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tinder 2.0 || fuckboy! Gojo satoru

part 1 | PART 3

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synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after playboy

word count: 6,907

summary: fem!reader, drug usage, toxic satoru, **smut at the end **

much to your dismay, satoru didn't respond to your last message, in fact, it had been a couple days since your conversation with him.

you wondered if that means he's given up. you kept telling yourself not to waste your time thinking about it and even went to the length of deleting the app so you would stop checking it every hour.

just like how you had over 100 matches, he probably had thousands and you were nothing but a number to him. after all, tinder was mainly filled with horny people wanting an easy fuck and a quick ego boost and satoru gojo seemed to fit those criteria perfectly.

"so you find any hot guys yet?"

you get pulled out of your thoughts by nobara, who was flicking through a magazine with her feet propped up in your lap.

"no," you scoffed, then you trail off as gojo crossed your mind, "well, there is this one guy..."

"who? are you going to show me the chat? hello?" nobara dramatically waved her hands in front of her face, already impatient for the details.

"don't judge me alright?" you giggled softly, "he's the biggest dickhead and it's disgusting how he talks to women but-"

"less talking, more showing," she snapped her fingers and laid her palm out for you to hand your phone over.

"wait, i need to redownload it," you muttered, hastily opening up the app store.

"why did you delete it?"

"because..." you said as you watch the app download onto your phone, "i was checking the app so often, it was unhealthy."

you passed your phone with his profile opened up and instantly she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"damn," she brings her phone up to her eyes so she could admire every detail of his photos, "how can somebody be this hot? are you sure he's not a catfish?"

"i don't think so, he wanted to facetime me," you said, "but read our chat from the start and you'll probably judge me for liking him."

she clicks on the conversation between you two and you notice that he finally replied. your breath hitched and you leaned over to see what he said.

gojo: lets just skip the facetime

gojo: let me take you out tonight , i'll send you my drivers license is that good enough for you princess?

you open up the image he sent and internally screamed at how perfect he looked in his license photo. you felt your stomach twist and turn at the thought of meeting up with him as you tried to envision what he would even be like in real life.

"you need to fuck him," she looks up from your phone with a serious expression, "if any other men spoke to me like that, it's a hell no. but he's an exception, i don't blame you. plus, it's tinder, who cares if he skipped the small talk."

"i'm so glad you understand me," you felt a sense of relief to hear nobara say those words. you leaned back into the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest.

you don't notice nobara typing on your phone with a mischievous grin and your heart drops when you get your phone back and you see what she had sent.

you: that's good enough for me daddy x pick me up at 8

"nobara!" you shriek, your face heated up and you throw your phone at the ground in horror, "he's going to think i'm a freak! it doesn't even make sense to call him daddy in that context-"

nobara bursted into laughter as she watched you panic, "y/n, he literally asked you for sex, he's going to like it in any context. he's probably jacking off right this second."

"yeah but-ugh, you're so fucking annoying!" your voice was still raised and you let out an exasperated sigh, knowing it was too late to do anything, "i just don't want him to think he's going to get laid, if he turns out to be a horrible person, i'm going to go home-"

"relax and just shut up and get ready," nobara interrupts you, ignoring your glare and pulled you up from the couch.

your friend ignores your protests and forced you to shower so she can help you get ready. you were hoping you'd have time to roll a joint to help you ease the nerves, but nobara took up all the time you had- treating you like her human sized barbie doll.

after several outfit changes and having to experiment with three different makeup styles, you finally met nobara's approval for your 'date'.

"fuck i'm scared," you turned to your friend from the mirror, looking for reassurance. you were wearing a backless long-sleeved top paired with a black midi skirt and a pair of kitten heels. nothing too flashy but not too conservative either.

"geez, you're acting like it's your first time! you look hot as fuck he's probably going to jizz in his pants at the sight of you," nobara waved her hands and rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone to see what he said.

gojo: 5 away.

you gulped nervously and watched the clock by the minute until you heard a car pull in. nobara jumped up, smiling from ear to ear, looking just as excited as you. she started to aggressively pull you to the door to hurry you up, slapping your ass on your way out.

"okay love you bye," you beamed at her.

"call me if anything happens! tell him i got his license and everything!" she calls out after you and you nod.

your eyes fall on the sleek black mercedes parked in front, the exterior was so shiny it seemed like it was just driven out of the show room. your heart begins to race in anticipation and anxiousness as you walk towards the car.

you take a deep breath and open the door, carefully sliding in and the smell of weed and air freshener instantly hits your nose. you're stunned at the sight of him, he was even better looking in real life. his gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your appearance with a small smirk on his lips.

"hey," he breaks the small silence, his ocean blue eyes glistening with amusement. his voice brings you back to reality and you feel self conscious, unsure of what he found funny.

"hi," you greet him back. you hated that you were feeling so timid.

his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin as he shamelessly checked you out like you were a piece of meat. your heart stops when he leans in, and your reflexes pull you back in surprise.

his face was now close to yours and he lets out a small laugh before leaning in further to reach for your seat belt and buckled you in.

"i can do that myself," you muttered, tucking in your hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed at your reaction.

"but you called me daddy," he cocks his head to you, feigning a look of confusion, "so i'm just making sure my baby's buckled in safely-"

"shut up!" you cut him off as your face heats up, giving him a small punch on the shoulder.

"getting physical already," he whistled as he began driving, he turns to you with that same smirk that irked you, "i like it. should we just skip the dinner and go back to mine?"

"no," you said firmly in a blunt tone as you tried to pretend you weren't flustered, "by the way, that wasn't me. that was my friend who went on my phone."

"you look hot tonight by the way," he ignored your last comment and casually places a hand on your knee, causing your breath to hitch, "all dolled up for me, i'm so lucky aren't i?"

his palm against your burning skin sent goosebumps up your spine, you look down and couldn't help but admire how big and slender his fingers were. you don't brush his hand off and look out the window. even though he was acting like a jerk within the first few minutes, you secretly enjoyed his relentless flirting.

"i always go around like this," you lied.

"okay, love."

so fucking arrogant, you think disgruntledly.

soon enough, you arrive at the steakhouse you chose last minute. you get out first, smoothing down your skirt as you waited for him. he got out of his car with sunglasses on- which you thought was very strange- and slowly walks over to you.

he places his large hand on your hips and pulls you to start walking. "come on princess, let's go," he said with his eyes straight ahead.

he did this so casually like this was normal for him to be so touchy with someone he just met. you, on the other hand, weren't used to this at all. for 20 years of your life, you've only been with three guys and you made them all wait months to even be able to kiss you.

