't understand what he said. You sat next to him, taking one of his hands in your own. "Could you repeat that, baby? I can't hear you."

Pouting even harder, he repeated louder for you. "You didn't do the pepper thing."

You shot him a confused look, making him roll his eyes playfully. "The pepper my face with kisses thing! I woke up and you were gone, and you didn't give me any kisses at all."

You laughed incredulously. "Seriously, that's all you're sulking about?"

Unimpressed, Minho pulled his hand away from yours and crossed his arms. "It's a very serious matter, actually. You broke our morning tradition! You betrayed me!"

"I'm sorry for leaving without honoring our tradition," you smiled as he continued to pout at you, "but I went out to buy some ingredients so I could make breakfast for you. And, I even bought more of the new pudding you really like."

Though his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite snack, a pout was still plastered on his face. "Okay, then. But you still have to make it up to me."

"Yeah? And how do you propose I do that?"

Minho looked you dead in the eye. "Do the pepper thing."

Still giggling, you placed your hands on either side of Minho's face, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his lips from a pout to a pucker. You kissed his forehead, then under each of his eyelids, then on the tip of his nose. "Feel better now?"

Shaking his head, Minho replied, "Not quite yet." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He pulled you by your waist, bringing you to his lap. You combed your fingers through his hair, tugging it slightly to tilt his head and deepen the kiss. When he pulled away from you, Minho had a lovesick expression written all over his face. "Now I feel better than ever."

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#・₊✧ written in the stars #lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee minho #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids minho #stray kids lee know #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #lee know fluff #skz

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astrow1zar6 · 4 months

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Astro Notes- 017

Cancer moon mothers tend to lack boundaries with them. Their mother can be very smothering at times and almost try to “baby” them constantly. Mother could prevent the child from becoming fully independent. Although they are usually extremely close to their mother I notice they always have this codependent relationship with their moms that can be unhealthy at times . Could’ve took these people longer to leave home than most (unless they have Aries or cap placements)

Jupiter in 4th house individuals probably grew up traveling a lot. These people also tend to be very loved by their families (family favorite).

Having a lot of 8th house synastry is when you are the planet person is SOOO painful if the attraction isn’t mutual. This will have the planet person acting in ways they never thought they’d act. I’ve seen this lead to stalking, using love spells on the other or being extremely possessive. (ESPECIALLY if it’s a moon or mars in the 8th). However if it’s mutual it can be one of the most beautiful deepest relationships. These people will usually stay together for a really long time & be able to express the sides to them they let no one see.

Pisces rising’s shoe game is on point. They always are wearing really nice unique shoes.

Having a moon square ascendant can give a very similar effect to having a Capricorn rising. You normally don’t wear your emotions on your sleeves. They are very uncomfortable showing vulnerability

People with Scorpio & Aquarius placements in their big three when underdeveloped can be big energy vampires. They tend to play hot and cold a lot when they are unsure of their feelings. One day they can be so loving and engaging the next you will be completely iced out.

Scorpio Venus’s are usually very secretive about the people they slept with or kissed.

I seen a lot of women with Mars in the 1st house that prefer boy clothes or baggier clothes because they feel like they have a masculine physique.

Having no earth in your big three can mean it’s difficult for you to ground yourself & you’re more likely to have less control of your emotions and overall stability. (Ex: might be harder to keep the same job without changing, or constantly moving)

Virgo Venus’s can be really dull in relationships. I’m sorry to all my Virgo Venus’s but you guys need to let loose more and take risks. Your need to control the relationship and how you should act will stifle the bond over time. Their is no textbook for love let it flow naturally it will help your guys anxiety.

Scorpio suns are usually isolate themselves from their families at a certain point. They’re that one cousin that pops out every once in a blue moon that u know really nothing about. a lot don’t trust their family with their personal life. Most Scorpios are black sheep’s of their family.

Pisces mars are usually amazing dancers

Too much Venus influence in the chart can make someone a big pick me. They tend to change their personalities to make others like them and feel comfortable. Although this makes them popular and likable you can easily loose yourself in others thoughts and values you don’t develop a strong personality yourself. Self esteem if dependent on how others see you.

#astro observations #astrologist #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astroblr

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seungkw1 · 1 month

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distractions — ljh

[18+ mdni] wc: 1.6k

“jihoon-ah,” you call across the room.

you're met with silence from the man sat at his computer, the air filled instead with a loop of an infectiously catchy beat he’s currently tinkering with. you take pride in your boyfriend's talents - he’s an award-winning producer after all - but one downside to his genius is that he often gets completely absorbed in whatever he’s working on.

“jihoon-ahhhh,” you whine again, louder this time.

“i'm almost done, babe,” he responds, his back still to you.

you sit up on the couch. you don't know how long you'd been laying there at this point, but you can’t stand waiting any longer. you rise and make your way to his work station.

reaching over the back of the chair you wrap your arms around him, your hands tracing their way slowly down his torso as you lean into him, planting a stream of kisses on his neck. he lets out a low hum.

“just give me five more minutes, i promise.”

with an exaggerated sigh you stand back up, slowly dragging your hands up his body. normally, you behave yourself and don't bother him at all while he's still working, but today you’re simply too horny to not tease him.

“okayyyy,” you respond in a sing-songy voice, plopping back onto the couch. you pause, before coyly adding: “but… i don't know if i can make it five more minutes.”

jihoon glances back toward you, giving you a cute look - but the smirk on his face drops when he sees you caressing your tits over your shirt, your nipples visibly hardened. you're glad you decided to forgo a bra today.

“you're very distracting,” he informs you playfully before turning back to his computer.

you’re not giving up yet.

“guess i'll just have to play with myself then,” you say to the back of his head. you unfasten your jeans before slipping your hand beneath your underwear, wetness greeting your fingertips. you let out a soft moan.

“don't you dare,” jihoon replies cheekily. “wait for me babe.”

“if only you could feel how wet i am,” you taunt from across the room as you begin to lightly touch your clit. you let out another moan, louder this time, at the sensation.

“mmm… feels sooo good.”

he continues working, trying to ignore you, but you can tell you're starting to rile him up. you double down on your attack, groaning even more as you begin to trace small circles around your clit.

“fuck, i feel like i could cum already.”

the music stops.

jihoon turns around in his chair. the bulge that has formed in his sweatpants is glaringly obvious.

“i told you to wait,” he says, crossing his arms. his biceps look even more massive than usual.

you bite your lip as you smirk back at him. “i told you, i can't wait any longer.”

“fine then, go ahead.”

you're fully aware it's a trap. you already disobeyed him telling you to wait, and proceeding without him was only setting you up for punishment - you know he’s going to take it out on you. you feel yourself get even wetter at the thought of it.

you grab the waist of your jeans, sliding your pants and underwear off in one go. the coolness of the air hits your soaked cunt as you discard the clothing to the floor. your hand returns to your clit, while the other pulls your shirt up. you caress your bare tits as you resume circling your clit. jihoon watches you, his hand slowly stroking his cock through his pants. you begin to whimper as you feel the heat rise in your core. you squeeze your nipple as your pace quickens, your body beginning to squirm.

you lock eyes with your boyfriend as you reach your climax. “god, fuck- i’m cumming…” your words turn into cries of pleasure as your body tenses, then releases, your legs shaking as your orgasm takes over.

you’re practically seeing stars as you come down from your high, sinking into the couch. you slide your fingers into your thoroughly drenched pussy, feeling it pulsating as you slowly fuck yourself. you look up, making eye contact with jihoon again. the stoic expression on his face is gone, replaced with lust, as he continues touching himself over his pants. you giggle, taunting him further as you bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking your juices off.

he rises from his chair, walking toward you without breaking eye contact. you grin as he approaches the couch, reaching out toward his clothed cock - but he grabs you by the wrist, stopping you.

you look up at him with your best sad puppy dog eyes. he flashes you a mischievous grin.

“oh that's not gonna work on me, baby girl. not today.”

you reach for his bulge again with your other hand, but he catches that one too. you stare up at him innocently, trying to hide the smile creeping across your face, but failing. he leans his face into yours - close enough to feel his breath on your lips, but just out of reach so you can't kiss him. you of course try anyway, but he just lets out a haughty laugh.

“brat.”

suddenly he grabs you and flips you over, pushing you to your hands and knees on the couch cushions. he takes his shirt off, tossing it aside. you peer back at him, getting a glimpse of his muscular body you never tire of seeing. he pulls the elastic waistband of his sweats down, his hardened cock springing free. your mouth waters at the sight of it, longing to feel its size choking you as he slides into your throat. but he's not about to let you get what you want.

you cry out as he takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you up halfway. his other hand guides his cock to your pussy, sliding its length back and forth against your soaked folds. you whine at the sensation, begging for more. instead he pauses, his tip resting right against your entrance. you try to lower your cunt onto his cock, but he holds you in place, not letting you. the noises coming out of you are downright pathetic, but you need him inside you.

“look how desperate you are,” he coos at you, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“please,” you whimper.

“please what, baby?”

“please fuck me.”

his cock slides over your cunt again, brushing against your incredibly sensitive clit. he lets go of your hair - his arm wraps around your torso, squeezing your tits, pulling you close against him. he leans his head in, his lips hovering merely an inch from your ear.

“i'll give you what you want, love - but only if you promise to behave.”

his low, gravelly voice makes your cunt start throbbing all over again.

“i will,” you plead. “i'll behave i promise.”

you cry out as he finally slips his cock inside you - you usually need a minute to adjust to its thickness, but you're so wet right now that it slides all the way in with ease. he groans as you take his entire length, resting his cock in you for a moment before starting to fuck you. he thrusts into you slowly, every motion of his hips making you feel overwhelmingly full, hitting your g-spot with ease. he reaches his hand down to your clit, touching you delicately - but the sensation is overwhelming. jihoon fucks you even harder, groaning into your ear as he holds you against him tightly. you feel the heat rising in you once again - at this point you can’t even think straight, all you can do is scream your boyfriend’s name as you cum on his cock. your walls tighten around him - his breathing growing heavier as he too nears his high.

“fuck, such a good girl for me - gonna cum in your pretty little pussy.”

you’re beyond forming words at this point, but your cries of pleasure send him over the edge. you feel his cock pulsating inside you as he releases, both of you moaning as his warm ropes of cum fill you up. his grip on you tightens as he clings to you, his cock twitching in your cunt as he finishes. he holds you against him as he rests his cock in you, breathing deeply together as you each slowly regain your composure. after several moments of him kissing your neck, your shoulder - anywhere he could reach - he slowly slides his cock out of you, cum dripping from your pussy. he flips you back around, gently laying you onto the couch cushions as he lay on top of you - making out with you as you stroke his messy hair.

“you're banned from my studio,” he says between kisses. you laugh.

“sorry for distracting you,” you tell him.

“no you're not.”

you pause, pretending to think for a moment. “mm yeah, you're right. i'm not,” you tease.

“not my fault though,” you continue. “if you didn't fuck me so good every time i acted up i wouldn't do it so much.”

“shit,” jihoon says as he laughs under his breath. you feel his cock twitch against your core. “you got me there.”

“you wanna finish up your work now?” you ask, hoping he’ll decline the offer.

“no, not really,” he replies immediately. his hand slides to your inner thigh, shifting your leg to expose your cunt. you moan as he slides his cock back into you. you whine with each motion of his hips as he starts fucking you. “i'd much rather watch you cum again.”

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marwhoa · 8 months

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request: You write the turtles boys so well! I literally can't stop smiling when I read your fics - they're so sweet and endearing. I was wondering, only if it strikes your interest of course, if you'd consider writing about the boys being jealous of each other when the reader spends time with them one on one? Like, maybe a slot for Leo where he thinks reader finds Donnie funnier? Or one for mikey, where he thinks that reader likes how big raph is? Or for raph, where he thinks reader is more enamored with Leo? Or Donnie, where he worries that Mikey is flirting with reader? Of course they're all misunderstandings, and maybe it could end all fluffy with confessions and comforting their respective boy? If not, don't worry, but if so, thank you! 1 look forward to whatever you put out next.

🝮 “ green with envy ”

rise!boys x y/n

author’s note: screaming profusely !!! eeeee !!! So hey yeah here’s a fic, this took a while because it sat in my notes for days before I finally posted it, my bad. This was kinda hard cause I’m not experienced in the realm of jealousy—hopefully y’all like it? ᗡ: also does envy even fit this scenario? Lmao I just be naming these fics any thing, can y’all tell?

word count: 6.1k

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Leo never expected he could ever become… jealous, not him—no, no, NEVER him. He had too much pride, too much confidence. There should have never been any room for doubt in his ability to keep you focused and adoring on him, and him alone.

But, perhaps he had given himself too much credit? Or, maybe he had given his twin too little credit.

It wasn’t as though you were his. Just friends, and technically that meant you belonged to the whole family, not just him. But, no one could blame him for coveting you. From how starry-eyed you looked at him to how genuinely you laughed at his jokes, Leo found out too late that he had been falling for you, and here he was still falling. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed, or how your face lit up during Mikey’s dinner times, even down to the wheezing laugh you would give into if he pushed his jokes on too long, all of it spelled out lovely disaster for his heart.

But, fear not, he thought. He was the face man and the funniest turtle, surely there was no competition? No one could be better than him at getting you to make the faces you did.

Or well, it should’ve been no one. He wasn’t even all that funny, but Donnie managed to get you to keel over to some stuff he said—and he didn’t even intend for them to be jokes! A natural comic, can you believe the nerve of this guy?

So, yeah, Leo never expected himself to be jealous, and especially never towards his own brother, but god the way you were showing that tickled-silly expression to Donnie, wiping tears as he confusedly asked what was so funny? It had him gripping the arm of their couch, digging his nails into them. He wasn’t going to take this any longer! Sure Donnie meant no harm and would never try to swoop in and steal the prize he had his eye on, but Leo couldn’t help but still be… aggravated.

