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shoko fingering her pretty gf
you love it between her thighs
desperate kisses after she gets home from work
you're guaranteed to sound like this whenever she's in-between your legs
shoko doesn't appreciate your lingering attitude after an argument
fucking you with her strap, but she wanted your skirt to stay on
she knows you're absolutely infatuated with her breasts, and invites you to taste them whenever there's a chance
rubbing the brattiness out of you
you ask her to give you a show
she ends up coming while fucking you
shoko absolutely adores the noises you make when she has you on your back
she's always a little wet in the mornings, and you don't mind when she grinds on you to relieve herself
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Early morning cravings with Husband Kento <3
Tw - stuff with piss. Donât read if thatâs not your thing. And no I donât condone any of this irl and I know this could end very bad and harmful if it was to be tried irl!
The rustling of the sheets woke you before the sun fully rises. You hear the telltale sound of fabric shifting, a soft grunt and one side of the bed dipping away from you. You donât open your eyesâyou just reach out blindly and grab for the body thatâs already getting up.
âNooo,â you whine, your voice rough with sleep. âWhereâre you going??â
âWork, baby,â Kento murmurs softly, already half-dressed in his slacks and a sleeveless undershirt. He leans over and presses a kiss to your hairline, gentle and apologetic. He always gets up early and showers before spending the rest time he has to cuddle with you before he leaves. âDidnât mean to wake youâ.
You latch onto his arm and pull him close. Acting really pathetic and needy and itâs not even 6:30 am yet. âDonât wanna be aloneâŚâ
He chuckles softly. âYou say that every morningâ.
âI mean it every morningâ.
Youâre not even fully awake, but your body moves on its ownâfollowing him as he pads toward the bathroom. Youâre slowâdragging your feet with your oversized shirt slouching off one shoulder, panties crooked under your oversized tee. You look like you got hit by sleep itself.
He doesnât comment when you trail behind him. You always do this when youâre clingy, especially in the morning when he has to leave.
But this time, instead of perching on the counter like usual, you stay close. You hug his back while he lifts the toilet seat. Your cheekâs pressed and nuzzling against his spine, arms wrapped around his waist, and he just lets it happen like he always does.
âYouâre gonna watch me pee?â he asks calmly, already unzipping his pants.
âMhmâ.
âNot exactly glamorousâ.
You shrug behind him. âItâs hotâ.
That makes him huff. But he doesnât argue.
You lean your head sideways, cheek pillowed against his hard back as you watch him pull his cock out. Thereâs something mind-melting about the routine of itâabout how casual he is, how easily that thick, golden stream spills into the bowl. He doesnât aim with two hands. Just one. His other hand rests on your arm while you hug him like a gigantic teddy bear.
And fuck heâs so sexy like this. Big, slow-moving, and warm with lots of patience. You can feel the heat of his piss rising with the steam from the bowl, the sound of it splashing echoing through the quiet bathroom. You watch the heavy head of his cock pulse at the end, even after the stream dies down, still a little damp and drippy.
He shakes it off. Not even looking down, like itâs nothing.
But youâre staring with your thighs rubbing together.
His tip is still glisteningâsmeared with the last remnants of his piss and your mindâs already sliding into the gutter, your pussy involuntarily flutters just thinking about what itâd feel like, all warm and sticky while pressing up between your folds.
âKentoâŚâ
He hums.
âCan I have itâŚ?â
He pauses. Not because heâs shocked. But because heâs making sure you really mean it. He looks down at you with those patient, attentive eyesâhis sweet little wife, clinging to him like a sleepy parasite, with heavy lids and needy eyes and no shame whatsoever.
âI havenât washed it yet,â he says.
âI know,â you breathe, lips parting with your body leaning forward a little.
He stares for a second longer. Then kisses your temple like he always does.
âSink,â he murmurs to you.
You turn without hesitation with your chest fluttering. You brace your hands against the edge of the sink, the cool porcelain waking you a bit as you bent over and he moves behind you. You feel him hitch your shirt upâhe doesnât even bother taking your panties off, just tugs them aside with a knuckle, exposing your excited pussy to the air. And thenâ
Then you felt his cock lay heavy against your slit, damp and heavy, the swollen tip dragging through your folds like it belonged thereâparting your messy pussy lips with every slow, sticky pass like he was teasing the hole he already knew was his.
âOh myâ,â you moan softly, instinctively wiggling your ass back at him for more. âFuck Kento, feels goodâ.
Itâs wet and warm, smeared with more than just your arousal. Itâs sooo filthy but thatâs why you love it so much. You can feel the residue of itâthe faint scent of his morning piss, the heat of it lingering on your folds. Your clit throbs when his tip bumps it, and you swear you feel a droplet smear against you like heâs marking you with it.
He exhales through his nose behind you. Completely calm and unbothered. âYouâre something else,â he murmurs, still moving his cock back and forth slowly between your now sticky folds, coating himself in the wetness blooming between your legs. âGetting off on thisâ.
You nod, your whole body twitching. âItâs dirtyâŚâ
âMm. real dirty,â he agrees, now rubbing your messy clit with the wide head of his cock, letting the piss and your slick mix into a warm mess that makes your thighs shake just by the feeling of it. âYouâre such a little perv, darling. You like that I didnât clean it for you?â
You nod faster, mouth falling open into a low whimper. âYâYes, love it sâmuch Kenâ.
He lets a quiet laugh slip outâdisbelief and fondnessâand presses his palm against your lower back to keep you balanced against the sink as his other hand cups your tit from behind, kneading it lazily through your shirt.
âCanât believe this is how Iâm starting my day,â he mutters with a chuckle. âGrinding my piss-covered cock on my wifeâs sweet cuntâ.
âY-Your fault,â you whimper, hips bucking back against him, your clit catching perfectly every time he rocks forward. âYouâre too sexy in the morningâ.
That earns you another slow dragâmore harder and rougher than before. Your pussyâs soaked now, cum sticking against his cockhead as it slides and rubs through your folds again and again. Youâre panting, thighs shaking and your clit pulsing every time he nudges it with pressure.
He leans down, his lips brushing your ear.
âWant me to rub it on your little hole too?â he says calmly. âSpread your pussy open and make it messy down there too?â
You nod like youâre drunk. âUh-huhâŚplease!â
He pulls back just a little then spits into his hand and smears it over his length, already wet, already messy, and then slides the fat head back downâthis time letting it kiss your entrance. He doesnât push in. Just presses and circles it. Smearing more of his warmth and slick over your hole until itâs fluttering open and begging to be stuffed.
âFuuck,â you whisper, gripping the sink like itâs the only thing keeping you upright.
âYou gonna cum just from this?â he asks, rubbing it harder and applying more pressure, spreading everything everywhere. âFrom daddyâs messy cock on your pussy?â
You moan so loud youâre sure the neighbors heard it. He kisses your temple again. âYouâre unreal, babyâ.
And he keeps goingârubbing it slow and nasty, letting you rut back against him like a dog in heat. His free hand tweaks your nipple while the other keeps you steady, and your thighs are clenching, your whole body arching for more of your husband.
You cum like thatâcrying his name while pressing your face into your arm, trembling as he indulgently smears your cream right back on himself.
And when itâs over, when youâre still bent over and panting, he leans down and kisses your lips.
âHappy wife,â he murmurs, tucking himself away with a quiet zip.
âHappy life,â you finish weakly, dizzy with bliss.
He brings you a warm towel after.
Because heâs the best husband in the world even when youâre a freak.
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pairing: gojo x milf!reader
synopsis: a story in which a depressed satoru gets sent to the future and sees just how bright it eventually becomes. meanwhile, you're reminded of how much of a brat your husband used to be when you first started dating.
cw: MDNI, time travel, smut w/ a touch of angst bc we LOVE plot, satoru's actually so mean at first lol, dad!jo (him and reader share a daughter together)
notes: hiiii we got 6.5k words for this one â¤ď¸ comm for the lovely @sadlittlecucumber i hope u like!!!!
song rec: drag path â twenty one pilots
Satoruâs life ended up being a fucking bummer.Â
His best friendâs a mass murderer. Shokoâs gone off to do her own thing with medicine. Nanami left to go become a banker or whatever. Ijichiâs⌠Ijichi. Oh, and Haibaraâs dead. Everyone whoâs alive seems to have moved onâ so should Satoru, honestly. But times proved that to be quite difficult.Â
Heâs starting to understand where Suguru was coming from with the whole exorcise-absorb mantra. Except for him, it was exorcise and destroy, leaving every cursed site heâs stepped foot on looking like god himself decided to hit the reset button to obliterate the place.
Nobody says anything about it. Heâs probably the closest thing to a god. Despite having tried his hardest all throughout his youth to fit in and act as if he was just like everyone else, people were still terrified to fuck with him.Â
And despite the chaos heâs constantly surrounded byâ mainly from his own doingâ the days still find a way to bleed into each other, morphing into a never ending cycle of boredom and violence. Itâs quite the combo. The higher ups are lucky heâs too tired to plot anything behind their backs.Â
Heâs exhausted.Â
The past is too blurry. The futureâs too bleak.Â
Gojo was bound to fuck up sooner or later. The thought of him finally snapping like Suguru did, dangling in the back of his mind, taunting him.Â
He didnât snap. Itâs so much worse than that. At least in the eyes of the arrogant boy who got bested by, what he assumed to be a grade two curse because of how pudgy and stupid it looked. The thing that caught him lacking looked like a fucking blob fish that struggled with crippling anxiety, how the hell was he supposed to know that it could mess with timeof all things?Â
One moment heâs laughing at the way it looks, the next heâs in the complete dark.Â
That was the first time heâs smiled in months, by the way.Â
âHuh?â Satoru huffs out, trying to look around before eventually realizing that he has a blindfold on, and rips it off in annoyance. âDonât tell me that thing knocked me out,â he begins to grumble to himself. Itâd explain why he had a blindfold on⌠but then he realized he was in a completely different outfit, one that you didnât put on someone who was currently in rest and recovery.Â
He highly doubts Shoko would even change him, anyway, at least not for this.Â
âOh hey, youâre home.âÂ
Home?Â
He looks around, and all he knows is this isnât the dorm heâs continued to stay in after graduation, purely due to the fact that he was already out on missions for up to 18 hours each day. Not to mention that the penthouse he was currently standing in was too clean to be his. Too warm. Way too comfortable.
