━━━ ❝ If You Let Me, I'm Yours...❞

━━━ ❝ if you let me, I'm yours...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader

"he was the strongest when he walked out of that door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. a man that only wanted to be loved and wanted it from no one but you."

content ; ༄ sexual content, soft!dom gojo, sickeningly passionate sex, he’s a little clingy in this but it’s bc he’s in love with you, dirty talk, riding, pussyjob, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, loving aftercare, slightly clingy reader, just a lovestruck gojo that wants you & only you

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↳ note from syn ; ༄ i haven’t been super active but i’m always writing behind the scenes and this is something i’ve been working on for almost two months so this past week, i finally managed to scrape up enough inspo to birth an ending and here we are 🪷 hope you enjoy & if you reblog, you’ll get a kiss from yours truly hehe ୧

↳ p.s. this lovely little human @arcanedevil here helped me by editing this entire thing :”) cleaned up behind me perfectly & needed to make sure i gave her the proper credit otherwise y’all would’ve been sooo mad at me for the thousand of mistakes i couldn’t catch LOL luv ya babe ᰔ

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

The headboard weeped under Satoru’s strong grasp, threatening to break under the pressure.

His other hand was preoccupied, loosely curled around the length of his cock as he watched with a focused gaze, sinking further into you inch by inch.

Your face was hot like an iron, clearly out of the norm for you to have a man you’ve claimed to dislike so much on top of you with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. This was a man you cursed at while you two could be seen working together but during the nights… It was obvious you couldn’t leave him alone and neither could he with you. You needed each other, but he could be such a piece of work.

Gojou Satoru knew nothing of boundaries or pleasantries. He saw no need to announce his presence nor did he care about being even the slightest bit polite towards you. He treated you as if you were a longtime friend of his. Arm over your shoulder, tugging you places when there was clearly a job to do and buying you unnecessary gifts because he believed in surprises when you hated surprises. There wasn’t particularly anything you liked about him unless he was quiet — which was almost never.

Satoru was annoying, but he always meant well.

As a fellow sorcerer, you couldn’t deny how caring he was. Deep down, there was more to him that many people didn’t know. Only those in his very tight-knit circle knew what he was really like when he turned off the bright smiles and obnoxious laughter. Deep down was a man in constant pain that only wanted to quiet the haunting voices from his past.

That was how he ended up in your bed almost every night.

He’d come knocking on your door bearing gifts. Those gifts contained a bottle of wine and your favorite takeout.

It worked every time.

The two of you would sit, eat and talk about each of your days, how it went and such before pulling out the wine. Greasy food plus the dull ache of alcohol only ended up creating an atmosphere that quickly filled up with heavy sexual tension. Satoru wasn’t a shy man. When he wanted something, he went after it. Often, that was you and you never saw a reason to tell him no.

“Ah, ‘toru,” you planted a hand against his abdomen, feeling him finally bury himself full, your walls tighten around him with a grip unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Hold on.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he teased, a half smirk on his face that made you roll your eyes. As you focused on catching your breath, you also watched the way his abs would tense up with each breath he took.

It was no secret that Satoru chose you to be his regular sleeping partner because of the mind blowing sex you two had. Not to mention, you were undeniably gorgeous in his eyes and there was nothing about his lifestyle that he felt the need to hide because you were also a sorcerer. You were aware of the small amount of extra time he barely had on his hands, and never pestered to see him more than he was able. Though, you two were only fuck buddies and nothing more — he’d been with plenty of women that just didn’t get it. He was a busy man. Always saving the world and all. When he came over, he left all of that pressure at the door and fell into his security blanket in the form of you.

You and your plush thighs and cute little body. He couldn’t get enough of it. Although you weren’t all that insecure about your body, it still felt a bit strange that a man as attractive as him would choose to lay in your bed rather than someone more of what you felt was his type. At first, you looked at it as a one time thing and that maybe he was just curious of what sex was like with someone like you until he kept coming back. Several nights in a row he’d show up and nothing you said or did turned him away.

At the beginning, you had a thought that maybe he was put up to it. To talk and get to know you with the purpose of getting in bed with you. All because you didn’t trust Suguru, his best friend, at all.. The man tried hitting on you once before but you were kind when you politely told him that you weren’t interested. He wasn’t your type and it was because of his personality. You didn’t have a long list of men you dated, but it was enough to make you realize what you did and didn’t want in someone.

It turned out that Satoru talked to you of his own volition. He wasn’t dared, wasn’t involved with any sort of bet between him and someone else — just wanted to genuinely get to know you because he claimed to see something in you that no one else did. Curious, you agreed to becoming friends and it was like getting on the bullet train and never getting off from there.

One of Satoru’s guilty pleasures was taking you shopping and letting you spend his money however you wanted. Except…you never wanted to do that. He was the one buying you gifts and pretending you were the one using his card to treat yourself. Instead, you used your own money and whenever you two went out, mostly on downtime between the missions you had, it was your card you swiped with each purchase. With each dollar sign he saw, the bigger the crack in his obnoxious little heart got. You figured it was just him overreacting but he had this unshakable need to take care of you.

You lived in a nice one bedroom apartment close to downtown Tokyo that wasn’t too expensive for you to keep up but he owned a penthouse in central Tokyo. You were happy with what you were able to afford and he knew you two were just friends but sometimes…

Sometimes Satoru could see you two being more and maybe that was why you felt he’d begun acting differently around you recently.

Less texts, less calls, less random appearances knowing it always annoyed you and he’d gotten a bit quieter when near you. It was like he’d set up an invisible wall between you and him, much like how his infinity seemed to work. It was as if he was keeping you at a safe distance and you were perceptive enough to figure that out. The question was, why did that bother you so much? You were just friends. With…benefits, but friends no less. Hadn’t it always been about the sex though? There was never really more to it than that, yet you still felt some sort of way about how he moved around you.

There were a few instances where you texted him just to be nosy and see what he was up to. He texted you and told you that he was out with Suguru. That was it. No extra details, just out with his best friend. Usually, he was all under and over you. Times where it was physically impossible to remove him from your body. Where he and you would be cozied up on the living room couch like a couple, watching some romcom. He’d fall asleep on your stomach and you’d be in and out for about two hours until you’d suggest moving to the bedroom to sleep properly.

Satoru was the only man to sleep in the same bed as you since your ex boyfriend you left two years ago. No one else has had the same luxury since then, other than Satoru.

You inquired about his strange behavior around you but he tried settling your worries with a simple, “It’s nothing,” and carried on like it was just that. Nothing. You couldn’t look at his new attitude towards you as nothing but you were already suspicious enough. It wasn’t normal how much Satoru liked being around you. Well, before he got all weird on you. You were questioning things back then too, and it would seem it was for good reason.

Right now, however, he was on top of you. Seconds away from splitting the wood of your headboard in half or fucking you brainless with furrowed brows and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Both of you gave it another second, eyes stuck on how flushed his pelvis was against yours. After you were sure it was okay for him to move, you pulled your hand back and his sterling blue eyes connected with yours.

“Now?“ he muttered.

“Please?” you pleaded.

If having sex was the only way you could have him close to you again, you weren’t going to think twice about it. He’d become such a big part of your daily routine that it pained you to think about him never showing up again. He was like oxygen for you now. Needing him to breathe and it was definitely a bad sign. He couldn’t know how you felt about him. It wasn’t like it was easily explainable at the moment, but knowing that you now wanted him around more than usual, it was going to only ruin things even further.

You couldn’t allow yourself to care too much. He wasn’t worth putting all of yourself into. He was a friend that you sometimes fucked. Why did it have to get any more complicated than that? It was simple. There were no attachments on either end. No pressure to be more. Not only could he be a little too much for you at times but his job as a sorcerer prevented him from even getting into a relationship. Although, a relationship was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.

The way his eyes seemed to gleam underneath the lamp’s faint tinted glow, it almost made you want to look away. Whenever he came over, he didn’t bother to wear his shades. You kept your place a bit dark so it helped the strain on his eyes, but it didn’t help keep you from staring back sometimes. It was like looking into a diamond. So many different shades of blue with crystallized touches in them. You knew that he was able to see more than anyone on earth could but you wondered if he truly knew what his eyes looked like from someone else’s perspective. They were too captivating to look away from and oftentimes he teased people for staring, being cheeky about it but to you — they were the most beautiful set of eyes you’d ever seen.

“Mhm.”

The short response only made the smile on his face bigger as he glanced back down to the way your pretty pussy lips hugged his cock, keeping his strokes slow for the moment.

“You’re in your head again,” He muttered, almost low enough for you to miss. “How do you do that?”

“Huh?” You blinked, unable to ignore the way his length dragged itself back and forth, against your soft sensitive walls. “Do what?“

“Think this much while I’m fucking you.”

“Oh. S’nothing,” you quipped, then turned your head to the side, biting your lip.

Satoru stared at you for a moment, believing that if he looked hard enough — he’d see every single one of your thoughts. He’d know what you were thinking about.

He remembered that at the beginning of all this, your mind had been on one thing. Him in between your legs, invading your little cunt, watching the way his name fell from those pretty lips of yours. No talking. Just the sound of yours and his moans intermingling together. But it was because of his loud moaning and the headboard hitting the wall persistently that caused the neighbor to come out and warn you two about filing a complaint recently. Since then, Satoru started to just hold the stupid headboard while he fucked you, but you began seeing that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea either. It was close to breaking in half. It definitely wasn’t going to last much longer.

Deciding to force your attention back on the present — him rather — he leaned down and joined your chests together, hips creating long rolls that had your hands instantly gripping at his arms. A small gasp escaped your lips, feeling him slowly pull out only to slam back in with a smack against your thighs.

“‘Toru!” You mewled out, moving your head back to look at him. He smirked and dived down to your neck, giving it open mouthed kisses, fucking you again. His thrusts were desperate this time. He still had a hand on the headboard but his other hand was now at your plush waist, gripping it tightly to keep you in place. So you wouldn’t try and crawl away. Truthfully, if he didn’t keep at least a hand on you at all times, he was afraid you were going to disappear. Fall from his grasp — never to be seen again.

In some ways, you were like his anchor to this world. As if you were keeping him from becoming nothing. Mere particles in the air until he fizzled out into pure nothingness. He even hated to close his eyes because that meant he couldn’t see you and he needed to see you. To hear your laugh that sounded like pretty bells chiming into the air. To feel the warmth of your touch against his cold one.

And you were always so warm. He usually had to wear layers where you typically settled for a single sweater or turtleneck. It was why he liked being on or under you. He was always so very cold, but not when he was near you. You were his own personal furnace that kept him shielded from the harsh winters of his tormenting thoughts. When he was with you, nothing else mattered. It was just you and him. He was the strongest, but you made him weak.

His savior, and tragically — his kryptonite.

If he had to be honest, you’d become someone he would die for.

Never in his life had he felt this way about anyone else. Too many times he’d escaped the clutches of desperate women after a good lay, and barely made it out. They always wanted something from him, even when he went the extra mile to tell them beforehand that he wasn’t a commitment sort of guy. He was tall, criminally attractive, and rich. They did their best to sell their worth to him, but he just wasn’t buying any of it.

When it came to you, he found himself seeking you out instead. You hardly texted him the day after a night together, and he was always the one reaching out to you. Instead of feeling frustrated by this, he was intrigued. He didn’t mind the chase, the person just needed to be worth it — and you were fucking worth it, that was for sure.

His movements were deep and long, the two prominent veins on his cock rubbing against your tight wet walls so good, you could hardly think straight.

Satoru skimmed his nose up your neck, and pressed it against your soft cheek, “You’re so quiet, baby,” he muttered, lips ghosting your warm skin. “Let me hear you. Please.”

Your sweet moans were a sense of validation for his self esteem. He was confident that he still knew how to make you feel good but when you got quiet, it bothered him. Then again, it was probably just you in your thoughts again but the thought of your mind being elsewhere for the second time in a row while he was several inches deep within you — it was enough to kill his hard on.

“Satoru,” you whispered and he didn’t waste any time connecting his eyes with yours. You gave him a small smile and placed a hand on his cheek, “Stay with me tonight, won’t you?”

“S…stay?” He asked, dumbfounded. You’d never asked him that before. What was the special occasion? “You want me to stay after this?” He decreased to slow rolls, taken aback.

You nodded. “If it’s not too much to ask?”

“Baby,” he breathed and you bit into your lip, feeling him press several tiny kisses against your cheek until you cracked, and gave him the smile that he’d been looking for. He grinned. “Of course I can. As friends though, right?”

He wasn’t sure who he was asking that for.

Himself?

You?

What answer did he even anticipate? It was agreed by the both of you that things would stay neutral. That the sex was just that. Nothing more, nothing less. Thankfully you were on the same page but he feared that he, himself, was trying to turn it. Trying to make this mean so much more than it was originally ever supposed to.

What were you doing to him?

Your little nod made him visibly frown but concealed it by hiding his face in your neck again, mentally berating himself for letting things get so out of hand. You were such a good friend to him. A reprieve from always being around Suguru. Someone that loved taking him out to different party scenes and hooking him up with different pretty women. Since Satoru met you, he hadn’t brought anyone else home. You hadn’t seen the inside of his four walls either, but he didn’t feel the need to bring some woman home to fuck when he now had you. Always ready. Always willing. Each time he knocked at your door, you were there, promptly — like you’d been waiting for him to come by.

Maybe things were perfect as they were. If they were slightly different now, then the lack of labels should’ve been relieving. And yet…that didn’t seem like the case. He was growing frustrated with the way things have become. Frustrated with his own feelings and frustrated with not knowing yours. You were so good at hiding away your real thoughts while he remained outspoken about his. He didn’t mind confronting what confused him, but you weren’t as willing. He understood but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Satoru…”

“Mm.”

“Why did you stop?”

He opened his eyes and breathed in the intoxicating floral scent stuck to your skin from using your favorite body wash earlier. For several moments, he stayed that way until you brought his face back in front of yours. A cute unsettled look on your face that he almost melted from.

“Is there more to this?” He outwardly asked, finally letting go of the headboard. He dipped a hand into the sheets near your head, grabbing a fistful as he awaited your answer.

Tilting your head to the side in wonder, you asked, “More…to this?”

“Yeah. Between us.”

“Oh.”

It should’ve made you jump out of the bed and run straight out of the apartment. Just run until your feet blistered. Far, far away from a man that you now saw for who he really was. Broken and only wanting to feel wanted.

What did you provide that he wasn’t able to get from anyone else? You cared for him like you cared for yourself. Sure, he was a bit annoying and over the top with everything but he was a good man. He deserved nothing shy of the best, and you were desperate to give that to him. Nothing less than you’ve given yourself, but you had to be honest. There was more to it.

Nanami was evidence of that.

— flashback.

“He’s coming over? Again? Tsk, that’s three nights in a row. I’m surprised.”

You were seated right across from him, thighs pressed together with a small cup of coffee tucked in between your delicate fingers. You took a slow slip, staring at the table in front of you.

Nanami had a leg crossed over the other, comfortably sitting back against his chair with tea in one hand and a piece of the cake he ordered in the other. He looked at you for a moment, wondering why you were still entertaining Satoru in this manner if you were a woman of class. Always claiming that you wouldn’t fall victim to Satoru’s charming ways and yet there you sat — another meeting with him tonight hanging over your head.

What was so special about Gojou Satoru? A man to be vehemently complexed and dangerously damaging to the mind, body and soul. Someone with a heart like yours did not need to be with a man like that. Someone unstable and unsure of what he wanted from life itself.

Nanami could see it. You were on such a narrow path that it couldn’t fit anyone else. It was one that you clearly needed to walk alone but Satoru found a way to make it a two person journey. He was someone that defeated all odds at all costs. Someone that, if he lost the game, he’d simply change it. He was the strongest sorcerer alive and yet…

You only saw weakness when you stood in front of him.

Satoru was a man that exercised all things of control and yet, he found you on top of him on multiple nights. Letting you do whatever it was you wanted because he was now under your control whether you’d realized that yet or not. Moments where you’d stare down at him like he was the only man you saw in your eyes. Staring back as if you were the only woman in his.