The pent-up annoyance was dispelled by the red-slider leaping over the couch, sassily walking over and snaking his arm across your waist.

“ Yeah, whatever, Donnie is sooo funny, but hey, Y/N, let me show you something better! ”

Never mind the fact that he had nothing planned as he twirled his katana in his other hand, slicing the air until a blue portal shimmered into existence. You glanced back and waved good bye to Donnie, fully intrigued by whatever it was Leo wanted to show you.

“ Oh—okay! What is it? ”

“ Who am I to ruin a surprise? ”

He cocked a brow at your question, tugging you through the portal and stepping out into the courtyard of the Witch’s city. While amazed, you wondered just what this had to do with anything—but, of course that was a comment you would keep to yourself until having fully exhausted the excitement of exploring not just any random town, but rather a town of witches!

“ Oh, Leo, finally! I’ve been begging you to bring me here for weeks! ”

Before he could even say anything, you were quickly rushing up to the nearest shop and sparking up conversation. Such a busy bee, but it was just another aspect of you he was captivated by. However, with such an impromptu visit to a rather overwhelming area, he found chances to spark conversation and get you to laugh to be stretched few and far between.

“ Oh wow, this store really doesn’t leave mushroom for walk-through, huh? ”

He gestured to a potions-ingredients shop, which, you guessed it, specialized in all things fungal-based. His shoulders drooped as you continued ahead, not even hearing him. That joke was gold! Huffing, Leo caught up with you and laced his fingers around your wrist, effortlessly stopping you in your tracks.

“ Mm? Leo? ”

You stared up at him with such a look of focus, all your attention finally fully on him, and he had to fight his legs not to reduce to jelly instantly. Instead, he took a deep breath, cocked his head, and insisted you follow him.

Down weaving alleys, through crowds of people, eventually you reached a park unlike any seen on the surface. The paths were lined with thick, luscious plants cultivated through the town’s magic. Foliage swayed with no wind, as though dancing like silk fabric to whatever music only they heard.

Your attention only left the plants when you heard Leo start clearing his throat and then flashing you a look that you recognized all too well. A grin was already tugging at your lips, and Leo finally felt like he was the only one in your world again. His hands held onto his belt and he kicked out his legs, faking as though he were tipping a hat. It seemed like some western cowboy impersonation?

“ What in carnation? ”

There you went, first with a light and short laugh.

“ Well I do say, I took a leaf of faith bringing you here,”

Which then melded into a series, topped with a “ Wait, Leo, hush—please! ”, all stuttered and peppered through your increasing laughter.

“—but, beleaf it or not—“

He wasn’t even able to finish the entire spiel before you were holding onto him, laughing with such a melodious voice. Which, of course, devolved into your trademark wheeze n’snort after dragging on too long.

“ Pwffhaaha!! Leo, wha-what’s with you today? ”

You wiped away a tear, and suddenly Leo was finally brought back to reality. Your hand on his forearm lingered, and he was just completely beside himself with how the glowing willows beside the garden softened your face ever-so-perfectly.

“ Y/N… ”

His voice was so uncharacteristically soft that it had you a tad bit spooked, hand gripping a teensy tighter. Your head cocked slightly in confusion.

“ I.. Ugh, okay, it’s—it’s dumb! But—“

He dragged his hands down his face, groaning exhaustedly.

“ I thought, maybe, you might’ve… Liked Donnie, more than me. ”

“ Huh? Why would you think that, I love all of you guys? ”

“ Yeah, but I love you, and—“

The shock painted on your face had him holding his breath. Alarms went off in his head, telling him he maybe should have held his tongue, not jumped ahead so quickly. The two of you searched each other’s eyes in silence, you recovering from what he said, and him preparing himself for what you would say. Soon enough, your face twisted into a confusion tinged with a bit of playfulness.

“ Wait a second.. You’re jealous, aren’t you? Of Donnie? What for? ”

“ What? What do you mean what for? You, you’ve been laughing at everything he said all day, don’t you think he’s funnier? Don’t you like him more?! ”

If it weren’t his dumb puns and act earlier, it was this that would do you in.

“ Leo, you dummy! Sure I was laughing, but that doesn’t mean I like him more than you, I just, well… ”

It was your turn to be a bit bashful as your eyes looked everywhere except him.

“ I, well.. You’re my favorite, Leo, not Donnie.. ”

As you batted your eyes at him, hoping he would connect the dots thoroughly, your answer was given in the form of his beaming expression as he swept you into his arms, spinning.

“ Ah-hah! So you do like me—and I’m the funnier turtle!? ”

“ Oh no, I shouldn’t have said anything, now you’re too powerful! ”

Playfully you cried, leaning back with your hand dramatically draped across your forehead. Leo chuckled at your antics leaning in to lay his head against your stomach as he tightened his hold firmly.

This was definitely something he would rub in his brother’s face later on—and said brother would be profusely confused by what brought it on???

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Mikey was the last turtle you ever considered could suffer from the classic ailment of “ jealousy ”, and you couldn’t help but feel both ashamed yet intrigued.

While you weren’t too sure what it was that had got him so riled up, you were observant enough to see the way his eyes lit up with a startling emotion. At first it was impossible to pinpoint, just a glimpse of something indiscernible yet startling that crept into his blue hues at the oddest of times.

The first time you had seen that frightful emotion peek its head was during a date. The two of you had decided to hit a bar late at night, him donning a cloaking brooch, of course.

When you arrived, the loud music was entrancing, luring you both onto the dance floor to get lost in each other’s arms. The music coiled around you both, closing the gap to a suffocatingly tight end, as if either of you couldn’t stand any sort of distance apart. The floor vibrated, from both the booming speakers and the music reverberating the whole building alongside the dancing bodies around you both.

Mikey beamed with the brightest smile, and you just knew he was laughing, albeit drowned out from the ambiance. You were both having the time of your lives. Absorbed into a bubble fit for only the two of you, eyes locked on each other, neither party was ready for the stranger’s hands that snaked around your waist, pulling you in without any mind paid to you already having a devoted dance partner.

Chills set in and you turned to Mikey instantly, locking eyes, but the look in his eyes was enough to have your voice hitch in your throat.

That night ended with you both getting kicked out after Mikey wailed on the guy, but after a while, you both laughed and talked all about the fight on the way home.

The next time you saw that look was when you were hanging out with Leo while waiting for Mikey to return back from patrol. He had invited you over, and you planned to do it after wrapping up a few things, so he figured he could finish a patrol and be ready for you when you got done.

Unfortunately for him, you happened to finish your escapade much too early, and thus were at the lair awaiting his return. Leo happened to pass by, so you roped him into a conversation to bide the time. When Mikey did eventually come home, he stepped in to see you nearly keeled over in laughter.

You had been laughing so hard that when you noticed Mikey, you gave a weak wave and continued dying. He was curious what the joke was, but Leo simply shook his head and left, his own laugh dwindling down the hall. Once you recovered and were on your feet, you caught that same scary emotion swirling in his eyes. He tightened his lips and only softened when he turned to you.

More and more questions arose as you came to experience this look time and time again in all kinds of situations, but the one that finally made all the clicks pop into place was his outburst after you were with Raph.

He had been taking care of some villains on patrol with Mikey when you had ended up in the wrong place, wrong time. Their battle had turned to a violent one, with the villain bashed straight into a wall. Debris crumbled down right as you turned the corner, eyes shooting up to see parts of the building falling towards you. There was no time to move, so you just closed your eyes shut right and braced yourself.

But, no pain ever came, just a bit of dust. You opened your eyes, seeing a huge shadow casted over your body, and when you looked up?

It was Raph, who blocked the falling debris with his mighty shell.

“ Raph! “

You yelped, heart thundering in your chest, and Mikey misunderstood the shimmer in your eyes as Raph rose to full height, throwing the concrete off and away. He misinterpreted why you hugged him so tightly when he scooped you up, taking you away from the damage and ushering you to run the other way.

When you’re focusing on the wrong things, it’s easy to get the signs wrong, and boy had the ache in Mikey’s heart got everything so totally wrong. You liked Raph, didn’t you? Why else would you look at him like that? Did you like it when folks were bigger than you, unlike him who simply had an inch or two on you?

How could he be so stupid?

So, that’s how you ended up where you were now, seconds from entering your apartment when Mikey met you with a sour look on his face. You noticed that same glint in his eyes, still trying to piece together what it meant.

“ Why didn’t you tell me? ”

His voice wavered, and you responded with a hum of confusion. Inviting him in, he closed the door behind you both. His lips tugged down as he searched everywhere for the words to say. Finally, he found them and settled back on you as you were putting things down and unwinding.

“ With Raph! You like him, don’t you?! ”

“ Wha? ”

“ You—You! ”

He seemed frustrated, wracking his brain until finally he threw his hands out and shouted.

“ DO YOU LOVE RAPH MORE BECAUSE HE’S SO BIG?! ”

Silence blanketed you both as you processed his words. Finally, you placed a word on the emotion you always saw in his eyes. Struggling not to laugh at the absurdity, you snorted and shook your head.

“ Jealousy! That’s wh—wait, no, Mikey, no, I don’t ‘Love Raph cause he’s big’ ”

“ Then why do you like him more!? ”

“ Where is this coming from, Mikey, I don’t like Raph like that—I like you. ”

You stepped closer, and Mikey let you in. Your hands reached up, cupping his cheeks, and he leaned into them with such a desperation that you felt bad for finding this whole situation so silly.

“ Just, you always seem so happy when he’s around, and whenever he saves you instead, you always.. ”

His eyes were elsewhere as he spoke, almost as though he were seeing the absurdity in it all now with a clearer mind.

“ Ahh, mhmm, yup, alright so Mikey usually people are very happy when they’re saved from danger—and I mean, I probably look happy cause I’m friends with him too, but I’m dating you, silly. ”

You booped his snoot, smiling as his eyes lit up with the love you were accustomed to seeing them full of.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

If there was any one of the brothers full of insecurities, it would come as no surprise as the spotlight shone upon the red turtle, atop the winner’s pedestal. As someone who once led his brothers in the face of battle, who grew up with the elder sibling curse of forced parenthood, it came as no shock that there were a couple of problems sprinkled into his character.

While he had spent much of his life up to this point recovering and healing from what dared chip at his exterior, there was more than a few bits of stubborn grime that lingered on his surface. It ate away at him, leaving behind vulnerabilities.

Then you came along, and throughout the honeymoon period he experienced nothing but delights. Never had the negative Nancy in his brain perked up to talk her shit, misleading him in circles until he was a mess of unbundled, tangled up rope.

You were a light, something that seemed to power wash the grime away, cake over it with your delicate touch and sweet words. Much smaller than he, you were probably one of the kindest humans he met, someone he cherished more than life itself.

And that, in and of itself, was a vulnerability. You were his weakness, and the shrewd dark spots in his brain couldn’t wait for the rose-colored glass to shatter and let them sink their teeth into this beauteous opportunity.

The sensible part of him knew your kindness knew no ends, that it wasn’t limited or excluded to simply him or a select few. In fact, your sweet demeanor shared with his brothers? It was a breath of relief—it was an understatement to say he had been nervous to introduce you to the family. You were okay with him because he saved you, but his brothers and father weren’t present. They hadn’t been the heroes slamming down against concrete, scaring away the silverfish that preyed upon you one fateful night.

Turns out the trash-eaters had a hankering for good food, and you, all alone, on your way back home with a doggy-bag from Cleo’s Beach Shack, served to be the perfect target.

The night had been quiet, albeit suspiciously so, but your full tummy and weary limbs had their guard fully down. You daydreamed of the bed awaiting you at home, arms beckoning you forth with pillowy softness.

That delightful image was disturbed by the sudden rustling and clank you heard from behind. Turning, your eyes shooed away dreamland and were alert. An empty can rolled from a bush, tinking into someone’s trash can at the curb. Not a soul in sight, so surely it must have been one of New York’s infamous rats? Y’know, that creature that is practically extinct in this city, like there’s no way you would ever see them—definitely not at the metro nor the coffee shop, and surely never this residential street with primo rat hot-spots such as unsupervised trash cans full of food waste.

Yeah, of course, must have been a rat. You’re so paranoid, just hurry on home, nothing bad will happen. Nothing bad ever happens to pretty little guys like you, alone on dimly lit streets, lined with houses whose doors are locked to high hell.

Nothing bad, especially not like the cold metal that clamped firmly on your ankle. Never anything as worse as the chilling growl from whatever tripped you up, glaring with red eyes and flicking a long, sharp-looking tail.

“ Oh sh—“

Your voice feebly complained, raising into a scream to the heavens above as it lunged towards you.

Or well, towards your to-go bag, but who’s paying attention to the little things like that when your life is flashing before your eyes?

Thankfully, the end never came. There was the sound of a growling struggle after a tremor shook your shivering frame, and as you opened your eyes to peek at whatever held up your attacker, a silhouette towered over you. He casted a long shadow over you, which should have been intimidating as hell, but instead it left you feeling…

Safer?

In his hand laid two identical buggers, squirming and chomping with animalistic hunger. This had to have been worse than the rats, you’d take the rats any day, at least they weren’t massive.

… well okay, they are, but this is a whole ‘nother level.

The most shocking part was this giant hero taking a step back, assuming the position of a pitcher, and launching the creatures into the distance. There may have been a glint shining, and was that the cheer of an audience you were hearing? No, that was your imagination, obviously.

But you were not imagining this guy in front of you. Much too tall to be human, unless it was some basketball lead who somehow had balls of steel to save a stranger.

Every warning sign imaginable was washed away without a trace as your savior turned around and shot a shaky smile, warm as a summer sun.