You already knew there was something deeply off in those first few seconds of looking into his eyes. This wasnât your husbandâ this was the hot mess you met and still fell in love with all those years ago.Â
You tilt your head to the side, more curious than cautious, âEverything alright?â
âYeah,â he snorts, literally the worst liar ever. âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know,â you hum, holding eye contact long enough to leave him feeling a bit unsettled. âYou tell me.â
First of all, who the fuck do you think you are speaking to him like that?
Second, who even are you?
Something big and shiny on your finger catches his attention, then he looks at his own hand that has an equally shiny band around his ring finger.Â
Fuck.
âHoneyââ
Satoru physically cringes at the pet name, giving himself away once again.Â
âIâm not Satoru,â he blurts out, rubbing his eyes in frustration. âI mean, I am, but Iâm notâ FUCKâ some fuckinâ curse blasted me into the future, and I need to go back.â
Well, that was quick. Heâs always quick to fold under pressure when it comes to youâ itâs something heâs unaware of though, as he fights back the urge to start pacing back and forth.Â
Thereâs a light smack from your mouth when you go to open it, only for the words to never even come, let alone die out. Nothing about this surprises you. This is not the craziest thing thatâs happened since youâve met Satoru.Â
Your lips thin into a smile as you take a deep breath, knowing you had no choice but to accept your new circumstances.Â
âOkay.â
âOkay?â He raises a brow at how you justâŚÂ accepted it.
âYeah⌠I believe it.â You respond flatly, then point at him, casually motioning your finger up and down. âYour attitude kinda sucked when we first met.â
He grimaces, taken aback by the statement. âNo, it doesnâtââ
âYou also liked to argue, too.â
âOkayâ whatever,â he waves a dismissive hand, not at all interested in hearing what else you had to say. At this point, it just sounded like you wanted to shit on him, something he actually doesnât have any fucking time for right now. âYouâre a sorcerer⌠right?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âChrist.â Satoru sighs, turning on his heel. âYouâre fuckinâ uselessââ
You scoff, more humored than offended. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âTo figure this shit out!â he snaps, throwing his arms out as he turns around to face you.Â
âOkay,â you shrug, still way too calm for Satoruâs liking, as it pisses him off even more. âIf you donât get it all figured out tonight, you can always come back. We have a guest room.âÂ
âYeah, thanks.â He huffs out a bitter laugh, as if that was the dumbest suggestion heâs ever heard. âI appreciate the offer.âÂ
âÂ
âYagaâ Satoru storms into the principalâs office, ignoring all his cursed stuffed animals, but noticing what heâs done with his hair. âWhat the fuck happened to you?â
The principal's brows pinch together, wishing he had locked the door to his office. Satoru fucked with him enough today by showing up to a meeting 20 minutes late with some sugary frap in his hand, and now heâs storming into his office, insulting him out of nowhere.Â
âActually, nevemind.â Satoru waves a hand to stop him from even answering his question, reminding himself not to get sidetracked right now. âLook, I need your help. I got sent into the future by some curse, and I need to get back.â
Yaga inhales sharply. âWhat are you even talking about?â
âExactly what I just said! Iâm from 2009! Not whatever age I am nowââ
â31.â
Satoru throws up a little in his mouth. âSend me back.âÂ
Yaga lets out a long, disappointed sigh. Itâs always something with Satoru. Always. Having to deal with the younger version of him was a painful reminder that heâs been dealing with his bullshit for well over a decade now. Nothing surprises him anymore. Â
âLet me see if some other windows would be willing to help look through the library. Iâm sure youâll be able to find information on what kind of curse you got hit with.â
âThank you,â Satoru groans, still not very pleased by everyoneâs reactions thus far, but grateful that he can at least get somewhere with Yaga⌠unlike a certain somebody.Â
Hours later, he finds himself at the schoolâs dusty, unkept library. It looks worse than it originally looked before he walked in. Books sprawled everywhere. Research papers were scattered all over the tables and floor. Assistants running around in every direction, more than half of them terrified at the total 180 in Satoruâs attitude.Â
âW-we canât find anything,â Ijichi says, too old to be acting this scared in Satoruâs opinion.Â
He hums, elbows still resting on his knees, not bothering to sit up. âHey, Ijichi?â
Ijichi gulped loudly, managing to annoy the worldâs strongest sorcerer even more. â...Yes?âÂ
âHow are you even more incompetent now than you were before?â
âI tried my best! I swear!â
âWell, itâs not good enoughâ Iâm still here!â he snaps at the nervous wreck of a man. Thank fucking god Ijichi listened to him and just became a window. He sucks at it too, but at least itâs easier for this dumbass to avoid death. âGodâ what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!â
âThis is just one of the libraries, thereâs more! And some in Kyoto too, that weâll have the Kyoto branch check out.â
âDo whatever you need to do. Iâm just letting you know right now that if I'm not back by tomorrow, you better watch the fuck out.â
The threat is followed by complete dead silence, aside from a certain someone's breath catching in horror.
âMe?!â Ijichi squeaks out.
The sorcerer doesnât bother answering that and instead walks away, grumbling something insulting under his breath, just in complete and utter disbelief over how Ijichi truly hasnât changed.Â
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You figured your husband would eventually come back, so you set some food aside for him, and now youâre sitting at the dinner table, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face as he picks at his dinner with the chopsticks in his hand.Â
âIs the food good?â
âSure.â
âI can warm that up for you, if you want?â you ask, barely trying to hide your amusement.Â
âNo thanks,â he curtly responds before shoving another piece of karaage into his mouth. Heâs known to have a sweet tooth, but chicken karaageâs probably his favorite food, savory wise. You almost want to tell him that heâs allowed to enjoy food even if his day hasnât gone the way he had planned. âIâd appreciate it if you stopped staring.âÂ
Your lips twitch, threatening to break out into a fit of laughter. âRight, sorry.â
âMommyâŚ? Is Daddy home yet?âÂ
Oh great. As if the day couldnât get any worseâ now thereâs a child.
âYeah,â you respond in a tentative tone, shooting Satoru a look that screams âbehave or elseâ, and even though you are currently a stranger to him, it intimidates him enough to behave for the time being.Â
A little girl, no older than 4 years old, walks into the kitchen and Satoruâs eyes nearly bulge out of his head upon seeing his daughter. Itâs pretty obvious sheâs his with her baby blue eyes and stark white hair. Her facial features are entirely yours, though. Itâs strange to see.
âHey⌠kiddoââ he awkwardly says, not really sure how to address the little girl. You clear your throat, mouthing âprincessâ when he looks at you, because your daughter also happens to have her dadâs attitude. âI mean princess.â
Itâs hilarious how unnatural it sounds right now when he was the one who started calling her that the moment you two took her home from the hospital.Â
âYou pomis to wead bedtime stowie,â she starts to poutâ same exact way he does.
âDid I?â He gives the girl a sympathetic look, albeit fake.Â
âYeah,â she frowns as she walks up to you, giving him the worldâs nastiest side eye. âLiar.â
Why is that the one word sheâs able to enunciate correctly? She didnât even stutter.
âYeahâ I was a little busy with work today,â he murmurs, as if she knew what that even meant. With the glare she was giving him, he doubted sheâd even care if he broke down what work and the importance of it was. âMaybe mommy can read to you tonight?â
Sai wasnât having that.Â
Satoru spent the end of his night reading her favorite book to her. Multiple times. He almost asked if it was some form of punishment for not upholding a promise he didnât technically make himself, but decided against it in fear that sheâd make him read it one more time. Sai fell asleep⌠eventually. Despite there being no way to prove it, he knows that the little girl forced herself to stay up out of pure spite.Â
But still, he finds himself smiling as he thinks about his nightmare of a future, not wiping it off quickly enough when you lightly knock on the guest bedroom door.
âHereâs some jammys for the night.â You smile back as you walk up and hand him a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, both neatly folded up. âFigured you wouldnât want to sleep in your work clothes.â
âOh uhâ thanks.â He clears his throat and forces out a laugh, pushing through the embarrassment of getting caught smiling to himself.Â
Youâre giving him that look again. The one thatâs mixed with amusement and a bit of fondness, where you look like youâre about to start making fun of him, but never do. Satoru would rather die than admit it makes him nervous.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Thereâs a small pause as your smile grows. âDo you like your kid?â
âSheâs weird.â
âYeah, noâ you wouldnât believe who she got that from.â
âFuck off.â A laugh easily slips through his lips this time, unable to stay serious at the thought of her inheriting even just a quarter of the traits he had as a child. Then it grows quiet again as he realizes she probably has the freedom to be a kid.Â
He wants to ask, but you beat him to it with a statement that answered the question he had in mind.Â
âYour duties as her father donât end just because you managed to time travel by the way,â you say playfully, though he knows youâre being dead serious.Â
He can only guess what other horrors that little girl will subject him to for the rest of his time here. To put it simply, sheâs not afraid of Dad.Â
For once, somebody doesnât look at him as a god to fear.Â
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Itâs been over a month.Â
Ijichi and the rest of the windows are just as useless as they were when they first started trying to find answers. All thatâs changed is that Nanami knows, and doesnât seem to be too thrilled about the fact that he is now involved.