No one ever saw him like that. So vulnerably and miserably open the way he was with you. When he was around you, alone, his guard was down. He was sure that if you chose to attempt it, you had the power to destroy him once and for all. He was the strongest when he walked out of your door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. When he walked through your door, he kept his infinity down because there was no need to fear you. In that, when he fell asleep in your lap or on your couch while you cooked, it would’ve been easy to sink a blade through his neck or through his heart. Easy to end his life where he laid.

You had more power over him than anyone alive. It scared him but not more than his fear of you not feeling the same way as him.

And what feeling was that?

“I can’t explain it,” you mumbled, and set your cup down to lean back in your chair as well. “I want to leave him alone. I should leave him alone…so why can’t I?” Your eyes fell on customers that began walking in, a few couples that were holding hands. You felt a faint smile tug at the corner of your lips. “I just can’t seem to say no.” You scoffed, looking back at your friend. “As if I’d want to. When he comes to my door with that stupid grin on his face holding takeout and wine, the last thing I want to do is close the door in his face. I don’t ever plan on having sex with him. It just happens. We talk, we laugh and then by the time we’ve both finished our third glasses of wine, we’re already shoulder to shoulder. I don’t know…” You looked down at your lap, blinking in curiosity. “There’s something about him… Something I’m so drawn to…”

“The ability to share your pain with one another can become addicting,” Nanami commented, sighing. “It’s a beautiful thing at first. It feels similar to buying new clothes or getting a new phone. A new love interest, if you will. Overtime, that feeling gets lost in the shrouding mist of redundancy.” The confused look on your face made him smile as he sat his own drink down to give you a better explanation. “Two things end up happening. One, you’d end up getting bored of it. Bored of the feeling you’d become so attached to. And Two? Well…that addicting feeling goes away and gets stripped down to its real components. It becomes toxic; poisonous. If you have the guts to leave the person, you’d be able to see it for what it was when you were in it. It’s hard to see through a glass you’re on the other side of. Does that make sense?”

“Entirely.”

You understood what he was saying but that wasn’t how things were for you and Satoru. He didn’t run his mouth about his childhood days or anything but you recognized that it was bad enough to remain unspoken of. You knew that he had several responsibilities from being the strongest sorcerer in the world, and knew the pressures of keeping people safe because of it. His spunky personality was more for show than anything else. That wasn’t to say that he walked around in pain because he looked happy whenever he was around friends but you couldn’t imagine how he felt going home afterwards. Alone with his thoughts with no means to escape them.

He’d once told you that he didn’t sleep well when he stayed at his apartment. He’d stand in front of his bedroom window, staring out at the nightlife below with a glass of alcohol in hand. He said that it was to drown out the voices. To dull the numbing ache of reality that he was forced to wake up to every morning, if he was graced with any sleep at all.

Being a sorcerer meant that you had to understand that people could die. That you weren’t going to be able to save everyone. It was impossible but Satoru didn’t believe that. He believed he held the power to protect and save all innocent life, and whenever he failed at saving another — it ate away at him.

The higher ups only wanted to see him succeed. His clan made it their life’s mission to breathe down his neck in order to make sure that he did his job right, and it was a lot to carry on such narrow shoulders. Too much to expect out of just one man out of the entire world before him. Most of his time was spent in front of curses. It was a wonder how he hadn’t gone insane yet.

Maybe that was due to having good friends that he could trust around him. Without you and everyone else — there was no telling who he’d be by now.

In a way, you felt a sense of responsibility for him. Nothing unwanted, but something you voluntarily wanted to bear. A position that no one else had the ability to fulfill. Not the way you could.

The way you accepted him, and treated him with care. All things he’d missed out on as a child. Naturally, with his childhood stolen from him, he often appeared child-like. He knew when to be an adult but most of the time he was jokes and laughter. Sometimes he pulled a few pranks on Nanami for the hell of it. Throughout all of that, there was still a man in pain inside. A man that needed those things to get through the blurred days without losing his sanity in the midst of it all.

You were there for him. No matter what.

He couldn’t have been more grateful to have you in his life.

— present.

“I think…” What did you think? Was there more to what you had with him? There couldn’t be…but unexpectedly, was there?

“You don’t have to answer that,” he quickly intervened, which was followed by a low sigh, hoping to trash the topic as soon as it came. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” your eyes held his, determined to talk about whatever was bothering him because it was clearly distracting him. “Let’s talk about it. I just don’t think it would be smart of us to start something from this. We’re supposed to be friends that sometimes fuck. Are you really starting to have real feelings for me, Satoru?”

“Are you?” He repeated, almost holding his breath for an answer he felt was going to be exactly what he didn’t want to hear.

You blinked, sitting in silence, trying to collect your thoughts because were you developing feelings for him? It was beginning to become clear as day that he held some for you and wanted to feel like you were also feeling something for him. That he wasn’t alone or delusional to think that liking you more than a friend was unwise. In order for things to work itself out, you had to be honest.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe?”

Was it idiotic to let yourself open up the way you were? He already found himself sleeping in your bed, bringing you food, calling and texting you almost every minute of each day, acting like your boyfriend. Would it have been wrong to allow him to stay? Make a home in your heart, entrusting your very soul to another man that had the ability to crush it at any given moment? If you didn’t allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let someone else in, how were you ever going to be happy?

Without even knowing it, you were like a hamster on a wheel. Constantly running, believing you’re getting somewhere when you’re only going in circles. Always on a moving train, regrettably missing your stop every single time. You were afraid. Too apprehensive to put your trust into another man. Especially someone so broken like you. What if he hurt you? Led you to believe his love was true only to catch you when you got down, and break your heart all over again?

In truth, if something did start between you and him, you had hopes of it working out. Even though there was a major part in you that didn’t want to let him in, you could see a future with him. Something solid and true. You couldn’t trick yourself into believing that you weren’t deserving of real love anymore. Not when you knew, deep down, that you were more than deserving of it. You were owed it for all the heartbreaking years of being with a man that never saw you for more than what he felt you were worth. There was more to you than meets the eye and Satoru saw it. He saw you, and maybe that was what scared you the most.

That he was able to see into the very essence of what made you who you were, and wasn’t scared. Wasn’t too afraid to reach you and take that part of you into his arms, telling you that it was okay. He made you feel warm. That it was safe to fall for him, and maybe it was. Maybe you’d been deluding yourself to believe that he wasn’t made for you. That you were in his life to help him heal and move on. To find a way to live his life authentically and happily. A pawn in his success to happiness. Were you? Or were you meant to remain a part of his life but as something more than just his supportive friend? There was only one way you were going to be able to find out, and that was through trusting him.

To trust him to not let you fall.

“Maybe, huh…” he said under his breath, looking off to the side with a deep look on his face. As if the wheels were turning in his head, trying to make sense of your response. “Wanna know what I think?”

“I do, actually.”

“I think,” he looked back at you, smiling. “I think that you do have feelings for me. Maybe it’s safer for you to pretend as if you don’t or that you’re still figuring things out for yourself but I can see it. You’re scared of being vulnerable but, can I tell you that I was too?” He pushed some of your hair back from your face, sighing. “I’ve always been too scared to let someone in and it’s made me unhappy. It made me realize what I’m missing out on. I don’t want to go much longer without it, so that’s why I’m telling you how I feel now. If not, I’d only regret it.”

You understood what he was saying and it was a slight shock because you’d once believed that he wasn’t capable of feeling something strong for anyone else but himself. Not in an egotistical way but as a coping mechanism. To protect himself from anyone meant to do him harm. It would’ve been well within his rights to do so but it would’ve been damaging to himself. Finding out that he was willing to put himself out there, becoming more vulnerable around you than he already was — it meant something and maybe it was time you stopped ignoring it.

This entire time, he was the one making the obvious efforts in an attempt to get you to see his feelings for you. The sudden lack of calling and texting were sure signs of it. He’d been trying to distance himself from you to save his own feelings, but here he was, letting that all go. Risking his heart in hopes that you’d return the feelings.

What were you going to do?

“Satoru, I’m afraid,” you told him in a shaky whisper, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m afraid that you’re going to hurt me.”

He quickly took your face into his warm hands, looking into your sorrowful eyes, “I know, baby, I know, but you’re gonna have to trust me. I’m willing to trust you. We’ve both got a past. We just have to overcome it and I’d rather do it with than without you.” He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I just need you to let me in. Let me show you that I can take care of you. Please.”

There were reasons to believe that he wasn’t going to make good on his foreshadowed promises, but there were also reasons to believe that he was going to do just that. Take care of you and your fragile heart. That he wasn’t going to be like the last guy and treat you worse than dirt, but love you like you were always meant to be loved. He had just as much to lose as you and maybe that was why you chose to give it a shot.

“Okay.”

With a small gasp, he pulled back and stared at you with wide eyes. “Okay?” The excited tone to his voice made you smile as you rolled your eyes, nodding. He bit his lip to keep from smiling back, but he couldn’t help it. He kissed you and laughed, “So you’re my girlfriend now?”

You giggled, wanting nothing more than to hide your face. “I mean…yeah?”

Satoru cupped your face into his hands again, your skin melting against his gentle touch. His beautiful eyes held yours captive, face visibly flushed from the rush of emotions within him. His heart rattled against the cage of his chest, desperate to jump over the ledge and fall into the depths of your awaiting hands.

It felt like a millennia waiting for you to give him a yes, but an eternity for you to realize that he deserved a chance just like everyone else. You needed to be open to the possibility that maybe he didn’t waltz into your life to hurt you. Maybe he came to show you that good people still existed. He wasn’t perfect by any means but who was? Satoru came into your life for a reason and it was imperative that you gave him the chance to show you why he was there. Even if a relationship ended up not working out between you two, it was best to try and see what did. If a friendship awaited you two at the end, then didn’t you want to stay and find out?

In his eyes, you saw a man that longed to be loved, understood, cared for and given a chance. He wasn’t looked at as a human being by most in the jujutsu society. They saw him as the chosen one; powerful and born to stop all evil that flooded the streets of Japan. He was raised as a weapon. Never knew what a proper childhood was like. His life was stolen from him; it was no wonder he’d lost hope.

Until he met you.

You gave him reason. Gave him hope. Hope that his story is still unwritten. That there was more to come. That at the end, there weren't any credits but a sequel.

Gojou Satoru met you and found his new purpose. A reason to keep going because he wasn’t done living. He needed to stay because you existed, and became his world. He found you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. He needed to protect you, protect his treasure; protect his purpose because without you…he was no one. As much as you were his kryptonite, you were also his heroine.

He was drawn to you like a magnet. Your touch, your smell, your lingering perfume that clung to his clothing after a night of just holding you — those were the things that he held onto whenever he went back to his place. However, they faded after a day or so. He was forced to find you again, repeating the process because you helped him stay sane in this insane world of his. When you weren’t around, he needed to have a piece of you to anchor himself because he’d lose sight of his purpose.

The days could drag on, agonizing him to his limits but seeing you—seeing you made it all better. He was himself again and hated it when he had to go back home and look in the bathroom mirror after a long hot shower, watching his tormented expression stare back at him.

But now that you were officially his, there was nothing standing in his way. He could stop holding his breath and breathe. Take in your intoxicating fragrance again and again, and memorize it. Keep it with him at all times by not letting you out of his sight unless he truly had to. Not for too long or he’d come and find you again because you were his drug, so very addicting. Too painfully aware that one day, you might not be good for him anymore. That his possessive need to keep you close to him would become an obsession. If he wasn’t careful, he’d watch you slip through his fingers, but no. He couldn’t think about those things right now. Absolutely not.

You agreed to become his girlfriend. You were his now.

That was all that mattered.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes glistening with tears as he tried holding them back.

Your face softened immediately, holding his wrists gently, “What are you thanking me for?”

The air was still.

You blinked and watched as he dropped the last wall he still had up, ultimately letting you in, completely.

“Loving me.”

You were sure that nothing in this godforsaken world was better than kissing Satoru, the strongest man alive. How he made a simple kiss feel like your one and only hope to true salvation. How he enveloped not just your mouth but your body, your entire being into himself, shrouding your soul with warmth and a promise to keep you safe. That you could depend on him like he was going to learn to trust and depend on you. How he cradled your face like delicate porcelain, sliding his tongue over yours, sighing into the kiss that he never wanted to end.

Unfortunately, you had to breathe and pulled back, but he wasn’t done with you.

Not even close.

He wrapped his arms around you and turned over, switching your positions so that you were now on top of him, his hands at your hips, dangerously close to your thighs that begged to be touched; held.

Through his pale lashes, he stared at you, sweeping his eyes across your naked form that sat deliciously in front of him, waiting for his next move. Devouring the sight of you in silence made you feel anxious, pressing the plush tips of your fingers against his chest as you sat, staring back at him. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt one of his hands move inward, between your thighs, towards the source of heat he could feel.

He wore a growing smirk, intently focused on your twitching thighs, ears not missing the diminutive shy sounds that tried to sneak through your shaky breaths. Once he reached his destination, he couldn’t help but soak in the pleasurable look on your face as he pressed two of his slender fingers against the spot you needed him most.

“Satoru,” you moaned quietly under your breath, pleading him with your eyes not to tease you this way.

He chuckled with casual raised brows, head tilted a bit to the side, “Awh, come on. You always have so much to say. What happened to all of that?”

He was clearly torturing you. How mean he could be.

The pulsing at your core felt unbearable. If he was going to treat you with a bit of disrespect, then he’d need to remember that when you got on top — he didn’t have control anymore.

You did.

“You’re not being very nice.”

The steady tone of your voice wiped away the smile on his face as you wrapped a hand around his throat, pulling his attention away from your clit.

His eyes fluttered with surprise, hands gripping onto your legs to steady himself as he felt you slide back, brushing against his length that was now in between your wet folds. He groaned deeply, squeezing his eyes shut, holding himself back from embarrassing himself by creaming the outside of your pretty cunt. It was like sprinting towards the edge of a cliff and being forced to stop just before soaring to his death.

His dick twitched. With your weight on him, moving your hips agonizingly slowly, up, down and over the head of his cock like that — he was bound to lose his mind. He wanted nothing more than to impale you on his length and fuck you with nothing on his mind than showing you who was really in control here, no matter that you were now on top. However, with your hand on his throat, bullying his cock with your teasing hip rolls, he was completely at your mercy.

Good.

Because he was.

You leaned down, lips brushing his with a taunting smile, “Ohh, come now ‘Toru. You always have so much to say,” his breathing picked up, eyeing you down with nothing but want in his eyes. “What happened to all of that?”

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking in the process as his fingers dipped into your skin with desperation. “I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me please.”

“Mmm,” you cooed teasingly, grinding down harder against his pathetic cock that laid against his lower abdomen, pretty tip an angry red from the lack of real attention. “But do you deserve it?”

Of course he didn’t but that didn’t mean he was going to say that out loud. He was willing to say whatever you wanted him to just to get his dick wet and either way — you were going to give it to him because seeing him whine and beg was one thing, but actually giving him what he wanted was what you found to be the most fun.

His feet were planted into the mattress, hips daring to move up just to get more of that friction that you were unfairly denying him of. Oh how he wanted to just use your body until he was satisfied, filling your pretty pussy up again and again, ignoring your wants and needs just as you were ignoring his own. Did you deserve it? That question applied just as much to you as it did him. And did it matter?

His cock slid in between your puffy folds, willing to cum just from grinding up against you. Your eyes bored into his, curiously watching your boyfriend surrender to the desperate struggle that was now forced upon him. His hands flew to your hips, tugging you down each time the head of his cock disappeared into the warmth of your cunt. The low grunts that spilled from his lips made your body tingle, but you didn’t make a move to stop him.

Not yet.

“I’m g-gonna cum just like this,” he groaned out, forcing himself to stare down at the way your pretty pussy was now shiny with his pre and your arousal, a dangerous mix. “Fuck.”

“Satoruuu,” you sang in a light tone, quickly grabbing his attention again. “You would rather cum like this than inside of me?” Your face pulled into a fake pout, one he only saw as real through his lust blinded eyes. “That makes me a bit sad.”

If you’d stayed silent any longer, he would’ve thought about using your thighs or your tits to cum. You were being so rude a moment ago, he would’ve had no choice. Now you were offering him what he’d wanted the entire time. Your generosity always did come with a price. He couldn’t think of what that was going to be. Like he was really able to think at all at this point.