“ S-Sorry about that, are ya okay? ”

He spoke with the timidness of someone a fourth his size, and you couldn’t help but be completely charmed to death.

From that day you would see him more and more, to the point that it felt as if maybe he had been appointed your personal body guard. Ah, but, you didn’t really mind, did you? You loved his company and his toothy grins. You adored his warm, gentle hugs, and it was too sweet how you could feel his hands tremble as they held yours ever so delicately.

So yeah, he worried to introduce you to his family, but the way you brightened up the room instantly had him starstruck. You’re perfect, that’s it. That’s the tweet.

The rosey glass shattered after a few lingering months of dating. His insecurities reared their heads, resting sharp grips on his shoulders as they whispered in his ears all kinds of falsities. You liked his brothers, but maybe you liked his brothers? Why else would you be so nice to them?

And, maybe that’s why you were smiling at Leo like that? Raph is right here, so why were you talking to his brother? He couldn’t even focus enough to heard you both holding the most mundane conversation ever about some shop that opened up over on Moore’s. He steeped in the tea of jealousy, filling his senses to the brim with worry.

The worst part about it was that if you liked Leo, he couldn’t even blame you. Leo was like water, while Raph was stone. Raph stood still, he could be bossy at times, while Leo was a spunky little river that would keep you on your toes. Leo was never boring, and he could keep a smile on your face for as long as the day lasted..

But he didn’t want any of that to be true. None of it.

The conversation was stopped by a meek voice asking for your time, attention shifting from Brother Blue to your beloved, clad in what became your favorite color in these past few months.

“ Y/N, can we talk? ”

Ignoring Leo’s nudge and teasing “ ooooooohs ”, you nodded with a smile, following Raph with a pep in your step.

“ Of course, dear. ”

That lead to the silence you currently shared—with him leaning against the wall of his room, gaze fixated on some smudges on the floor. That should be cleaned up, he thought, trying to not think of how you were sat on his bed, awaiting whatever it was he needed off his chest.

“ Raph? ”

You were the first to talk, already well acquainted with your love’s tiptoeing when it came to any sort of conversation that might be unsavory. You watched as he twisted his expression, tightening his lips—whatever it was, it was bothering him profusely, and you couldn’t help the pang gripping your heart..

“ Raph…? ”

Again, your voice seemed weaker this time. That was what gave him the drive to speak, he couldn’t handle leaving you in such a state, he needed to know if these worries of his were dumb!

“ Do you like Leo? ”

“ What. ”

Your response was so fast and curt, the product of being completely taken off guard with a left hook. There were plenty of other ideas you had for the direction of this conversation, such as having beaten his leftovers last week or how you have his favorite hoodie in your laundry basket right now. Maybe even the secret trips to Donnie’s, who was currently helping you get together a gift for Raph’s birthday next month. A particularly low worry even fretted that this might be a conversation about your relationship and how it should end.

But, instead it’s about Leo? What an easy question to answer!

“ Sorry, I didn’t mean that, I mean to say no. ”

Raph’s shoulders loosened and a breath of relief slipped out of him—when had he even started holding his breath?? Never mind that. You snorted at the absurd thought of liking Leo of all people.

“ Why would I like Leo? Raph, c’mere. ”

You held your hands out, and the way his hands fell into yours spelled out a desperation to be close to you. With a gentle tug, he climbed onto his bed, and you melted into his chest. A storm was brewing in his chest, his heart thundering nervously.

“ Ya just, Raph don’t know, something—he, just… Raph was worried, s’all. Afraid ya preferred him over a… ”

While he was searching for whatever word to insult himself with, you captured his attention with a gentle peck on the lips. Your fingers gently held his chin, turning his focus to lay fully on you.

“ Over a charming, handsome hero? ”

There was that adorable smile, peppering his lips as a light laugh erupted from his chest.

“ You think I’d prefer Leo, who is a risky little ticking time bomb, over my knight in shining armor? ”

He whispered a rebuttal, something along the lines of “ he really is, huh? ”

“ Oh Raph-a-doodle, never could I want anyone other than you. ”

Leaning up, you pressed your forehead against his and gazed into his eyes. They searched yours for a hint of deceit, for anything to latch onto and spiral about, but all he found was warmth.

Thus, the jealousy flame died out, and he plummeted backwards against his bed, dragging you down with him. He gave a heavy exhale as you giggled atop his plastron, scolding him for being so silly.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

The green of jealousy was a hue you never expected to be painted across the purple canvas you called your boyfriend, but surely there is a chance for any reality to blossom true, right?

Jealousy had sewn seeds far before either of you could catch on, oblivious to the roots which spiraled and narrowed vision to see only one option as opposed to the myriad of other reasonings. You had poured love into your dearest Donnie, so much so that you couldn’t even fathom any room for jealousy. How could he ever be jealous? Surely he knows full and well just how you look at him? Obviously he knows just how only he can pluck the strings of your heart, strumming love with each touch, in a way unlike any other.

Why, if you were Excalibur, then he was your King Arthur.

So, yeah, may the gods above forgive you for not considering a jealous Donnie as a reality to worry about—though, is it really too worrying? Your boyfriend being jealous? Kind of interesting, doesn’t it just trip up your heart into a flurry of skips?

No? Just me?

Anyways, you had missed entirely the shifting of his gaze when Mikey would enter the room. The low growl, the holding of his breath, none of it had appeared in your mind as you laughed along with whatever silly antics the youngest brother would get up to. Sometimes you would even entertain him! I mean, he is your boyfriend’s little brother, so it’s only right that you laugh at his jokes, get along with him, and all that good stuff.

But, jealousy was the type to hold someone still, to draw their gaze upon one stiff perspective and allow no other reasoning. For a man of science, even he was not above the laws of insecurity in relationships, so when he saw how bouncy his brother was around you, never did he contemplate the obvious. Nary a thought shall he consider that it was simply his brother getting along with his brother’s girlfriend, nor did he consider maybe you were being nice. No, the sour, bitter green dipped his head in the nastiness of jealousy, and all he could consider in this moment was that you must have liked his brother more.

Or maybe, his brother liked you and intended to steal you away? Why else would you laugh so heartily at whatever nonsense his brother spouted? Whatever reason was there for the times he would find you in the kitchen, fixing up dinner alongside Mikey? What else could explain you returning home with topside art supplies and personalized tips to his youngest brother?

Obviously the jealous mind of Donatello Hamato was going to omit one important factor: you did this with all his brothers. If they told a good joke, you would laugh. If Mikey made dinner, you were guaranteed to be in the kitchen helping by fixing you and Donnie’s plates to your liking. If there was something on the surface any of the brothers needed, you would totally put it on your errand run, delivering it during your next visit.

But, jealousy cares not for easy explanations. It craves the most dramatic interpretations, and in this case?

The juiciest interpretation was that Mikey had set his eyes on you, Donnie’s prized lover, and you had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker.

No, no, no, Donnie says, not on his watch would he let you be swept off your feet by anyone else.

“ Y/N. ”

Donnie leaned forward, fingers firmly locking with yours and giving an urgent tug. There was a thickness layered in his eyes that left Mikey shrinking away, confused as to what he could’ve done wrong.

“ Let’s go,”

Straightening up, he couldn’t help the grin widening on his face in a “ I’ve won ” type of manner. You simply waved to his brother.

“ You haven’t forgotten why you’re here, have you? ”

The look in his eyes caused your heart to skip, unprepared for such a heavy gaze that you hadn’t yet experienced. A nervous smile rose on your expression as you looked anywhere but the face giving you a look that would serve to make you fall even harder.

“ Of course not, Dee. ”

Donnie noted your refusal to eye contact, and instead of assuming it was one of your usual bashful moments caused by yours truly, his thoughts were plagued with theories of Mikey somehow worming his way into the heart Donnie swore was his.

“ Right. ”

He muttered in a curt fashion, leading you both to his lab.

The uncomfortable awkwardness blanketing the atmosphere had not gone unnoticed as you followed him, thumb stroking loving little hearts upon the upside of his palm. Usually he would meet this with a firm squeeze, but you could recognize when your genius had his mind up in the clouds. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, was he?! And to think you came all this way to entertain his experiments, hoping to get a kiss or two, only to be met with unnecessary coldness?

What the heck, man?

“ Prepare to behold the wondrous creations of the genius, Donatello. ”

Whatever stink he had been brewing in just seconds prior had evaporated as he unveiled his newest creation: an air-fryer that could quite literally create anything from thin air.

You tried to ignore the distant shout of the youngest brother, something along the lines of “ Hey! Where’s the air-fryer?! ”

Donnie had not ignored it, nor had he dismissed the stifled laughter from you that he surely knew the cause of. His hands clenched, wrapping into crossed arms as he leaned his weight into the table.

“ Annoyed sigh. ”

While rolling his eyes, he muttered an annotation to the peeved groan slipping his lips. There it was again, you noted with a narrowed gaze, that odd discontentment he’d been soaking in this night.

“ Alright, spill it. ”

You mirrored his lean, relying on one of the structural pillars in his lab to hold your weight. Your fingers thumped impatiently against your bicep as your eyes soaked in Donnie’s body language. He seemed to stiffen, either nervously or defensively, you didn’t know.

“ Spill what? ”

He spoke with such an accusatory tone that you were almost ticked off. You held your tongue, hoping to keep this civil and not devolving into mindless argument.

“ Spill wh—?! ”

Sputtering, your hands gestured wildly before quite literally framing him. He knew what you meant, he wasn’t dumb!

“ Whatever is making you so, so—so THIS! ”

His brow raised, and he almost seemed insulted as you threw your hands up with a frustrated growl.

“ Why are you so upset with me right now? What did I do? ”

That seemed to do the charm of dragging out what you’ve been looking for, the explanation, as he straightened his posture and pushed off the table.

“ Oh save me the innocent act, Y/N,”

Confusion painted your face, and for a moment he physically faltered, unsure to continue after such a clear display of hurt across your pretty face. After a second, his mouth tugged into a frown, shaking off the hesitation to continue his claim,

“ I know you like Mikey, so just do us both a favor and go scurry along after him. ”

Donnie waved his hand off, pointing to the door. Whatever look you had on your face at that moment must have embodied just how deeply the pain in your heart crawled, right on down to your very core, because he seemed to balk at his own words. A bit of regret wrapped around him as he muttered something too low for you to hear.

Tightening your lips, you straightened this time and took a few steps to close the gap between you and him.

“ You will not talk to me like that, and what’s this about me liking Mikey? Your little brother? ME? You think I like him?! ”

There was no way, right? He couldn’t be serious? You, liking Mi—he might as well have been your brother too! You could never like him over Donnie?! What an outrageous claim, you thought, standing your ground in front of Donnie. This could have been avoided if he had just not been such, such a…

“ Obviously! Why else would you be bringing him gifts and helping him out in the kitchen? ”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted as he continued with an accusatory finger pointing no where specific.

“ And I’ll have you know that I have read about ‘Cooking together’ and I know how much of an intimate bonding experience it is! ”

The childish stomp he gave, throwing his fists against his sides stiffly, served to diminish almost all the frustration bubbling up. You snorted at the sight, causing him to loosen up, confusedly tripping over his words to sputter out a “ Wh-What, what is this, what’s so funny? ”

“ … You’re a riot, Dee. ”

Wiping away the tiny tears pricking from such a hearty laugh, your eyes met his with less of anger and more of the warmth he was far too familiar of.

“ Since apparently I’m the only one of us with some sense, I’ll have YOU know that I do that for all of y’all! ”

Sheepishly, he seemed to curl into himself as you poked your index finger right into his plastron to emphasize the “ you ”.

“ I bring you gifts all the time—April, Raph, Leo, hell, even Splinter, too! ”

Jealousy was starting to burn away, leaving behind the bashful shame as he started to finally contemplate the more reasonable explanations for your behavior. Silently he condemned himself for starting up this whole dumb debacle with such a blatant disregard to the facts.

“ And of COURSE I help Mikey with cooking. You have a specific palette that he doesn’t always remember fully, so it’s up to me to make sure you get a fulfilling meal you’ll actually eat, dummy! ”

Ah, now that was the part that did him in, something he didn’t even know. Just as you were going to continue, he stepped closer.

“ Wait, you do? ”

“ I do—do what? I said a lot of things, Donnie, be specific. ”

Derailed, you stumbled over your claims, lost suddenly at which point he had cling to.

“ I thought Michael was just inconsistent in his preparation of my dishes, but since you say that, I do recall my meals being much better when you were around. ”

His hands had found their way upon your shoulders as he spoke, gaze flitting all across the lab as he collected his thoughts.

“ I had suspected meals were just better when you were around because, well.. ”

You softened as his gaze fell onto you.

“ Because you were there.. ”

Silence fell upon you both, except more comfortably this time. He exhaled deeply, marked with his trademark “ relieved sigh ” then smiled at you.

“ Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into such a ridiculous argument. I was just… ”

“ You were just… Jealous? ”

Your teasing gaze was searing through him, so much so he shut his eyes tightly and groaned annoyedly.

“ As much as I would wish to not admit it, yes. I may have been experiencing,”

He waved his hand in the air, as if collecting his words.

“ Jealousy, towards your interactions with Miguel.. ”

Donnie was relieved as you laughed away all his worries, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. The moment lingered for a few, as if desperately needed to mend this situation, stopping only when you pulled away.

“ Alright, you’re forgiven… For now—BUT! Next time just talk to me, dummy, you got me all riled up for no reason. ”

With that, you gave a playful shove that had him gasping as though he were insulted, and quick to rush to his experiment’s side with more questions than he could keep up with.

Not like he hated an attentive and questioning audience, though. Much appreciated.