But still, the search for the fix to his predicament continues, turning every library and warehouse upside down. Thatâs all they could really doâ aside from asking the elders for assistance of some sort.Â
Over his dead body.Â
Knowing theyâd most likely do more harm than good, everyoneâs agreed to keep this all a little secret from them.
So all thatâs left to do, or rather forced to do, is to be patient. Itâs hard. Satoru doesnât do patientâ heâs the type to snap his fingers and have a solution magically appear right before his eyes. You can only imagine how difficult itâs been for him to accept that he canât immediately get what he wants right now.
Not to mention the fact that he had to continue working throughout all of this, but that wasnât very surprising.Â
Now, what was surprising was learning that he has his weekends completely to himself. If anything, he assumed heâd just work more as time went on, but no. Turns out he threatened to kill the higher-ups if they didnât let him have that when you two got married.Â
Satoru looks over your body once.Â
Twice.Â
He totally understands his future self.Â
He looks again for a third time, and you just so conveniently turn around, showing off your cute, frilly little apron covered in flour streaks.Â
Itâs Sundayâ youâve been baking sweet treats all morning, and he wishes he had been a little nicer to you. Especially a couple of days ago when he snapped at you.Â
You had found him sitting alone on the balcony, head in his hands from yet another day of failure.Â
âHey⌠any good news?â
âNo,â he said impatiently. âIf there was, I wouldnât fucking be here right now.âÂ
âFair enough.â Your voice took a dip as you looked at the ground, allowing yourself to feel a little hurt for a moment before trying to lift the mood again. âWell⌠me and Sai stopped by your favorite bakery and got you the cookies you like if you wanted someââ
âNoâ no,â Satoru cut you off. âI donât want your fucking cookies. I donât want to do a family movie night where all we watch is Ms. Rachel. I donât want to read some book about a mouse trying to become a fucking painter over and over again. I donât want ANY of it. I want to fucking go homeâ what part about that do you not get?â
You tried to stand as straight as possible despite your shoulders growing heavier, pushing against the small frown threatening to carve itself across your face. You forgot how mean he used to be, at least during that first year of dating him. It only stings more because the man you married would never raise his voice like that, and you remind yourself that this isnât him.
After a long pause, he looked up at you and immediately felt guilt wash over him.
âI didnât mean that,â he tried to meet your eyes as he began to backtrack. âIâm sorry, I justâ fuck. I didnât mean any of thatââ
âItâs fine.â You forced yourself to look at him again and smile. âIâll uh⌠give you some space.â
The one thing about Satoru is that he doesnât apologize. Like ever. So, one could only imagine how painfully awkward it was later that night when he knocked on your bedroom door to say he was sorry. It didnât help that you were in a paper-thin silk slip, skin glistening from the lotion you rubbed all over itâ he spent half his time trying not to stare at your tits. Had you been anyone else, it wouldnât have felt as genuine.Â
But thank fuck he apologized, you probably wouldâve spent all day ignoring him.Â
You raise a brow, and his cheeks start to pink. âWhat are you staring at?âÂ
âNothing, you justââ he awkwardly gestures at your entire body, âthereâs flour all over you.âÂ
It almost sounds like heâs offended by it. He kind of is. You keep your foot on his fucking neckâ he doesnât even know why he came out here.Â
âOh, rightâ 'cause messes have always bothered you,â you lean over the island ever so slightly. The pink on his cheeks darkens as you do, unable to control his eyes from drifting down to your cleavage. And while heâs not exactly ashamed of lookingâ you are his wife after allâ he canât help but be a little flustered.Â
Heâs always had a thing for milfs.
Especially when said milf is talking about messesâ he knows a couple of places he could make a mess on right now.Â
âNah,â he rests his elbows on the marble counter as a playful grin stretches across his face. âThis is nothing compared to how I like it.â Â
You tilt your head, a small laugh escaping you as you rest your chin over your palm, curious to see where this conversation will get you.Â
âHow do you like it?â you ask, as if you didnât already know how filthy and depraved he could get when heâs alone in a room with you.Â
And you fucking miss that.Â
He opens his mouth to respond.Â
Then you hear your daughter whimpering about waking up alone. Itâs nothing new, and you revert back to mom mode as you watch her turn the corner and waddle towards you.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, is not used to this. The slightly bruised laugh he lets out just barely masks his desire to fucking scream. What a fucking cockblockâ no wonder you only have one kid.Â
His kid completely ignores his existence as she wraps herself around your leg, continuing to whimper despite no actual tears streaming down her cheeks. âI had a nightmawh.â
Meanwhile, thereâs Satoru, who has yet to wake up from his very own nightmare. He internally sighs, then attempts to grab her attention because it doesnât feel very good watching her give it all to you. âYou wanna share a muffin with daddy?â
Itâs starting to sound more natural.
âY-yeah,â she sniffles.Â
Minutes later, sheâs sitting on his lap, absolutely demolishing the blueberry muffin they ended up splittingâ a complete 180. He couldnât be mad, even if he tried.Â
His little girl was a dream.Â
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Month two. Ijichi is still as useless as ever. He stopped complaining to you about him, though. You noticed he doesnât talk about going back to his original timeline all that much anymore.
Itâs not like Satoruâs given up hope, heâs just more present, as if he finally realized that wallowing in self-pity wasnât going to send him back any faster. Heâs unknowingly more like his future selfâ laid back, not a care in the world.Â
Heâs even sleeping in for once. Itâs not that hard though when Saiâs gone for the day. She seemed to care more about getting the hell out of the house with her grandparents than greeting her father a good morning. You didnât push her to, eitherâ figuring Satoru needed the sleep. He always does.Â
Itâs too bad that his phone started blowing up at around 10:00 am. Unfortunately for you, he left his phone in the living room, leaving you to get up and grab it since the master bedroom was the closest room to it. With how thick the walls are, you doubt heâd even hear it.
With a long sigh, you rise from bed, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you snatch the stupid phone off the coffee table.Â
The snores coming from Satoru reach your ears before you even open the door. You have to hold back a laugh as you walk in and take a look at him. Face down, his long limbs sprawled over the bed, messy white hair sticking out in all directions.Â
You reach out and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, surprised infinity is off.Â
âToru?â He stirs a bit, and you cautiously attempt to wake him up again. âToruâ someoneâs been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes now.â
He lifts his head, eyes still sealed shut as he murmurs, âWho?âÂ
âUhh,â you look at the screen, unsure of who it might be. âYour contact name for them is nerd.âÂ
You know itâs not Ijichi because his contact name is âcourage đśâ in his phone. Someone else must've annoyed Satoru for him to change yet another contact.Â
Satoru shoves his head back into the pillow and groans before taking the phone off your hands.
Itâs Nanami. He, of all people, should know now is not the time to be blowing up his phone right now because he is fucking sleeping. Itâs a Saturday for fucks sake.Â
Satoru sighs and accepts the call, grumbling into the phone. âWhat?â
Nanami cuts straight to the chase, as he would rather be doing anything else right now.Â
âHow long are you planning on hiding your secret from the higher-ups?â he asks in a clipped tone.Â
Satoru rubs his eyes, too tired to return the same sense of urgency his friend seems to have at the moment. âForever.â
âDonât give me that.â A vein pops up on the side of the usually stoic manâs forehead. âThey asked me about you this morning. They know somethingâs up. I canât keep covering for you if it means my own safetyâs on the line.â
âYou really havenât changed, have you?â Itâs more of a statement than a question.
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to meanââ
âYouâll be fine,â Satoru cuts him off. âTheyâre always up my ass anyway. I doubt theyâre even suspicious. They just donât know how to mind their own fuckinâ business. Seriously. Youâre worrying over nothing right now.â
âI swear to god Gojo, if youââ
âKayâ good night.âÂ
Click.
Nanamiâs probably fuming right now, but heâll get over it. Satoru wanted to enjoy this. Lying in a comfy bed, surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet. He closes his eyes and stretches a bit, then rests his hands behind his head.Â
He wouldâve forgotten that you were still sitting at the edge of the bed had you not lightly cleared your throat. One eye opens to look at you, then closes. The last thing he wants to do is share the reason why Nanami had been blowing up his phone all morning.Â
âJust because you canât see me doesnât mean Iâm not here.â You cross your arms. âWhat was that all about?âÂ
âNothinâ,â he easily says. âJust Nanami being Nanamiâ the guyâs a fuckinâ stickler for no reason.âÂ
âThatâs a little rude, no?â you chastise him.Â
âSo is waking me up.âÂ
âSai wakes you up all the time, though.â
âSaiâs a ball of sunshine,â he says, quickly coming to her defense. âNot a grown man with depressionâ where is she by the way?âÂ
âSheâs spending the afternoon with my parents.âÂ
Both eyes open this time, and stay open. âWhy didnât you go with them?â
âNo way,â you wave a hand. âI need a break, too.âÂ
âYeah, noâ Iâm sure,â he agrees, feeling flustered all the sudden.Â
And Satoru being Satoru, he doesnât do a very good job of hiding it, once again forgetting that you can read him better than anyone else can.