When you moved to hover over his twitching dick, blue irises flickered up between himself and you, skin itching and fingers prickling with anticipation.

“Please,” he looked at you again, obediently lying there awaiting your next move.

A smile found its way to your lips as you wrapped a soft hand around his length, directing the slick covered tip towards your sweet cunt, teasing him a few times by purposely missing the mark just to hear his breath hitch between attempts. His fingers curled around the sheets of the bed underneath him, eyes almost glossy with frustrated tears until he felt the kiss of warmth that came from you finally sinking down, little by little, onto him.

His moan was louder than yours, face twisted up in such a mesmerizing sight. Now that you didn’t need to hold him while letting him stretch you open, you chose to witness the way he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, letting the blood rush to his neck and covering the skin in blots of red. His skin was beginning to glint with sweat, face flushing and chest heaving with long low breaths. He looked so pretty underneath you.

You couldn’t wait to ruin him.

Once he was fully swallowed whole, you slid your hands up his abdomen to his chest, lightly tweaking at his neglected pink nipples, giggling at the way he shook under your touch. His eyes were closed now, deciding to let his other senses take over. He felt you move up, pitifully slow, before you dropped back down, causing him to cough out a broken moan.

Now you were just torturing him.

“Before you say ‘please’ again, know that I’m still in control. Therefore, I’m allowed to do whatever I please,” your cheeky smile made him sigh, hands taking refuge back at your hips to ground his shattering existence from sinking right into the mattress from the feel of your tight, beautifully silk, walls wrapped so deliciously around him. He’d give up just about anything to keep you right where you were. It was a feeling he’d die for.

“Then I won’t say anything,” Satoru replied, hazy blue eyes focusing on you, “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Your heart was likely to jump out of your chest from the way he was looking at you. Like you were his diamond in the midst of endless fields of sand. The brightest star in the sky and the warmest sun in the galaxy. His gaze was unwavering, and it almost made you want to look away. He was probably unaware of the amount of power that he held over you. You were never someone to be too vocal about your affection for him. Not for any particular reason other than being too scared to love another man. Especially him.

You knew how busy he could get. What his schedule was like. How dangerous his job was, and how willing he was to risk his life doing it. How, if he left one morning, there was no guarantee he’d come back the following evening. There was no doubt that he was strong enough to hold his own and protect other people but he could also be a bit reckless when he fought and sometimes, that scared you. Sometimes you couldn’t go with him on some missions, so he had to go alone and you were left wondering if he’d even come back.

Worrying about such things would’ve only drove you up a wall so you tried to force those thoughts back down from where they came. Focusing back on the task at hand.

He was your boyfriend now. It wasn’t weird to worry or scold him for things. You now had the right to tell him what was on your mind, no matter what it was about. It was strange, though. Calling him your boyfriend. You two worked so well as friends that now being a couple, you wondered how you were supposed to act around him. What was meant to change or not change?

Suddenly, you felt a slap across your bottom and you blinked, looking back down at him. Satoru had a frown on his face and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Are you overthinking again?”

You were forced to tell the truth. Wasn’t that the key to a successful relationship?

Another blink and you began to smile, dropping your eyes down to your hands on his chest. “Maybe…but I was just thinking about a few things. Nothing to talk about, really.”

“I would love to sit and talk about whatever it is that keeps grabbing at your attention, but can we do that after this?” There was a faint lopsided smile on his face now, hands already moving up your sides, thumbing at your soft skin. “I just really need you to be focused and here with me. Can you do that?”

“Can I do that?” You mused, playing with his nipples again. He twitched under your touch in response, eyes almost closing. “Of course I can. You’re so needy, you know that?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer when you began rocking your hips again, stalling it right on his tongue as he watched your tits bounce from the motion in front of him. Ultimately became distracted, attaching his lips around one of your neglected nipples. Your hands moved into his soft hair and gripped a handful of it, pushing your chest into his face to let him know to not stop.

Satoru’s thighs twitched against the curve of your ass until they began to shake when you shifted to leaning back, bringing your legs up. You planted your hands on his legs and used them for leverage, lifting yourself up and down on his cock, keeping your eyes on him. His eyebrows were pressed together, chest heaving and eyes fixated on the way your cunt slid along his length with ease. The only sounds that filled the room were your breathy moans and his whiny pleas that fell upon deaf ears as you kept at it until you began to feel your thighs burn.

“Can’t cum like this,” he mumbled, almost missing it over the sound of skin slapping against skin, from each time you sunk down on his cock. “Wanna see you. We need…ah…to switch.”

When you slid back down, you stilled and tried catching your breath. Pushing your body forward again and falling flat against his chest, you felt his upper body vibrate, getting your attention.

He was laughing.

You rose your head at him in curiosity to find a curve at his lips. As drowsy as he looked, you knew that he wasn’t there yet and neither were you.

“Tired?“ he asked, and you graced him with a small nod, eyes falling shut when you felt his lips against the middle of your forehead. A squeak slipped past yours when you felt his hand move across your ass. “Good,” he smirked, “Now it’s my turn.”

Your positions were once again flipped but this time, he settled for turning you on your side, your back meeting his chest. One of his arms snaked across your middle to settle a hand around your waist.

“You always choose the more intimate positions don’t you?”

His deep chuckle against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine, feeling his lips move against your warm skin.

“You know me so well.”

He didn’t have to spread you open to push himself back in because you did it for him. You tossed a leg over his bent one, parting yourself with nothing but impatience to feel him back inside. He didn’t waste any time pressing the head of his cock past your pretty folds, groaning out into your neck, wanting nothing more than to be back in you as well. Clenching onto him the minute he invaded your cunt, it almost sent him over the edge.

“If you knew what you felt like being wrapped around me like this,” he breathed near your ear again, smirking lazily. “You’d lose your mind too.”

Slightly, you turned your head so that you were able to see him, meeting his hazy blues. “Are you gonna fuck me or would you rather talk for the next 10 minutes?”

His frown made the butterflies in your stomach stir because you knew what provoking him entailed. There was going to be no more talking. Just the sounds of him fucking you to completion and your gratifying moans to translate how good it felt and how close you were getting.

He snapped his hips forward, jolting yours in the process. He repeated that until he met a comfortable pace, burying his face into your neck once more and letting himself get lost in everything that made you, you. The way you tried to conceal your shaky moans, too afraid of being too loud for the neighbors to hear and how your plump ass bounced against him with each thrust he made. The way your curves fit against him just right, like your body was made for him. How you curled a hand around the arm he had around your midsection, desperately wanting to use him to keep yourself anchored to this world. To him.

Everything about you drove him insane and even when you’d finally given yourself to him — every single part of you — he still couldn’t get enough. He needed more of you. He wanted to push his body into yours until he was able to combine your souls into one. Claim your entire essence and being as his, marked forever as the one that saved him from himself. You were his beaming light amongst the black ocean of his heart. Where he was drowning in his inescapable hell, you saw him and pulled him out of it all. How else could he thank you? Being your perfect imperfect boyfriend didn’t seem like enough. He wished to pull the stars down from the night sky and hand them all to you because you deserve something no one on earth could give you. Something only he was capable of giving you.

What was that? What was the very thing he could give you that no one else could? Something he hadn’t already given you?

It had to be a proclamation. He knew of your past with the other men you tried dating and knew none ever worked out because he was in your life now. You were never appreciated the way you should’ve been nor were you given the time that you deserved. You were unlike anyone on earth and yet — you were never treated as such. You deserved more than the petty “i like you’s” and “maybe you’re the one for me” because Satoru was there, desperate to show you that he felt more than that. He was a real man that knew what he wanted, and he wanted you.

Satoru couldn’t stomach the thought of you moving on to someone else. He hated the thought of leaving you behind for an assignment without a way for you to let people know that you were no longer available in any sort of way. Granted, nothing could stop someone from hitting on you no matter how apparent your relationship status was, but you’d best believe he was going to do his best.

And he knew exactly how to do it.

“Marry me.”

Unconditional love from a man that was oh so clearly written in the stars for you. A man that finally found his way to you and wanted nothing more than to make you completely his.

Your breath quickly got caught in your throat, trying to stop your head from spinning to make sure you’d heard him right.

“Satoru…” your eyes landed on him again, but his face was still hidden within the depths of your cozy neck. He kissed your skin with gentleness but continued to fuck you like he was on a mission. A possessive one. You held your moans back to fully connect with the sudden sprout of conversation. “What are you on about? Marry you? Is that what you said?“

His eyebrows furrowed, arm pulling you infinitely closer to his own body, ears blooming red. “Yeah…Marry me.“

“Hey,” you maneuvered to where he was forced to look at you, clearly embarrassed by what he feared your answer was going to be. It didn’t seem like it was going to be good. “What’s the matter? Why are you springing this up right…right now?” You stuttered out, wishing he’d stop for just a second so you could understand what this was all about.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…” he looked into your eyes and felt like he was nearing a sharp cliff except, instead of being scared like he usually would’ve been, he was ready to leap right off of it. Arms out and ready to fall into yours. Ready to give you what no one else ever did. “I love you. Like…I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widened. “I just need you to be mine in every way possible.” His head dipped back down, trying to shy away from the shocked look you were giving him. “Wanna skip this boyfriend-girlfriend bullshit and just put a ring on your finger already.” He finally stopped moving his hips and smiled, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “Just marry me, will ya’? We’ve known each other for a really long time. What’s skipping a few more chapters gonna do?”

“I…” You’d only just gotten used to being in an official relationship with him and now he was proposing to you? It was fast. Too fast, in fact, and again — you were the logical thinker between the two of you. He clearly didn’t like using his head. Was more fond of letting his heart do the deciding instead. Making such a lifelong decision wasn’t an easy one. Boyfriends in the past were merely flings on a flimsy promise of there one day being something more. You’d never met anyone that loved you the way Satoru was prepared to. A ring was materialistic but a promise to love you and only you for a lifetime — it was forever. The kind of promise that you couldn’t break no matter what. You viewed marriage as something sacred and long lasting. Not something done from a whim but because you’d fallen in love, and needed a bigger more real promise to keep that love alive.

You were prepared to deal with the fact that, one day, Satoru wouldn’t come home from a mission. As his girlfriend, it would’ve made things easier to handle but as his wife — that was asking for a little bit more. You were meant to love him above all else and place him in the most special part of your heart. A part so fragile, so small, so naked and vulnerable — a place not even seen by the bare eye or the best microscope in the world. A place reserved for that lifelong partner you were meant to die alongside with. You weren’t sure if you were ready to open that place inside of you just yet but truth is, were you ever going to be ready?

Falling in love was risky. It wasn’t about being ready. It was about everything that came with loving someone completely. Till death do you part.

But like a logical thinker, you tried to balance the stakes and whims that came from making such an important decision when that was exactly where you kept failing. Love…was risky. It wasn’t something you could predict or follow. Love was reckless; perilous even. You’d fallen into its trap and now you were finally being put to the test.

What was your answer?

“I…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said, feeling regretful. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I mean,” he sighed, “it’s too fast anyway. I asked you to be my girlfriend and now I’ve asked you to be my wife.” He dryly laughed, wanting to just disappear from the room altogether. “I can’t help but make a fool of myself I guess.“

“Yes.“

He stopped rambling and stared at you, almost feeling the air still around him. “Yes…what?”

When you started to move around, Satoru pulled out of you and let you turn to face him, his breath hitching at finally being able to see your face the right way. Your hand fell softly onto his cheek giving him a reassuring smile, heart racing within your chest.

What was your answer?

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

His bottom lip quivered and you couldn’t fight back a giggle watching a tear gather in one of his eyes, wasting no time tumbling across his cheek and onto the pillow he was laying on.

“You…you mean it? You’re saying yes? You wanna marry me?”

“Yes silly,” you pecked his lips, pulling at the fat of his cheek. “I will marry you…on one condition.”

His crystal blue eyes sparkled with excitement, arms already finding their places around you, pulling you against him.

“Anything, baby. Anything you want.”

You licked your lips before releasing a small breath, “You have to sell your penthouse. As your wife, I would like for us to live in a real home. A home that we can call ours with enough rooms…for our future…kids?” You let the question hang in the air, hoping it was something he wanted too. For as long as you’d known him, he always seemed to stay in very luxurious apartments. With him also being a sorcerer, he barely lived in any of them. You knew that part wasn’t going to change much if any, but a home was something you weren’t really willing to compromise on. His penthouse was surely nice, even though you hadn’t seen it, but as a married couple — it made more sense to build a life together in a bigger home with a nice yard. Maybe with a dog too. Or a cat.

Satoru gave you a flat look, almost surprised by your response.

“Is that it?”

Your face flushed with heat, fidgeting in his arms, “I mean yeah, uh… I was thinking that was going to be something I’d have to fight for since you’ve only lived in apartments. Sure it’s a pretty big change for you, right?”

He hummed and kissed your nose, eyes capturing yours, “Mmm, you’re right. It will be. I mean, having a real girlfriend was a major change but now a fiancé, future wife? With a nice big house? Kids? Hmm,” you giggled again as he looked thoughtful, holding you close to him. “I think it’ll feel like a new life, honestly. So yeah. Pretty big change but I’m ready for it. Ready to be your husband. God, I just realized something.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling warmly, “Uh oh. That’s never good.“

His broad shoulders shook with laughter, “Relax,” he whined. “I realized that I’ll get to make sweet love to you all the time now.” He smirked, pecking your lips once, twice and another. “Feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“Maybe,” you bit into your lip, letting your nails scratch along the upper part of his back, feeling his hands circle at yours. “-–we should start that lifelong journey right now. Let tonight be our first of many, yeah?”

“Your brain is just so sexy,” he dove down to your neck, biting and nipping at a few places he knew were your weak spots. Your back arched against his hands, letting out a small moan. “Kinda like the way you think, pretty.” He moved his lips to your ear, grinning devilishly. “Maybe I’ll do you one better and put a baby in you right now.”

You gasped but before you would have responded, you were turned back over onto your back just like you two started the night out, and watched your hungry fiancé hover on top of you. He used one of his hands to grip at the headboard once more, and peered down at you with dark blues and a conniving smile.

“Ready to be a mommy, baby? Because quite frankly, with how hard I’ve been for the past 20 minutes,” he used his free hand to lift one of your legs up and on his shoulder, kissing at your calf without cutting eye contact. “I definitely won’t be able to pull out.“

You let your hands travel up his toned abdomen, up and over his chest and back down, fingertips teasing the head of his cock. His eyebrows creased together as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His face was once again flushed and so was his tip, glistening and aching to be touched or inside of you again.

“Then how about you don’t,” you replied and his eyes were instantly back on you.

“You mean…”

You smiled, “We’re going to be married soon anyway, and I have faith you’d make a pretty decent dad. Wouldn’t you agree?“

His dick twitched against the palm of your hand. To you, it almost looked like he was salivating and touched at the same time. It was cute.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Satoru mumbled before he bent down and closed his mouth on yours, groaning as he lined himself back up to your cunt, wasting no time pushing himself back in.

And like a missing puzzle piece, he fit perfectly.

With your nails dug deep into his muscled back and his lips on yours, cock so deep it was like he was bullying your pretty pussy to open back up for him — you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. Even though he held the headboard tight in his hand, it kept slipping and hitting the wall each time he slammed his hips into yours. Neither of you paid any mind to it and eventually, somewhere in the midst of it all, he ditched the effort and focused on you. He chased his high and snuck a hand down to your sensitive nub, giving it quick circles that had you moaning so loud, you were almost positive you were going to get an eviction notice this time from the noise.

“Gettin’ close pretty girl?” Satoru said against your lips, smirking at the way you couldn’t keep your mouth closed even when it counted the most.

“Uhuh–,” you indulged him, unable to form any actual words at the moment.

The headboard thudded loudly against the wall the faster he went and soon, he felt his balls tighten up, finally releasing his load into your fertile cunt, feeling you squeeze around him with a grip as tight as a rope. Burying your face in his neck as he did with you, you kept yours legs wrapped tightly around him as you panted and whimpered. You shook in his arms, walls fluttering around his cock. He held you tightly, kissing at your slightly damp skin, rocking his hips slowly to ride out both of your orgasms.