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Sorry but I have returned with a part 3 of Klarion is Dan

So Danny is still having you know conversations with the entire RedRobin Young Justice team

When Tim sneaks away to go talk to the Justice League outside he's holding a few kryptonite cookies in his pockets then starts explaining to the Main Justice League on how yeah Klarion bought our trust with gifts so we can pretend to be his friend so he could make his mom happy Klarion's Mom he's is the nice creepy person I have ever meet so can y'all just got to play along

Clues the main Justice League playing along with Klarion being their sidekicks friend after a while Danny finds a way to pull up his scrapbook too also Danny and Clark have started speaking country to each other it's hilarious amazing

Batman in the end like a party pooper reveal that is Klarion is one of the enemy of the Young Justice it makes Young Justice along with Klarion sad for two different reasons for the Young Justice because Klarion's mom is really cool and Klarion cuz he feels like he is disappointing his mom

Danny after a while had a feeling that Klarion made friends like himself back when he was a teenager

A bit late but I finally had the time to write this down, without work stress or a migraine / headache torturing my brain! Hope i didn't make you wait to long! Either way I love this, sooo lets go! Part 3! Here we come!

Also thanks so much for the ask! This was inspiring since I have been struggling with writing the past weeks.

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Danny was really enjoying his time an conversations with the children. He liked them, even if one of them was a speedster. And he could see that they were good for Dan, now Klarion. Danny had always been worried about his time clone / son. Klarion had no longer been as connected to Sam and Tucker as Danny was. Sure Jazz, Ellie and him, as well as Vlad had been there for him. But Danny knew himself and through that he also knew Dan in a way only Vlad could understand. They had been worried. But when Dan got deaged and choose to go by Klarion Danny's worries had become lighter. Especially when Klarion started to tell stories from the Dimension he had chosen to live in when he wasn't at home. One that was unlike their own home dimension but still similar enough so he wouldn't have troubles adjusting.

Danny smiled like any proud mother would as he watched the four heroes interact with his son. He could see it, Klarion had recreated friendships for himself outside of who he used to be in a different timeline. That alone lifted so many of Danny's worries for the boy. A chuckle escaped him as he once again watched Klarion snatch a green glowing cookie from Red Robin, glaring daggers before he jumped across the table in an attempt to tackle Impulse who was now also reaching for the green cookies. The speedster as expected easily dodged him.

He knew something was going on. Klarion has created a barrier right as Impulse had returned earlier from his 'bathroom break' and he could feel presence outside of his son's front door. One of them feeling funnily similar to one of many the soul contracts that had been laying on his desk for months now, ignored on purpose. But Danny choose to ignore it for the moment. If the kids were up to something than he was the least adult to stop them. So instead he when he saw his boy so distracted, Danny smiled towards Wonder Girl, reaching into a quickly opened portal next to him. "So about the picture you wanted to see earlier."

Danny smiled mischievously like any parent would at a chance to embarrass their child. But also noticing how Red Robin used the chance of Klarion chasing after Impulse and the Kryptonite Cookies in his hands to stuff a couple of the green cookies into his own pockets as well as one into his mouth. Danny suppressed a laugh, as he kept conversation with Wonder Girl flowing.

Superboy was right by Red Robins side as the boy pounded his fist against his own chest in surprise, but also refused to spit the cookie out. Once he swallowed the kid stuck out his tongue a look of wonder. "Have you ever tasted something that felt like sugar coated in love and care sprinkled with calming emotions but had a weird but not bad after taste of sewer water?! I will never be able to look at the Lazarus Pits the same anymore!" the caped teenage hero whined towards his Kryptonian friend and Danny couldn't help it any longer as he burst out laughing.

"That's a Description I have never heard before! Sam likes to say their taste like actual Rainbow puke and Tucker is still trying to convince me that they taste like he was dared to lick a motherboard but one was coated in the finest meats!" Klarion instantly froze in his chase after Impulse and pointed glaring at Red Robin as both Wonder Girl and Impulse now appeared very tempted to actually try the Kryptonite cookies too. "You didn't!"

"I did." Red Robin grinned fearless, the way Tucker used to when he had hacked into the GIWs servers when they were kids.

"DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" Red Robin yelped as Klarion jumped at him over the couch table to wrestle with the other boy as if to make him spit out any green glowing cookie reminds that could be there. "You mortals are idiots!"

Danny blinked and laughed as a little Chaos (Ha! His sons favorite past time) broke out with Wonder Girl, Superboy and Impulse trying to help Red Robin against Klarion only for them to get pulled into the little wrestling match too. With Klarion occupied with the other three as well as trying to stop Impulse from also shoving a green glowing cookie into his mouth he noticed from the corner of his eyes how Red Robin snuck away.

Batman looked ready to strangle John Constantine as he glared at the Justice League Dark member currently working on removing the barrier. This was taking to long in his opinion. Their kids were in there with a highly dangerous being and one of their enemies. This wasn't a situation to take lightly. He growled and Superman patted his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"We will get in there Batman. Just calm down for now. I am sure they are doing all they can to remove the barrier." The Kryptonian said in a calming tone sharing a look with Wonder Woman and the Flash, who by now had rounded the apartment three times to see if there was a possible entry way not covered by a barrier. Batman only grunted again as the door to the appartement suddenly opened, their heads snapped instantly towards it to see Red Robin standing behind the barrier.

"Red Robin Report!" Batman instantly snapped marching forward but frowned as the barrier was blocking him from reaching the teen.

"Klarion's mother is a multidimensional being under the impression that Klarion is working with the Heroes in this impression and not against them. He is also known as the Ghost King ruler of the Infinite Reams. I am sure you are already updated on what the Infinite Realms are." The teen stated in a reporting tone the adult heroes were familiar with. "So far The Ghost King has not shown any hostility towards us or our dimension unprompted. He is rather nice and a good parent by all means. To not disappoint his mother Klarion abducted us so we could pretend to be his friends, in other words Klarion is in need of our help to keep his mother under the belief that he is working and friends with us."

Batman nodded, letting the information sink in. "Anything else?"

"Well, I would suggest to not become hostile ourselves and to play along for the time being." Red Robin offered his solution hoping that with his report their mentors were more willing to play along than with the way Impulse probably slammed the door in their faces. For one, they would get to have a longer time of a break and two, as long as they don't piss off Klarions mom they won't have to face an eldritch being probably ready to tear them appear to protect his child.

"You believe that to be the best course of action? What about the others?" Superman asked instead and the teens head turned a little to look at the Kryptonian. "We are all in agreement. We are also additionally in a position with this to fish for more information about Klarion."

He could see their mentors thinking as they were exchanging looks weighing the pros and cons of his suggestion.

"Constantine? You said that the Ghost King is a dangerous being that could destroy our dimension, correct?" Wonder Woman spoke up turning towards the magician.

"A Bloody fucking Tyrann that can rip us all a new one, mate." the Brite muttered annoyed with the situation.

"Then I guess keeping the Ghost King happy by humouring Klarion should be the best and most peaceful option we have at the moment." Flash added crossing his arms as he looked at the other JL members as they came to a silent agreement.

Hocked, Lined and Sinker. Red Robin thought for a brief moment with relief as the adults agreed to his suggestion. "That means no using spells behind our backs against the Ghost King too." The teen hero added though as he narrowed his eyes under his mask on John Constantine that was cursing under his breath but nodded.

"Great then I can tell Klarion-"

"Red Robin what are you doing out here?" Batman stiffened as white gloved hands rested on the teen hero's shoulders and they saw a white haired man, wearing a royal cape and a floating crown on his head, appearing by the door behind the teen.

"Oh I was just greeting our mentors, they came to check on us." Red Robin lied easily, not even flinching as the man had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Batman had narrowed his eyes as he exchanged looks with Superman. They hadn't even noticed the man's approach.

"I see, please come in instead of standing out here." John Constantin gabbed as with the flick of his finger the man removed the magic barrier as if it was nothing and they heard a loud whine from inside the apartment of. "MOM IT FEELS WEIRD WHEN YOU DO THAT!"

"Sorry Klarion, baby!"

At that moment the adults realized that the man before them was the Ghost King.

The man lead them inside introducing himself as Danny as he guided Red Robin by his shoulders back to the couch to join the other teens again. The adult heroes where greeted by the image of Wonder Girl sitting on Impulse who was monopolising a photo book and Klarion being lifted into the air lion king style by Superboy flailing around. The teens and mentors blinked at each other several times before the teens continued like they weren't there, Red Robin joining them wanting in on getting to see the photo book that apparently contained 'baby' photos of Klarion.

"How about we leave the kids to themselves and have some coffee and cake by the dinner table?" The Ghost King, Danny, suggested and the adults mutely followed. They blinked as Danny opened a portal, Batman grunted as seeing similarities to something else in it, and reached into it. Danny heard his sisters distinctive "HEY!" Through it when he pulled out a cake from it to place on the table. The heroes couldn't help but sweat dropped, the cake was clearly not finished, it was only half way coated in cream and decorated.

"It's nice to meet the mentors of the friends my boy made in this dimension." Danny started to make small talk serving them coffee and each of them a slice of cake. "It's also nice to finally meet the guy that has sold his soul into so many pieces that I have an entire stack of paper work on my desk."

Constantine flinched, as he refused to make eye contact with the Ghost King who only chuckled. "Relax, I don't care about all these contracts. Most of them were even made before I took over as the King and the previous Ghost King... well lets just say he slept through all of his paperwork."

"Wait previous King?" The magician looked up now. "Mate are you telling me you aren't the bloody fucking Tyrann Ghost King?"

They watched as Danny rubbed his neck embarrassed. "Oh looks like the news didn't get to your Dimension yet, yea I dethroned that guy on accident and took over once I became an adult. Pops did say that it might take some time for all Dimensions to get updated on these kinda news..."

The four heroes looked stunned as they heard the Brite groan loudly thumping his head against the table muttering a "I need a whiskey."

"Oh its also nice to sort of meet my... Cousin or Niece from this Dimension whatever you would prefer more." Danny said to change the subject, looking towards Wonder Woman who blinked at him. "Cousin or Niece?"

"Yes I was Ghost Adopted by Clockwork, also known as Cronus, and Pandora. They speak a lot of praises about you, well every version of you." Danny smiled. There was an awkward moment of silence that Flash broke looking stunned at Wonder Woman. "You never told us you were related to the literal King of all Dimensions!"

"I didn't know!" / "Not all Dimensions."

Both Wonder Woman and Danny spoke at the same time. This finally seemed to break the eyes among the adults as most of them started to chat idly while the teens were fighting over a photo book in the back ground. Well all but one Batman sat among them listening to the other Heroes talk with the Ghost King, grunting every now and then to signal that he was listening. His eye twitch a little as both Superman and Danny suddenly started to talk in a weirdly with niceties filled way of talking.

Of course everything good and nice couldn't last forever and when a triumphant shout in the background from Red Robin resounded who was holding up the photo book with Klarion pinned to the ground by Impulse and Superboy, Batman had to be the one to finally put his foot in his mouth causing everyone to freeze. The bite of cake Superman was about to eat dropped back onto the plate and resounded like a pin needle dropping by the silence caused by one simple, in Batman's mind, question.

"As his mother, are you aware of your son's villainous actions against us heroes?"

A dramatic "No!" Resounded from the teens mostly caused by Impulse dramatically falling to his knees in a pleading motion towards the adults. Klarion on the other hand looked like his entire world was just shattered as he sat up on the ground from his previously pinned position, his eyes glued to his mother. Both Wonder Woman and Superman eyes looked to and fro between Batman and the Ghost King with worry while Flash, apparently decided to get himself another slice of cake as quick as possible before the Ghost King would inevitably kick them all out because of Batman.

Danny stared at the dark knight for a long moment not reacting until he let out a sigh. "Figured as much."

There was another kind of silence, a stunned one, as they all blinked at the Ghost King who was starting to chuckle a little at the faces they were making.

"Mom?"

"Oh please Klarion." Danny waved his son off. "We both know that neither you nor I ever made friends the normal way. Of course you would make friends by being a little shit, just like I did with all my rogues when I was a teen and are now part of the council. It was unavaidable for you to do the same. Ancients even Vlad made friends like this or did you forget how many times he tried to kill my dad, Jack?"

There was silence for a third time, this time it got broken my Wonder Girl bumping her shoulder into Klarions.

"What kind of crazy family do you have?!"

"You have no idea.... you haven't even met my older sister yet...."

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New Romantics

Gojo x reader 𐙚 Genre: fluff, comedy, hurt/comfort 𐙚 Summary: You are the bane of Gojo's existence, at least that's what he tells himself. You're just full of surprises and he can't help but be fully enamored by you. 𐙚 wc: 8.5k 𐙚 content: kinda enemies to kinda lovers, a bunch of high schoolers, gojo is soo out of touch with his feelings, it's in his pov, gojo is sooo down bad, PINING, badass reader, reader is in a clan too! reader smokes ! kinda screams im not like other girls in a less toxic way, jealous! gojo, heavy make out, very self-indulgent HAHA can be read as a standalone. 𐙚 a/n: my first ever series ! it's kinda long but i swear it's fun! :D

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Arrogant. Insufferable. Patronizing. Apathetic.

The list goes on.

Granted, Gojo is nowhere near close to you. You were barely friends.

If there is one person in Jujutsu High that he likes the least, it would be you. It’s not like he resents you, it’s just that you represent everything he hated from being in a clan just like him.

From the way you strut your very expensive loafers to the way you shop to your heart’s content after every mission since your first year. Not to mention that you’re the all-perfect princess that your clan wants you to be.

“Gojo, please pass me the p-“

“No can do, shorty.” He chirps, giving you a shit-eating grin.

You glared at him before motioning Shoko to hand you the pen instead. “Gojo, you know you kinda look like someone I like.” You didn’t let him finish, crossing your arms before giving him a devilish smirk. “That cute little rat from Shrek.”