You smile, scooching closer, âYou good there?âÂ
âYeah, mâfine,â he murmurs, trying not to shift around too much.
âI can take care of that, you know.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThat.â You look down at the boner heâs been trying to hide since finding out itâs just you two here.
âThatâs notââ His brain straight up short-circuits. âYou donât think thatâs weird?âÂ
âNo.â You continue to inch forward, getting closer to him. âDo you think itâs weird?â
âNoâ never,â he shakes his head, answering a little too fast. âFuckâ wonât future me get mad?âÂ
âNot at all. The most heâd probably do is make me show him what we did.âÂ
âMake you show him?â he repeats after you in disbelief.Â
âIs that a problem?âÂ
âNo, thatâsâ thatâs fuckinâ hot.âÂ
Minutes later, youâre leaning forward with your hand wrapped around his base, and his breath catches as you start to slowly pump his cock.Â
âFeel good?âÂ
His lids lower as he hums, âyeahâ keep going.â
You lean forward, letting a string of spit fall from your lips to the tip of his cock, letting it mix with the precum that was already beading down from it. The wet sounds of you stroking him begin to grow, making the heat in between your legs start to pool.
âCan I sit on it?â You look up at him, batting your lashes as you innocently ask.Â
âPlease,â he blurts out, just about ready to start begging you to.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât just as eager as him after all the weeks spent pretending like you donât notice the way he stares at you. Lustfully. The slip youâre wearing happens to be extra short today, so you forego stripping down and practically pounce on him. Your soaked panties grazing over his rock-hard length as you straddle him, letting yourself get comfortable while Satoru grows impatient.Â
His hands find themselves planted on your hips and pull you down. A low groan escapes him as he grinds you against him. âGodâ fuck me. Please.â
âWell, since youâre being so sweetââ
You reach down, hooking a finger into the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side. Heâs already lining himself up with your entrance, teasing your hole as he runs his tip through your folds, collecting all the slick. His lips part as he watches in awe at how damn wet you are.Â
His head tips back as you lower yourself, groaning and rambling to himself as if you werenât there to hear it all.Â
"Fuck. Youâre so hot.â His words come out strained as he watches you start to take him inch by inch, slowly working yourself open. âSo fuckinâ tight, too.âÂ
âMmmâ forgot how big you are.â Your voice is all soft and breathy from the fullness, nails slowly digging into his abs as you bottom out.
It takes a minute to adjustâ it has been 3 months after all. But then you finally roll your hips, and Satoru almost starts singing praises at how good you are at thatâ  lifting your hips all the way up and throwing them back, taking all of him.Â
"Fuck yeahâ just like that," he breathes, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Feels so fucking good."
You murmur back a measly, âkay,â already dizzy from the stretch. Youâre able to keep up the pace on your own for a bit, until you feel his grip on you tighten and the sounds of skin slapping against his start to grow as he starts to help you out.Â
You wouldnât exactly call it help though, not when he ended up doing all the workâ holding you steady while he practically bounces you on his cock, pulling more and more moans out of you as the head of his cock repeatedly kissed your sweet spot with almost no effort.Â
"You take it so good," he groans, pupils blown wide as he starts to feel himself lose control, snapping his hips up a little harder than the last. He wants more, he always wants moreâ so he pulls you forward and pulls your straps down far enough for your tits to spill out. "Perfect fuckinâ tits. Been thinking about these for weeks."
You let out a surprised gasp as he pops a nipple in his mouth with no warning. You fully believe him with the way he starts sucking and swirling and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, all while snapping his hips up harder.Â
He pulls back with a pop, looking up at you for approval. âWas that good?â
âMhm.â Thereâs a fucked out expression on your face as you weakly nod. âHarder.â
âYou want me to fuck you harder?â
âYeah.âÂ
Something in him snaps. Eager to please you, he flips you over and folds you underneath himâ grabbing the back of your knees and pinning them to your chest so he can drive his cock into you deeper.Â
âBetter?â
He drives his hips forward again, knocking the air out of your lungs. âGodâ yes.â
âI canâtâ fuckâ canât believe youâre all mine, canât believe I get to have you,â he starts to ramble as the sounds of him absolutely pounding into you fill the room. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfectâ all of you.âÂ
He crashes his lips into yoursâ the kiss is messy, powered by hunger. Satoruâs always been overwhelming, but itâs been years since itâs been this emotionally intense. He fucks you like he needs you, like heâs been waiting for you all his life.Â
Your walls begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock, pulling another groan out of him. âYou close?â
âYeah,â you whine, feeling the pressure begin to coil. âKeep going.â
Heâs close too, you can tell by how sloppy his thrusts have grown, no longer trying to control himself as he starts chasing after both of your releases. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you faster, harderâ balls slapping against your ass with each lewd wet squelch.Â
Your orgasm hits you hard after one particularly rough thrust. Scratching at his back as a cry tears through you, and it only goes straight to his dick, not even realizing just how overstimulated you are from the way he drills into you.Â
âFuck.â Itâs just one word that comes out of his mouth after realizing how hard heâs about to fucking cum. He bites into your shoulder as his balls start to tighten, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces himself.Â
When it happens, itâs a lot. He shoves himself deep inside of you, unaware of all the weight he puts on you as hot spurts of cum begin to flood your walls. Slowly grinding against you, letting your tight pussy milk the rest of him.Â
Youâre wrecked by the end of it. You both areâ lids tired and heavy, bodies sore and out of breath.
And in the end, you just let yourself fall asleep, unaware of the soft kiss pressed against your temple as he watched you.
â
Itâs month three, and Satoru doesnât want to go back.Â
What was the point? Itâs not like he had anyone or anything to go back to. Jujutsu Society never crumbled from him getting shot into the future. Would it really be that bad if he just never went back and continued on with his life from here?
He hasnât uttered a word about it out loud, but the way he completely stopped asking Yaga and Ijichi for updates was telling of where he was at mentally. Â
Acceptance.Â
He likes his life here.Â
Youâve come to your own conclusion after these last three months.
No wonder why he was so hot and cold when you were trying to get to know him. Satoru got a little taste of genuine comfort, only for it to be ripped away from him sometime before you two actually met. It explains all the times you wondered why he even tried with you, despite being too emotionally inept to even be in a relationship. He probably went through the beginning of your relationship thinking you could disappear at any second.Â
With that being said, he canât stay here. As much as youâd love to continue being the source of comfort for this version of Satoru, he needs to experience the last year he spent alone before meeting you. He needs to feel cautious around you. He needs to try and fail at opening up a handful of times before getting comfortable with the idea of truly being vulnerable with a person. Getting over that element of fear he had towards getting close to others is what made him a husband and fatherâ he couldnât just skip that part of his life.Â
You have no idea how youâre going to tell him that, though. Youâre not one to kick a sick puppy, especially one as cute as him. Heâs so happy here with you and Sai that the thought of doing so makes your chest ache.Â
Heâs having a tea party with Sai right now, limbs way too long to sit in the little stool she pulled up for him to sit in. He drinks imaginary tea from the plastic pink cup she hands him, and your chest aches some more. You force yourself to look away before the tears start.Â
Youâd do the next 11 years all over again if you could.
âHey, Honey?â Satoru calls out to you.
Thereâs a pause before you whip your head aroundâ itâs been months since heâs called you that. Thereâs nothing but warmth and fondness in his eyes as his gaze meets yours. âWhy is Nanamiâs number saved under ânerdâ in my phone?â
Heâs back.
âI donât know,â you laugh, despite the tear falling down your cheek. âYou tell me.â
â
Satoru didnât want to believe it when everything around him went dark once again. Itâs not until his feet touch the ground with a soft thud and he finds himself back in his messy, cold dorm when reality slapped him across the face.
Something between a sob and a gut-wrenching scream rips from his throat. Grabbing the round shades he had hoped heâd never have to fucking wear again, he rips them off his face and sends it crashing into the wall, breaking into a hundred little pieces. He doesnât stop. Doesnât give himself a chance to even breathe or think before raising his hand and releasing a purple orb with just a flick of his fingers.Â
Impulsive. Reckless. Deadly.Â
Satoru was fucking devastated.Â
Nobody knew what triggered him that night. All they knew was that the east wing of the school looked like it had been hit by an asteroid by the time he calmed down. He didnât speak to anyone for a good two weeks following the incident. Everyone wants to think he was lucky the explosion didnât have any casualties, but then they remembered who he was: Satoru fucking Gojo.Â
Godâs donât get punished, nor do natural disastersâ itâs hard to tell which one he was at this point.Â
One Year Later
âIf itâs that small of a curse, why are you sending me there?â Satoru continues to argue with one of the new managers over the phone.Â
It wasnât that small of a curse. It was a grade one. But still, given the sorcererâs title as a special grade, he was overqualified for the job.Â
âIâm sorry, we just donât have anyone available to take on the case at the moment.â The young woman continues to apologize over the phone. âI think we might have a grade 3 available for the job. I- I can checkââ
âSave it.â Satoru cuts her off. He wasnât that heartless to push the case off to some 15 year old. Thatâs exactly how Haibara died. âSend me the address.âÂ
The mission was nothing short of an inconvenience for him. He liked a challenge when exorcising curses, and the damn thing didnât even put up a fucking fight. He traveled 2 hours to get here just for that? Unbelievable.Â
He wasnât ready to leave and sit on a train for another 2 hours just yet, so he decided to walk around the town for a bit.Â
It was a cute place, a little quiet. Kinda boring. Thatâs never a bad thing, though. Lots of mom and pop shops, a few coffee shops scattered around, one of which he decided to try. A little sugarâs always good, at least to him.Â
The smell of vanilla and roasted coffee beans hit him as he walked into the place. There was a decent amount of customers inside. Not too much to feel crowded, but enough to stay busy. He keeps his eyes on the menu the entire time. The line moves fast, and he figures out what he wants just in time.Â
âAnd what can I get started for you today?â
His eyes are still on the screen, reading the item off the menu.