"why are you wearing sunglasses at night time?"

"because i don't want too much attention," he smiled at you and you scoff but say nothing.

"can i order for us?" he asked once you get sat down at your table, putting down the menu, with his blue eyes peeking up at you from the black-rimmed glasses.

"yeah i guess," you shrugged, "just don't order me something shit."

"that depends on how you'd define shit," he smiled, " two steaks okay?"

"make it rare," you nodded and thank the waiter for pouring the water.

"you like your meat raw huh?" his face was straight but burst into a grin as he watched your reaction slowly change from flustered to offended as your mind registered the joke.

you learn that he was seriously a teacher at some high school, and you let him know you feel bad for his students for having such a perverted teacher, to which he laughed in response.

"of course, i don't say anything inappropriate to the girls," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"right," you scoffed and let him pour you another glass.

"so why are you on tinder? just for a fuck or hoping to lock down a poor fella?"

"to be honest," you stop to swallow your food and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before continuing, "i'm just on it because i'm single and bored and the attention is fun."

"fair," he nodded in agreement, "i'm on it just for an easy root."

i didn't ask you jerk. "that's something so obvious that you don't even need to say it out loud," you narrowed your eyes and take another sip of your wine to wash down the food, "especially on a date."

you feel his foot gently touch your ankle, which you ignored and kept eating. you look up from your plate to see him still staring at you and you rolled your eyes.

"can you focus on eating?" you snapped, feeling self conscious with the fact that he was practically watching you eat while his food was going cold.

"it's a shit steak," he chuckled and pushed you his plate, "you want mine too?"

"yeah but don't expect me to pay," you shrugged, taking his steak with your fork and knife.

"wow, you caught me," he places both hands up.

thanks to the three glasses of wine, you warmed up to him fairly quickly by the end of dinner. aside from his frequent sexual innuendos and remarks, he was a nice guy and knew how to actually pay interest in what you had to say.

"i am stuffed," satoru stretched out his arms the moment you exited the restaurant, turning to you with a grin, "you know what else i'm stuffing tonight?"

"you didn't even eat, you just said that so you can make that lame joke," you laughed. it was pretty obvious you were drunk and started to find him humorous.

he smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. it felt a lot more natural for you to be in his arms now, almost like you've done it a million times in the past. he smelt like a mixture of fresh laundry and cologne, a scent that smelt strangely nostalgic. you lean your head against him, closing your eyes as your vision was slightly blurry.

"don't be falling asleep on me now," he slides his hand down and gives your lower waist a squeeze. you open your eyes and find his mouth hovering over your ear, "save that for after."

you look up at him and those dreamy blue orbs were staring into you through his thick lashes with his lips curled into a small smirk. maybe it was because you were intoxicated, but you swore you could see them sparkling as if they were studded with stars.

he opens the car door for you and helps you get in, buckling you in like he did before.

"you're so confusing, one second you act like a jerk then you're a gentlemen the next," your words were slurred and you poke a finger at his hard bicep, "stick to one personality."

"i treat my woman good, what's wrong with that?" he shrugged, starting up the car. he paused and turned to you with a straight face, "now's your chance to decide if you're sober enough to come back to mine or get dropped off home."

"yours," you answer and his face breaks out into a smug grin.

he begins driving and it wasn't long until his hand found it's way to your leg. his touch felt cold against your hot skin that was burning from the alcohol. you bite the inside of your cheek and press your head against the cool window. your stomach began churning and not in a good way- and that's when you realised you drank a bit too much.

you didn't want to look at him, worried you'll say something stupid as you didn't trust your current state of mind.

satoru started stroking your thigh, you gulp as it slowly inches further up. it wasn't like you didn't want it but right now, you were more focused on keeping your dinner down.

you shift in your seat and stop his hand with yours, still keeping your attention away from him. he looks at you with slight confusion but retrieves his arm, placing it back on the wheel.

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"i might've had too many glasses," you shook your head, closing your eyes to ease your pounding head. the smoothness of the car ride was starting to make you feel more nauseous by the minute, "it's this car that's making me sick."

"sorry about it princess," he chortled, slowing the speed down and opened the windows "let me know if you'd like this shitbox to pull over if you need to let it out."

"don't talk about vomiting," you groan as a more intense wave of nausea washes over you at the mention of it

"you can't handle your alcohol can you?"

you don't answer and keep your head out the window, wishing this would pass. your worst nightmare would be to vomit in front of him.

"i'm not usually like this, it must've been something i had," you said.

your hands are gripped onto the car door as you ride the nerves and the car finally pulls into a gated driveway that leads up to skyrise apartments.

he drove into an underground basement and you start to feel a tad better as the car park to a halt. "you good?" he checked in on you again once he's finished parking and you give a small nod.

you follow him out of the car and into the elevator. your balance was distorted and you slightly stumbled as you walked, which satoru took notice of and sighed.

"maybe i should've taken you home," he said, holding you by your shoulders to help you balance on your feet.

you keep quiet and focus your eyes on the marbled floor, grimacing at the sensation of your ears popping as you waited to reach the 40th level.

"i'm not even drunk," you lied straight through your teeth, blinking profusely at him, believing somehow that will convince him of your sobriety.

he chuckled at your statement and grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips were pouting like a pufferfish. he stares down into your eyes with a playful glint, "your face and eyes are red like a tomato, you can't walk properly and you're twitching like you're having a seizure. i think you are drunk."

your jaw dropped at his apartment which happened to be a penthouse overlooking the entire north of tokyo. you had never been in an apartment with such tall ceilings and wide living space and found yourself starstruck at the view of the skyline.

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, watching you be amazed by his home and plops himself on his beige sofa with his brows knitted into a small frown, stroking his chin, "why would you even let yourself get this wasted?"

"it's my fault?" you look away from the view, voice starting to raise, the alcohol was not helping you control your emotions. you stomp over to him with narrowed eyes, "you are such a fucking jerk, you think i want to feel like vomiting? i told you it's something i had-"

"okay, calm down first of all, i'm sorry," he cuts your rant off and grabs your hands to pull your weight down to the sofa, making you clumsily fall next to him, "and secondly, you can't blame me for being frustrated. you're the one who decided to pretty up like this and now you're too drunk, it's a bit of a tease isn't it? it's not my fault i want to fuck the shit out of you."

even in your drunk state, you were gobsmacked at the way he said it so calmly and confidently. you tried to say something back, but then you feel your dinner churn violently in your stomach, almost threatening to come back up your throat. you start to gag and put your hands to your mouth, turning to satoru with panic.

satoru was visibly freaking out and points to a door down the hallway, "can you make it to the toilet?"

you shake your head and gesture your hand to signal him to fetch you something. he runs to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag and sprints back, but he was too late.

he stared down at cream woollen rug that was soaked in your vomit. the room felt silent, until you feel the second wave of nausea and begin spewing uncontrollably again.