Gojo’s eyes widened at your insult but Suguru and Shoko were already snickering at him. He despises the idea that everyone seems to adore you, except him of course.

In the eyes of the higher ups and your family, you were the sweetest girl ever. Somehow, you’re always growing horns around him.

Everyone thinks that Gojo’s only messing with you whenever the two of you banter. Hell, there are some students gossiping that he has a crush on you (which he definitely doesn’t) But only Geto and Shoko know how much he actually dislikes you.

You seem so obedient with all your clans orders, following everything that’s asked of you, carrying the submissiveness and elegance a Y/L/N is supposed to have. And if there’s anything Gojo hated the most, it’s tradition. It’s why he’s in Jujutsu High in the first place, he wanted to change the system badly— and seeing you become the embodiment of the tradition he badly wants to change pisses him off.

Each time the higher ups get mad at him for not being in his ‘best behavior’, your name is constantly echoed around the meeting room. ‘You should be more like Y/L/N’ ‘Bring honor to your clan like how Y/L/N does.’

The only act of rebellion that you do is that your hair is dyed in a way that would make the higher ups frown. Your hair is recently dyed bright orange. He finds himself scoffing at the idea that you only get scolded because of a damn hair color. Gojo’s also confused with how cunning and sassy you are when there aren’t any prying eyes. Maybe you’re just doing that to seem cool.

Well, he just has to avoid you at all costs so you would stop annoying him and pestering his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, Yaga has different plans.

“Satoru. Y/N.” Yaga announces when he was pairing up students for a mission but he doesn’t even get to finish because Gojo emits a loud dramatic groan from across the room.

“Why?” He whined, tilting his head up to create a dramatic effect. “It’s always been Suguru and I.”

“Satoru, you and Suguru need to be paired up with someone who's an expert in reversed curse technique. It’s your fault you haven’t learned it yet.”

Gojo crossed his arms and pouted. “Y/N can kiss my ass, teacher.”

“No thanks. I’m sure you don’t wash yours. I could smell you from afar, stinky.” Everyone else groaned as the two of you started another banter, forcing the meeting to be 5 minutes longer than usual— particularly because no one dares to cut off your argument (Yaga is too amused because of how much you put Gojo in his place.)

-.-

The mission didn’t go well. It was the first time you and Gojo worked together, and judging by your huge egos, your banter caused the both of you to get injured– you more so than Gojo. He was too reckless today, attempting to get a reaction out of you, which is why he got caught off guard when a 1st grade curse attacked him.

You pushed him out of the way, causing the curse to land a hit on your shoulder and right arm. Gojo stood still in his place in shock and your right arm was already injured when he snapped out of his trance. He obliterated the curse easily but the damage has been done.

You’re just lucky it was a minor injury but the fact that you did that for him, considering how you two were at each other’s necks for the longest time confuses him. It disoriented him until the both of you arrived at Jujutsu High.

When he got patched up, he stood up to apologize but you were nowhere to be found. He assumes you’ve already healed yourself due to your reverse curse technique ability but he can’t help the nagging feeling in his mind.

You were quiet today— well, ever since this afternoon. And no he’s not keeping track, he’s just not used to not hearing your snarky remarks and sarcastic comebacks at his attempts to annoy the shit out of you.

You’re just ignoring him, giving short insults in response to his own for the most part of your mission until you shielded him from that curse.

His guilt weighs on him heavily as he strolls around the school, waiting for Shoko and Geto. but really it’s just to see you. Gojo had noticed that you’re always gone the moment after your mission’s debriefing, sometimes even when you’re injured.

At last, he saw you just a few blocks away from Jujutsu High, towards the new 7/11 store that opened a few months ago. Gojo tilts his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows before deciding to follow you as discreetly as he could.

He stood near a house behind the convenience store where he could be hidden by a large plant beside it. He watched you grab a few things off the shelves and talk with the cashier, who happily greets you at the counter. You must’ve been here frequently.

1 can of coke. A box of cigarettes. Coffee.

Gojo never took you as the type who would visit a convenience store, as shocking as that sounds. He knows you’re rich. Filthy rich. You’ve always been pampered just like him, everything down at your feet because you’re the most powerful sorcerer in your clan.

Finally, you got out of the store. Gojo’s eyes widened like saucers when you went straight to his hiding spot.

“You know,” You called out, putting a hand on your hip. “It surprises me how much of an idiot you are despite being a notorious smartass. Your hair sticks out of the leaves because you’re so fucking tall, Gojo.”

“Heh.” He rubs his nape sheepishly, offering you a shy grin. “Didn’t think you’d see me.”

“Really?” You deadpan before walking away from him, back to Jujutsu High. He jogs up to your side. “Why are you hiding anyway? Spying on your rival or something?”

“Maybe.” He says lightly. It’s the first time any of you are talking normally to each other without malice. “Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“Can I come?” He insisted, voice filled with excitement, leaving no hint that he’s gonna stop following you. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

He looks like a puppy, following you around. It’s an amusing sight, even to you.

“No.” You still kept walking, paying no mind as Gojo continued to follow you.

He feels an unusual giddiness at the thought that you hadn’t outright pushed him away because if you really wanted to, you would have told him to leave.

You lead him to the abandoned fence with the sign ‘DO NOT ENTER’ in the restricted building of the school that had remained under construction for years. It was the tallest building in Jujutsu High. You wordlessly went up to the concealed stairs at the obscured side of the building and onto the rooftop.

You sat at the edge of the building, your feet dangling off the edge. Gojo cautiously followed your actions, opting to sit next to you. He observes you as you unravel bit by bit and it’s the first time he’s seen you this relaxed and vulnerable—something that you granted him the privilege to see.

Rummaging through your paper bag, you retrieved a can of his favorite drink, Coca-Cola. As you handed it to him, a subtle surprise flashed across his face before he muttered a sincere ‘thanks.

You then opened your box of Marlboro red and lit up a cigarette, putting it in between your lips before taking a drag. Gojo observes you silently, his mouth agape. It was a revelation, discovering facets of you that he never anticipated. The act of you casually smoking, the ember casting a faint glow on your features, added another layer to the enigma that you are.

Gojo stays silent for a few more minutes or so until you notice his confusion, mainly because his eyebrows are almost meeting and he’s staring intently into the abyss.

“Are you broken or something? You usually never stop yapping.” You joked, bumping your shoulder to his.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Gojo says dumbfoundedly.

You chuckled but his question was left unanswered. He forgets about it completely because his brain short circuits when you move closer to him, taking off his sunglasses and perching it atop his head. His radiant baby blue eyes are out staring at you intently.

You give him a soft smile and point at the view in front of you. “I love going here after missions, sunset’s beautiful here.”

“you’re being nice to me. Why?”

Again. No answer. You just hummed in amusement and no words were spoken afterwards.

The sun begins to descend, casting a warm, golden glow over the view from below. The city sprawls out beneath the both of you and the skyline extends into the horizon, bleeding in hues of pink and orange. Both of you sit in silence and when Gojo turns to look at you, he feels his heart beat quickening every passing second.

You look so breathtaking as the remaining sunlight kisses your skin, creating a halo effect around you. He suddenly doesn’t know why his palms feel so sweaty and he can’t manage to land a punchline to make you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“I’m sorry I got distracted. Thank you for saving me today. I didn’t know you’d be more…” He trails off and you cut him off with a laugh so pretty enough that his head whipped to turn to you.

“Kind? Human? You think I’m just like my clan huh?” You giggled and it shocked him how light you’re taking the situation.

You must’ve gotten used to it.

Just like him.

You stayed silent for a while before speaking in a serious tone. “Just because I don��t defy my clan’s ideals freely as you do doesn’t mean I’m not against it. When you’re a woman, you have to play nice, you know? I don’t have much of a choice unlike you. I know you don’t like me but I shielded you because you’re my friend.”

It was a wonder for Gojo that he’s the only one you’re not on good terms with out of everyone in Jujutsu High. Hell, he even overheard Yaga asking you to call back those Kyoto Students. It’s a big deal because those pesky Kyoto Students are usually their rivals but for some reason they’re always looking for you.

Then comes the Tokyo students, whom he never sees not greeting you or asking to hang out with you. Come to think of it, their expressions are always brightening up whenever you’re around and he thought that maybe they’re not that welcoming to him because he’s loud. But it’s you. It’s all you.

From the way you listen intently to your friends, and your saccharine voice asking them about their day or whatever that piques their interest. You care, a lot. You even saved him from that grade 1 curse, resulting in a painful wound on your shoulder. Granted, you had the ability to heal yourself but who was he even in your life? and yet you took the fall for him.

Gojo always hated that everyone seemed to look at him as that ‘six-eyed kid from the Gojo clan’. He hated the rumors about him just because of your last name— something that he has done to you since the first time you stepped foot into the school.

He swallows his guilt and sets his pride aside. He wanted nothing more than to make it up to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve read you wrong. I thought you were just like the rest of them.”

“It’s alright.” You say nonchalantly as possible but the voice crack at the end gives you away. Gojo chooses to ignore that. This probably means a lot to you as much as it did to him. “I mean I get it, I actually admire your passion for changing the way our clans lead the Jujutsu World. I think you have the guts for standing up to them just like that.”

“You really think so?’ He scoots closer and gives you a small smile, his heartbeat quickening faster as he feels your warmth— your thighs almost touching.

“Yeah.” You grinned back, leaning your wait to his side before taking a sip from your coffee.

“So you think I’m pretty?” He looks at you and bats his eyelashes comedically.

You snorted in response and slapped his arm lightly. “I’ll throw you off this building.”

Gojo forgot the passage of time in those 4 hours at that rooftop. The sun had already set and the moon was gleaming, already dark out. He likes talking to you but he enjoys it more when you’re the one doing the talking.

You talked about your school life, hobbies, even your life with your clan– anything that comes to mind. Talking to you is as easy as breathing. You’re just full of wisdom, kindness, and wit.

Gojo found out today that he actually likes making you laugh, something about it makes his stomach feel funny. He also found out your preferences in coffee, food, and even music.

“Don’t you dare tell that spot to anyone, Gojo.” You took one of the sweets in his hands and popped it in your mouth before giving him a teasing grin.

You’re now walking side by side on the way to the dormitory. He insisted on walking you to your dorm even if his dorm is from the other side of the building.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he matched your stride. “Yes, Ma’am.” He replied with a teasing voice, earning a hum of approval from you. You finally stopped in front of your door.

“Thank you Goj-”

“Satoru.” He cut you off, his voice suddenly softening. As you tilted your head inquisitively, he found himself breaking into another warm smile. His cheeks ached from smiling too much this evening. “You can call me Satoru instead.”

“I like saying Gojo, especially when I yell your name when I’m mad at you.”

“Are you mad at me right now?” He wiggles his eyebrows, earning a playful roll of your eyes in response.

“No.”

His demeanor shifted then, almost like he’s surrendering his vulnerability to you. “Then call me Satoru.” You could almost hear the plea in his voice.

You sigh in mock defeat, your lips curved into a smile as you relented to his request. “Okay, Satoru.”

-.-

“You’re barely hanging out with me anymore, Satoru. Have you found my replacement already?” Suguru says, smirking as he watches his best friend’s eyes widened— a blush adorning Satoru's cheeks.

Satoru fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, causing Suguru to smirk at him. This behavior definitely did not go unnoticed by his best friend. Rarely did Satoru ever get nervous and Suguru was all for it.

“I was just busy, Suguru. You missed me that much? I didn’t know I am participating in a homosexual relationship with you—” He retorted, attempting to deflect Suguru.

But Suguru wasn’t one to let him off the hook easily. “Busy hogging Y/N?”

Satoru scoffed, giving him a look of disbelief. “Pffft. Nah. Of course not. We’re friends!” He insisted, though the way his gaze momentarily flickered away betrayed a hint of something more.

It has been nearly 6 months since that evening on the rooftop. Satoru and you have been attached to the hip ever since— or to phrase it better, Satoru has been attached to you ever since. Somehow, you’re a lot more similar than he thinks and because of that, you just know each other a lot deeper.

He also finds himself doing things out of pure interest like walking with you to the 7/11 store after mission just to talk to you til dusk on that rooftop, completely forgetting about his friend group’s game nights. Other times, he reaches for your wrist to encourage you to mingle with other people. He even accompanies you to your monthly shopping sprees in the city or in Shinjuku or Shibuya. He found out you love traveling and going to other places— it clears your mind, you had said. His closet is now full of clothes you helped him pick out, almost half of them you bought for him randomly.

It’s normal for friends to do that, right?

Seated side by side, Satoru and Suguru observed how you and Shoko practiced your reverse cursed technique. Satoru’s just munching on the sweets you bought for him while his best friend is clearly enjoying the view of how dumbstruck he is by you.

“Satoru,” he began. “You’re always following her around, it’s like you’re glued to each other already and you even fell asleep together during movie nights more than 3 times already. The only time you’re not with her is when you’re on missions with me or lunch. Are you already secretly dating?”

“Yeah, we’re not!” Satoru says swiftly and defensively, causing Suguru to raise an eyebrow at him. “Why are you keeping count anyway?”

“Sure, just friends.” Suguru insisted, attempting to downplay the whole situation but Satoru is already growing agitated with the way he’s being teased. Suguru gave him a devilish smirk. “What if she dates another guy?”

Satoru shuts up for a minute before muttering a quiet “… She won’t.”

“You don’t sound sure. She eventually will.” Suguru gave him an all-knowing smile and that’s when he knew that Suguru was being serious.

“Huh?” Satoru furrowed his eyebrows, casting an accusing look at his best friend. “How are you so sure?”

“Shoko said she’s going on dates.”

Oh.