âCan I get a white chocolate mocha frappuccino, with an extra pump ofâŚâ his words die out, and his eyes widen as he finally looks at the girl taking his order. âHey.â
âHi.â You laugh at the way this stranger loses his train of thought. âExtra pump of white chocolate syrup?â
âYeah.â He exhales, unable to rip his eye off you as you write the words down on the plastic cup with a sharpie.Â
âName for the order?â
âGoâ Satoru,â he corrects himself. âItâs Satoru.â
Heâs a little awkward, but you still find him quite charming and smile. âAlright, Satoru. Your order should be ready in about 10 minutes.â
âAwesome. Thanks,â he nods rather pathetically, then goes to sit in an empty corner of the shop with only one thought in mind:Â
He has 10 minutes to come up with what to say to get your number.Â
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canât stop thinking about sukuna who has such a nasty size kink, always noting the drastic difference in size between you two as he towers over you and his wide frame doubles yours, how you couldnât handle a guy like him, that heâd ruin you. heâs just so shameless about it, and he canât help but love the way you try to hide how nervous he truly makes you.
it gets his cock rock hard, wanting nothing more than to stretch you out as you struggle to take his cock, to ruin you completely as you come undone beneath him, all because he knows heâs just way too big.
so, when heâs finally pulling out his cock from his boxers with a spring, watching you with intent eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips, you canât help but feel the nervousness creep into your stomach. he was huge. you werenât even sure how you would make it fit, but before you could open your mouth, sukuna notices the expression on your face, gently laughing before reassuring, âdonât worry, sweetheart. iâll make it fit.â
but when sukuna finally manages to relax your body with the circular movements of his digits, he already has you a whining mess just from his pink, mushroom tip stretching out your entrance. he thinks itâs cute the way your back arches as your pussy slowly sucks him in, muttering against your ear with a hiss, âjusâ relax for me.. squeezing me real tight here.â
but when you moan out his name with a shallow breath, he canât help but give in to his urges to snap his hips forward, groaning out as your pussy takes him in and stretches to accommodate his size. youâre gasping out as you claw at his back, crying out, âfuck!â
âi know, i know.â, sukuna breaths out, struggling to keep his composure as your pussy clenches around him so tightly, causing his cock to throb agonisingly against your walls. he throws his head back as he starts rocking his hips back and forth, pressing down on your stomach to feel how deep he is, âyou feel that? feel how deep inside i am? fuck.. atta girl.â, he praises as he continues to abuse your gummy walls, your moans and whines like music to his ears.
he didnât think youâd be taking him so well, crying out his name as he bottoms out inside of you and kisses your cervix with the snap of his hips, groaning deeply as he reaches to circle over your clit with the pads of his thumbs, âtakinâ me so fucking well..â
âkuna..â, you moan as he continues to snap his hips forward over and over, his pelvis colliding with the curve of your ass while stimulating your swollen clit. your pussy swallows him up and sucks him in as the curve of his cock kisses that sweet spot of yours, a burning pleasuring building up in your stomach that has your face contorting.
âfuckinâ take it, baby.â, he grunts, his hands moving to grip your hips and fuck you completely dumb on his cock, your moans coming out as babbles and whimpers as your eyes roll back, âcâmon, give it to me.â
and as his cock throbs against your stimulated walls with one last thrust, you feel your body consumed with an euphoric sense of pleasure. you couldnât control yourself as you come undone beneath sukuna, crying out as you claw at his back. the way your pussy continuously flutters around his cock has him hissing out with a bit build up before quickly pulling out and pumping his shaft with his fist where his cock sporadically litters his hot, thick liquid on your stomach, breathing out as his release washes over him.
you looked a mess, completely ruined and tainted with your chest heavy and your legs shaky with his cum covering you like heâd just marked his territory. sukuna canât hold back the smirk on his lips as he leans down to kiss your temple, feeling his sensitive cock twitch at the way heâd just ruined you.

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wicked intentions | s. gojo x s. geto
synopsis:Â Bored of your conservative town you're glad that a sex shop pops up, but little do you know that two men who run it are perverts who want to take you to bed but little do they know what they're about to experience.
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tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + not beta read + repost from my old blog + use of multiple sex toys + mmf threesome + pussy eating + blow job + facial + consensual and nonconsensual filming + cum eating/play + fingering + double penetration + anal you receiving + impact play + teasing + you're shorter than them + they talk you through your orgasm + collar/lease usage + both Gojo and Geto are slimy and perverts and manipulate you + dirty talking + creampie + bondage + squirting + pet names such as good girl and princess + Geto x Gojo + any missing tags lmk!Â
Smoke hung in the air like a heavy musky perfume clinging to the white ceiling catching your attention before you looked around the old building converted into something you never thought youâd see in this town; a sex shop.
Everyone talked about it, the idea of one in a town like this wasnât sure to do good with sales, but you wanted to see it, curiosity won the battle as you spotted the two men working the counter.
They were deep in a conversation when you stepped further in, you could hear their low mumbling as you glanced at the array of dick-shaped objects.
The main theme seemed to be things you could suck ironically enough, lollipops, straws, and other things that were phallic shaped and all sorts of bachelor and bachelorette games with various items.
You walked over to the movie section and glanced at them, you couldnât help it really given the nature of your job as a sex worker. It was only solo videos you posted on OnlyFan videos and pictures.
Warmth flooded through your veins looking at the covers, women and men getting fucked or sucked off or eaten out, blood pumped hot pulses throughout your body, and you inhaled smelling the soft scent of vanilla mixed with something heavier.
âWe have a sale, buy one get one free!â A light chipper voice called out from behind. You turned and looked at the workers.
One, tall and lanky with white hair and eyes, you were sure the most beautiful blue ever. And white eyelashes that complimented his eye color, your eyes averted to the man next to him, the complete opposite. Long black hair with dark eyes to match.
You smiled and walked over to the counter which housed all sorts of things for smoking, and other small sex items. âSounds good, it looks good here.â You murmured with a genuine smile happy to see something new in town.
The white-haired man smirked and drummed his long slender fingers against the counter. âThank you, anything that catches your eye?â He asked, locking his gaze with yours with a smirk.
You nodded and pointed to the rack of dildos behind you. âA few of them, Iâm so happy to see a new shop especially one that caters to this in such a conservative city.â You voiced your appreciation with a little sultry touch, seeing men like them is also a rare sighting here.
Both men smirked now glancing at each other and sharing some sort of silent conversation. âIt was a bitch to get it set up, these folks need to use one or two toys.â You giggled and looked at the white-haired man, his eyes undressing you practically along with the other one.
âMy name is Satoru, Iâm the owner and this is my trusty employee and best friend, Suguru.â
You gave them your name with a shy smile, usually, you barely paid any man attention due to them mostly being close to twenty years older or more than you, you noted they both oozed with charm and something sinister swimming under their gaze.
âSuch a pretty name for a pretty girl,â Suguru spoke up eyeing you.
Another fit of giggles erupted from your pink glossy lips. âThank you, you two are the most handsome men that have graced this town along with a sex store.â
It was Suguru who spoke again, his lips curled into a smile as well. âSo itâs like a two-in-one package.â He murmured.
You leaned forward giving them a good view of your tits with a matching smile. âIâve always wondered how two would fit into one.â You teased looking down at the small pipe that resembled a pair of lips painted a deep red.
Satrouâs own lips split almost as he stared at you, no one really has come in besides the few dudes wanting a fleshlight because as they put it their wives never wanted to put out, and now here, these two have a sweet little thing in front of them.
âVery easily with just a little bit of lubrication and coaxing, you could do it,â Suguru purred putting his elbows on the glass leaning forward to catch a whiff of your strawberry perfume, the sweet smell made his mouth water almost. Moving here proved to seem a good idea.
A gush of slickness coated your panties as you gazed into Suguruâs eyes laying your hand over his with a smile so sweet that he wasnât sure if he wanted to taste your mouth or pussy first, his cock throbbed behind the counter. âYouâre right, if I need any help Iâll let you know.â
Before Satoru could add anything else the door rang, and an older gentleman walked in with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You stepped away with a wink and headed back to the wall of dildos scanning the plastic for a larger toy, which happened to be a dark pink filled with glitter.
His words echoed in your head âa little bit of lubrication and coaxing, you could do it.â You grabbed it and headed over to the lube section finding a lube quickly before turning back to the counter to see the older man walking out.
âWhat if I gave you both a shoutout on my page about your new store?â You asked in a soft tone setting the items on the counter, again they shared a silent conversation and nodded as Suguru rang up your things and bagged them.
Satoru slid your card back into your palm running his slender fingers over your flesh leaving behind a trail of hot desire that crackled like a fireplace. âWeâd love that, let me make a counteroffer,â This time they both leaned into your personal space with wicked smirks.
More times than not you were not this bold, but something about the men gave you a boost of confidence you held onto for dear life even though you let people see your naked body this was different, almost more intimate.