After a few quiet moments, he pulled out of you and kissed your thighs before moving off of the bed, telling you that he’d be right back. You didn’t miss him for long when he padded back into the room with a warm, clean towel.

“Not like I wanna do anything but push all of this back into you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so let’s get you cleaned up shall we?”

Your little smile made his heart skip a tiny beat as he moved the cloth across your inner thighs towards puffy folds. He chuckled, watching your legs twitch with each soft touch.

He continued to clean you up in a quiet atmosphere, listening to just your breathing and the way the wind outside howled against the tall windows. The silence almost lulled you to sleep until you felt a pat against one of your legs, causing your eyes to fully open again.

Satoru greeted you with a small smile, “Done.” He shifted back off of bed and pointed a finger at you as he walked away. “Don’t go fallin’ asleep on me. Not until I come back to join you, yeah?”

Your lips formed into a cute pout, bringing a pillow over to hug against your chest as you moved to lay on your side.

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry and come back or you will find me asleep.”

“Ughhh. Alright, alright,” he groaned out like a child as he sulked out of the room, borderline speed walking to hurry back like you told him to.

The bed was so cozy and the sheets felt so warm. It was almost enough to force you to sleep, but you tried your best to stay conscious long enough to hear his footsteps come down the hall. Your face was pushed into the pillow that you were still hugging, so you didn’t see him walk in but heard him. Then you felt the bed dip down in a few places until you felt the heat from his body against your back, and muscled arms encircling you. He pulled you back until you were flush against his chest, his nose finding purchase against the nape of your neck.

His warm breath fanned across your skin creating little goosebumps.

“Still awake?”

“Mm.”

You felt his lips stretch into a smile. “Good.” He tightened his hold on you and closed his eyes. “I really meant it by the way.”

“Meant what?”

He was quiet for a moment. You almost wondered if he had actually fallen asleep on you when you heard him inhale softly.

“That I’m in love with you.”

A smile tried to form but you bit it back, squeezing the pillow in your arms. You could feel your heart begin to race and tried to calm it down enough to give him a decent response back.

“Well…I think you’ll find it a little surprising that I also feel the same way.”

“You’d better,” he grunted, kissing your neck. “I’d be pretty sad if you didn’t. Kinda proposed to you and everything. Would’ve sucked.”

You giggled. “Yeah, it would’ve.”

“My wife…” he said under his breath but you heard him nonetheless. “Now that’s got a ring to it. No pun intended.”

Your silvery laugh made him cough out a chuckle, hiding his face in your back, spreading small kisses along your shoulder.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

He smirked before humming, “Mmm, think I’ve been told that once or twice by a pretty lady before. Wait a second…I think I know this pretty lady.”

“Satoruuuu,” you whined, pushing your face further into the pillow, smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Babyyy,” he drew out, clearly teasing you.

Then the two of you heard a faint knocking at the door. Your head popped up, trying to make sure it was a knock you heard. Then it happened again and you looked over your shoulder at Satoru who was already looking at the bedroom doorway, an eyebrow raised.

“Who is that?” You asked, but before Satoru had the chance to say anything, you heard a familiar voice yelling outside your door.

“I know you two are still in there! Just know I’m going to the office tomorrow to file my final complaint on you two horny fuckers! Pack your bags because I am making damn sure you’re out of here by next month! Better fuckin’ believe it!”

After a few very quiet moments, you heard your neighbors front door slam closed and when you made eye contact with Satoru again, both of you bursted out into a fit of giggles.

It was a good thing you and him were going to be looking for houses soon. There was no way you were going to be able to fight to keep your lease after tonight.

Satoru pulled you into his arms so that you were now facing him and kissed all over your face, not missing a single spot.

“Love you.”

You smiled and breathed in the faint hint of cologne that was still stuck to his skin, “Love you more.”

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10 Years (Jungkook x Reader) (10 Seconds Part 3)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Manipulation, Murder, scenes of Domestic Abuse, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mentions of Past Domestic Abuse, Mentions of Torture (not depicted), Cult Like Activity, Forced Relationships, Smut, Blood (lots of it), Fear, Contraception

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.

Preview: He was made for sunset, his skin was practically glowing in the golden filter of light. You had never wished more in your life that he hadn’t met you the way he did. The more time you spent with him the more you wondered what it would have been like if he had talked to you that first day of classes. Would he have still gone this far? Those were dangerous thoughts to be thinking, but when he was this gentle with you it was hard to stop the prick of tears at the corners of your eyes. He confused you so much, and you knew what this was. Acting can sometimes feel more real than it truly is.

A/N: SURPRISE! HAPPY HALLOWEEN BABIES! Just for you, here is part three! I spent a whole week dedicating hours to write it so I could have a treat ready for you this Halloween! To date, this is my favorite chapter and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did!

Read Part Here (1) // Read Part Here (2) // Read Part Here (4)

You had pissed him off, that much was obvious. His fingers were still curled into the fabric of your underwear, one flex away from ripping them off. His jaw was tense and his cheeks hallowed in irritation as he fixed you with his intense glare. Jungkook was many things to you, the number one being your source of immeasurable fear. In that moment though, your glare was just as harsh; you were just as angry as he was but for far different reasons.

You were angry, but you also weren’t stupid. You knew that this could go one of two ways. You could fight back and piss him off further resulting in another punishment or him taking you anyways. Or you could play his game.

For once, you thanked God that you were such a fucking crybaby because letting all your pent up feelings out was going to be good for what you were going to do next. Your lips trembled as your eyes watered, brimming with tears that threatened to wet your flushed cheeks. You clenched your eyes shut as a choked cry left your lips, your hand coming up to harshly smack his chest.

“You don’t really love me!” You cried, trying to roll onto your side and away from him while curling your hands into your near naked chest.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

plap plap plap. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ penetration + fingering. ⋆ demolishing your pussy. ⋆ exhibitionism. ⋆ pounding you from the back. ⋆ breath play. ⋆ you’re so easy to break. ⋆ riding him.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

jerking him off while making out. ⋆ choso being affectionate. ⋆ working your hand on him. ⋆ polite roughhousing. ⋆ worshiping you. ⋆ gameplay. ⋆ overstimulation. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ bdsm.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. ⋆ thrusting inside his cute girl. ⋆ sitting on his lap. ⋆ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. ⋆ touching you. ⋆ what a pretty sight. ⋆ riding him.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

his way of taking care of you. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ rubbing your clit. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ gojo coded. ⋆ folded missionary. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ semi-public. ⋆ spooning you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

ghostface leaving you brainfucked. ⋆ cnc w ghostface. ⋆ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. ⋆ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. ⋆ fucking you too good. ⋆ bath sex.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

nasty backshots. ⋆ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. ⋆ taped up cunt. ⋆ bdsm. ⋆ hes so mean when fucking you. ⋆ headlock. ⋆ at his service. ⋆ manhandling. ⋆ pounding you from below.

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probably-rk

2 years ago

Sagau au with reader who hates them (or i prefer despises) after what they have done and just ignore their entire existence (even the kids). They didnt even talk / look them in the eyes (prob insults them-)

Not sure if i already ask this in ur ask box-

|| Wasted chance ||

Note! OH yes the other one is in my inbox I'm very sorry for the very late reply. I was kinda stuck on what to do??? I literally had to like rewrite this multiple times lmao??? Uh anyways I hope i this is OK??? Also Sorted out by nation!

✎...Includes:

❬Information:❭ cult and slight yandere themes, excessive use of the word 'who', slight mentions of abandonment and bleed.

Intro:

Hurting you wasn't their intention. No. They wouldn't hurt you.... Yet somehow they did. But they didn't mean to—they only wanted to protect your honor! They couldn't let an impostor tarnish their god's reputation! Blinded so much by the rage of someone wearing their god's face that they couldn't properly recognize who you truly were. Honestly. What kind of worshipper does not recognize their own God?

Now they can't do anything but watch you mingle with others—others who they thought had betrayed you. Jealousy clawing them like a raging beast when they see you give affection to the creatures they considered as monsters.

That should've been them. But what can they do? They deserved it.

Sinners do need to be punished after all and being abandoned by their God was theirs.

More under the cut!

Mondsadt, the nation of freedom. Full of life, joy and of course freedom. The first ever nation you stepped foot in and the first nation to almost kill you. Unable to forget the memory you doubt if you can still even step foot in there alone without breaking down even when they had apologized and begged for your forgiveness.

You can never forgive them for what they did and they were aware of that. They had harmed you in ways that no one can imagine.

Still they can never stop the burning jealousy whenever they see you interacting with the Hillichurls —or when they see you petting the slimes, decorating your face was a soft smile— they wanted to be the reason why you're smiling! Not some mindless elemental blobs!

But then again what can they do?

The nation's god—Venti—can never stand the painful feeling of something squeezing his heart whenever he sees you hand in hand with the Bough keeper Dainsleif or when he sees you calmly resting with Dvalin. Oh how he wishes it was him with you instead. The dandelion knight Jean, who could only watch as you and Albedo chat— her heart practically breaking when you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. Oh Archons... If only she listened to the alchemist.

And Archons don't even get me started at the uncountable amount of times Diluc almost wanted to rip his hair off in utter jealousy whenever he sees you clinging onto Kaeya's side like a lifeline as you two go on your way to meet Albedo all while treating his presence like a pebble on the side of the road. Eula who had lost all her will for vengeance. What's the point? Compared to her ancestors what she did was worse.

In Liyue it's not that different either. They were aware of what they did, they did almost kill you after all. But as annoying as it is, they were still persistent. Persistent of earning your forgiveness. Ningguang who sends you the most beautiful of gifts—the finest of silks only for it to be teard apart like paper by the geovishap hatchlings, in front of her face nonetheless. She could do nothing but watch as you let those vicious creatures tear and bite the cloth away—mustering nothing but a pained smile as you wordlessly look at her—taunting her even—but she does nothing but promise to bring a better one next time. It's okay, it's only money. She won't hesitate to spend every bit of her money if it means earning your forgiveness.

Zhongli—the nation's former god and your most devoted devotee or so he was. He no longer bears such title ever since he had tried to kill you- even so, he doesn't stop from trying to once again earn your favor, though he'd be lying if he said it doesn't hurt when you look at him with so much hate. He can't blame you but it pains him whenever you ignore him, whenever you throw and destroy the gifts he carefully picked. It hurts whenever he sees you so close with the twins neither can he deny the burning jealousy whenever he sees you treat Azdaha so closely. He has no right to be jealous- Archons none of them do.

Out of all Nations you visit Liyue the most. At first everyone was happy—proud even but you can imagine the disappointment when they realised that you only came there to board the the boats to Inazuma with Kazuha and the twins— Bediou was thankful that she took the samurai in. Even if its just for a short time she can bask in the presence of her God. Though she can't deny being jealous when she sees you so, so close with him nor can she deny the disappointment she feels when you finally leave the ship and onto Inazuman docks.

Speaking of Inazuma, Ei who orders her people to prepare the best room for you— adorning the place with beautiful ornaments she was so sure that you'd like, a king sized bed with the softest of pillows— all those effort and work only for her to be wordlessly rejected by you. Seriously you don't even look at her. Only shaking your head, grabbing Kazuha's arm- heading to the direction of the Kamisato household while the Twins and Paimon followed suit.

Honestly the only reason you even come to Inazuma was for Thoma and Itto, but these annoying pests keep getting in your way delaying you further—like Yoimiya inviting you for a firework show she planned on doing in your honor whenever you try and visit the oni—or Kokomi and Gorou's constant bouts of apology, saying they'll do better. You don't have any time for that!

The Kamisato household welcomes you dearly- not that you care of course - with Ayaka anxiously waiting outside with a hopeful smile inviting you for tea, that smile quickly disappears when you say you're only here for Thoma- she knew that you were only here for him but still tried, a foolish thing to do.

The children aren't treated any different either, of course you don't outright insult them—you just preferred not to interact with them. You know, you know shouldn't be mad at the kids-they were only influenced by the adults. It's the adults that should be punished. They hurt you. They almost killed you.

And as stated before multiple times they know that. They know they fucked up. Big time.

You hated them. But it's alright. Hate them all you want, insult and hurt them if you'd like. They won't fight back. They don't mind getting a hurt as long as its you.

They'll never falter. They love you. They won't stop trying to earn you favor. Beg, cry and bleed if they must. They don't care.

But it's all too late..

What they did is nothing but a wasted chance.

It was an opportunity they lost. An opportunity to serve you. To love you. To be used by you. To be adored by you.

It was all gone and just like how they had abandoned you— you abandoned them.

I am ashamed. This took way too long.

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probably-rk

2 years ago

Diluc & Drunk Creator Reader

Creator reader waking up in the world of genshin, thinking it's a dream, and proceeds to get drunk in Angel's Share because wow this dream is crazy and they can't find any of their favorite characters anyway (they're probably busy). Might as well drink the day away.

Drunk creator reader accidentally injuring themselves, maybe hitting a table or breaking a glass, now there's drops of gold blood on the tavern floor and the equally drunk patrons are panicking because the creator is sitting with them drunk??

Diluc arriving for his shift so confused and trying to calm the commotion but he can't understand a thing because everyone's too drunk to explain. He sees the gold blood and he sees you and you see him and you just-

Straight up start bawling because it's Diluc Ragnvindr in the flesh. You're crying and practically clinging to him, demanding why isn't he coming home??? And he's mortified bc wtf

"I gave you all my primogems, I have all your talent and ascension materials, I wouldn't mind losing 50/50 to you every time I pull but WHY AREN'T YOU COMING HOME TO ME!!!"

And he's just so lost and he doesn't know how to respond to that because what do you mean the divine creator wants him to come home???

And the whole Mondstadt gang arrives and there's Jean and Kaeya trying to help your drunk self and Barbara's healing your wound and Venti is crying with you and you're sobbing on the counter about how Diluc's being so stubborn and how Diluc-wanters are cursed to never be Diluc-havers and Diluc just stares at you, frozen.

And Jean just goes, "How could you not come home to their holiness!" to Diluc as she pats your back.

And poor Diluc is just so confused as the rest comforts you as if he's the bad guy who broke up with you.

Fast forward to a terrible hangover in the morning, you wake up in the Dawn Winery and Diluc's standing right in front of you, light blush on his cheeks, offering you a glass of water and pain meds and he sheepishly goes:

"I apologize. I'm not quite sure how to come home to you, so I hope you don't mind that I brought you to mine instead,"

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2 years ago

Catching them masturbating - JJK

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the sequel of this post. For Gojo, Nanami and Choso. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Content: dirty talk, handjob, oral sex (female and male receiving), swallowing cum, penetrative sex, fantasies about sex, cumming too soon + soft sex in Choso's part

Satoru Gojo

It's summer and it’s way too fucking hot. The weather and you. Gojo watches you training with your pupils from afar, not able to keep his eyes from your figure. You’re wearing such a short skirt again. And the way it rides up your thighs, higher and higher, has him mesmerized.

He gulps when he catches your eyes. You look at him, your expression unreadable. Shit, did you see him staring? Gojo gulps, scratching his neck before he waves at you, trying his best to keep his smile casual. You wave back at him, your full lips forming into a smile. God, you’re beautiful.

He lets out a deep breath as he turns around, taking long strides across the campus to reach his office. Oh man, looking at you makes him stupid. But you’re just so enchanting. Gojo can’t keep himself from looking at you, his eyes always traveling to you, no matter how hard he tries not to stare.

After the incident of pleasuring himself in his office a week ago he has restrained from touching himself to the thought of you. But now, as he sits on the couch, the fantasies creep back into his mind with a certain persistence. And the way your skirt rode up your thighs just now doesn’t help his state at all. He mindlessly scrolls through his phone, trying to distract himself. He desperately tries to think about anything other than the fullness of your glistening lips or the way your skirt hugs your ass so perfectly. Fuck. Gojo sighs, tossing his phone next to him. He knows it’s a useless endeavor. It just doesn’t work; not thinking about you. How could he? You’re a fellow teacher so he sees you almost everyday.