So that’s why he’s been seeing you less, and you seem so distracted whenever you guys would hang out. Satoru thought that you were just busy but he didn’t think you’d actually go on dates with anyone. I mean, you’re still young right? Besides, who would be deserving of you?

Satoru didn’t notice that he was staring daggers into Shoko as you hugged her tightly. His expression darkened, jealousy flashing in his eyes before softening as he heard you laugh.

Pretty.

You look so pretty.

Since when did he find you incredibly pretty?

Sure, you were just friends but he doesn’t know why he has this urge to be with you all the time, he even wants to hug you like how you hug Shoko and Utahime. It’s just unfair that you only lean to him or give him a fist bump or when you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He longs to hold you close, to see you every morning, and to be the person that makes you laugh all the time.

And when you noticed him staring you beamed at him and waved.

Oh, he definitely has a crush on his friend.

He didn’t know how much time passed but soon enough his day wouldn’t be completed without seeing you. He actually looks forward now to the meeting with different plans, particularly because you were there with him. And he basically lives now in your dorm room, candy wrappers everywhere and an array of his glasses sit beside your bedside table.

You talk about anything, even the random thoughts that come to his mind. You managed to know him better than Suguru knows him, which is surprising by the way.

But during the past week, he surprisingly didn’t see you— not even at the rooftop that you both had grown to hang out together. Suguru told him that he acts like he has a ‘stick up his ass’ but he was just worried about you. Have you grown tired of him? It all made him fidget like crazy.

Satoru caught a glimpse of your bright blue hair after your mission with Suguru. It was the kind of blue that matches his eyes. But he didn’t pay attention to it that much because of your sullen look.

He tried looking for you at the convenience store or your dorm but you were already gone so his last bet is at the rooftop, and there you are.

Your back is facing him with your feet dangling off the edge, you seem to be in your own world judging by the loud music he’s hearing. There are two packs of cigarettes by your side and a can of your favorite coffee. The sun is almost setting again and you’re just staring ahead while you hum along to the song you're listening to. The view seems so… sad. He felt something tug at his heart strings.

“You know you should quit smoking. if you keep it, you’ll never see me old handsome.” He tried to joke off before climbing the edge to sit next to you. He took off his glasses before wincing at the view, it was too bright so he decided to put it on again.

You giggled in response, he can tell that you saw right through him when you had a soft look in your face. The both of you hadn’t quite reached the stage where you’re entirely comfortable with opening up to one another.

So he tried to lighten up the mood once more, “It actually diminishes your ability as a sorcerer.”

“Says who?”

“Says yoda” He responded rhetorically before giving you a lopsided grin.

You nodded before taking out your lighter to light up your cigarette. “I only smoke when I’m stressed.” You confessed.

“Oh?” Satoru asks

“Yeah” You smiled at him, taking a drag from your cigarette, sighing when the nicotine hit your system.

“Then we’ll do something else, yeah?” He grinned at you mischievously before pointing his index. “Wait.”

With a quick rummage through his pockets, he brought out a handful of brightly colored lollipops, their wrappers crinkling softly in his hand.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Satoru extended his hand, offering you a lollipop with a playful wink. “Something sweeter?”

He gives you a toothy grin—his eyes sparkling when you take it, shaking your head at his enthusiasm.

“This is ridiculous,” You laughed, amused by his antics as you unwrapped the sweet treat and popped it into your mouth.

“It works, right?” Satoru asked eagerly.

He’s been searching for alternative ways for nicotine but he couldn’t find any gum in the 7/11 store. Lollipops are his last choice.

“I don’t know. Isn’t it gum that lessens the nic addiction?” You countered, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Lollipops are an alternative,” He says defensively, though a hint of concern crept up to his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uhm. It just gets tiring sometimes, you know?” You responded, bitterness lacing your voice. “ All the pressure. Sometimes I feel like I’m not treated humanely at one point.”

“Hey. I’ll help you okay?” He placed a hand on your shoulder before offering you a soft smile. “When you’re with me, you don’t have to please those old geezers.”

“I appreciate it, Satoru.” You smiled back at him and he found himself melting in your gaze. The sun be damned, he could live alone in your presence.

You decided to leave when it’s already half past eight. Once he helped you to his feet you looked at him shyly, and if it’s a bit lighter out he would see a blush creeping up to your face. The walk back to your dorm is silent again, your hands just occasionally brush and Satoru wondered if you think about holding his hand too.

So when you let him in your dorm like you usually do. Satoru hesitated for a moment before he mustered up the courage and asked, “Is it okay if I hug you?”

He noticed you freeze and he feared that he might have overstepped, but before he could retract his words, you’re already nodding and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. Satoru hears you sigh in the hug and he feels like he’s floating when you tug him closer.

Satoru prayed silently that you couldn’t hear the loud thumping of his heart because he finally has you in his arms and this is all he wanted. The warmth of your body against his, the way you leaned into his touch, it all felt surreal to him.

You’ve finally let your guard down around him and he noticed you gradually open up to him when you’re feeling sad or disappointed with something. Somehow he can’t bring himself to be like that to you yet, Satoru has this underlying feeling that you’d like him less if he starts showing vulnerability.

But to his surprise, he feels like you like him more because of that. There was this instance where he’s so overstimulated after a mission because he had to take off his glasses to work on his six eyes. He started to become dizzy and everything around him was a blur.

As he sat on the couch, feeling utterly overwhelmed and disoriented after the mission. Despite his attempts to mask his discomfort with a feeble smile, you saw right through him, as you always seemed to do.

“Satoru, are you okay?” Your voice cut through the haze of his senses, casting him a worried glance.

He managed a strained smile before the brightness around him intensified, sending a sharp pang through his temples. "I'm...I'm fine," he mumbled.

“Satoru, you’re not a good liar.” You stood up to turn off the lights, only leaving the night lamp on, a soft glow illuminating the entire room, making it bearable for Satoru. He’s rubbing his temples, trying to ease the pain.

He feels a weight dip in the couch, you gently remove his glasses and place them on the nearby table. Then, without warning, your arms enveloped him in a warm embrace, guiding his head to rest against the crook of your neck, fully covering his eyes.

Now that he’s calmed down, Satoru became acutely aware of the closeness between you. He’s lucky that you can’t see how his eyes widened at your action and how flushed he probably looks right now. Well, not that he can see anything right now.

But he chooses to ignore the loud beating of his heart again, passing it off as adrenaline rush from the mission. He allows himself to relax in your hold, with your fingers threading softly through his hair, all his worries and fatigue melted away.

Gojo Satoru had never known romantic love, let alone had a crush on anyone. So maybe it was just normal for friends to hold each other when one is tired or in need of comfort.

He loves to play with your hand when both of you are alone, while he babbles about something random and outright weird just so he could ignore how you make him feel. He tries to ignore the blush creeping up on his face when you listen to him intently, like every word that he utters matters, no matter how ridiculous it was. His feet always drag him to you because after a long day, all he needs is cuddles from you— oh, and your soothing voice too.

So really, what is this weight on his chest when Shoko announced that you’re going on a date?

Why is he pouting suddenly, assaulting his food as he stabs it continuously while you are gushing about what to wear or what to say when he knows you just look so beautiful even without trying?

Isn’t he enough?

Satoru buys you stuff, he takes care of you, he knows everything about you. He’s always hanging at your dorm after school, you’re practically like a couple at this poi–

Shit.

Maybe he does have a crush on you.

“I don’t know why you’d bother going on a date, Y/N. Guys are basically disgusting.”

“Says a guy.” You rolled your eyes playfully while going through your closet.

Satoru’s getting desperate now, why are you so adamant to get on that date?

Satoru felt a knot of desperation tightening in his chest as he watched you model your top three dresses. The first dress, adorned with vibrant florals, seemed to scream "first date" with its playful charm. However, you quickly dismissed it as unsuitable for the dinner date you had planned. Next, you slipped into a simple yet elegant black bodycon dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. It was hard to ignore the bitterness he’s feeling— you getting dolled up for a random guy.

But it was the final dress that truly captured his heart. As you twirled around to show him, the white silk fabric cascading gracefully around you, Satoru found himself momentarily breathless at the sight. Your awkward smile only added to the enchantment of the moment. You look so ethereal.

"What do you think?" you asked, swaying gently as you admired yourself in the mirror.

"I—" Satoru cleared his throat, his voice suddenly dry as he struggled to find the right words. "I think I like the other one better, the black one," he managed to say, though his heart whispered otherwise.

You somehow listened to his advice and wore the black bodycon dress that he suggested.

You looked nothing short of breathtaking, a literal goddess.

It was the longest 3 hours of his life, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as he anxiously wait for your return. Despite his best effort to distract himself by distracting Suguru, his thoughts kept returninhg to you— wondering if you’re having the time of your life with your date.

A small part of him wishes that the date didn’t go well and you’ll just spent the rest of the evening eating sweets with him all the while casting funny remarks on your date but he wasn’t prepared when you came home with mascara running down your face, your lips curved into a pout, and your eyes puffy and red from crying.

Without a word, Satoru stood up to engulf you in his arms, furrowing his eyebrows as you collapsed into him. “What happened, Y/N?”

He held you close, a surge of protectiveness flooding his senses as if an attempt to shield you from the world.

“He’s a misogynist, Satoru!” You cried, your voice cracking. “So full of himself! I thought he was kind and sweet but then he just started babbling about his clan and how good of a potential husband he is. As if I want to marry him!”

“Who was he anyway?” He gently wiped away your tears.

“Naoya Zenin” You sniffled, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry I’m staining your shirt.”

“No, no.” He whispered, brushing away the strands of your hair on your face.

He took a mental note to research on the guy that made you cry later on. He realizes that the sight that he despises the most is the sight of you crying. He never wants to see you like this, ever.

“You said you like the beach right?” Satoru spoke out of the blue, his hand tracing circles on your arm. “Why don’t we go to one?”

-.-

And that’s how Satoru managed to spend all of his monthly allowance in a week. He booked a flight for the 6 of you (of course he wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea, he insisted it’s a vacation for the six of you— him, you, Suguru, Shoko, and even Utahime and Mei Mei because apparently you’re good friends with them too)

So now here he is, about 200, 000 yen poorer. (help i don’t know if this is accurate) He wanted what’s best for you, so of course he’d spend a lot for you. It was all worth it though, when he sees you in a baby blue bathing suit that he helped you pick out. No it was definitely not because it’s similar to the color of his eyes. Blue just suits you well. (Hence, he’s also suitable for you)

“Satoru, you're going to catch flies if your mouth keeps hanging like that. Hey, are you also drooling?” Suguru pokes Satoru, who quickly straightens up when you look his way.

You gave him a sheepish smile, and he didn’t know what the fuck you’re doing to him because he feels a hard on coming his way. Shoko notices Satoru’s flushed expression but she just continues to smoke, clearly enjoying the show.

Eventually, everyone agrees to swim in the beach and try on the jet skis that Satoru had rented. What he didn’t know though, was the fact that you’re afraid of the ocean.

You were just hugging yourself while the waves crashed against your feet. The sight looks so cute but he wants you to enjoy it, so he uses his tactics to get you to join the group.

Unfortunately for him, you’re so stubborn to stay on the shore.

“I don’t want to go, Satoru! It’s not funny! I might get eaten alive by megalodon sharks or something.”

“C’mon! I’m really tall, I can protect you! Jesus, here—” His hand intertwined with yours, causing you to blush profusely. “Just hold my hand, okay? Hell, hold onto me if you like. I can carry you!”

“Your hands are uhm, really warm.” You commented, your voice tinged with embrassment.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks at you, his gaze locking with yours. “You want me to warm you up?”

“I’m gonna kill you.” You deadpanned.

Despite your protests, you ended up trusting him to pull you in the deeper part of the ocean. He even managed to get you to ride the jetski with him, the grip you had on his waist nearly suffocating him.

Satoru didn’t want to focus on the closeness between you two— your body pressed up against his back. If he does, he might lose control and drop the both of you into the ocean.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group is observing the two of you while sipping on their Margaritas.

“God, these two.” Mei Mei muttered as she rolls her eyes. “Best slow burn romance I’ve ever seen for free.”

If anyone would glance at you and Satoru, they would immediately think you’re dating, but you’re not and it’s frustrating to anyone within your radius.

Besides her, Shoko chimed in, her voice laced with amusement. “It’s so painfully obvious that they like each other. They were comparing hand sizes earlier for god’s sake.”

“Yeah, they should just fuck already.”

-.-

“Okay, so you kiss the person the bottle’s pointing at.” Utahime explained excitedly, albeit a bit drunk.

Everyone’s gathering around the crackling bonfire bonfire, the warm glow casting dancing shadows across the sand. It was now nearing midnight and you decided to play a game to end the night, which is spin the bottle. You spent all afternoon swimming and riding the jet skis Satoru rented.

Satoru felt a bead of sweat form on his brow as the bottle nearly lands you and Suguru.

He wanted your first kiss to be with him, as selfish as that sounds. He internally cursed Shoko for suggesting this game.

It landed on Shoko and Utahime, then Shoko and Suguru, then Mei Mei and Utahime.

His nervousness escalated as the game continues. Satoru was busy praying that the bottle wouldn’t land on you and anyone that he failed to notice when the bottle finally came to a stop, pointing directly at you and him.

“Ooooh” Utahime teased you, playfully poking your arm. “It’s you and Gojo!”

You laughed nervously, shooting a helpless glance in Satoru’s direction. He wanted to protest but his curiosity outweighed his embarrassment.

He wanted to know how it feels like to kiss you.

Besides, it’s just a kiss, right?

Satoru was stunned when you hurriedly pecked him on the lips before you retreated back to your seat. His mind raced as he tries to process the fleeting touch.

He just kissed you.

He couldn’t believe it when you looked back at him with a subtle smile playing in your lips.