âYou let us watch your little video and weâll give you half off today,â Satoru murmured reaching his hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the pink glittery gloss that you smeared earlier.
Your heart thumped fast in your chest watching him with a smirk. âYou got a deal, and maybe soon you both will show me just how well I can coax two into one hole.â You scooped up the bag and walked out of the shop with a smile and ruined panties.
Both men looked at the username you wrote down on the receipt and they knew that they were going to be in for a show.
Later that evening you sat on your bed dressed in the new lingerie that came in the mail earlier in the morning, however, this time felt a bit different knowing that Satoru and Suguru could join anytime and youâd have no idea, their nickname could be anything really.
You scanned the new toy you laid out along with the lube bottle and wondered how it would feel for them to stretch you out instead of the silicone dildo, your brain fizzled out almost at the thought of being sandwiched between them.
Satrouâs blue eyes reminded you of the crystal clear waters that lapped over each other on a hidden away beach, and Suguruâs reminded you of melted dark chocolate, you swore you could almost taste the salt from the water and the aroma from the food.
You sighed heavily and flopped on your bed playing with the frilly edge of your one piece glancing at the camera working up the nerves to start the live, usually, youâd like to record and edit then post but tonight would be a special treat.
Once you were in the middle of your bed surrounded by pastel shades of pink and purple you kneeled next to the toys and turned the camera on pointing it at your face, per the requests from your subscribers, they loved you in soft colors and see-through outfits.
Comments started to roll in the moment everyone was alerted you were online, you cupped your tits and settled down letting your heels rest on your ass. âHello everyone, sorry itâs been a whole week since I uploaded anything so I wanted to give a little treat, and Iâm here to give a shoutout to the two very sexy men who helped me out today.â
On the other side of the screen, Satoru and Suguru sat on their couch tuned into your live stream. âHoly shit, next time she comes in I have an idea,â Suguru murmured, his eyes fixated on the screen watching you rip open the thick plastic.
Little did he or Satoru know that you were actually prepping yourself for them because you planned to invite them over and give them a show that neither will ever forget when you gained more confidence to do so, you gasped when you held the toy in your hand looking at the camera.
They both watched with throbbing cocks as you quickly got up to wash it off before setting back down with an open mouth you swirled your tongue around the head before pushing more of it into your mouth staring at the red dot. âDo you think she swallows or spits?â Satoru asked.
âSwallow for sure, but Iâd love to see my load on that pretty face of hers,â Suguru replied with a smirk grabbing the laptop and placing it on his knees as he leaned back letting his friend get a better view as well, this time you were deep throating it with your eyes closed.
You gagged a little bit before removing the toy holding it as you popped the top of the lube and squirted some on the tip before smearing the substance up and down the shaft as you sat up on your knees placing the toy between your legs.
They watched as you slowly slid the head inside you, your mouth dropped open at the feeling of something thick trying to stretch you out. âIâve always wanted to try double penetration, two cocks splitting me wide open and the cum dribbling out sounds so hot.â
Satoru and Suguru exchanged a look and a smirk before they turned back to the computer watching you drop down more on the toy, your hands gripping a bunny plushie with a pink bow on one ear, your face screwed up in pleasure as you let out a high pitched whine.
Finally, the dildo bottomed out leaving you stuffed full as you rocked back and forth a few times getting used to the sensation of it, everyone could hear the wet suctioning as you fucked the toy faster moaning like a porn star, your eyes fluttered shut thinking about the two men.
Satoru would be on the bottom and Suguru would be behind you as they worked their cocks in and out of your pussy taking turns before both of them slowly would bottom out, you whined thinking about it triggering your orgasm and leaving a creamy ring around the toyâs shaft.
You opened your eyes and read the comments that poured in, some wishing you would have done more foreplay but none of them stuck out to you. âIâm sorry it was fast-paced and had no foreplay, I was super wet to begin with, I have those two on my mind. See you soon.â
Satoru focused on your pout and how soft your lip felt under his thumb as he stared at you through the screen wishing he could reach in it and cup your cheek, the laptop went dark when you ended the video blowing a kiss to the camera.
âShe was thinking about us, next time we should leave a comment. Keep her guessing, she was reading them wondering if we were going to say something.â Suguru commented shutting the laptop down and growing excited by the second for whenever you would come in next.
It was only four days after you live-streamed when you stepped back into Satoruâs shop again, a husky vanilla scented the air from the incense on the empty front counter, you sighed and pouted a bit looking around. The color scheme was done in white and gold hues.
They blended perfectly together you thought wandering around the small area, the place before this was a tiny cafe but Satoru added a bit more to it, including the dressing rooms, his office, and a little room that could seat two to watch an adult movie.
A sign taped to the door read: âYou make a mess you clean it.â
âCome back for more toys?â Suguru asked stepping out from the back room, the doorframe held beads instead of a door clacked together as he leaned against the counter watching you, his coffee eyes taking in your outfit of the day.
You hummed and walked over to him. âI sure did, but this time Iâm looking for more lingerie, and I need a little help I think. What color do you think would fit best?â
Suguru slid his hand over yours turning it so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. âSpin for me, pretty girl.â He demanded in a soft tone, you let him turn you around slowly feeling heat creep up your neck and pool in your lower belly.
âSatoru!â He called out turning his head to glance at the beads before looking at you again with a predatory smile, a second later Satoru ducked out from the backroom seeing you his lips split with a grin.
He hummed his response and looked at his friend then you. âShe wants to know what color suits her the best, what do you think?â Suguru asked spinning you once more and hearing them both whistle.
âI would say either white or red, your skin color is the most beautiful I have ever seen before.â
His eyes burned a hole in you it felt like, the gaze intense. âI think I actually have a set that would do well, follow me, princess,â Satoru said stepping away from behind the counter to take hold of your hand before guiding you to the lingerie racks in the corner next to the fitting rooms.
âThis one is probably one of my favorites and I can only imagine how youâd look in it,â Satoru whispered bending down, his lips barely caressing the shell of your ear as he stood behind you grabbing the first piece on the rack barely brushing against you.
It was a simple open teddy body harness that showcased your tits and a tiny string that barely covered your pussy. You took it from his hands, being this close to him everything in your brain went haywire, and you didnât trust your voice not to crack.
His slender fingers brushed along your neck fixing your necklace. âWant to try it on?â He asked opening the door next to him, part of you wanted to invite him inside to help but you kept that on the backburner gripping the hanger and stepping inside the small room.
âIâll call out if I need help with something, thank you.â You said with a wink shutting and locking the door before shedding your clothes to slip on the new outfit, you could still feel him behind you, his musky cologne invading your nose and any common sense you had melted.
As you twirled yourself in front of the mirror Satoru and Suguru sat in the office staring at the computer, the screen showing you in full HD thanks to the camera they set up the morning after your live in hopes that youâd come back which admittedly look longer than they liked.
Suguru leaned back patting his friend's knee with a smirk. âI think you were right 'Toru, she looks fucking divine in that.â He muttered zooming in on your tits, your nipples perky from the AC that blasted down on you from the ceiling.
âI donât know if I want to rip it off her with my teeth or hands,â Satoru replied adjusting his dick in his pants and wondering howâd you taste, he could hear your moans and cries play like a record in his brain as you changed back into your clothes none the wiser what was happening.
But if they had to take a bet both men would say you wouldnât mind it one bit. A few minutes later you approached the counter with a few new outfits and some more toys, something different than what youâd use, a collar and two leashes hoping theyâd get the hint.
âHow did you like the teddy?â Satoru asked ringing you up while Suguru bagged everything just like last time, however, his hand hovered above the collar with a raised eyebrow while silently nudging his friend's foot, blue eyes saw the new item and looked at you.
âIt fit perfectly, youâre right the color does compliment me the best, youâre very attuned to that stuff I see.â You replied taking the bag from Suguru with a shy smile, both of them were a bit intimidating and stood over six feet tall with smiles that screamed sinister.
They both smiled again and nodded. âI am, you should see what else Iâm attuned to,â Satoru said taking a page out of your book with a wink.
âMaybe someday, see you two later.â You said blowing them a kiss and walking out of the shop, the warm sticky air made it hard to breathe along with the two sexy as sin men who watched you.
Monday morning came quickly which meant going back to your day job, but when night fell you turned into someone else, a personal pornstar is what some of your subscribers would say but they didnât know you worked at the local library.
It wasnât an awful job, minus the people who came in and didnât understand that phone calls should be moved outside and where everyone else can hear, and usually, you just pushed the cart filled with books to put them up where they belonged which was very easy.
Until you didnât have your step-stool to help reach the top but you attempted to by standing on your tip toes feeling the bottom hem of your shirt roll up exposing a sliver of your back when you felt someoneâs fingertips brush along your spine.
You whirled around ready to give them an earful but clamped your mouth shut seeing Satoru looming over you with a white stick hanging from his mouth, his hair wet and shaggy as he grinned down at you. âDonât scare me like that again!â You whined pushing on his chest.
He chuckled and moved the sucker to the other side of his mouth, his cheek puffed up from the candy. âI didnât mean too sweetheart, I was trying to pull your shirt down.â
You huffed a bit and rolled your eyes basking in his attention, he was for sure the sexiest man to ever walk into the library. âWhereâs your buddy at?â You asked looking around for the other man.
âHeâs back at the shop, why? Did you want him here too?â Satoru teased setting one hand above your head leaning closer, the sweet smell of his lollipop surrounded you both and thankfully no one would be able to see what was happening being in the corner of books no one checked out.