"oh fuck, i'm sorry," you mumbled, groaning as you drop to the floor. you instantly felt better though.

"fuck me," he exhales deeply, pinching the corner of his nose and walked off.

he shortly returns with a towel and tosses it into your pool of vomit.

"just leave it, i'll get somebody to clean it tomorrow," he said, stopping you from cleaning it up and you feel a second towel drop to your head as well as a shirt, "you can use this to shower and change, you got shit all over yourself now."

he noticed you didn't move and pulled you up by your arms, "come on. don't be embarrassed just because you vomit all over my rug that i bought a couple weeks ago."

"i'm sorry," you apologised again, shrugging his arms off, "i'll shower and leave."

he didn't answer and let you walk yourself to the bathroom. you make sure to take a quick shower, hurriedly washing out the vomit in your hair as you didn't want to spend another minute in his apartment. you knew you overstayed your welcome and he's probably never going to see you again.

you didn't have to be sober to take the hint that he was disappointed and annoyed he can't fuck you, you were just wasting his time by this point.

"don't leave," he says the moment you step out of the bathroom.

you pause in your tracks and stopped drying your hair, unsure what to say, and he clears his throat, continuing, "because taxi is going to be at least $300, which i don't want to pay for and i also can't be bothered dropping you off."

oh.

"okay, well, i can't afford that either... i'll just sleep on the couch if you don't mind and i'll catch the first train home," you awkwardly shuffle over. you notice his eyes lingering on your chest and you quickly cross your arm, realising you weren't wearing a bra underneath the white shirt he let you borrow.

"you take what i say too seriously," he said with a strange look in his eyes that contrasted his usual playful nature, "i'll show you the spare room."

you follow him up the stairs and he takes you to a room that was the size of your own apartment, "there's filtered water in the fridge and text me if you need anything," he said bluntly, before closing the door behind him.

you tried not to let his change of tone bother you and laid back on the soft, king sized bed.

"whatever," you muttered to yourself as you stretched your limbs and take out your phone to call nobara. you chew on your lip as you wait for her to answer.

"hello?"

"i vomitted in his house," you blurt out and then explain to her a slight hazy recount of the dinner and how you ended up ruining his expensive rug.

"well, i only got one thing to say," nobara spoke over the phone, "you fucked up bad, if i were him, i'd never want to see you again."

"i figured," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "i don't even want to stay the night, i just feel so embarrassed."

"wait, he's letting you stay the night?"

"i mean i offered to leave but he said he can't be bothered to drop me off or pay for my taxi and i can't afford it either.." you replied.

nobara starts laughing, "this guy drives a mercedes and live in a penthouse in tokyo, $300 means nothing to him. he clearly just wants you to say."

you frown at her ridiculous theory, "no you don't understand, he literally said he's annoyed that i got drunk and the way he talks to me now has totally changed-"

"you are so stupid y/n," nobara sighed, "listen, you're sober enough to hold up a conversation. go into his room and fuck him right now."

"what no! did you not listen? i vomitted on his rug, why would he want to slee-"

"don't you want to fuck him too?" nobara cuts you off again, "he's giving you space because he think's you're too drunk, not because he doesn't want to fuck. plus, what do you have to lose? you already humiliated yourself."

you don't say anything and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"live a little for once in your fucking life," nobara continued, knowing you were contemplating your options, "i'm off to bed, don't forget to use a condom."

and with that she hung up, leaving you in deep thoughts. i do want to fuck him, but what if he doesn't want to fuck me anymore?

you shake your head and pulled at your hair in frustration. you hated that you were always full of second guesses and doubts and just like nobara had said, you should loosen up for once.

"okay, i got this," you give your cheeks a light slap to wake yourself up from the drowsiness and inhaled deeply to calm your racing heart.

you were already stumbling down the corridor despite trying to be quiet walk on your tippy toes. you then realised you had no way of finding out which door was to his room and you didn't want him to think you're creeping around his home.

"the fuck am i doing," you sigh to yourself, realising how stupid it was to just knock at his door, and spin on your heels to retreat back to your room.

you jump when you realise satoru was standing at the stairs with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other. he was changed into a loose t-shirt that hung over his broad frame and tight sweatpants.

"yeah what are you doing? shouldn't you be knocked out from all that vomitting?" he perked at eyebrow at you.

"i-i um was just u-uh seeing if you got," you began stuttering, trailing off as your mind turned blank.

"uh- i-uh?" he mimicked your stutter, making you shoot a fierce glare in his direction.

"i need makeup remover," you announced with your chin held up as you tried to play it off. even though you were in no position to be annoyed, his banter agitated you.

"i got a bar of soap?"

"forget about it," you say flatly, feeling deflated at how pathetic you were acting, "goodnight."

nobara was wrong. it was too late and he was clearly turned off by you. you didn't blame him though, projectile vomiting chunks of steak and chips onto his nice rug wasn't the most attractive sight.

"you want to sit out with me while i smoke this blunt?"

you turn around, "okay," your voice came out cheerful and you quickly adjust your face, not wanting to seem too excited at his invitation.

he led you to a balcony on the other side of the second floor. the scenery of the glistening city lights took the breath out of you, leaving you speechless.

"how the fuck can a teacher's salary afford this?" you leaned over the stone balcony and stared down at the small buildings and the cars that looked like ants.

"i'm a special teacher," he chuckled, taking a seat on his patio couch. he laid his beer down on the table and started to light the blunt, "there's water next to you, you should stay hydrated before you end up vomiting again."

"will you please stop bringing that up?" you rolled your eyes and take a seat next to him, "i swear you're doing it to annoy me."

he smoked his blunt, offering you a puff which you declined. "so what's the actual reason you came out of your room? were you tryna find me?"

"no," you lied, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze.

"you're an awful liar," he chuckled, taking a long draw out of his blunt, he takes a couple more draws and sips of his beer before continuing, "why are you sitting so far away from me?"

you look down at the small gap between you two and frown back at him, "i'm literally just sitting next to you."