The rest of the night was a blur for him, not because he was drunk. Satoru’s a lightweight and you know that fact, that’s why you were drinking for him.

While everyone else is playing games and talking about anything, his mind is still stuck on the fact that you kissed him

You’re his first kiss.

And he's yours too,

The gods had answered his prayers. But that was barely a kiss in the first place, do you even want it or were you just pressured to do it?

The thought stings. So he took a couple of sips from Suguru’s beer bottle until he was tipsy enough to not think about your lips on his. Yet, with each glance in your direction, the memory of your lips on his persisted.

-.-

Satoru helped you go to your room, even if he’s a bit drunk himself. Both of you were stumbling on the way to your room, but he thankfully he managed to settle you down on the bed as gently as he could. His attempt to withdraw was no use as you pulled him down with you, your grip firm yet gentle as you clutched his hand in your sleep.

Satoru admired your sleeping state, your hair sprawled out messily on the bed and you’re gripping his hand.

Your mouth slightly open as you slept, emitting soft rhythmic breaths but then you started mumbling something—it first it was incoherent until you mumbled in a slur, “I think you’re cute.”

“Huh?” Satoru questioned, even though he heard you clearly. He just want to hear it again from you.

“I said I think you look like a sack of shit. Fuck you.” You clarified, your words still slightly intelligible and laced with frustration and humor.

“Uh-huh.” He replied, feigning ignorance, his heart fluttering at your words. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Satoru brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering momentarily against your skin.

“You know,” You started, your words slurring as you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “You’re my first kiss. It was really good even if it just lasted a second. Thank you for today, toru.”

He laughed at your intoxicated state. You just look so adorable when you’re relaxed like this, the way your features softened and your laughter bubble up freely without a care in the world.

His gaze drifted to your lips, they seemed to beckon him to give in. He definitely wants to kiss you now.

Satoru’s heart raced as he struggled to fight the urge to lean in, knowing that it was a dangerous game to play. You decided to take matters in your own hands, shifting closer to him, your face close enough that he could feel you breathe against him.

“Please, ‘Toru.” You whispered, your lips barely touching. “Please kiss me again.”

Who was he to deny you that? To deny you?

When Satoru kissed you for the second time, he took his time to savor it. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek and brushes his lips against yours.

Your lips are warm and soft, he wanted to kiss it for eternity. Literally. He feels like in cloud nine as he kisses you deeper, slipping his tongue inside as you parted your lips, earning a soft moan from you.

Satoru weight settled against you, your bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as he connected his lips against yours once more.

You taste better than any candy he has ever tasted. He might just get addicted, drunk even.

“We shouldn’t—” He sighs into your mouth. You whimpered when he pulled away, your sweet voice going straight through his dick. “I don’t want to do this like this.”

“What” a kiss. “Do” followed by another, “You,” then another “Mean?” then another.

You were peppering kisses all over his face all the while carding your hand through his hair, tugging it a bit to earn a reaction from him. He almost lost it when you squeezed him through his boxers.

Satoru managed to pull away which he clearly struggled on doing when you pout at him, lips swollen and covered with saliva and you’re looking at him with those damned doe eyes.

He pecks your lips, both of your cheeks, and he places a final kiss on your forehead, afraid that if he does more, he won’t be able to contain himself.

Satoru wants his first time with you to be special, one that’s not hazy and easy to forget. He doesn’t want it to be a mistake, like what he knows the both of you would agree upon if you talked about it in the morning.

He wanted you to remember, have it engraved in your mind and body for weeks. Satoru wants you to want him as much as he wants you, and he can’t have that in a drunken mistake.

As you both drifted together in your sleep, he held you close, his arms wrapping snugly around your waist. It was the best sleep he had in ages.

-.-

Satoru’s fear came true when you pretended like nothing happened the next morning. When he awoke, it feels like last night never happened. Your side of the bed is fixed and the only proof that you were ver there was the ache he felt on his arm, where you were laying. Sure, he was disappointed but he’s contented with anything you give him. As long as he has you by his side.

The kiss never left his mind, though.

Not even when you reached third year and you drifted apart from him little by little. His feelings for you remains the same.

When Satoru is paired up again with you for a mission in the second half of your third year, you seem different from the Y/N he remembers. Particularly because you act like the exact person that he met in your first year.

Only, you look dull.

There are heavy circles under your eyes, your lips are chapped, and you look like you’re barely holding it together. Not to mention the only words that you utter to him are only about the mission.

He got too busy honing his skills with Suguru, but he would make time for you if only you asked. But it’s like you were gone, everytime he tried to look for you, you were nowhere to be found. It’s like he barely knows you anymore.

You started to ignore him at the beginning of the school year. He noticed that you dyed your hair back to its natural color and whenever he goes.

You became a ghost in a way, and he’s left with the pieces of you that you once had shared with him. Satoru desperately wants to reach you but how can he when you’re always away? He doesn’t see you in your meeting spot anymore, you’re not in your dorm, no one gets close to you. The only time he sees you is during meetings with the higher ups and your clan.

There’s an ache in his heart that only you can heal.

So before you can run away from him again, he followed your footsteps until you reached the 7/11 store across the street. So here you are scanning along the shelves of the store, even though he knows you already know what you’re going to buy. You still haven’t noticed him, which is confusing on his part. You must’ve been so tired.

Ah, an energy drink and a box of cigarettes.

Well, maybe you’ve started avoiding him too because of that. You know he’s going to get worried.

Satoru taps your shoulder, making you yelp. You were about to shout at him but your expression softened when you saw him. “Oh, it’s just you.”

It’s the first time in months where he actually saw you up close. He misses you so much it actually makes him dizzy. Satoru stares at you for a few minutes before you poked him.

“Hello? Earth to Satoru?”

He hasn’t heard you say his name too in a while. It felt like a breath of fresh air

“You dyed your hair back to its natural color.” He pointed out.

You hummed in response before going to the drink section once more. He observes you skimming the shelves even though he knows what you’re going to buy.

You’re just passing the time because you’re too anxious to talk to him but you aren’t really good at small talks.

So he does that for you.

As you mechanically scanned the shelves, your eyes not really registering the array of products before you, Satoru noticed the evident anxiety in your every move. Wanting to bridge the gap between you two, he seized the opportunity to make you smile.

“ah yes, there’s some items on sale here.” He declared, rubbing his chin with his pointer and thumb comically.

Your quizzical expression met his as you questioned, “I don’t see any.”

Undeterred, Satoru held up a familiar item – your favorite coffee – and flashed a grin "Here," he insisted, pointing at the non-existent 'sale' label.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "It's on sale. Look. It says, 'buy one take me.'" He gestured to the imaginary tag with a theatrical flair, his infectious grin inviting you to roll your eyes at him.

Finally, you gave him a smile and you threw your head back because you’re laughing so hard. “You’re ridiculous, Gojo Satoru.”

Satoru's heart skipped a beat at the sight of your smile, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of your genuine laughter. He likes seeing you smile. He’d do anything to see you smile. Even if it’s making a fool out of himself.

You grabbed his favorite drink and 2 onigiris then you dropped your energy drink. You walked towards the counter with him following closely behind.

After you’ve paid for the food, you led him wordlessly to the back of the convenience store towards the small parking lot and you sat on the ground.

“Besides, I can’t take you.” You broke the silence, handing him his coca-cola with a tremulous smile.

“What do you mean? You’ve already taken me for granted.” Satoru attempts to joke, but his playful expression dropped when you gave him a sad smile.

“I’m getting married next year after graduation.”

Satoru suddenly felt as if the ground had dropped from beneath him. The news struck him like a blow to the chest, leaving him breathless. He chewed on his lip as he took in your confession.

So that’s why you’ve been busy.

That’s why the higher ups paid no mind to all of his minor mishaps. His heart and mind raced, why so soon? Are you really going to let them take away your right to decide who you’ll marry?

“To who?” He said quietly, fidgeting with the lid of his soda.

“Naoya Zenin.”

A wave of disbelief washed over Satoru’s face. He had only met the guy once but he knows that Zenin is an absolute prick, not to mention a misogynist and a weakling. He even made you cry on a date. But he tried to relax his jaw and stay composed for you. “Do you want to marry him?”

“No.” Your answer was swift, the word laden with a weight he could feel in his bones.

“Then don’t.” Satoru says firmly. Both of you fell silent for a while, you being defeated with the destiny your clan have paved for you.

Could he really let you go just like that? To a Zenin asshat nonetheless?

He had always imagined that the two of you would eventually end up together, you have all the time in the world after all. So why does it feel like you’re already slipping out of his arms? He’s not even sure if you like him, despite what Suguru and Ieri keep telling him.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when you leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm instinctively finds its way around you, as if shielding you from your clan, from the world. “I wish it were that simple. Nearly everything I do for my family is never what I want. I simply can’t not do it, Satoru. I need it to keep my clan powerful and relevant. I’m the only daughter of my parents. I have to do my best to make them proud.”

“Well…” He stammers a little bit when your hand finds a way to play with his hair. “what about what you want?”

“Satoru, you know my freedom is limited." You laughed bitterly. “I’m still Y/L/N’s golden child and my clan’s on the brink of exclusion at this point. We’re irrelevant now and I’m not getting any stronger or richer. My family wants to take their place in the Jujutsu World. This is something I can’t escape from anymore even if I’d rather die than to be married to someone like him.”

“Why Naoya Zenin though?” He’s getting frustrated at this point. Why were you not fighting back? Satoru couldn’t accept that, you relinquishing your freedom for the sake of others. You have already done so much.

“He’s from a well-off clan and he’s strong.” you replied, a note of bitterness tainting your words. “My dad’s also biased with the Zenin clan so… I’m all set.”

Well, he’s a Gojo and he is the strongest. He is the inheritor of the six eyes anyway. Who is Naoya Zenin compared to him?

“Well then, can you marry someone else that’s also strong?”

You scoffed, your hand leaving his hair before you prompt to fully lean your entire weight on Satoru’s side. “Yeah, but I don’t have much of a choice in the matter. Who else would I mar-”

It’s now or never.

“Me.” Satoru blurted out.

“What?”

“Me. you should just marry me instead.”

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omgeee mimi you hafta to mister yang hes such a icky and pervy old man! 💗💗 >w< every time you wear a tiny skirt he gets sooooooo sooo hard hes supposed to be your father figure but he wants to see your tiny cute pussy hehe 💗💗 he would cheat on his wife if he had one to be with a cutie younger girl (>/////<) 💗💗 !!!!!

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི daddy kink. age gap. me not making any sense below cuz I’m deeply in luv with weltie.

mister yang believed himself to be an irredeemable man. he’s taking advantage of your pure young heart . . he knows he’s a father figure of some sort and his desire to protect you birthed something much more forbidden. instead, welt found himself conjuring up thoughts of your naked body — images floating around like clouds in his mind.

pretty, doe eyes, plump trembling lips, the soft timbre of your voice, and your thighs revealed from your tiny skirts all tugged on his heartstrings. you were young enough to be his daughter and you behaved like it too. stubborn, smart, a little bit shy, and thoughtful just like how he’d want her to be, and that furthered his shame.

he painfully remembers such thoughts even when sheathing his cock between the apex of your thighs. even as he uses the flesh until his seed paints the outside of your skin. even while he slaps his fat tip on your clit—rubbing his length all over your sloppy pussy, until you’re begging for your beloved daddie to put it in.

welt knows better than to chase after such young women, specifically ones that idolize him paternally but you make it difficult to keep away. he is not immune to your naivety, your eagerness to please, and that tiny little cunt he can spend hours fucking. your moans, so innocent and docile can send waves of burning pleasure straight to his cock.

especially when you whine out “mr. yang” and he has to coax you into calling him daddie instead.

“I think we are way past the point of you speaking to me so professionally, wouldn’t you agree ?”

he’s reserved, even when fisting your skirt and pumping your limp body up and down his leaky cock. welt draws patterns on your skin, his sanity slowly weakens with each drag of his hips despite appearing the opposite.

he’s been good at being avoidant around you. he’s been able to refrain from touching, only settling on looking but now that you're finally underneath him, petite cunt gaping, his control is no longer within reach.

“daddy —dada” you hiccup in between shallow breaths. the force of his thrusts robbing the air you breathe and you are forced to dig your nails on the wooden desk to keep yourself steady. every probe of his tip rubs your insides stroking the warmth inside of you to flames.

“that’s much better, sweetie . . “ his thumb rubs the sides of your lips collecting the drool escaping.

“how beautiful .” he dips his finger in your mouth and presses down on your tongue. your lips pulled together, puckering around the digit obediently as you begin to suckle.

“daddy is so proud of you. look how good you are for me.” he angles himself to fuck you deeper, your breast jumping with every jerk of hips

“hnn— too much—!” you babble with his appendage still buried in your mouth. your tight cunt puffed and creamed from his cock as you grew restless. welt didn’t slow down, he huffs into the side of your neck,

“It’s okay, i got you. relax for me.”

his other hand reached down to play with your sodden clit.

“papa isn’t done with you yet, I have a pretty pussy to fill.”

welt babbles. he’s a man with infinite wisdom. he’s so mature and so articulate. he has to express how fascinating you are. was this the body of a younger woman? so soft to the touch, so wet and tight ?

he has an analytical mind, it is only natural that your daddie takes his time to caress and suck every inch of you. and he’s unintentionally foul-mouthed. he has a habit of talking too much and describing every detail . he pulls his cock out from between your walls and all he can talk about how amazing it is to see your hole gape from his cock. he’s enamored by your chubby lips being split apart to welcome him.