You shrugged in an attempt to show that you didnât care when you actually did and stared back at him feeling your panties dampen at the sight of him, tall and lanky you wanted to know how his cock would feel or taste inside your pussy and mouth, is it as pretty as him?
âWhat flavor is that?â You asked curiously following the movement of his tongue that peeked out.
Satoru grabbed the white stick pulling it from his mouth while using his free hand to grab your chin gently pulling your lips apart watching you stick your tongue out immediately. âGood girl.â He praised in a whisper sliding the lollipop in your mouth.
Your fingers curled around his arm and your eyes fluttered shut as you closed your lips while you sucked on the lollipop, an explosion of peaches and cream filled your mouth. The man in front of you was walking sex doing this in such a public place not caring if someone saw.
A small moan slipped past the candy as you sucked it harder opening your mouth a bit to show him swirling your tongue around it while opening your eyes to see him licking his lips while leaning in closer. âHow does it taste?â Satoru asked ghosting his fingers over your jaw and neck igniting a fire deep between your legs.
âSweet and creamy,â You murmured taking the lollipop from your mouth to transfer it to his with a smirk as you ran your open palm up and down his bicep giving it a squeeze feeling him flex under your touch while he took a step closer.
He cupped your cheek pressing himself against you a little bit. âJust how I think youâd taste. That was a sexy show you put on the other night, I canât wait to see what you do next. But I must know whose going to use that collar.â
âHopefully you and Suguru soon.â You replied standing on your tippy toes to kiss him on his cheek before walking off with your cart and books and a pounding heartbeat.
Satoru watched your ass as you swished your hips from side to side a bit more than what you needed to do to give him a show while you walked to the next aisle as he followed. âHow soon is soon?â He asked with a slight pout leaning against the end of the bookshelf.
âDepends,â You replied glancing at him as you slid a book between another one before picking up the next one seeing that it belonged on the top shelf, âmind helping me out please?â You asked.
He grabbed the book and stood behind you once more pressing his throbbing dick against your ass as he put it away before grabbing another one titled 69 Sex Tips and flipping through the pages showing you the book landing on the position chapter with figures showing the sex positions.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at the three people in a circle doing 69 on each other. âWe could do rock paper scissors to see who gets to taste your sweet pussy first, the other night Suguru and I jerked each other off to you, his cock would fit so nicely inside of you.â
Satoru watched your mouth form a small o as you moved your gaze from the book to turn your head and stare at him. âYou- oh my God.â You groaned grasping at the sucker stick and pulling it from his mouth to pop it back in yours.
There was nothing left to say but to walk away again with the peach candy saturating your taste buds with Satoru and the sweet flavor, his dirty whispers swirled around in your head until after your shift and when you got home to make dinner and crawl into bed.
All throughout the course of a few months, Satoru and Suguru would pop into the library to talk to you, sometimes theyâd come by themselves and whisper filthy things in your ear, especially Suguru.
He always felt warm like he was running a fever, so at your break times when he would drop in youâd lead him to the breakroom and curl up on the couch reading to each other, most of the time it was erotica with light touching to leave you wanting more.
âAnd she sucked his cock, her tongue swiping on the underside before closing her lips around the leaky head and hollowing her cheeks to take him deeperâŚdo you want to do that to us, my pretty girl?â Suguru asked one Thursday afternoon as you sat in his lap.
Your eyes were glued to the pages listening to his hypnotic voice that whispered dark and husky in your ear, his free hand was wrapped around your waist keeping you still as you rolled your hips a bit to alleviate the pressure that built between your legs.
âSuguru.â You whined resting your head on his shoulder wanting nothing more than to strip naked and let him ravage you on the couch not caring if one of your co-workers walked in.
He closed the book and held you closer to him as you both panted almost in sync. âI know, I know your pussy wants to be played with.â Surugu whispered letting you straddle him to run your fingers through his long hair.
âFriday night I promise to give you and Satoru a little show, so be sure to video chat me before I start recording for my page.â
He smiled and stoked your cheek letting his fingers trail down your throat to your tits tracing the underside of your bra and then your nipple thanks to the thin fabric. âFor our favorite girl, weâll do anything, we canât wait to see it.â He murmured cupping the back of your neck.
During the times they visited you, they both stroked the fire building between you three until one of you would break down and take what you really wanted. Suguru grabbed a grape from the small bowl you packed in your lunch box and held it in front of your mouth.
He watched you part your lips letting him place the fruit on your tongue and close your lips around his finger sucking a bit as he played with your tongue depressing it before slowly sliding it a bit further making you gag.
Suguru pulled out with a smirk as he watched you eat it before helping you up and off the couch. âTomorrow evening at seven Iâll give you a video call, be ready pretty girl.â
The next night you sat on your bed with your phone in hand watching it ring, it was well past seven, and still nothing from either Satoru or Suguru, anger pumped through your veins hot and heavy. While neither of them promised it still hurt that they couldnât keep up on a simple plan.
You jabbed your manicured finger on the red button hanging up before tossing your phone on the mattress before getting up wondering what the hell was happening and why they didnât call, part of you wanted to call once more before storming to their shop to give them an ass chewing.
The loud ringer of your phone startled you a bit as you wrestled for it under the covers grabbing it to see Suguru video-calling you. Quickly you hit answer and frowned staring at him and Satoru who pressed his head against his friends.
âBefore anything is said, weâre sorry. Time slipped from our hands and a group of women came in looking for a bunch of bachelorette party things.â Satoru said first with a small pout seeing the annoyance on your face.
You huffed and held one of your plushies close to your chest staring at them. âReally? Did you both give them extra attention?â You asked trying to keep the jealousy out of your tone but it was very evident which only excited the men on the other end of the phone.
They both looked at each other first then you. âNo we didnât pretty, I promise. They were all over Suguru and they were even touching his hair but we tried to get them out sooner.â
For some reason it angered you more knowing other women were touching them, nothing was even set in stone about whatever was going on between you three. âThey were, huh? I donât blame them.â You muttered looking anywhere but the screen.
You felt like a little kid not getting the sucker they wanted before bedtime, there was no reason for it truly but the idea of another woman touching them had your blood turning into fire. âAre you at home pretty girl?â Suguru asked watching you pout.
âYes. Where else would I be?â You shot back rolling your eyes.
Satoru hissed like a cat and mimicked one scratching at the air. âPut the claws away kitten, youâre the only customer that gets special attention, do you want us to swing by and cheer you up?â He asked.
Little did you know that they already had a bag packed with toys and items from the shop ready to go whenever you gave your answer. âHow are you two going to cheer me up?â
âWe have our ways, see you soon kitty cat,â Satoru replied with a wink hanging up his phone and standing up with Suguru grabbing the bag smirking at his friend as they left their apartment.
You waited by your door for what seemed like hours but really it was only twenty minutes when a knock startled you, quickly you looked through the peephole seeing Satoru and Suguru standing there, suddenly the gravity of the situation came crashing around you.
They really were the two best-looking men youâve ever had the pleasure of seeing, both of them lured you with charm and nicknames that left you feeling all warm and gooey inside. You opened the door and let them inside looking at the rain that poured from the sky.
You eyed the backpack on Satoruâs shoulder watching them kick their shoes off and shed their jackets. âI didnât know we were going to have a sleepover.â You murmured leading them into the kitchen.
They both followed like dogs wagging their tails who knew they were getting a bone, the biggest one they ever had too and that would mean they would need to savor it.
After they fucked you good and dumb they also knew that their plan would fall perfectly into place. âItâs going to be much better than that kitty.â Satoru mused with a smirk as he stepped over to your cupboard opening the door looking for something sweet.
âOh? What does that entail? Also, I hope youâre not going to eat me out of house and home.â
Suguru chuckled and stayed in his spot in the doorway leaning against the frame looking at you, the outfit you wore wasnât anything scandalous but you still looked gorgeous and fuckable, everything about you pulled both him and Satoru in.
âIf you let him he will, heâs very good with his mouth,â Suguru replied with a chuckle watching his friend then you.
You knew what he was getting out, Satoru turned and looked at you with a wink popping a cherry flavored sucker in his mouth swirling his tongue around it before pulling it out. âHeâs right, but we came to protect you from the thunderstorms.â He said in a soft tone.
It was a little secret that you slipped one night when you two were hanging out that you get nervous sometimes in them, you turned and looked at the window watching the rain that pattered against the glass pane.
âMy two knights in shining armor.â You teased reaching over grabbing the sucker from Satoruâs mouth sticking it in yours, the memory of the first time it happened you felt your pussy clench.
Suguru stepped in the already cramped kitchen behind you pressing himself against your backside as Satoru did the same only to your chest, your head was squeezed between their chests not giving you a chance to escape.
Satoru trailed his open hands up and down your sides gathering the pooling fabric and lifting it up, Suguru quickly helped raise your arms up so his counterpart could tug the shirt off of you letting it fall to the floor.
âYou really are so pretty, and have the cutest pout especially when youâre wearing lip gloss.â Satoru murmrued looking down at you, his hand now coming up to hold your chin tilting your head up while Suguru leaned down kissing the back of your neck.
Shivers raced up your spin covering your whole body in goosebumps, you felt your nipples pebble from the kissing and intense stare off with the blue eyes. Slowly he leaned in making it a tease, dragging it out until finally his lips met yours.
The first kiss between you two was soft and sweet until it got hungrier and deeper as you twisted your fingers in his shirt, you broke the kiss and turned your head to kiss Suguru who held the back of your head slotting his mouth against yours.