You’re his colleague that’s why he feels shame mixing in with the lust cursing through his body. He knows it’s foolish, perverse even to do it but he can’t help himself. You’re taking up all the space in his head and it makes him nearly sick. Gojo curses loudly when he feels the blood rushing down his body. He has to get you out of his mind, and he only knows one way to do that.

A string of curses falls from his lips as he hurriedly tugs down his pants and boxers. Just once more, and then he’ll stop this inappropriate behavior, that’s what he’s promising himself as his hand wraps around his twitching dick. He lazily strokes his aching length, pumping into his flushed tip.

His head falls against the backrest as his eyes flutter shut. The image of your short skirt comes into his mind instantly. He pictures his hands gliding along your hips, pulling up the hemline to reveal your bare ass to him. He imagines pulling your panties to the side, his long fingers gliding along your soaking folds before he plunges them inside of you. He increases the pace of his hand, imitating the pace of how he would thrust his fingers inside of your dripping pussy. A bead of pre-cum drips form his cock, easing the glide of his steady hand. Gojo groans quietly, imagining it’s your wetness that coats his throbbing dick.

And then he stops his movement. He curses quietly under his breath. Gojo feels a familiar energy approaching. It’s you. He holds his breath, wondering if you’re really on the way to him. He hears your timid knocking on his door. The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his hand. It feels like a deja-vu; somehow he finds himself in this precarious situation again.

And this time it’s different. Gojo doesn’t know what possesses him. Before he even realizes what these short words entail they drop from his lips, hurriedly and strained “Come in.”

If the situation wouldn’t be that serious he would probably laugh at the expression on your face as your eyes land on him. Your gaze trails over his white hair hanging into his face, down to his spread legs, and his large hand wrapped around his flushed dick. Your eyes quickly flicker back up to his face, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours. You open and close your mouth, unable to utter a word, your face flushed in embarrassment.

The silence that encompasses you two is almost unbearable. And then you just turn on your heel, walking towards the door. Gojo feels shame and embarrassment burn in his chest. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he just made a big mistake. He lets go of his dick, grabbing a cushion to cover himself.

“Wait, I’m sorry y/n,” he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically weak. The tension in the room is nearly ripping him apart, as you stand with your hand on the door handle. His eyes bore into your back and he would love nothing more than to see your expression. Your name falls from his parted lips again, softly and apologetically.

You turn around while running a hand through your hair. You take a few seconds before your eyes fix on his. You frown at him.

“This is fucking insane. You’re actually insane,” you finally say with a small voice. He doesn’t know why but hearing you say anything at least soothes him a little bit.

Gojo swallows, sighing shakily, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” he mumbles with a sense of guilt.

You shake your head slightly, averting his piercing gaze. “Then why did you? Why did you let me in?”

His eyebrows rise slightly in surprise; he didn’t expect this question. “I- uh” he stutters, his voice hoarse. “I thought maybe that you would…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He just exposed himself physically, he isn’t sure if he can uncover more of himself.

“Help you?” You finish his sentence, your words merely a whisper. Your gaze travels back to him, fixing on his eyes. He notices the hesitance in your voice and expression. He gulps, feeling the dryness of his throat. He does nothing to hide the strong red blush sprawled across his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he breathes in response. He watches you processing what he just said.

“How can I help you?” You ask. And the wording of the question, the absurdness of the situation as a whole, makes a small chuckle fall from his lips.

“Come here,” he demands softly. And he almost can’t believe his eyes when you come closer to him. He has seen a lot of things, but you walking towards him like this, your face unsure and vulnerable, makes his heart beat impossibly faster. His anticipation heightens as you cross the distance between you two.

Gojo lets out a shaky breath as you kneel down in front of him. He stays frozen as you pull the cushion away from him, revealing his hard cock to you. He almost feels proud when he notices your intimidated expression at the sheer size of his dick. You stay silent as you timidly wrap your hand around his girth. Gojo shudders at the sensation of your delicate wrapped around him.

You tear your gaze away from his cock, looking up at him, a slight smile tugging at your lips. You slowly move your hand, pumping into his swollen tip. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathes, his hungry eyes taking in the sinful picture in front of him. Your touch is the same as in the past; cautious and gentle. But as you start to move your hand faster he notices you losing any of your usual wariness. Your delicate hand moves up and down his aching length as if you have thought about this as well. A moan slips past his parted lips as another bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip, helping to ease the glide of your ceaseless hand.

And then you lean down, circling the sensitive tip of his with your soft lips. A gasp escapes his mouth at the sensation. His one hand threads through your hair, his dark blue eyes trained on your lips wrapped around him. You take more of him in your mouth, eliciting him a small groan. And then you start bobbing your head, your hand following your movement on what you can’t fit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. I knew you would be good at this,” he mutters, his breath caught a little as he spoke.

Gojo groans as you moan around him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk up. You shortly let go of him, a string of spit connecting you to his flushed tip as you pull away.

“You thought about this?” You ask unbelieving,“What else did you think about?” Your hazy eyes are fixed on his face curiously. His thumb glides along your bottom lip, wiping the spit off.

“You wanna hear what I fantasized about?” Fuck. Apparently, you aren’t such a good girl as he assumed. You nod your head, continuing to drag your hand along his sloppy dick.

He swallows before he speaks. “I thought about this, about you-” he starts, his voice hoarse. A low gasp interrupts his sentence when you take his dick into your mouth again. “Thought about you sucking me off like this,” he mumbles, watching your eyes watering as you bob your head again.

“Thought about fucking you,” he almost groans, his hips jerking up again at the thought. His heightening arousal makes it hard to speak coherently but he tries. The delirious look of your eyes at his words only riling him up more.

“Was wondering how wet you would be for me, how you would feel wrapped around me,” Gojo mumbles, feeling you coaxing him closer and closer to his impending orgasm.

The thought of these fantasies and the sensation of telling you them as you choke on his cock is making him nearly tip over the edge. But what finally does it for him are your beautiful eyes, the look of pure devotion as you watch him fall apart above you.

His hips jerk up helplessly, rutting in the warm and wet heat of your mouth. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum,” he mumbles, his dick pulsating deep inside of your throat.

You let go of him, your hand jerking him through his orgasm as you loll out your tongue. He watches you like that, your lips glistening with spit, your half-lidded eyes set on him. His breath falters and ceases for a moment just before he cums.

A string of curses leaves his lips as his hot cum shoots out of him. He watches the strings of cum coating your tongue and lips white as you pump into his increasingly sensitive tip to milk him dry. The sound of your delirious moan as you taste him makes him groan loudly. You stop your movement once you’ve swallowed all of his spent. You let go of him, his reddened dick falling heavy against his thigh.

And as he wipes some spit and cum off your chin he thinks that maybe he doesn’t have to break that promise of not touching himself. Maybe you will keep helping him like this.

Kento Nanami

You’re still standing in the dimly lit office, your eyes scanning his face. “Uhm…Are you okay?” You ask, your face is painted with worry, as your eyes trail over his flustered face.

His voice is hoarse as he mutters quietly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Nanami tries to keep his face his straight, although he worries about the situation he finds himself in. How can he put his pants back on discreetly? What about his soiled hand, coated with his spent? He averts your gaze, scanning the room, desperately thinking of a way out of this odd situation.

“You look like you have a fever or something,” you mutter as you take slow strides through the office. Fuck, you’re walking towards your desk that is right in front of his. He feels his cheeks heating up. Why did he even touch himself at work? His brain must have short circuited.

He feels utterly helpless, backed in a corner as he has no other choice than to just watch you. You look over your desk again, trying to find your phone or whatever and Nanami seizes the opportunity. He quickly lifts his hips but then you turn around again and he sits back down. Shit.

“You really didn’t see my keys?” You ask again, frowning slightly.

Goddamn, these fucking keys. “No,” he grits through his teeth.

You raise your brows as his annoyed voice falls on your ears. Your face drops a little.Nanami rubs his clean hand over his face, letting out a sigh. And as he has his eyes closed he doesn’t register you squatting down, your eyes trailing over the floor, searching for a glint of silver in the dark. But what you find instead is Nanami’s half-hardened, thick dick glistening with his cum. Your heart stops for a second as you take in the sight.

“Oh my god,” you say, your chest tightening.

The tone of your voice has Nanami perking up and when he sees you getting back up he feels his heart clenching. From the look on your face, he doesn’t even have to ask if you saw something. Your face is flushed in embarrassment, your eyes so wide they are about to plop out of your head. He quickly closes his pants, but that’s far too late now.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m really am sickened, I’m so sorry,“ he doesn’t even know what to say, how to apologize for this. He gets up and then he sees his cum still on his hand. He finds a tissue somewhere, wiping himself clean, while you just stand there, listening to him mumbling his apology.

“Are you okay?” He asks when you still just look at him with your widened eyes.

He gulps, the embarrassment and guilt burning in his chest. He probably feels as overwhelmed by the situation as you.

“You were jerking off here?” You ask flabbergasted, your voice quiet.

Nanami gulps. “Yeah. I- I’m sorry.” He averts your gaze, not wanting to see your expression, afraid of what it might entail.

“Why here? What were you thinking about?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper.

The question catches him off guard. He’s sure he didn’t hear you right “I- what?”

“What did you think about?” You repeat yourself, your eyebrows raising, your challenging eyes fixed on him.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to utter anything.

He sees you struggling, before your soft voice fills up the vacant office again. “Were you thinking about me?”

He feels like he is hit by a brick. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he starts again.

You frown slightly, your voice harder now. “That doesn’t answer my question, Nanami.”

The way you say his name is what gets him. He sighs, averting your gaze as he mumbles a low yes. He thinks he is about to combust from all the shame and embarrassment that fills him.

“What exactly were you thinking about?” You asks again, but he only shakes his head, hiding his face in his hands. Why are you teasing him with these questions?

He hears you sighing, but he is still too afraid to look into your face. He hears your heels on the floor and he feels your warmth when you stand in front of him. Are you going to hit him? He deserves it. He braces himself internally, lowering his hands to reveal his face to you.

And when his eyes take in your face before him, his breath hitches. You don’t look pissed. The surprise is still evident on your face, but there is something else hidden in your expression.

“If you don’t wanna tell me, you can show me,” you propose, your voice so low he has trouble understanding you. But even if you would have screamed these words, he would’ve think he didn’t get it right.

Now it’s Nanami’s turn to be flabbergasted. He looks at you dumbfounded, his brown eyes trailing over your features. Is he still dreaming? “What did you say?”

You repeat your sentence, averting his gaze as you fumble with your hands.

“I- are you sure?” He asks breathlessly, a chuckle daring to rip past his lips at the turn of events.

You look at him again, nodding your head as you step a little closer to him. And your eyes are unbelievable as they set on his, glistening in the low light. He must be dreaming.

But then you extend your arm to cradle his face in your delicate hand. And before his mind can react, his body does. He leans down and your lips meet. The kiss is soft at first. Nanami realizes how soft your lips are and the more he tastes of you the hungrier he gets.

His tongue prods into your mouth eagerly, his hands smoothing over your body before he pulls away breathlessly. He moves you towards his desk, as you sit a top of it.

His large palms rest on your thighs as he lets his gaze travel over your figure. He really can’t believe what is happening right now. A smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief as he mutters “Were you thinking about me as well?”

You avert his gaze, a low chuckle falling from your lips, as your cheeks blush profusely. He stops you from pressing your thighs together, only spreading them further apart. You don’t have to answer him, your bodily reaction is answer enough.

He smoothes his hands along your hips and waist until they cup your breasts through your blouse. His thumb brushes along your nipples until they perk up noticeably through the sheer material. He watches your face while doing so, seeing the blush creeping up your neck and the lust-drunk look in your eyes.

He moves to unbutton your blouse, revealing your bare chest to him. So he was right in assuming that you took off your bra earlier. He presses soft kisses onto your neck, his one hand cradling your jaw to give him more access. He trails lower and lower until his mouth latches onto your sensitive nipple, sucking ever so slightly.

He feels blood rushing down his body again, your scent and your body clouding his mind. Your delicate hands cradle into his blond hair, tugging ever so slightly. A groan rips past his lips before he moves onto your other nipple. He lets go of it within a few seconds.

He looks up at you and his heart melts in his chest when he sees the loving expression on your face. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He breaths feathery kisses onto your stomach, dipping lower and lower until he hikes up your skirt. He takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs.

The sight before him has him gaping. Your pussy is just too pretty. His large finger glides along your folds, collecting your wetness. He slowly circles your clit, watching your eyes grow wide at the pleasure.

Then he presses soft kisses onto your thighs. And he relishes in the way you slightly squirm, the tugging at his hair indication of your desire to finally have him buried in your pussy.

“I’m sorry that this happened like this,” he breathes, his hot breath fanning over your soaking folds. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”

The way you hum a soft yes, arching your back ever so slightly towards him makes his blood run hot. His hands grab your ass forcefully as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He has to suppress a moan when he tastes you on his tongue. You’re just so sweet. Nanami might just found his new favorite dessert.

His tongue laps at your folds before his lips seal around your clit and he sucks slightly. The delicious sound this elicits you has his cock twitching. He groans against your soaking pussy and sucks harder on your sensitive clit.

He moves his one hand, plunging his finger inside of you. Fuck, you’re so fucking soft. He can’t help but to wonder how heavenly you would feel wrapped around his dick. His cock throbs painfully in his pants and he is sure he could cum just from the sensation of your pussy on his lips and your lewd noises.

He starts to pump his finger inside of you, adding a second one as he feels how wet you are. His tongue circles your bundle of nerves as he does so. And when he sucks on your clit and curls his fingers inside of you, your breathless pants turn into soft moans. He longs to hear more of you, he wants to hear you moan his name, he wants to hear you scream and beg and plead for him to give you his all. But this is about you now, not about him.

So Nanami works deliberately, curling his fingers just right to reach that magical spot inside of you. And when he sucks harshly on your clit again, your pussy spasms around him. He groans when your legs shake around his head. You tremble, your moans turning into high-pitches whimpers as he coaxes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

The way your hands tug on his hair is nearly hurting him but he doesn’t care. He wants to have you gushing all over his tongue and fingers, he wants to be drenched from your juices. So he increases his pace and within a few seconds he has you tipping over the edge. Your spine bows, and a sweet whine of his name drops onto his ears as you come undone.

He watches you intensively as he draws your orgasm from you. Your eyes are shut tight, your mouth opened as his name drops from your lips. A groan falls from his glistening lips and he continuous to pump his fingers into you while his thumb rubs over your throbbing clit until you whine from the overstimulation.

If he thought earlier the sight of you late night working was amazing, the sight of you cumming all over his fingers is groundbreaking. He’ll never get enough of this. Nanami licks your cum off his fingers, savoring your taste, his dark eyes still set on you. And then you open your eyes, catching his gaze. The way your chest rises with your ragged breath and your flushed skin makes him almost proud, knowing that he did that to you.

“Do you forgive me?” He asks, his voice a little breathless. You just have to forgive him. He’ll do anything to make sure you do.

Choso

“Fuck, you’re so heavy, Choso,” you mutter, desperately trying to keep him steady on his wobbly legs. Only a few more meters and you let him drop onto the couch. You plop down right next to him, catching your breath.

“Why did you drink so much?” You ask, still panting from low-key dragging him up the stairs.

He looks at you, an uncharacteristically smug grin on his lips. “Sorry,” he slurs.

You laugh and the sound of it only makes him grin brighter. “It’s all good,” you say, not sober yourself after the drinks you two had at the bar.

“Can I sleep over here?” You ask, although you already know his answer. You often sleep over at his place when you come home that late.

“Sure,” he answers, his half-lidded eyes trailing over your face before he averts his gaze. “You want to borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah that would be great,” you beam at him. Choso makes a move to get up but you beat him to hit.

“I think it’s better if I get one myself,” you say, standing up.

He only nods, watching your retreating figure as you go to his bedroom. He has to resist the urge to follow you and help you. He swallows thickly when you get out again, only wearing his t-shirt now. He remembers what he did the last time when you were wearing his shirt.

He clears his throat, trying to think of something other than that. You walk towards the kitchen getting water for you both. Choso tries his best to keep his gaze from lingering on your bare legs for too long. He quickly takes the water you hand him, gulping it down.