"not close enough," he murmered and pulled you by the waist to close the distance.

his face was close to yours now and you could feel his eyes staring into you while you kept your head slightly turned. you felt nervous again and felt your hands go clammy.

"aw, you're shy," he said in a low voice, the ends of his lips curled up, "it's cute."

"i'm not being shy," you meekly defend yourself, looking up at him to meet his eyes as you try to ignore the monstrous butterflies eating away at your stomach, "you just... do things out of the blue."

"right," he said and leaned over to the ash tray to put out his half smoked blunt. he takes a sip of his beer again before returning back to his original position, "so do i need to make an announcement before i do this?" his voice low and husky.

"huh?" you barely managed to respond before he pressed his lips against yours. at first, you were too shocked to react, but then you felt yourself melting into him. the kiss was soft and gentle, his large hands cupping your face, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent, his tongue starting to explore yours and his hands move down to your waist, pulling you in closer if that was even possible.

the flavor of him lingered on your tongue - a heady combination of alcohol, mint, and weed. it was a taste that left you craving more, but just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away with a grin, leaving you breathless.

"you did it again," you put your hand to your slightly swollen lips and looked away from him, annoyed that he found this to be funny.

"it's hard to control myself around you," he gently grabs a tuft of your hair and pulled at it.

"why do you keep pulling at my hair like that?" you take your hair out of his fingers.

"just trying to show you what i would like to do to you."

just do it, just go for it the voice in your head was getting louder by the second and without thinking, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

this time, he wasted no second to explore your mouth. his hands on your get body gets rougher as they explored your body and the kiss gets more aggressive. a small moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on your neck, causing him to halt and look up at you through his heavy lids.

"you like that huh?" he gives you a crooked smile and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hand now squeezing your ass with your skirt pulled up. he was kneading it so roughly you were certain your they were going to be bruised the next morning.

you let him pepper kisses down your body, getting up to help him take your shirt off. he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before attaching his lips around your nipple. you let out a yelp as he began sucking on it like he's been starved for days and your hips grind down onto the bulge sticking out of his sweatpants.

he lets out a small growl and tugs at your nipple with his teeth, looking up at you with dark eyes. your hand snakes down his stomach and you grab his cock, stroking it through his pants while peering down at him with your hair and tits shoved into his face. you notice a stain on his pants and smile down at him.

"you know what you're doing," he grunts as your grip around the bulge gets tighter and your strokes get quicker. he shoves you off, causing you to fall back onto the couch, heavily panting as you watch him take his shirt off.

your hands instantly go to his chiselled chest and abs as he leans over you, hands dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you whimper a little as his palms rubbed your inner thighs, hating every second of his teasing.

he smiled against your lips as his fingers slip past your panties. he pulled away and stared down into your eyes as you feel him slowly rub your clit. he loved watching you slowly lose control of your body.

you moan loudly and you push your hip up, wanting more of his touch. "stop teasing me," you whined, feeling yourself get wetter as he softly pressed down onto your sensitive nub. you didn't care if you were stroking his ego, you just wanted to feel something inside of you.

"what's the rush? we got the entire night," he said in a low tone, sporting his signature smirk then roughly pushed your knees wide open.

you gasp at the sensation of the cool air hitting your bare pussy. he doesn't hesitate to shove his face between your thighs, taking a slow and hard swipe between your slits. you feel every inch of his tongue licking up your folds, collecting your juices and sucking profusely on your clit, causing you to whine and moan. the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of you felt so good, you found yourself grinding down onto him.

"you taste so sweet," he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juice.

he comes back up and roughly pushes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. without a warning, he slams his long fingers into you and it wasn't long before you're chanting and screaming his name as he pounds you with his slender fingers.

you've never been touched like this before. treated so aggressively yet be worshipped as if you were a goddess. you feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you clench down onto his fingers, wanting to feel more.

"you're going to cum for me sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear as he feels your muscles spasm and tighten with every curl.

his fingers were so quick yet every stroke was hitting your g spot so perfectly. your hips were pushed up to him as he finger fucks you. watching you while he stroked his own cock through his boxers. the night air was filled with the squelching noises of your dripping pussy getting fucked and your moans, while he muttered dirty things to you.

"i'm going to cum!" you cried and this only made his fingers work quicker.

he attaches his warm mouth onto your pussy again. you gasp in shock at the overwhelming sensation of having his lips suck your clit while his fingers worked in and out of your tight muscles. you find yourself losing control of everything, moaning his name as the euphoria washes over you and you feel your cum oozes out, all the muscles in your body relaxing instantly.

he wouldn't stop sucking your pussy until he tasted every drip of your cum, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as you couldn't take it anymore.

"we're not done," he snarled,taking his fingers that was coated with slick and shoved it past your lips. you suck on it, staring up at him, making him quietly growl and pulled out his cock, stroking himself at the scene of you sucking your own cum off his fingers.

your eyes widen at the sight of his twitching cock. it was the biggest you've ever seen, long and dripping with precum, the tip an angry shade of red and begging to be sucked. he read your mind and brings it closer to your face, letting the tip spread its pre-cum all over your lips.

you open up your mouth and he slides it in, he lets out a long and deep moan as you close your lips around him. it was only halfway in and you were already choking, tears poking at the corner of your eyes as you try to fit him in.

"you're going to swallow my entire cock for me?" he grunts, shoving it further until you had tears pouring down your cheeks, "you're going to be a good girl and make me fuck this pretty mouth of yours yeah/"

you moan at his words, your fingers finding its way down to your clit that was already wanting to be touched again. you shake your head, unable to breathe, as he tries to fit his girth down your throat. he noticed you touching yourself, "you're a greedy little slut aren't you?" he said.

satoru pulls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your lips as he did so. he gives you a brief second to breathe before he thrusts hard into you again, causing you to gag around him. he lets out a small whimper at the feeling of your throat closing in on him.

he grabs your hair and pulls it into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. "fuck, you're so fucking good at this," he moaned, shoving you down until your nose was touching his abdomen.

he slides his dick out of your mouth and begins rubbing the saliva soaked tip against your clit. you moan and cry as he repeated the motions, making sure his cock was covered in your slick.

you were so wet at this point, he could slide in so easily but like a true asshole that he was, he continued to tease you until you were practically begging for it.

"i want to hear you ask for it," he smirked, watching himself play with your clit with the head of his cock, "your pussy looks so pretty and wet spread out for me like this."

"satoru, please," you bite your lip as you tremble beneath him. you had never been so desperate to have a cock inside of you, "just put it in, please."