“your pussy appears to be swollen. . . It seems like it was my doing,” and you can even detect something shy of cockiness in his inflection.

welt zeroes in on every twitch every squelch and he has to describe in vivid detail. even the drip of your cunt from the sound of his deep voice . . he’s so <33

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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader x Vanny [Mine, Yours, Ours] 18+ Smut

(gif by me)

Vanessa gets jealous, so she decides to let Vanny handle things. Content: SMUT, Top!Vanny, Bot!Vanessa, Switch!Reader, Love Confessions, First Kiss Warnings: SMUT, Blood, Murder (cute killer vanny uwu), Split Personality WC: 2,956

Vanessa had been gritting her teeth for the past hour. You had invited her out to a bar along with a few of your friends, you were on the night shift for the entirety of the last week and you wanted to spend some time with her and your other friends. Vanessa was more than happy to agree, she hadn't been out in so long. The only problem she had with being out was her other self: Vanny. She was always so worried about the psychotic murderer making an appearance, but she took a deep breath and told herself nothing would happen tonight. Hopefully.

Watching you from across the room was painful as a couple guys had offered to buy you drinks, and of course you had agreed to one of them finally. Vanessa hadn't admitted it to you yet, but she had fell hard for you way back when you started working at Freddy's. The only thing holding her back was Vanny. You knew about her other personality of course, but she didn't want to put you through her problems. Her heart ached whenever she was near you and it was becoming increasingly harder to resist her own feelings.

Vanessa was indeed surprised that you wanted to get to know and understand Vanny, but she had been resistant to let you.

Vanny had fell for you hard, too. The crazed woman would do literally anything for you at this point. Vanessa knew Vanny would stalk you and ensure your safety if she let her, but she managed to hold Vanny back from becoming too obsessed.

The smile on your face as some alcohol-fuelled guy leaned against the bar next to you was clear, making Vanessa grip her drink harder.

"Hey pretty lady-" some guy decided to take a chance with Vanessa.

"Get lost," her voice was dark and loud, a lot more mean than she intended. She knew Vanny was trying to surface.

The guy scoffed before walking away.

Vanessa shook her head, quickly trying to get rid of Vanny's impending appearance. She felt her hands shake, slowly starting to lose control of herself.

When the random idiot placed a hand on your arm and handed you another drink, Vanessa froze. Her heartrate had picked up and her breathing was heavy.

Come on, Nessy.

The voice in her head teased. She shook her head again.

Y/N is ours.

The voice was angry. Vanessa could feel Vanny's possessiveness flow throughout her, she would be lying if she said she didn't want you to be hers too.

Mine. Yours. Ours.

She bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. Vanessa muttered to herself, "Get rid of him," she couldn't quite believe her own words, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold Vanny back for much longer. She would much rather have her other self deal with this anyways.

A glitched out laugh flooded her head before she snapped her eyes shut.

The blonde's hand gripped the glass harder before quickly downing the drink in one go.

Vanny grimaced at the taste, she would never know how her other self could drink something like this. She slammed the glass onto the table, a single crack forming up the side of it from the sheer force.

She stood up and started to make her way towards you. An annoying man had stopped her in her tracks and drunkenly asked her to come back to his place. If Vanny wasn't so focused on getting to you, that man would've died right on the spot. She instead gave him a harsh shove, causing him to fall into another man. Of course they were both drunk and started to brawl it out. Vanny smirked in response before focusing back on you.

"Sooo... Wanna get out of here, or-?"

Vanny grabbed the guy and pulled him away from you, her ears burned at the words she had just heard him utter to you.

"Oh! Hey, Nessy!" you smiled at her, you were concerned about why she was being handsy with the guy, "Nessy, this is-"

Vanny cut you off, "I don't care," a growl left her lips before she gripped the man's collar and dragged him away.

"H-Hey! Wait-!" you exclaimed, quickly following her. You were slightly taken aback by the way Vanessa spoke to you... Crowds of people slowed you down as you made your way through the bar.

The blonde had moved past the brawl she had previously caused, security were too busy focusing on them to even notice her forcefully dragging the man out of the back door.

"If you wanted a piece of me, you should've just asked," he smirked before winking at Vanny as they made it to the dark alleyway, "Maybe you're little friend will like to join us." He moved to pin Vanny to the dirty wall.

Vanny couldn't even believe the audacity of this guy. She shoved him away, his back hit the opposite wall hard.

"You really believe I'd want someone like you?" she said, a sinister look in her eyes, "Don't ever touch Y/N again," she warned.

He laughed in her face, "Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it? I think she realllllly likes me. Gonna take her back to my apartment whether you like it or not."

Without warning, Vanny reached down towards the floor and picked up an old discarded glass bottle. She smashed it against the wall next to the man's head, shattering it. She grabbed a single shard, blood flowing down her fingers - but of course she didn't care.

"Y-You aren't serious," the man stuttered in disbelief, "Get the fuck away from me you crazy-!"

A satisfied sigh left Vanny as she drove the glass shard deep into the man's stomach, he immediately tried to punch and kick her, "I love it when they struggle," she simply smiled at him, "Y/N is mine."

The man gasped under her grip, trying to push her away. Vanny wasn't about to let him leave as she twisted the glass, going as deep as she could.

"Vanessa!" a shocked gasp sounded from behind her.

Vanny forcefully withdrew the glass before throwing it into the nearby dumpster. She stepped away, the man crumpled to the floor grasping at his wound to stop the bleeding. Vanny was sometimes glad that her other self was a cop... It would be easy to cover this up. The force would believe her when she claimed it as self defence.

The amount of blood pooling on the floor was confirmation enough for Vanny that he would indeed die right here. She always made sure her victims were sure to pass.

Tears flooded into your eyes and you took a step back, "W-Why-?"

Vanny turned to you and wasted no time in walking over, her hand grabbed your jaw possessively, "You're mine," she didn't care that she was smearing blood across your chin.

You gulped, unsure as to whether or you not you should be scared, "V-Vanny?" you whispered, slowly realising that this wasn't Vanessa.

Without warning, Vanny lunged forward to capture your lips with hers in a bruising and needy kiss.

"Nobody gets to look at you like that again," Vanny warned, "I'd kill anyone for you, Y/N," her lips moved down to your neck, her teeth immediately piercing your skin to claim you, "Mine."

"V-Van-" your breathing picked up, fear and arousal were flooding through you. Vanny briefly stepped away to head back over to the unconscious body and shove it behind a bin to hide it.

"She loves you so much. So do I," Vanny confirmed as she looked back at you, "She's too scared to tell you. But I'm not."

Vanny grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the alley, the blood on her fingers was wet against yours, "What about-?" your eyes glanced over at the bin.

"Shhh..." Vanny hushed you, "Vanessa will deal with it later," she wasted no time in dragging you over to Vanessa's cop car at the back of the parking lot. She opened the back door and you hopped in without questioning what her motives were here.

You were soon pinned down to the backseat, the blonde above you grinding her knee down against your core.

"I didn't know you felt the same way," you whispered, threading your hands through her messy blonde hair bringing her down into a kiss.

"We have for a long time," Vanny groaned, her hands sliding down the sides of your body. Her fingers started to play with the hem of your pants, but you quickly froze and shook your head to escape from the kiss.

"W-Wait! The blood!" you really weren't into getting blood all over you, you needed her to somehow clean up.

Rolling her eyes, Vanny leaned over into the front seat. She knew that Vanessa kept some wipes in the side door somewhere.

Eventually, the blonde was back on top of you. Dirty wet wipes were thrown into the front seat.

She helped you remove your pants and your shirt, drooling as she eyed your body under the dim light of some nearby lamp posts.

You would be lying if you said you weren't scared. Vanny had literally just murdered somebody minutes before... But deep down you knew she couldn't help it. You knew that this was just a psychotic personality that she couldn't control. Thankfully, the lust and arousal was much greater than fear. You needed her. You needed them both. Now.

"Our little bunny," Vanny groaned before ripping your bra and tossing it to the front of the car.

"Nessy- Vanny-," you mumbled as Vanny's hands played with your chest, her fingers rolled your nipples as she leaned down to shove her tongue into your mouth. You moaned under her touch as one of her hands trailed down your stomach. A whimper escaped you as you bucked your hips up into her hand as her fingers found your swollen clit underneath your panties.

"Already so wet..."

She moved her head down to take a nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling around it eliciting various moans from you. She hummed against your skin before prodding your entrance with her fingers.

"Mine," Vanny had said numerous times as she pushed a finger into your throbbing pussy. Feeling how tight you are was making her crazy. She took it slow at first, gathering your wetness around her finger.

Your hands gripped Vanny's blonde hair as you grinded your hips as much as you could in the cramped space, craving more friction.

"Vanessa, please-!" Vanny growled upon hearing her other self's name.

Another finger was soon added as she dragged them across your sweet spot.

"Fuck, Y/N," she bit your nipple lightly, "You're just as fucked up as me. All wet and needy even though I just killed a poor man..." she teased looking up at your face, she captured your lips with hers again.

All you could do was whimper as she pumped her fingers faster, adding another along the way. Her thumb brushed against your clit, drawing small circles.

"V-Vanny!" you called her name, the blonde purred in appreciation.

"Does my little bunny want to come for me? For us?" she cooed before peppering kisses along your jaw, scraping her teeth against your skin. Her mouth found your pulse point and sucked hard. Her fingers moved faster and harder, almost animalistic.

You nodded frantically, "Y-Yes! I-!"

She pressed her fingers to the sweet spot inside you and rubbed your clit faster. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tightness inside you snapped, your orgasm washed over you. You shivered under her touch with a final moan, throwing your head back against the seat.

"Good girl... Good bunny..." she continued to move her fingers in and out slowly, prolonging your orgasm as best she could, "All mine..."

You whimpered when she finally removed her fingers, you already missed the feeling of being so full. Your hands clawed at her clothed arms as she brough a finger to her mouth, she was desperate to taste you as her mouth closed around her finger. She moaned at the taste before releasing her finger with a pop.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, the car was extremely hot and the windows were completely steamed.

Vanny continued to lick up and down your neck, humming at the mixed taste of your wetness and the salty sweat.

"You think it's Vanessa's turn now?" she grinned into your neck, "Wouldn't want her to miss out on you..."

Your thighs shook and your pussy clenched around nothing, already desperate for Vanessa to take over, "Please..." you agreed.

She kissed you once more.

The blonde soon collapsed on top of you, her body pinning you harshly down onto the seat.

You couldn't help but groan at the contact.

"Y-Y/N-?" Vanessa... Her voice was soft and confused.

"Nessy," you sighed in relief.

"What-?"

Her confusion was soon replaced by arousal as you managed to flip her over, hovering above her. Her face soon reddened as she realised that you were very much naked on top of her right now.

"Vanny told me how you feel. I feel the same way," you smiled leaning down to give her a short but sweet kiss, "I want to show you how much I love you, Vanessa."

This definitely wasn't what Vanessa was expecting to wake up to... This was a huge shock. But she would definitely have to thank her other personality for this later.

She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that you had these feelings, especially after seeing you with that guy in the bar...

You muttered, "I would've never gone with him... It's always been you."

Finally, you removed Vanessa's clothes. Your jaw dropped upon seeing her body after waiting for so long.

"So beautiful, Nessy," you muttered, pressing soft kisses to her neck. Vanessa's arms came up to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You wasted no time in gently rubbing your fingers up and down her folds, your own arousal was already starting to grow again as you felt how wet she was.

"Vanny was so good to me," you groaned, "But I want you more," you reassured her.

Vanessa whimpered at your words, her nails scraping down your back as your fingers finally grazed her clit. You searched her eyes, asking for permission as your fingers brushed her entrance. She nodded without hesitation, tensing once you inserted two fingers.

You couldn't help but moan and the wet heat.

Vanessa pulled you back down for a soft kiss and you began to pump your fingers slowly, enjoying her small moans and whimpers she let out.

You guessed that Vanny's arousal had affected Vanessa heavily and quickly as she couldn't stop herself from humping up into your hand. Your palm passed over her clit causing her thighs to shake as her impending orgasm built up inside her.

"Please, Y/N," she gasped, throwing her head back.

You dragged your fingers against her sweet spot, coaxing the orgasm out of her, "Come for me, 'Nessa," you pleaded as your mouth found her left breast, teeth scraping over her nipple. A loud and long moan left Vanessa's mouth as she clenched around your fingers. She held the back of your head against her firmly, pressing her chest up towards you - needing you.

"Fuck, Y/N- I'm coming-!" her voice was cut off by a satisfied groan as her orgasm washed over her, she continued to grind into your hand with need as you dragged out her orgasm.

"That's it... Good girl, Nessy," you praised her, kissing her collarbone sweetly.

She shivered under your touch as you slowly removed your fingers, you bit your lips upon seeing just how wet she had made them. Vanessa gulped as her blush reddened even more upon seeing you lick your fingers clean.

You and Vanessa laid there basking in each others presence, smiling into the small kisses you were exchanging.

Finally, you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths.

Vanessa cleared her throat, awkwardly, turning away from you, "That was... something," she bit her lip.

You laughed slightly, "Yeah..."

Vanessa's hand came up to rest on your jaw, her thumb rubbing your cheek, "I'm sorry I never told you how I felt, Y/N... I-I don't know what Vanny did but I can only apologise for whatever it was."

"It's fine. I'll tell you later," you weren't really prepared to talk about it just yet...

A smug smile appeared on her face, "You love me, hmm?" she teased.

"Oh shut up. You told me first- Well Vanny told me first... But still..."

She brought you down for a kiss, "She's right. I love you, Y/N. I was just so scared of getting you involved with Vanny."

"I'll manage," you tried to convince yourself, "I either have you both or neither. I want both of you Nessy. I love you both."

She nodded, tears filling her eyes at the thought of someone finally wanting to get to know her and accept her other self.

She really hated Vanny. She really did. But just for tonight, she loved her to bits.

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