“Wow, someone’s thirsty,” you chuckle, watching a drop of water run down his chin. Oh, you have no idea how much.

“Are you tired?” He asks, wiping the water off his jaw with the back of his hand.

“A little bit,” you answer.

“You wanna sleep in my bed today?” The question leaves his mouth before he can stop it.

You slightly raise your eyebrows. “I can sleep on the couch, that’s no problem. It’s your bed," you mumble sheepishly.

“The bed is way more comfortable. We can share if it’s okay for you?” He asks, his voice hopeful, the look in his eyes almost pleading.

In your drunken state you don’t need any convincing at all. No problem with two friends sharing a bed, right?

That’s how you find yourself in his large bed, the covers wrapped around you. It’s true; it’s way more comfortable than the couch and within a few minutes you’ve fallen asleep. Choso tries his best to fall asleep as well, mirroring your steady breathing. But he already knows it’s a useless endeavor. How could he fall asleep when you are right next to him? He dreamed of this scenario too many times; you in his bed, just without you being asleep.

He watches you in the dark room; his eyes taking in the way the covers hug your body, the way your messy hair is sprawling across the pillow. A soft smile plays around his lips, his finger taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around his finger before he realizes what he is doing.

He sighs, trying to put as much space between you and him as he can. He crosses his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling to stop touching you. Although the bed is big he feels the lack of proximity; his heart beats against his ribcage, his palms dampening.

Choso feels blood rushing down his body. And the alcohol cursing through his veins doesn’t help him in stopping his horny state - rather the opposite is the case. He ignores his throbbing dick in his pants for another few minutes before he gets up. The urge to get a release makes his mind hazy.

He is in his bathroom now, the door ajar, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers to free his aching cock. He gulps hard when he thinks what he is about to do. He really thought he wouldn’t cross such a boundary but he just won’t be able to close an eye if he doesn’t help himself now. He just has to.

He hisses quietly as he wraps his hand around himself. Choso relishes in the feeling of his palm dragging along his length. He closes his eyes and starts indulging in his fantasies about you.

He’s so wrapped up in his imagination that he doesn’t hear your footsteps. He doesn’t even notice the creak of the door as you open it. Your bleary eyes and weary mind take a few seconds to process the picture that is presenting itself to you; your friend with his hand wrapped around his dick. It’s Choso, but in a state you haven’t seen him before. His face and bare chest are flushed red, his hair messily hanging into his face, his jaw slack, releasing weakened groans of pleasure. That is until you say his name.

He opens his eyes, a low gasp escaping his mouth. Your name falls from his lips in disbelief. He quickly lets go of himself, hurriedly tugging up his pants.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in a small panicky voice, his dark eyes jumping over your face in panic. He notices the sleepiness gone from your eyes as your mouth hangs agape in surprise.

“I- no- what are you doing?” You squeak.

Choso averts your eyes, not able to know how to react to this situation. He feels his face hot, blushing in embarrassment and his chest burns with shame.

“I’m sorry that you had to see this,” he mumbles meekly after a few seconds.

He is afraid to look at your face but he can hear the smile in your voice as you mumble a low “Don’t worry, Choso. It’s okay,” you reassure him. “Let’s just go back to sleep okay?” You propose.

He nods, letting out a deep sigh. Relief floods his body that you don’t make a big deal out of it.

That is until you both are laying on the bed and a quiet chuckle rips past your lips, cutting through the silence.

“What are you laughing at?” Choso asks, turning around to look at your face. You stare at the ceiling until you slightly turn your head. Your beautiful eyes are glinting with mischief.

“You got a nice dick,” you mumble, the grin evident on your face.

Choso doesn’t know if he wants to laugh with you or cry out of embarrassment. “Shut up,” he mumbles crankily, blushing profusely.

“That’s a compliment,” you continue, acting hurt by his lack of thankfulness.

He only shakes his head slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“I mean it. Really big,” you playfully mumble.

Choso feels like he is about to combust. He frowns at you but his expression only makes you cackle.

“And thick” you continue, a shit-eating grin on your face, as you rile him up.

This is the last straw for Choso. He’s fast; his hand covering your mouth within a second. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, your laugh stifled by his large palm.

And the way your eyes glint at him amusedly makes a small smile appear on his face. “You’re really insufferable,” he mumbles, slowly lowering his hand.

His eyes fix on your face, observing how the smug grin on your face turns softer. He cradles your face in his hand and his breath hitches when you lean into his touch. The atmosphere has changed somehow.

“Sorry for teasing you,” you say, with your voice as soft as your smile.

“No, I’m sorry,” Choso mumbles, his thumb smoothing over your face softly. He gulps, his heart beating violently against his chest as he feels the softness of your skin. He looms closer to you. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”

He notices your breath hitching, as your eyes fix on his lips. You open your mouth slightly before closing it again. You move your hand, smoothing a strand of hair away from his eyes, your fingers brushing against his warm skin, still avoiding to look into his eyes. He’s so close, he feels your breath fanning over his face. You look up, your captivating eyes locking with his.

Choso isn’t the best with social cues, but he knows you so well; he knows every of your expressions. Just this one is new to him; your pupils dilated, your mouth slightly parted and your cheeks flushed. It’s painted all over your face that you want to kiss him. So he leans closer, pressing his lips onto yours.

The warm, plush of your lips meet his and he swears he is about to collapse. His one hand finds purchase on your waist, fingers gently dipping into your flesh. The kiss is soft and tender at first, his one hand cradling your face as if you’re made out of glass. His tongue moves against your own, slowly but surely exploring you, tasting you until you’re the only thing that he can sense.

Choso pulls away breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting so long to finally do this,” he admits, his dark eyes trailing over your face lovingly. And the way you smile up at him only makes him want to kiss you more.

“Then why did you stop?” You ask him breathlessly, your chest swelling with affection.

A low chuckle rips past his chest before his lips are on yours again. This time the kiss is hungrier, desperate even. He presses himself impossibly closer to you, his hand that isn’t tangled in your hair is smoothing over the side of your body. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly.

His palm smooths over your hips, waist, higher and higher, until it cups your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, while he swallows the moan he draws from you. If he doesn’t pull himself together, he might cum from just kissing and touching you.

The kiss grows deeper and harder until it turned frantic. Just tasting your lips, your tongue, wasn’t enough. He needs more of you. Now that he had a taste he can’t seem to get enough.

Choso let’s his hand glide down your body, his ceaseless fingers tugging your panties down. You move with him, bucking up your hips so he can pull them down. He stops his movement for a second as he takes in your pretty pussy. It’s like a dream come true. He lets his finger glide along your folds, spreading your wetness.

His voice is hoarse as he mutters, “You’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you properly.” He almost sounds surprised. He watches your face growing hot, your eyes averting his imploring gaze as his dark eyes find yours. “Now you’re shy?” He teases you playfully.

“Shu-,” you start to retort weakly but your response gets cut off by your small moan, as he plunges his finger inside of you. He watches your face scrunch up in delight as he adds a second finger, thrusting them into you lazily while his thumb circles your clit.

He works like that, observing every of your sounds and reactions until he has you squirming slightly, your breathing getting heavier and faster. His blood runs hot at the way you lose yourself because of his touch.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, watching you in awe as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your thighs quiver. Choso desperately tries to ignore his throbbing cock, knowing that he could cum from the sight of you gushing around his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. But you don’t even have to tell him; he can already feel it. Your walls spasm around his fingers and your spine bows as your orgasm washes over you. He works you through it, until your puffy clit is so sensitive that you squirm underneath him.

He only lets go of you then, his half-lidded eyes fixed on yours. “I need you so bad,” he rasps, the devotion in is voice making you clench around nothing.

You gulp, whispering a low “come here.” He does so after he loses his pants and boxers. Choso crawls back up to you, positioning himself between your spread legs.

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, his hand cradling your head gently. His dick twitches against your thigh and he knows you both can’t wait any longer. He aligns himself to you, his eyes staying firmly on you as he sinks into you slowly.

His dick drags along your walls inch for inch until he bottoms out. He stays like this, pulling himself together to not cum at this instant. He feels utterly helpless, loosing himself in the heat of your pussy. His gaze is vulnerable and deliberate, as he succumbs to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his voice soft with affection. You clench around him in response, causing a groan to slip past his lips. Your delicate hand tangles into his hair, pulling himself close to you so you can kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss with an equal vigor.

And then he starts to move, dragging his dick out of you, just to thrust deeper inside of you. He drinks up all your moans and whimpers. And you swallow his low moan as your nails rake down his back. He fucks you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to mold himself into you.

Choso can’t seem to tear himself away from you. His lips are on yours as you pant and moan against each other’s mouths. “So good, so fucking good,” he breathes into your lips, not ever being able to get over how your pussy sucks him in.

Then he starts moving faster as you desperately cling onto him. He ruts into you with fast and hard thrust. He groans into your neck, frantically trying not to cum. But it is so hard for him; all your pretty sounds fall right onto his ear and your pussy is just way to wet and soft.

He already knows that he won’t be lasting long. But he just can’t stop, not when he hears how he makes you feel. So he pounds into you relentlessly, the squelching sound of your pussy mixing in with his desperate groans.

That is until his name slips past your lips. The sound of it nearly a moan, so tender and devoted. It makes him tip over the edge suddenly. Choso groans, his brows furrowing, helplessly thrusting inside you once more as he comes undone. He moans your name along a string of curses as he spills his hot cum into you, painting your walls white.

He slumps his figure against yours, his face flushing hot. “Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes, slight shame making itself apparent in his chest.

“Don’t worry,” you breathe, your hand stroking over his hair tenderly. “I mean I caught you jacking off like 10 minutes ago,” your voice is amused, a breathless little chuckle falling onto his ears. He smiles into the crook of your neck, the sound of it dissolving any negative feelings inside of him.

Choso moves, his face now hovering above you, his half-lidded eyes gazing deeply into yours.

“That wasn’t the problem. That was all you. You and your perfect pussy” he breathes into your lips.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

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4 months ago

jeon jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas and selling books.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) office romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! screaming at how sexy, dirty minded, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s in this fic ugh the wattpad girlies already know that they’re my adopted parents)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard with its refreshing plot line! and tbh no words are enough to describe her writing abilities, she’s a pro✨)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! ALSO THE SEGSUAL TENSION AND OVERALL YEARNING MA’AM!? can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! lemme warn ya’ll this fic will keep getting better as you read it!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my babies TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

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2 years ago

Fate, Intertwined

Tartaglia never cared much for worship of the Overseer. Until he learnt of the perks that came with it.

Warnings: Childe speaks one language and it is battle, and unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for him the player is fluent.

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It began with rage.

The Traveler, nuisance extraordinaire, in cahoots with Rex Lapis to fake the Archon's death and stealthily hide the Gnosis - or so Childe had thought when he raised his blade at the blonde - and to make a complete fool out of him. Oh, how he'd wanted to crush them then and there, mission be damned.

The rage turned into surprise and then into begrudging respect when the Outlander matched his blows, holding their own against the might of his Vision, his Delusion - admirable, really. By the time he'd been forced into Foul Legacy, the battle-hungry Harbinger already wore a smile on his concealed face, rage cast aside momentarily. It had been long since he'd enjoyed such a fight, and he was determined to make the most of it, no leftover annoyance or anger to blind his senses and deprive him from the joy and intensity of combat.

He did not feel you during that battle. Or, at least, did not recognise your presence, guiding his opponent's moves. How could he, when you had yet to take him as a vessel? Ajax was far from a dedicated worshipper at that point, having heard of your existence in passing and disregarded it as nothing more than folk tales. Even if the Overseer was real, he used to think to himself, the only god he followed was the Tsaritsa, and that was simply because she had allowed him to grow stronger. If you wanted him as an acolyte, he'd told Zhongli once, you'd have to come to Teyvat and fight him yourself. If you bested him, he'd follow you to the ends of Teyvat and beyond, but he had no time for a god who didn't bother to show face in the battlefield.

The week that followed, the Traveler returned. And in the next. And in the one after that. It became routine, so much so that he started making room in his schedule to fit the weekly arrangement. When asked about it, the Harbinger only smiled. "I'm meeting a friend."

Then, the starshowers happened. He'd never cared much to learn what they meant, but had, in passing, heard they were tied to you. He wouldn't deny, it was a beautiful spectacle, but Tartaglia rarely had the time to stop and enjoy the show. So, he'd just chosen to look at them once and call it a day.

The stars didn't seem to agree with this course of action.

He could swear he was hearing someone calling for him, but no matter how many times he turned around, he just couldn't figure out who. There was also the matter of the constant tugging. He'd never felt something like that, as if binding ropes pulled him in a direction he could not comprehend.

They came to him both awake and in dreams - "Come home, Childe. Come home."

It eventually got so bad he resorted to Bubu Pharmacy. He was barely getting any sleep, and it seemed that the more he fought off the pulling sensation, the stronger it got. Unrelenting. Unwavering. Unyielding.

Ajax. Come home.

"Qiqi knows. Qiqi thinks... Qiqi can answer for you."

Ajax wasn't sure whether sending a child to whatever had tormented him the last few weeks was a good idea, but his objections were cut short by an unsettlingly familiar aura taking over the zombie. He'd felt that before, he knew it. Sensing the Harbinger's poorly veiled distress, doctor Baizhu placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Qiqi will be fine. She's undergone this process thrice before. I believe the call you mentioned feeling has something to do with being a chosen vessel. Qiqi is one already, but answering the call every now and then seems to make her healing more efficient."

Slightly more relieved, Childe walked out of Bubu Pharmacy. Perhaps he'd take some time to relax before heading back to work...

As for you, you were ready to snap the ginger in half. Not only had he made you hit hard pity, he'd had the audacity to not come home. In his stead, Qiqi.

Between heading to the golden house and kicking his ass and simply shutting off for the day, fate decided you'd go with the first one, taking out your frustrations on the very cause of them. Childish, perhaps, but hey, you still hadn't reaped that week's rewards. And he deserved it. You'd definitely add your now C3 Qiqi to the party.

Ajax's plans to relax were as ruined as your 50/50 as he felt himself suddenly teleported to the Golden House.

You didn't give him time to do his cutscene before striking, uninterested in hearing him talk. The traveler and the rest of your team moved fast and efficiently, forcing the Harbinger to take on his delusion's power earlier than usual.

"Comrade! You seem... Hah... Really mad at me. I don't know what I did this time, but rest assured, I won't just lie down and take it!"

"You'll die either way."

This voice... Wasn't the traveler's.

Ajax knew the blonde would sometimes bring in some travel companions, and that day had been no exception. However, the voice that rung through the Golden House didn't seem to belong to any of them, but still coming from them all the same.

Like the glowing aura they emitted.

The one he'd associated to the Traveler, the same one he'd seen around that young cook from Wanmin, and the Yuheng of the Qixing.

The same one that had taken hold of Qiqi earlier that day.

Why had he never noticed it?

It was stronger, pushing against him with a force equal or greater than the one that had pulled at his very spirit over the last weeks. The voice that had rung through the hall... It was the same that had been calling him, begging for him to give in.

Archons help him, you'd actually made good on his challenge. You wanted him as an acolyte, and had come to fight him for it.

He took on his Foul Legacy form, laughing as he did so. His initial shock had worn off, and he fully intended on enjoying this fight to the fullest.

"Bring it, Overseer!"

You didn't hear him, too focused on the best way to get the job done. Switching back amd forth between team members, adding a few boosting foods and potions in the meantime, you intended on taking out your frustrations by absolutely obliterating the Harbinger as quick as you could.

He didn't want to come home? Fine. Your team was already strong without him anyway. It wasn't like you'd saved up like crazy only to have your hopes shattered...

Meanwhile, Tartaglia was having second thoughts. The people on your team... None of them should've been able to best him so easily, save for the Traveler. None of them was known for being a warrior, none had trained like he had, logically, they shouldn't have been stronger than him. And yet there he was, losing. So this is the power you could offer...

No matter how strong Childe's Foul Legacy was, it could not compete against the power of a well-built vessel, much less four. Sooner than the ginger expected, he found himself defeated, the sting of knowing he could've reached such strenght had he taken the time to learn a bit more about you hurting far more than the strain of his Abyssal form or the wounds left by the sparring session.