"how bad do you want it?" his voice drops and he inches the tiniest bit into your flaps. this made your moans loudly and you try to push the tip in further but his large hand stops your hip, "don't fucking move. it goes in when i want it to, got it?"

you nod but you're greeted with a slap, "use that pretty mouth of yours to talk."

"y-yes."

"yes what?"

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes trailed down at the sight of his giant cock pressed up against your opened pussy while he slid it up and down. "y-yes daddy, i understand," you closed your eyes, feeling shy as this was your first time calling someone daddy.

you scream when he slams his entire cock into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. it hurt initially but you feel yourself loosen as he rams in and out of you like a deranged dog.

"oh fuck!" you cried out loud as he continued to fuck you at lightning speed, "fuck, that feels so fucking good daddy."

"yeah?" he snarled, slapping your cheek again, "look at you acting like a little slut right after you've been playing hard to get. i told you that you'd want to fuck. you love this cock don't you?"

"yes, i love your cock daddy," you scream into your arms, trying to hold back the tears.

you felt so dirty to be fucked out on a balcony, knowing anyone could be watching from the neighbouring buildings. satoru pulled out all of a sudden, "turn around with your ass up."

you follow his command and get into position, squealing at the harsh slap against your cheek. he bends down before you and licks your throbbing pussy, giving your clit a few rubs before slipping his cock back in.

"you're stretched out nice and good for me," he muttered as he watches himself slip in and out of you. he groans as he you pulsate around him, stopping for a moment.

you clench yourself down with every stroke, wanting him to pound you harder. "satoru, fuck me," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder.

he slaps your ass again and you let out a small moan from the pain, "you don't call me that."

"daddy, can't you fuck me harder?" you correct yourself, giving him a small pout.

you see his orbs flash with lust and you feel his length slowly pull out then thrust itself back into you, his balls hitting you as he repeated the motion. each thrust was getting harder until your face was pushed into the couch, muffling your screams of pleasure.

"is this hard enough for you priness?" he groaned into your ear, his fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit.

you nod, your brain was too fucked out for you to say anything. it wasn't long until you find yourself shaking all over his cock, your second round of cum spilling all over it.

he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your warm cum washing over him and drip out of your hole. he continues to fuck you, slow and hard, enjoying the view of your pretty hole that was drenched in your mixture.

"i-it's too sensitive," you shake your head and drop to the couch as you weren't able to hold yourself up.

"aw i'm sorry baby," he shifts his weight onto you, his cock was pushed so deep inside of you, it was starting to hurt at the over sensitivity, "i'm just enjoying every moment of this, you're going to be a good girl and take it until i cum all over this pretty ass of yours."

you nod and he continues to thrust deep inside of you. his movements start to become uneven and slowed until he hastily pulled out and you feel the hot liquid shoot onto your cheeks.

"fuck," he whined breathlessly, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back.

he quickly grabbed a towel from a basket and wiped you down so you could sit up. both of you were breathless and sweating, unable to talk for a moment.

you feel awkward and hastily pick up the shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

"i prefer it off," he grinned, still naked from head to toe, "you're sleeping in my bed tonight by the way."

you don't say anything and follow him back inside, letting him hold your hand as you walked.

PART 3 OUT

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countrymusiclover · 8 months

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17 - The Auburn-hair Girl

Part 18

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

3 months later

Getting out of the bed this morning I ran a hand through my hair so it wasn’t such a mess like it was when I first woke up. Klaus was already downstairs dealing with young Rapenzal and Charming who were going through the nightmare phase. Entering the spare bedroom near our master room I kept going in here seeing that someone used to have stuff in here. But it didn’t make any sense when I came across some pictures I didn’t recognize a few weeks ago after we stopped Triaid.

In the photo, a young Auburn-haired girl was standing next to Klaus and Me. I gazed at the photo deeply, getting a strange feeling from the girl as if I was connected to her.

I began to recall seeing tons of photos of the girl around our house. Which didn't make sense since I was fairly sure that we only had five children not six. But maybe my memory was going away. "Mommy, look." Henrik’s voice broke me from my thoughts seeing that he was carrying another drawing in his hands.

He handed it to me so I could see the same exact drawing like all the others. All matching the girl in the photos in the mansion. "Ah, I see what your father would call your muse. Who is she though honey?"

Henrik shook his head. “ I don't know, Mommy. I've been drawing her a lot recently."

I glanced down at the drawing tracing my fingers across it and got a familiar sensation from it. I was cut out of my thoughts by Henrik who was trying to get my attention. “Mommy, is everything okay?“ He asked.

I turned my gaze to my son, smiling at him. “ Yes, my sweet boy. Why don't you go take a shower, I'll start on breakfast."

Henrik nodded running up the stairs. “ Can you make toaster strudels?'

“That's too much sugar for you to consume in the morning.” I said.

“ Please.” He pleaded.

I signed, finally giving in to my son’s pleas. “ Alright, you can have half of it."

Henrik ran downstairs again giving me a big hug around the waist. “ Thank you, Mommy.” You’re the best."

With that, he ran back upstairs heading into his room leaving his mother to her thoughts. Vamping downstairs I found that Klaus was already in the kitchen. "So our little guy wants sugar this morning."

"Apparently yes. But we have to be quick about it. A supernatural school won't run itself. Especially today." I told him.

"Ah yes the game against the humans of this one pony town." Klaus nodded, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Who made the rule that they couldn’t use their powers?"

Tapping my fingers on the counter top I started gathering stuff to make breakfast before we went to work. "I think it was Caroline. Why?"

"I think it wouldn't be bad if we actually won a game for once don't you, Raelyn?" He sends me his devilish smile meaning he wasn’t up to good.

Nodding in agreement I finished the breakfast quickly. "Ah I'll see what I think." Grabbing my cameo jacket we arrived at the school seeing that everyone was already gathered in the main hall with the podium stand in the front of the room.

Moving up in front of it I tapped my foot on the ground getting their attention to focus on me. "Attention everyone, so as we all know today is the annual game between us and Mystic Falls High. And I know that in the past we would lose…until today that is. We will use our powers through the end of the game."

"So you’re going against my dad's wishes." Lizzie got up to her feet.

Nodding yes. "I am Lizzie. We shouldn't have to hide who we are all the time."

"Awe yes!" Kaleb got to his feet cheering. "Thank you headmistress Mikaelson."

Our group of kids headed to the field where I saw that Missy was talking with Ethan so I used my vampire hearing to eavesdrop. "Hey, so who's the new girl you were talking with earlier?"

"Uh, somebody new." He shrugs his shoulders. "She said her name is Hope Parker."