He needed to fix it. He needed to catch your attention again, needed to put himself in your hands. You clearly wanted him as a vessel, there was no doubt in his mind about it, and oh was he eager to be yours now. With your aid, who knows if anything would be able to stop him? He'd become devout if that's what you wished, anything, everything to have that sort of strenght.

"You're a cut... Above..."

You heard the usual voiceline as you collected the rewards from the ley line blossom, and once you checked them you nearly fell off your chair.

"What the...!?"

An intertwined fate. Defeating Childe had granted you an intertwined fate.

That was not one of his usual drops. Scratch that, you didn't think non-event bosses dropped those at all! You checked your banner page. Yep, there it was. One intertwined fate. In your inventory, too.

"Very funny. Very funny. Made me waste my primogems..."

If you didn't know better, you'd say he was taunting you.

Oh well.

It was enough for one pull.

You did not have high hopes, but hey, if anything, it would build up pity. You'd usually walk to a specific spot for better luck, but this time, you didn't bother. Bastard wasn't coming, so why take the time?

You pressed the button and stars flew through the sky.

He didn't even hear you call this time. As soon as Ajax saw the first bright lines painting the sky, and felt the faintest tug, he followed along eagerly. He had one chance, and did not intend to let it slip away again.

The star turned gold.

"EXCUSE ME?!?"

On your screen, lo and behold, the evasive harbinger had come home. With zero pity, in a single pull, outside of a designated pulling zone.

You didn't know whether to build him or throw him off a cliff so he'd think about what he did. Maybe let him spend some more time with Zhongli so he'd understand the pain of having someone ruin your savings.

"You, Ajax, are officially a pain in the ass."

At least now he was home. Which was the bare minimum, but an improvement nonetheless. Opening the character screen, you got to putting the materials you'd farmed in advance to good use, unaware of the victorious grin on the Harbinger's face as he felt the newfound power coursing through his body.

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2 years ago

Everything - Gojo x Fem Reader

A/N: Thank you lovely!! I’m new to writing Gojo so this was exciting! I kinda tweaked it a bit but I hope you like it! Love you too 💛

Warnings: slight angst, alcohol mentions (but nothing major/ no drunkeness)

Word Count: 3071

Satoru Gojo was lonely.

He had told Jogo once, “When granted everything, you can’t do anything.”

It started to make sense. With so much power, so much cursed energy within him at a relatively young age, he had all - but nothing. Strangers and acquaintances would praise him for his power, wealth, and good looks. Some of the people he worked with despised him for his arrogance and inappropriately jocose personality. Those who did not know him well assumed that he was nothing more than a self-serving man, doing things for his own benefit and disposing of relationships that did not interest him.

It was far from the truth. He cared deeply for others, but with his infinite power it made it easy for him to be so distant with others. No one could get close to him, and very few could relate to him. The man who seemed unbothered by a special grade curse in front of him was bothered by the fact that he could not solve everything. His eyes could see the world around him broken down to an atomic state, yet he could not perfect a corrupt system nor have a stable group of people in his life.

When he met you, he had placed you on a timeline. Flirt with you, get your number, date for a while, until one of you got bored with each other. More times than he would like to admit, Gojo assumed the people he encountered would just be a small part of his story, moving on after a while. He convinced himself that he simply could not commit nor fall in love. But was that what he wanted? Did he want to spend the rest of his life having many first dates?

Flashforward a year later, you were in his hold. For one year, the man who thought he would never find someone who would love him was constantly being debunked everyday by your words and actions. The way you met was unlikely - you had simply returned a wallet that his student Yuji had dropped behind him. Gojo had been with Yuji, Nobara and Megumi at the time. Instead of continuing his task with his students, he sent them ahead while he chatted with you.

“Happy anniversary,” you got on your tippy toes to reach him for a kiss. To your surprise, he picked you up, spinning you around. Giggling, he pressed some kisses to your jaw, gently nibbling at your neck to tickle you.

Lowering you gently, his draw dropped. Smiling bashfully, he pulled you in by your waist and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Wow, I think I’ve found my kryptonite.”

Rolling your eyes, you pretended like the words didn’t have an effect on you.

Two nights before this moment, you two had a small argument about Satoru’s playfulness. You had understood your boyfriend was undeniably attractive and popular. His love for attention unfortunately did not have limits, as he loved the attention from anyone, even if it meant accepting and returning flirtatious remarks.

After hours of neglect, Satoru attempted to talk to you as if nothing had bothered you. The ignorance itself was the ignition to the ticking bomb of frustration pent up in you. But things were resolved, and now you were looking forward to celebrating a year of romance with the silly man holding you.

With a loose baby blue button up shirt and slick black pants, he looked stunning himself.

“Happy anniversary, doll. You look beautiful as always. Let’s go get dinner.”

With him giving you light tap on your bottom, you headed out with your boyfriend. He had everything arranged for the evening. It surprised you that Gojo had planned a whole night, considering his spontaneous nature. Yet you were excited.

Dinner was nice. He brought you to a nice restaurant in the city, in which you enjoyed drinks, a savory entree, and a dessert with “Happy Anniversary” written in chocolate icing on the plate. The atmosphere was calm, the lights were dim, and there was a small live jazz band playing.

“I’ve been looking forward to this day,” Gojo took your hand. “I can’t wait to spend many more moments with you, including many more anniversaries.”

“I can’t wait either,” you beamed.

The people around him thought he was odd for wearing his blackout glasses in the dim restaurant, but you knew it only made him more human. He could see you as you are. Kissing your hand, Gojo kept his hold on it as he slowly exited the table, pulling your forward when he stood beside you.

“Ready?” he asked, kissing your forehead when you nodded. He loved kissing you, no matter where and when. “Okay, let’s go.”

Gojo kept holding your hand while he drove, only removing it when he needed to turn sometimes or switch gears. Your held hand remained near his mouth, as he kept kissing it. It wasn’t just because it was your anniversary - he was always like this.

This man could still make you swoon over him a year later.

Being that he had the plans for the evening a secret, you refrained from asking what was next. With the direction he was driving, it seemed that you two would be back at his place or somewhere nearby.

There were parked cars lined up around his home. You naturally furrowed your eyebrows as a plethora of hypotheses developed in your mind. Were the cars for his home? Or were one of his neighbors having a gathering? All things considered; the neighborhood wasn’t loud like you thought it would be - you couldn’t even hear music playing.

He parked his car and helped you out of it. Locking his car door, he could not help but smirk at what was to come.

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1 year ago

mha guys caught stalking your socials.

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO, SHOTO TODOROKI, EJIRO KIRISHIMA

SUMMARY: while in class you notice a certain person looking through your socials, and I mean every social platform possible. looking at every post down your first, so you decide to confront them.

WARNINGS: implied gender neutral reader, vulgar language

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KATSUKI BAKUGO

•his face becomes so pale

• he’s so embarrassed that he becomes angry that you caught him in the act.

It was the middle of your recess before it was time to resume back to regular classes. You were trying to buy something from the vending machine downstairs but forgot your wallet at your desk.

In a hurry, you walk back to classroom 1-A to get your things. Walking in you noticed that Bakugo was the only one in the classroom.

A slight smirk plastered on his lips, watching him scroll relentlessly over and over. Sometimes he would stop and pause, clicking a couple of more times until he scrolled again.

You didn’t want to disturb him, he looked so content with life at the moment. You made sure you quietly got your wallet from your desk.

As you walked towards the back exit of the class, you near Bakugo. You wondered to yourself what’s got him smiling like this until you see it.

He was on Instagram, looking at photos of you.

And he was far down your page…at least a year's worth of posts.

You’d seen a selfie you took in front of a cat cafe with one of your guy friends you haven’t spoken to in a while due to him going to different schools.

“who the hell are you?” He quietly grumbled.

Tapping his phone, your tagged list popped up. Quickly slamming his thumb on his account, he starts to scroll fast through his posts as well.

Letting out a quick snort, bakugo smiles to himself. “Of course, he fuckin’ goes to school there…” he snorts. That was obviously a jab at him, he seemed to be jealous of him and he doesn’t even know the guy.

Before he could fixate on his “competition,” he saw a notification pop up. It was a rather late notification that you updated your story.

he has post notifications on for your account?

Quickly clicking your icon, bakugo paused before he loudly sucks his teeth together.

“What the hell?”

It was a photo of you and your desk neighbor Sero, posing goofily in class. Around 30 minutes before recess began, Sero with his hand on top of your head and a middle finger shown on the other.

He read the caption on your story: “FUCK PHYSICS -sero #eviltwin”

The story flashed quick before Bakugo took a screenshot of it. His breath started to quicken, you could tell he was pissed. Quickly opening his dms, he clicks on Sero’s account.

“What the fuck is evil twin?” He spits.

Sending the photo, bakugo begins to type:

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU’

‘DIDN’T I SAY NOT TO TOUCH THEM?’

‘I’m gonna beat your ass at lunch’

‘meet me at the bottom of the staircase at B hall NOW’

‘what the hell is even an evil twin? ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER OR SOMETHING?’

‘oh I’m gonna light your ass up’

Bakugo’s thumbs move so fast, spamming Sero with such ease and vigor. You see that Sero leaves him on seen, and you’d honestly do the same.

Typing out a ‘HELLO?’, bakugo starts to grumble. You start to feel heat bounce off of him, standing back you decide to make an exit.

But before you could even move your feet, bakugo jumps up from his seat and whips around. His eyes stare at the ground dart up to your soft eyes.

Words caught in his throat, Bakugo’s eyes widen.

Bakugo, shoots back in shock. He couldn’t even process your presence before he stumbled back into his seat with a loud slam. Startling you, you try and reach out to help him but he held out his hand and pops a spark making you shriek.

“are you okay?” You asked.

“How long have you been fucking standing there?” He yelled. His cheeks dusted pink as he screamed in your face.

stammering, you start to rub your fists together. Your palms were sweaty as you grew nervous.

“a-about 5 minutes or so!” you yelled.

“are you fuckin’ serious?” He groans, his hands shooting to his eyes as he rubs them in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, okay? I was just coming in here to get my wallet for the vending machine and I saw you on your phone and I was just gonna do a quick little peak and then you just so happen to be stalking my account and-“

“Like hell would I ever stalk you!” He exclaimed, just flat-out lying.

This takes you aback, “so are we gonna sit here and pretend that you didn’t just curse out Sero because you’re jealous of him touching me?” You laughed.

Bakugo grew quiet, crossing your arms you let out a smug smile.

“Y’know, instead of parading around orders and making threats to people about not touching me like I’m your property. Maybe you should try and—I don’t know, make a fucking move?” You say.

A long beat of silence goes by.

You eye Bakugo down, his lips quiver. His chest heaving, as his face was red from embarrassment. Only his blonde spikes of hair were covering up the evidence of that.

You frown at him, maybe you were too harsh.

“Bakugo-“

Shooting up from his seat, he raced towards the door. The bell rang, signaling that recess is finally over.

Your lips were slightly agape, as you were still trying to process what just happened. You couldn’t even revel in the moment before your classmates walked in.

One by one they all get seated, settling in as they place out their textbooks for the next subject to be taught.

You didn’t realize how long you were standing there until you looked around and saw that everyone was seated, except for bakugo and sero.

The bell rang, signaling that it was time to continue classes.

“Is there a problem, “L/n?” Your teacher Aizawa voices.

You open your mouth to speak, but the heavy stomps of shoes cut you off once more. Looking at the doorway, you see Sero. Breathing heavily like he just ran for his life, his necktie untucked and a scuff mark on his cheek.

“Sorry, I’m late sensei!” Breathing heavily, you saw him lock eyes with you for a brief moment before walking past you, almost ignoring your existence.

Frowning to yourself you speak, “no sir.”

Talking quick paces to your seat, you sit down, huffing your breath you face towards Sero.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Sero ignored you for a moment, cursing under his breath he then turned to you. “All good! Just worry about yourself kay?” He says. A fake smile was plastered all over his face.

Your bottom lip pokes out, you knew he was lying.

Turning towards the board, you gather your things and set up for the lesson. Writing some things down on your paper, your phone buzzes.

Picking it up, you notice that someone requested to talk to you on Instagram. Opening it, you read the account name.

@katsuki_lordexplosionmurder

you hesitated for a moment before opening it up.

‘sorry for blowing up on you back there’

‘you don’t have to respond to this, you have every right not to’

‘I fucking like you okay? Like a lot

‘please forgive me…’

letting out a sigh you start to type back:

‘apologize to Sero first, then we can talk’

Bakugo quickly reads your message, a long minute passes by before he responds ‘k.’

still shitty as ever, even in an apology...

around a day or so passes by before the both of you ever talk again. You’d see each other in class or around school, but you wouldn’t give as much as a side glance. Even tho Bakugo would be eyeing you down to where it felt like you thought you were naked.

You talked to Sero about if Bakugo apologized to him, which he said that he did a day ago. So why hasn’t he come to you yet?

It was a new day, and the bell just rang for recess. You decided to stay in your seat for today, scrolling through the nothingness of social media. You paused for a moment, turning slightly, you look back to see that Bakugo wasn’t in his seat.

Turning back you let out a deep exhale. You scrolled some more, growing comfortable in the silent classroom.

Liking a random picture you start to think of Bakugo again. Opening your dms, you mindlessly tap Bakugo’s account.

You wanted to say something, you just didn’t know what to say. Your thumbs hover over the screen, you were too scared to type. You felt that if you typed one single character that the world would crumble and the sky would fall.

Huffing out a breath you turn your screen off, as it fades to black. You notice a pair of amber eyes staring into the screen.

Eyes widening, you lean closer.

“Bakugo?” You whispered.

“Doesn’t feel good being watched does it?” His voice booms through the room. You jump, startled by his deep voice.

You see Bakugo let out a quick chuckle before sitting down in Sero’s seat.

“Bakugo, don’t scare me like that!-“

“After what you did to me? You were beggin’ for it” he jumps in.

A moment of silence goes by…

“Listen-“

“I get it if you don’t want to talk to me again…” Bakugo admits.

“It’s just—I’ve never felt this way about someone, okay? I like you a lot, and I want you to be mines. These people out here aren’t right for you, I wanna the only guy! You’re right I am jealous, I mean- who wouldn’t be? look at you!” Bakugo stammers.

You looked into his eyes for a moment, letting out a smirk as you turn toward him.

“After classes” you grin.

“What?” His head slightly turned in confusion.

“After classes…I’ll give you chance for you to show me that you’re the right guy” you bit your bottom lip, nervous for his reply.

Bakugo is still for a moment before showing his signature devilish grin, “shit.”

“It’s a date?” You asked innocently, extending your hand out to shake you smile at him. He looks down at your hand, quickly taking your hand he softly shakes it.

“It’s a date”

SHOTO TODOROKI

• surprisingly upfront with it

• what’s he got to hide?

At first, you caught him secretly going through your tik tok. Sitting behind him in class you would see your face on the screen as you lip-synced, danced, or talked.

Each video he would save and scroll past another one. Which made you grow uncomfortable.

Then he realized that he didn’t do it just to you but he did it with everyone else’s posts. This made you let down your guard a little.

I mean, who doesn’t stalk their friends from time to time? It’s good to see what your friends are doing within their “inner,” social media lives.

So you let it go.

You continued being friends with Todoroki, as he had no idea you knew he stalked him on social media. You went on and everything went normal.

Until one night you received a notification on Instagram.

‘@shoto has followed you!’

Looking at the notification, you thought nothing of it. Turning into your bed, you began to rest your eyes. Falling deeply into slumber, you were jolted away by the buzz of your photo.

A tired groan passes your lips, turning over you soak your hand down onto the nightstand. Patting around you find the familiar texture of your phone brush against your fingertips.

Letting out a sigh, you flip your phone over. Eyes hooded, closing completely as your screen flashes you. Quickly blinking, you adjust to the lighting of the screen.

“Another notification from Instagram?” You muffled into your pillow. Opening it, you see that Todoroki liked your most recent photo of you.

Another notification pops up on the top of your screen:

@shoto has commented on your post!:

@shoto: beautiful.

Was this a mistake?