Knitting my brows together I felt uneasy hearing the name Parker on anyone. The entire Parker family was gone now so that couldn't be possible. "Hmm, that's weird. People in my moms family had that name." Missy responded back to the human boy.

"Yeah Maya has been talking with her more than me. You aren't jealous are you?" Ethan asked, chuckling.

She shook her head telling him otherwise but I knew she might be slightly lying. "Nah, E. Just curious cause I feel like I know her from somewhere."

"Rae, Josie are leading the team with Landon." Klaus came over to me with his hands behind his back standing beside me. "Jackson and Alina are going to play too. Hey are you okay?"

Shaking my head I clicked my tongue. "Uh yeah. There's apparently this new girl named Hope Parker."

"But all the parkers are gone besides you and your brother." He added into the conversation.

Putting my arms across my chest I tucked some hair behind my ear. "Yeah. It's just weird because she looks like the girl from Henrik’s drawings. I just don't recognize her though."

"We'll figure it out. Let's focus on the game." Klaus nodded before a whistle was blown signaling for the coin toss.

Missy’s pov

Shifting my gaze away from our team and to Ethan who was sitting on the side lines since he wasn’t going to play with having a scholarship and all. Standing beside my sister on the field we watched Landon tackle a girl with auburn hair where we almost got the ball. But Ethan’s sister got the ball and scored for her team. The whistle blew so I ran over with my sister seeing that Josie was off by herself focusing on Ethan. “I don’t like how she’s looking at him, Lina.”

“Are you saying you’re jealous?” She teased me but I wasn’t in the mood.

Crossing my arms over my chest MG was out on the field now about to get the ball until Ethan managed to knock the ball away from his hands. “I am not jealous, Alina. I just don’t have a good feeling about us using our powers against them is all.”

Lizzie threw the ball and Josie caught it but while she was cheering Ethan snatched the football from her hands. “Josie, what did I just tell you.”

“Hey I want to bury these guys too.” Josie snapped at her twin. “You think I did that on purpose.”

Lizzie and MG ran off the field where Alina and I stepped in their positions. Josie came back over while we saw Kaleb try and tackle my boyfriend but he dodged out of the way. Maya his sister hollered to him before I felt someone siphoning from me. “Ah Joise!” I winced seeing my cousin before she moved around my twin eyeing Ethan.

He halted about to throw the ball to his sister until I heard Josie mumble a spell. “Tenebris lapsus.” Ethan dropped the ball and held his elbow in agony.

“Oh my god.” His mother said, rushing to the field with Alaric in toe.

Whipping my head around to Josie I felt my fangs coming through where I shoved her onto the dirt field. “You son of a bitch. What the hell made you think that was okay!”

“Missy, I-“ She gets cut off when I attempt to vamp towards her while everyone is watching Ethan groaning on the field.

Alina grabs me by the back of my shirt managing to hold me back away from her. “Urgh let me go, Alina!”

“Stop it, Missy. Ethan will be okay. Go check on him.” She growled in my ear when I growled at my cousin knowing that I was right that something was going on with her today.

Shaking my head I ran over when it was becoming nightfall by the time the ambulance got there. Mom and dad come over to me where dad puts a hand on my shoulder telling me. “Go with them and compel them to forget that you give Ethan blood.” He whispered in my ear, squeezing my shoulder.

“Are we sure that’s a good idea. I mean giving him vampire blood without asking him. I mean what if something happens and he accidentally turns because of me.” I asked him searching for hesitation but he had none.

Mom came forward, taking my hands in hers. “Sweetheart it’s your choice to heal him or not. We will be here for you no matter what you choose to do.” She smiled and hugged me before I climbed in the back of the ambulance seeing that there were two medics and my boyfriend had his arm wrapped up in a black cast until we got to the hospital.

Waving my hand I quickly froze the medics leaving me alone to do whatever I chose. “Ethan, I am sorry about this. But you won’t feel anything after this…” Biting down into my wrist I drew some blood seeing him blinking his eyes.

“Missy…what are you doing?” He said in a raspy voice seeing that I was bleeding. “When did you get hurt?”

Sucking in a breath I felt the veins underneath my eyes trying to break through listening to his heart beating inside his chest. “It doesn’t matter now, E. I uh…I’m going to give you a choice. I can heal your arm or you can tell me no.”

“How can you heal me? Wait a second, do you have super powers or something?” He asked wincing when he slightly sat up on his none injured arm where I could see him smiling at me.

Lowering my bleeding arm I ran my fingers through my hair hearing the excitement in his voice rather than the terror I thought he would have if he ever found out. Leaning against the wall I gulped nervously. “Ethan, I…I told myself that I wouldn’t get you involved in all of this and then that new girl got Josie all riled up and she broke your arm.”

“Missy, woah I’m not going to freak out. So what type of superhero are you?” He asked, ignoring the fact that his arm had been broken for a few minutes.

Stepping up toward him I remembered when my father taught me another way around vampire compulsion. Where I didn’t have to make him forget everything. “Ethan, I’m going to give you some blood if you want me to heal your arm. But just so you know I am half witch and half vampire.”

“That’s cool as hell. How is that possible? Were you bitten by a radioactive bat or something else?” He began asking me with excitement until I saw the ambulance pulling up into the emergency parking lot.

Holding his shoulders I smiled making him look me in the eye panicking before I could give him any blood. “Ethan, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll explain everything to you at some point. Just listen to me very closely now….You won’t remember I am supernatural unless it’s just you and me alone. For your own good it has to be this way.”

“Missy, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.” He called my name when I jumped out of the back of the ambulance unfreezing the others with us.

Smiling at the human high school quarterback I vamped away when he was sent inside the hospital doors. “Don’t worry, E. You’ll be seeing me around.”

Raelyn’s pov

Alina, Henrik and Jackson were inside the hospital lobby waiting to hear what happened with Ethan. Klaus and I were standing outside the emergency room doors until I saw the girl with auburn hair from the game making me chase after her. “Hey, girl I need to talk to you.”

“Uh sure. I was just here to see how Ethan and Maya were doing after the game.” She responded by brushing hair from her face avoiding my gaze.

Crossing my arms over my chest I glared at the teenage girl. “I don’t normally judge someone before I know them but what exactly is Josie’s problem with you. Because she seems pretty angry when you and Landon we’re looking at each other.”

“All I can say is that he used to serve me milkshakes at the grill. I guess she’s just jealous for some reason. Hey um…I’m gonna go.” She slowly backed away from me without another word heading off into the dark parking lot.

Footsteps came up behind me. I didn't need to turn around knowing it was my husband. He stands beside me, hands in the pocket in his jacket. “Raelyn, why were you talking with that girl?”

“She’s the reason Josie broke Ethan’s arm. She’s also the girl from Henrik’s multiple drawings that he had given us. I just have an odd feeling about her.” Lifting my head up to him he tugs me into his side when I speak to him.

His eyes focused on mine before he kissed my head walking back into the hospital to look for Missy. “We’ll figure out who she is at some point, love. But we should check on the human boy. I can’t seem to find Missy in the room with him. So she must have gone back to school.”

“I’ll meet you there in a few seconds, Nik ... .who are you really Hope Parker?” Eyeing the direction she went I still felt off about the mystery girl so one way or another I would find out who she was and why I felt some odd connection towards her.

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secondbeatsongs · 3 years

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oh I desperately want to know more of your thoughts about iCarly 👉👈

alright, ask and you shall receive! let’s get into it.

so, first, a correction to my last post. in it, I said that we don’t know when Spencer dated Audrey. but in fact, we do!

I checked my notes again, and in s04e05 (iDo), Carly and the gang try to convince a woman to marry her fiance instead of chasing after Spencer (god, what a weird show), and while listing Spencer’s negative qualities, Carly says, "Oh! And he hasn't had a steady girlfriend since high school!"

Spencer is 29 years old here. he’s been going on dates regularly throughout the show, and yet he hasn’t had a serious girlfriend since he dated Audrey in high school.

I’m not saying that this is a bad thing - you don’t need a relationship to be happy or to have a good life - but Spencer’s given up the majority (if not all) of his adult life to take care of Carly, and a relationship is obviously something that he wants.

but I’m not here to talk about Spencer being sad at the lack of a girlfriend - no, I’m here to talk about what Spencer says right after Carly makes the above comment. and what he says is, “Well, not a steady girlfriend per se...”

do you see what I’m getting at here?

Spencer isn’t straight. that’s what I’m getting at.

now, I’m not saying that Spencer is canonically queer - this was a nickelodeon show from 2007; there’s no way they would have made it canon. but this show has a hell of a lot of subtext, and I think it’s time we break down some of it.

let’s go back to season 1.

in s01e05 (iWanna Stay With Spencer), one of Spencer’s sculptures malfunctions and almost seriously injures Carly. their granddad shows up and yells at Spencer for his carelessness, and this is where we start to see that underneath his goofy chaos, Spencer really is a responsible adult, and Carly’s safety and happiness is always his biggest priority.

I mention this episode for a lot of reasons, but firstly, holy shit - we actually get confirmation here that Spencer has been taking care of Carly for at least six years already! it’s shown that he held onto her inhaler just in case, and Carly says the last time she had an asthma attack, she was 7. Spencer’s no newbie at this whole parenting gig - he’s been doing it at least since he was 20!

besides that, I think this episode shows an important but subtle change in Spencer’s character - now, he’s increasingly aware that if he steps out of line, if he makes too many mistakes, Carly will be taken away from him. and he cannot let that happen.

in my opinion, this is where Spencer decides that he’s not going to tell Carly about the fact that he’s queer.

this would explain some of his awkwardness in 01e24 (iWin a Date). in this episode, Spencer joins an online dating service (because 2007 was a different time, and Tinder wasn’t around yet).

he sits down to record a video for his profile - shirt buttoned all the way up, hair slicked down, looking nervous and vulnerable - and he looks into the camera, introduces himself, and then says, “I enjoy people...”

that is...maybe the best description anyone could ever give of Spencer’s sexuality. I think about this scene all the time.

but what Spencer didn’t know here is that Carly was listening to him. he thought he was alone, and the second that he realized that Carly was there, he froze up and stopped talking. because he didn’t want her to know that he’s not straight.

god, it kills me.

I could go on for actual hours about this - about how Spencer must have felt, being solely responsible for his younger sister, wanting her to grow up with love and acceptance, but knowing that there are some things that he just can’t talk about without risking the life he’s built for them - but I will not, because I will cry.

instead, let’s go back to Audrey.

in the finale, this is how Spencer explains who Audrey is: “The most important girlfriend I’ve ever had - the only girl I’ve ever really been in love with.”

you see that wording? look at it. “The only girl I’ve ever really been in love with.” just like in iDo, when he said, “Well, not a steady girlfriend...”

I think those phrases are very telling. so is the part in s02e16 (iDate a Bad Boy) when Carly asks how old Spencer was when he started kissing girls. she could have asked, “How old were you when you had your first kiss?” - that would have sounded normal, but no - she said, “How old were you when you started kissing girls?”

Spencer’s not straight, and Carly knows it, and they can never talk about it.

and it’s not that Spencer’s trying to be subtle about his personality - he’s a confident, quirky guy who’s passionate about art, loves to cook (and is great at it!), and wears weird socks. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him rollerblading in the hallway, or saving up tickets to win a stuffed dolphin at the arcade, or doing cosplay - but when Carly walks in on his book club meeting, he gets nervous.

and maybe he was planning on telling Carly - maybe he thought that when she was old enough and there was no threat of their granddad taking her away, he could have that conversation with her.

...and then their dad showed up, and took Carly to Italy.

welp.

#icarly #icarly meta #quick somebody send an ask and I'll get started on part 3 #atotaltrashmammalbro #cedar-phoenix #nanobearswarm #tinymacaroni #this one took me a while because I got too into my feelings about this #turns out I have my own shit to deal with #it's a lot to think about #long post

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karasimpno · 3 years

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Hi! I just stumbled onto you and I'm really happy I did! I don't really know if you take more requests but I'll shoot. Some scenario where Daichi, Bokuto or Kuro help cheer you up with little things or not so little things. You know fluff or smut 😅 Hope you're doing well and that the next year treats you good! ❤

HI LOVELY you submitted this ages ago I’m sorry for the tardiness with everything <3 but I adore you and this was fun :)

Also I got your suggestions and threw them in my draft, they’re very good ones :)

OKAY I’m going with Kuroo AND because it’s @bluntkingkuroo‘s BIRTHDAAAAAYYYYYYY I’m also writing this in honor of her. GO FOLLOW HER Y’ALL SHE’S THE REASON I’M HERE!!!!!

pairing: Kuroo x cisfem!reader contains: sleepy cuddly sex, fingering, mark-leaving/mention of hickeys, light biting

Despite the bright, warm light spilling through your window shutters, you remained in bed, curled up in your sheets with your back to the invasive radiance. Nothing made you want to get out of bed, even the thought of seeing some other part of the house for the first time today.