You couldn’t believe your eyes, this must be a good dream because no way could this ever be reality.

Then it happened again, another notification on a post from a week ago. Tapping your screen at the speed of light, heat rises to your cheeks.

It was a photo of you holding up your favorite figurine you just bought with your savings. The caption read: ‘I GOT IT YES BITCHES!!’

@shoto: lol

@shoto: so cute

He must be on drugs, or maybe he was hit with a flirtatious quirk? Wide awake, you sit up in your bed. Blankets once covering your body slid off as the cold air of the room hugs your body.

Posture terrible, you bend down eyeing the screen. Neck extended and eyes wide, as you received another notification.

It was a video of you and your friend holding hands, walking at a festival. Laughing like happy idiots.

Another comment from Todoroki appears.

@shoto: should’ve been me holding your hand :(

Your mouth shoots agape, you quickly took a screenshot of the comment.

You genuinely could not process what was happening at the moment. Snapping your head towards your alarm clock it read 10 PM, you let out a sigh.

At least you have time to fall back asleep.

You sent the screenshot to your friends, pleading for advice. But you knew everyone was asleep due to how strenuous the hero drills were this evening.

You quickly place your phone on “do not disturb’” mode. Shutting your phone off you place it back on your nightstand with a “plop”. Smashing your face into the pillow, you let out a much-needed loud sigh.

‘Is he being hacked right now?’

‘He has to be getting hacked.’

‘There’s no way on earth Todorok would be saying this to me!’

It would take about another hour or two of tossing and turning before you were able to fall asleep again.

The room started to feel hotter than usual, stirring in your bed your eyes open. You were too tired for this right now. Slipping out of the covers, you walk over to your fan, turning it onto the highest setting. You huff out a breath and turn back around, only to be stopped dead in your tracks.

“can’t handle the heat?

eyes snapping wide, you whip over to the deep voice you heard.

"Todoroki!" you screamed, your body still from shock. you see him in the bed, under the covers, a smug smirk cast over his lips.

"what are you doing here, you're not allowed in anyone else's dorm past 8pm-"

"why not? you're scared someone will catch us?" he asks, ripping the blankets off your bed as he gets up. his body moving closer towards yours, you still couldn't even move due to the amount of shock.

looking into his multi-colored eyes, your mouth parted, "h-how did you even get in here?" you whispered. feeling a warm hand grip your waist, you jump, startled by the sudden touch of his hand.

"don't touch me there!" you whimpered.

your face looking towards the ground as you cower in embarrassment, this earns a chuckle from todoroki's lips. Leaning in closer, his other hand grabs your face softly.

"look at me," he says. voice stern yet soft, you shyly look up. eyes hooded and breath jagged. you shakily set your arms around his shoulders.

"you're mine" he whispers as he slowly leans in. you gasp at his words, biting your lips to begin to lean in as well.

your eyes close, as soon as you know it. the smoldering warmth you felt faded as you were shaken by the airy coldness of your dorm. eyes shooting open, you turn over to look at your alarm clock.

8:45AM!

you're late for class!

once you finished jumping around and getting yourself together, you dashed out of your dorm with a loud slam of the door. running across the courtyard and into the academic side of the school, running up the grand stairs and long halls. you finally make it to the class.

out of breath, you crash into your seat and bang your head against the desk.

"you're late today l/n, especially on count day, marking you down an extra five points." your teacher Aizawa speaks. You couldn't even mutter a complaint because you were so tired.

as the day went on, you couldn't stop staring at the back of todoroki's head. that was the dirtiest dream you ever had...

soon it was time for hero training, today the student just needed to focus on themselves and build their quirk.

you were looking at todoroki the whole time, and when you weren't, he would look at you.

you can't shake what you experienced last night, even if it was just a dream, it felt so real...

you talked to your best friend Jiro, as she was also suspicious of todoroki's new confidence, she was just as shocked as you were when you showed her all of the comments and messages he left you.

"let him come to you," she said.

"no, go after him! guys like it when a woman's in charge!" sero says.

"I think you just need to wait it out, let the future take its course and the universe will work it out..." says hakakure.

you decided to take hakakure's advice.

as the rest of the day went on, the sun falls and the day was still into another dark night. here you were once again, preparing to fall asleep as you wrapped yourself in your blankets. kinda hoping to have the same dream you had the night before.

growing comfortable with the silence, your phone buzzed.

eyes opening you reach out for your phone, turning it on you see that todoroki commented on your story. opening the notification transports you to your dms.

the story was just a photo of half of your face, eyes tired as it was around 30 minutes after you ran late from class today.

you finally start to read the message, word for word your heart falls to the bottom of your feet. the comment sends you into a frenzy.

@shoto: you look so tired but you're still so pretty.

that's it.

jumping out of your bed you read the clock, 10:45. it's well past curfew but you didn't care. if todoroki didn't care in his dreams, neither do you.

putting on your house shoes you race out the door.

after one elevator ride and a long walk down the hall, you arrive at the front of his door. you were about to knock on his door until you realized you were actually there.

what were you even going to say? hey I had a dream we made out in my room and I want you to stay out of my dreams and my dms? Yeah.

hands-on top of your head, you let out a quiet sigh. "shit, here goes nothing." stepping for award, you place three quick knocks on his door, staring at his name plate on the door, you gulp.

hearing some shuffling, you look down and see the lights switch on past the crack of the door. blinking, you wait anxiously. another moment passes by until the door knob starts to jiggle.

biting your lip, the door swings open. appearing a more laid-back todoroki that you've ever seen. his hair is a little messy from laying in the bed and all he has on is pajama shorts and a white t-shirt.

his eyes shift onto you, his eyes widen only a little. as a soft smirk is shown on his face. "l/n...w-what are you doing here?" Todoroki stuttered.

if you didn't mistake yourself, he almost sounded flustered to you.

"um, I just wanted to talk to you about something if that's alright. I know it's past curfew and I really shouldn't be here but I can't wait any longer" you say, a sigh passed by your lips.

Todoroki leans out the door, looking left and right, then to the security camera a door down. Quickly, he grabs you by the arm and gently pulls you into his room.

you close the door with a quiet thud, turning around you look around todoroki's dorm. it's so...empty?

the modern Japanese-style room was very much his style, he didn't really have any posters or figurines you could base any of his interests on. but that conversation is for another day.

kneeling down on the ground, you sit on your feet. hands placed on your lap, your face was unreadable. you were nervous yet so excited.

you were in todoroki's room, alone, after curfew.

"what did you want to talk about" todoroki's voice was soft. looking around you grew nervous, "well...I wanted to talk about you, and how you've been stalking my socials...and stuff? I don't know" every word you spoke grew quieter and quieter.

balling your hands into fists, you look down at the floor.

"stalking? I don't understand" he says, a frown present on his lips.

"but you do!" you blurt, your hands flung in the air which causes todoroki to jump back. you gasp, slapping your hand on your lips, you close your eyes in embarrassment. hands slowly shifting from your mouth rest on top of your eyes. "but you do todoroki," you quietly groaned out.

"the late-night notifications! do you know I get those? I see you flirt with me and compliment me and all that other stuff, I caught you almost halfway down my profile the other day todoroki."

hands still covering your face, if they were uncovered you would see the priceless pink blush dusting across todoroki's face.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't know you could see that...I thought I could like and comment on things anonymously...apologies."

uncovering your eyes, you notice todoroki slightly bows, the blush still on his face. You quietly scoff, "who told you that you can anonymously comment and like things on Instagram?" you asked.

"Denki told me, he helped me set up my account as well-"

a groan escapes your lips as your body slowly sinks to a bow. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" your yell is muffled by the floor. Rising up again you frown at todoroki.

"Just...I know now that it's not your fault and you really don't know any better, but could you please stop?" you say.

"I don't understand why I should, everything that I said about you is true, I meant it l/n. I think you're so beautiful and-"

"please! I can't handle you doing all of this because if this keeps on going I'll have more dreams about you!" you yell.

"you dream about me?" todoroki asks, his voice filled with hope and adoration.

"what!" you grow warm in the face at this. stumbling up from your feet, you race for the door. Quickly opening it, you turn, giving a respective bow you quietly shut the door behind you.

Todoroki hears your quick stomps and the ringing of the elevator.

a moment passes by, smiling to himself he plops himself down into his bed.

staring at the ceiling he lets out a smug smirk.

"bullseye."

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

• was happily chilling in class looking at your tik tok until denki catches him in the act.

• was very embarrassed, but you fount it absolutely adorable.

It was another regular day inside UA, class 1-A. Everyone talking whilst doing their assignments, slowly reaching the goal of becoming the next generation of top pro heroes.

And within this class, there are the slackers.

And that slacker is Kirishima.

Slouched down in his seat, his phone hidden under his desk as he scrolled relentlessly through your tik tok. Hypnotized by your every act.

Sometimes he would chuckle to himself, seeing how cute you were. Whether that be you should dance with one of your classmates. Or seeing the way you sing your heart out at one of your favorite songs.

You were everything to him.

It was an accidental infatuation, really.

One day you so happened to pop up on his for you page. Surprised, he curiously went through your page.

All 500 hundred posts to be exact. Every. Single. One.

He didn’t mean to really, he just was so amazed by you. Sometimes the people you see on a regular daily basis aren’t who they actually are.

You were more confident in yourself on your page. You were bold, loud, and funny, he never saw this side of you. Maybe in a sparring battle, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Sometimes when he’s hanging out with Sero, he’ll show him a tik tok of you (from a year ago that he saved) and just go off and fawn over you. Which heavily irritated Sero.

“Look at the way they’re dancing, isn’t it cute?”

“Dude, did you know l/n had their hairs died red before they came to this school? We could’ve totally matched!”

“Have you seen l/n’s new post? It’s amazing!”

It was fine at first, Sero gets it. He’s got a crush, but now it was all he’d talk about when they’d hang out.

“Dude, why did l/n make a tik tok about having a crush on a guy in our class!” Kirishima exclaims, a worried expression plastered on his face.

“If you want them, go get 'em instead of blabbering to me about it!” He’d complain.

Kirishima rolls his eyes as he swings back and forth on Sero’s hammock. “Dude, they’d never go for me.”

Sero strummed a couple of notes on his guitar, “if you won’t tell them you like them, at least tell them you look at their tik tok all day~” Sero sarcastically sings, making a little jingle out of his rude statement.

Kirishima’s swinging comes to a halt.

God, you don’t even know he knows you have an account.

Kirishima does follow you, but on a new account, he just made up that kinda looks like a bot you’re too lazy to remove, so you just keep it.

Swallowing his spit he sits up from the hammock, “if l/n ever found out that I have their tik tok, I will off myself.”

And here we bring it back to present day.

You just posted an hour ago on tik tok.

You were doing some random hand dance with Mina at lunch. He’d watch the way you’d laugh when you or Mina would mess up. The multiple takes and the fit of laughter.

He loved the video so much, he found it so organic and personal. Like he was actually there across from the table. He smiles at the screen watching it over again.

His smile faltered only a little when he gets another notification that you posted something.

Quickly pressing the notification, Kirishima’s heart stops.

He didn’t know what song was playing, and what words you were singing. But you looked HOT.

You had an entirely new look. You transitioned from regular pajamas to a whole other cooler outfit. Kirishima bends lower into his desk, making sure that only his eyes get to get to lay on your beauty.

Kirishima likes and saves your post with the quickness. He didn’t care if he was the first ever to interact with your post. At least you know he’s not some bot.

As Kirishima soulfully enjoyed the video you posted, Denki finally walks into class. An hour late.

A scold here and there from Mr. Aizawa, and he reaches his seat. Falling down with a thud he greets his next-door seat buddy.

“What’s up, man! Dude, I couldn’t sleep last night until the early morning and then my alarm didn’t go off! I just said fuck it and took my time today” Denki vents, a defeated smile portrayed on his lips.

Looking at his friend, he noticed how hunched up he is in his seat. “Dude?” Denki says, still no reply.

Kirishima was so deep into thought whilst watching the video of you. He started to think about his deepest fantasies.

What if you sang to him like the way you sang in your tik toks? What if the both of you were a couple?

He’d imagine the dates he would take you on, the way you smile, the way you laughed, it was all worth it at the end of the day.

He’d imagine how he’d kiss you and how you’d kiss him. Arms tightly wrapped around your waist as you sat in his lap, going at it for hours until your lips were swollen and you couldn’t give away anymore more breath.

This makes Kirishima’s breath hitch, what other things would you guys do?

What if you guys were a couple until graduation? He would definitely propose to you. Imagine the wedding the both of you would plan. The reception would be beautiful.

Kirishima really started to melt when he imagines the honeymoon. He wanted to go somewhere warm and tropical, maybe the Bahamas or the Maldives. He thinks you would like the Maldives, as he would too.

A blush castes over his face as he still watches the video of you over and over again. He’d imagine the night of your honeymoon.

Can he give you children? He thought.

If you can’t, he’ll find a way that night–

“Dude!”

Kirishima jumps harshly at the loud voice that called his name.

Denki buffs out a breath, Kirishima sees Denki standing from his seat as he surrounded Kirishima.

“I’ve been calling you for the last, like, 3 minutes!” He exclaimed.

“S-sorry man, j-just deep into thought” Kirishima says. A blush was still present on his face.

“Whatever, anyways as I was saying–“ Denki sits in his chair, his eyes so happen to shoot down towards Kirishima’s phone.

Denki paused at this, a devilish grin showing on his face. “No fucking way dude! You were stalking l/n’s page!” Denki exclaims, laughing enough for everyone to hear.

“Kaminari! Detention!” Aizawa barks.

Denki didn’t even care, a smile still on his face he starts to laugh.

“Dude!” Kirishima grows red at the loud announcement Denki makes, sinking into his seat he covers his head.

“What is he doing?” A voice says.

Kirishima’s eyes shoot wide, looking behind him he blinks. Two seats behind him he noticed you, leaving out the aisle in confusion.

“L/n! Get up, get up, get up! Kirishima’s stalking your freakin tik tok!” Denki laughs. Your bottom lips was pursed out, you were still confused as to what was happening as you slowly gained height out of your seat.

You were walking towards him, oh god.

Kirishima was so embarrassed that his hands were on his face the whole time. He didn’t even realize that his phone was on his desk still playing the video you posted over and over again.

Placing your hands on the two desks behind Kirishima and Denki, you crouch down. “What’s going on?” You say, you were also quiet. As he would assume no one really knows of your tik tok like that but him and a select few.

“Kirishima stalks your!–“ before he could finish, you slapped your hand on top of his mouth. “Quietly!” You whispered.

Uncovering your hand Denki leans down into your ear, telling you about how Kirishima was watching a tik tok of you over and over again. Looking over you eye Kirishima down.

Kirishima swallows his spit as he uncovers his face, the red blush still painted on his face like red roses sprawled out within a garden.

“H-here” he trembles. Reaching for his phone he extends it to you. With a fierce snatch, you scroll through your tik tok, seeing that he at least liked or saved all of your most recent posts. You didn’t even want to know how far this goes down.

You scrolled some more until you stopped on a particular post. “You’ve seen this one, Kirishima?” You asked. Holding the phone out, he leans in staring at the screen.

“Y-yes” he stuttered.

It was the tik tok of you talking about you having a crush on a guy in your class. Letting out a sigh, you stand back up.

“You wanna know who it is?” You say. Kirishima pursed up at your question, his head shaking with a shy nod.

Smiling you reach down, closing the space between the both of you. You grab the back of his neck, which makes Kirishima let out a jagged breath.

Falling close to his ear, you whispered.

“You really wanna know?” You teased.

You could hear Kirishima swallow his spit hard, and he nods again. “Yes—I do” he whispers.

“It’s you.”

Kirishima’s eyes snap wide open, snapping his neck towards your face, he sees you let out a giggle. He shoots up from his seat. Walking backward he stumbled out of the classroom.

Before you could chase him out, you hear a loud thud.

“Kirishima just passed out!” You hear Momo shout.

If Kirishima died today…

He’d die a happy man.

Omg, guys, thank you all so much for all the support and new follows!!! I just saw my post show up third on one of the Bakugo hashtags! And some of my posts were recommended under others. I’m so happy right now.

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