“Babe?” a deep voice croaked out beside you. In spite of yourself, you smiled a little. Even if you were feeling a little grumpy and hungover after your houseguests had stayed wayyyy too late last night, you were glad Kuroo remained in bed beside you. Even the harsh reminder of how late in the day it was couldn’t outshine the fuzzy feeling you got from seeing him in your bed.

“What’s up?” the voice prodded, clearly as tired as you felt. A hand snaked its way around your waist. You always slept in on Sundays, but this was late late. You heard Kuroo sigh and shuffle as he shifted in closer to you, tucking his knees behind yours and pressing his chest flush against your back. The arm that had snuck around your torso pulled you in close and you felt a warm nose and pair of lips press themselves to the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

“Mmmph,” was all you groaned in response, but you relaxed into the spoon, squeezing Kuroo’s hand with your own.

“Mmmm,” was Kuroo’s answer, his still-sleepy voice cracking in a way that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was, sending vibrations reverberating down your back as his chest resonated with the sound. “Is somebody grumpy?” he teased, lifting a finger to poke annoyingly at your cheekbone. A child. You swatted at his hand lazily, offering a tired grunt in response.

“Awww, c’mon,” his voice grew saccharine sweet. “You need something to make you feel better?” Kuroo asked.

You felt the lips that had been pressed against your skin, breathing hot air over you whenever Kuroo spoke and making your hair stand on end, begin to move. You shuddered in a shaky breath when they parted to allow the quick swipe of a tongue to dart out across your neck, chased by the gentle scrape of teeth.

“Ah-hah...” escaped the involuntary sigh from your lips.

“...’cause I think I can probably manage that,” Kuroo teased, followed by an exaggerated sound of chomping as his lips affixed themselves back to your neck again, his tongue laving over a larger area than it had previously. Heat rose to your face at the sensation and you allowed yourself to let go and give into the wet contact, squeezing the hand against your chest closer to your body.

Kuroo felt the loosening of your muscles and took advantage of the opportunity to dig his teeth deeper into your skin, unable to resist the sweet taste of you. He wanted to focus on making you feel better but damn if you didn’t just make him crazy for you.

With a wet suck, Kuroo drew his teeth together, pinching your sensitive skin between them, making you sure it would leave a mark as the arousing pain elicited a gasp from you. You bit your lip, rubbing your thumb across the back of Kuroo’s large, veined hand, noticing how your breathing had already begun increasing in spite of your bad mood. Damn this man and his irresistible tongue, you thought.

Suddenly, you needed more of him, the heat rising in your neck becoming too much for you as he continued the focused attentions of his tongue and teeth. If you could have seen the way his brows furrowed in concentration at sucking feverishly at your neck, you would have grown even wetter than you were already becoming. Shifting slightly, you let your hand reach back to find the long locks of hair that always fell into his eyes, and you threaded your fingers against his scalp, encouraging the hot press of his tongue.

Kuroo groaned against you and moved the hand that had been resting around you further down your body, the pressure of the contact exhilarating as he determined to feel every part of you as he moved. Licking a quick stripe over one of the already ripening bruises on your neck, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your shorts, dipping into your thin panties and seeking out the apex of those legs he so adored.

Fingertips sliding past your curls, he groaned into your shoulder when his index finger ghosted over your slit, slickness already gathering there at his eager touch. Relishing in the movement, he eased the digit past your outer lips into your slippery folds, and you felt his breath hitch before his lips crashed into your neck again, his self-control slipping at how good your sweet little pussy lips felt wrapped around his finger. With still such little space between your rear and Kuroo’s hips, you felt a growing bulge begin to harden behind you.

As if the coating of his finger in your arousal was the most agonizingly pleasurable feeling in the world for Kuroo, he swirled the lone digit with hedonistic slowness through your slick. He breathed almost as heavily as you were against your neck as he found your clit, giving it a few experimental flicks with the pad of his finger, relishing in how your body jolted in response to his touch. Kuroo groaned again and picked up the pace, making steady circles around the apex of your pleasure as you keened at the sensation.

You were shocked at how much you were already gushing around him, your hips beginning to tremble as he stimulated that most sensitive of all spots in your body. He caught your ear between his teeth, the pants from his nose falling straight into your ear, making your body even more sensitive to his touch. You felt yourself cry out involuntarily at one particularly deft flick of his finger, and the hand that you had tangled in his hair shot down to grip onto his impossibly muscular forearm, encouraging exactly what he was doing. Absently, you felt your head being shifted as Kuroo slipped his other arm under your pillow, reaching for your opposite hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling your entwined arms to your chest so he could hold you even closer as your hips started bucking against his touch.

Kuroo’s pants were just as hot and needy as yours were now, getting off on feeling you fall apart in his arms. His low groans and insistent huffs filled your ears as his finger continued circling with increasing vigor around your practically-humming clit. You barely noticed as he added a second finger, his strokes growing in pressure and speed. Your brain was clouded with your impending high and you let yourself moan out his name, everything seeming to move too quickly and yet not at all.

Kuroo’s tongue returned to your neck, drunk off the feeling of tasting you, and he groaned loudly and wantonly by your ear. The earnest sound of his pleasure at your own reactions sent you over the edge and both your hands tightened on the places where they were already gripping him hard. You let your mind leave your body for a second as you came completely undone in Kuroo’s arms, feeling so safe and secure as he helped you prolong your bliss, holding you close with his other arm while your body went completely slack in his embrace.

You half-sighed, half-panted as the post-orgasm high replaced the high of the climax, and a tired, dopey smile spread across your lips. You released your death grip on Kuroo’s hand and forearm and you felt him sigh against your back. He shifted slightly behind you and you were suddenly hyper aware of how much his body heat had been warming your back. You half-rolled over to chase the warmth as he pulled his hand from your shorts in the same motion. As you rolled, Kuroo’s knee came to rest in between yours, hovering above you with a tired but loving expression on his face. The warm yellow light that spilled across his face seemed to light his eyes from the inside, and his slight blush combined with the way the sun made his golden eyes sparkle made you feel like putty beneath him. You sighed contentedly and reached up to bring him into a sweet kiss. Chaste, thankful.

“Feeling any better?” he smirked as he pulled away slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You just laughed and pulled him closer, aware of the growing hardness resting against your thigh.

“Oh, very,” you grinned, feeling bubbly in your bliss. “But I think I can feel even better, don’t you?”

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