You pulled away from him and leaned your head on Suguruâs chest looking at Satoru helping him take his shirt off, everything you dreamt of was finally coming true, the feeling of between being sandwiched between them.
Satoru dropped the backpack and let you undress him. âLetâs take this to the bedroom.â You murmured taking both of their hands letting one of them grab the bag before following down the hall behind you.
All three of you stepped inside, their eyes scanning the walls and decoration before landing on the bed, a few plushies took space up next to the pillows, a four poster bed surrounded a king sized mattress in a color scheme that fit you to a T.
You kissed them both again before unhooking your bra and tossing it in your hamper. âYou both know that I wanted you to use this on me.â They both watched you head over to your closet pulling out a small box filled with your toys with the collar and leashes on top.
Both of them stepped forward grabbing the leashes from your hand, the collar it was attached matched the color, they watched with throbbing cocks and slightly open mouths as you put it on, the inside was a soft fuzzy material thankfully.
Suguru pulled you closer wrapping the leather around his fist jerking you forward almost falling into them, Satoru caught you wrapping one arm around your waist. âI jerked off thinking about this, reality is much better though I have to say and being able to hold you.â
Your eyes fluttered shut melting into his arms, they both led you to the bed helping you on it, Satoru let go of his leash giving it to Suguru before grabbing the backpack removing the contents from it, multiple sex toys, and clothes. âSo it is a sleepover, huh?â You teased.
They both chuckled as he continued grabbing cuffs and a short bar, again you watched them have a silent conversation before Suguru kneeled next to you helping you lay on your back. âJust for now pretty girl.â He told you taking the leash off your collar.
Their pheromones had you feeling in heat almost watching them both kneel between your legs now, they parted your thighs draping them over their laps before hooking their fingers in your panties and pulling them off.
Your curiosity got the best of you as you stayed silent watching them attach the cuffs to your ankles first, the inside the same as your collar padded with soft fur. âGrab this bar,â Satoru said as he extended it in front of your eyes.
Instantly you wrapped your fingers around it, the conversation was hazy in your mind but it seemed that you loved to spill your secrets to them telling them your darkest fantasies, and after yet again another lengthy conversation they got your permission to do indulge you during the weeks that spanned from then to now.
They were glad you trusted them, it showed in the way you let them move your limbs to their liking until the bar that held your cuffed wrists was weaved between the bars of your bedframe and your legs straight up in the air.
Suguru held the bar and pushed your legs back until your thighs were almost pressed against your ears, the stretch rippled through your muscles adding to the pleasure, with your pussy on full display it gave Satoru the opportune moment to stroke the slick flesh.
He gathered your wetness that webbed between his fingers to rub your clit while his friend took the time to kiss your breasts and nipples. âYou really are pretty all around,â Suguru muttered as he pulled away while looking down at his friend slowly sliding two fingers inside you with a squelch.
You curled your toes and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, along with the other secrets you whispered into their ear they knew itâs been almost two years since youâve been with anyone else but your own hand.
It was the same with them, but theyâve hooked up here and there with each other and you told them time and time again when you three finally did something you didnât want anything to hinder fully feeling them, it was a dangerous game playing with heat but you were willing to get burnt a bit for them.
Their tongues were like flames stroking the wild fire inside you, they were tearing apart at your seams getting to know the real you before stitching you back together, it was a sick perverse thing to do but over the weeks they were both certain you were their missing part.
Suguru bent at his waist and swirled your clit with the tip of his tongue before dripping more spit onto your cunt and Satoruâs fingers, you moaned and swirled your hips trying to fuck yourself on his digits. âMore oh please more!â
Satoru pulled out leaving you aching and empty to remove his pants and boxers getting fully naked before taking the bar from his friend so he could do the same thing until all three of you were naked.
Sweat was like a second skin clinging to your flesh, heat gathered around your bodies filling the small room, they could smell your arousal that pooled between your lips creating a sticky mess that Suguru leaned down and licked clean.
His tongue went up and down making sure not to miss a single inch before going back to your clit and sucking on it which had your back arching off the mattress as you gripped the bar that held your wrists.
While Suguru was eating you like a man starved, Satoru took the time to grab a mini wand vibrator from the bag turning it on with a mad grin as he bent down to pepper your breasts in wet kisses just like Suguru did a few moments ago.
He swirled his tongue around your nipple before drawing it in his mouth using the wand to place it over your nipple on the lowest setting, you could feel it drawing pleasure from the deepest part of you. âSatoru - Suguru!" You whined wanting more than what theyâre giving you.
âWhat is it, pretty girl?â Suguru asked sitting up now and taking the wand from Satoru to place it on your clit, his lips shone under the dim light from your slick and his own spit, he turned the vibrations up watching you wither on the bed.
It was hard to explain the feeling they gave you, between the intense pleasure that made you feel like you were floating and the way they cooed over you like you were their girl, and maybe part of you wished that you were.
Satoru slid his fingers inside your pussy again finding a slow pace while he grazed your g-spot, he was sure to massage it a few times before curling and scissoring his digits while Suguru circled the blunt end of the wand over your clit.
You tugged on the restraints pouting and pushing your lips out wanting one of them to kiss you, Suguru leaned over slotting his mouth against yours and pushing his tongue inside and swirling his with yours while pressing the wand a bit harder.
Pulses of pleasure thrummed through you with exhilaration, moaning into Suguruâs mouth which he ate before pulling away and looking down at you with a smile. âYouâre doing so good for us, can you take more?â
âYes, I can take whatever you give me.â You replied with a breathy tone, Satoru grinned and held the back of Suguruâs neck pulling him closer and kissing him deeply before pulling away to remove the bar from your bed frame.
Both of them put you in a new position with your head hanging off the bed which Suguru held up kissing you again as he kneeled next to the side of the bed watching Satoru grab the bar and push your legs back again.
âIf it gets to be too much pretty girl tap one of us twice.â Suguru reminded you in between kisses as he laid your head down slowly and gently, his cock sprang in your face thick and leaky, you watched him not able to see Satoru anymore from this position.
You nodded and opened your mouth letting Suguru feed his dick into your mouth until he heard gagging, he pulled back a bit and began to rut his hips pumping in and out as you let him, your throat becoming his own personal fucktoy.
Satoru watched the scene entranced by the two of you. He almost forgot what he was doing in the moment, his eyes were blown with lust and desire for you and Suguru. While they knew what they were doing was slimy and gross as hell, lying and manipulating you into liking them, but they didnât care if it meant having you.
He watched Suguru hold onto the bar pulling your legs back more making it easier for Satoru to hold his shaft and rub his head between your lips, the tip caught the hood of your cunt a few times, and your clit visibly throbbed from being so turned on and the teasing.
Satoru slowly thrust into you holding the bar until he bottomed out feeling you tighten and flutter around him, he looked down at where you two were connected seeing the sticky wet mess and your pussy lips wrapped around his cock so prettily as he patted the bed for the wand grabbing the end and turning it on.
Low vibrations filled the room along with your gargled moans, Suguru looked at your lips swollen and wrapped around the base of his cock with a groan, you hollowed your cheeks meeting his gaze with wet eyes and he swore he could see your pupils turn into hearts.
He glanced at his friend who was still staring at his cock slide in and out of you, it was a sight to see, the way you molded around his dick it was almost like you were meant for him, quickly overstimulation set in from them fucking you and Satoruâs fingers playing with your nipples.
The smell of sex hung heavy in the air permeating everything, you inhaled through your nose deeply before relaxing your throat letting Suguru fuck it harder, his free hand which didnât hold the bar reached out to grab Satoruâs shoulder pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
You watched their tongues tangle together while both of them fucked you, Satoruâs cock drove deep almost kissing your cervix making you squeal around Suguruâs dick before sucking harder, your tongue curled a bit around his head when he pulled out a bit to give you a break.
âLook at you doing such a good job taking us.â Suguru praised stroking your head with the back of his hand holding the bar in place making it easier for his friend to plant his fists on either side of you while rocking his hips and brushing your clit a few times.
The white-haired man smirked down at you as he tortured you with a slow pace and brought the wand back to your clit. âShe really is, huh?â He asked ending the sentence with a broken moan making his friend chuckle while he jerked himself above your head.
Your spit made it easier to do so, the wet sound roared in your ears as he moved closer letting his cum shoot out on your chest and tits which Satoru cleaned up when his head dipped down to lap at the white essence before he pulled you back on the bed all the way.
âHoly fuck.â You muttered watching him while he stopped the movements of his hips as he licked you clean before propping himself up on his elbows and looking at you with a smirk licking his lips.
Suguru parted your lips watching you lean forward to kiss Satoru who spit the cum in your open and waiting mouth, his blue eyes were hazy as he took in the sight of you shiny with his best friend's load.
Before you could say or do anything else Satoru slowly pulled out, you whined at the loss of him then they both worked to remove the bar and cuffs massaging the skin that was surrounded by the fuzz. âYou really did so well, but weâre not done yet, pretty girl,â Suguru told you with a smile.
He kissed your open palm staring at you while Satoru worked his fingers around your ankles, then again they both flipped you on your hands and knees with Suguru under you and your legs tucked under you and on either side of him.
He helped you hover above his cock before slowly pushing inside you bottoming out, the stretch was enough to have you clawing at his abs while Satoru pushed you down until your ass was high in the air making it easy to give your left cheek a small swat.
You yelped and jerked forward wrapping your arms around Suguru who held you close to him, your pussy felt so warm and tight he feared heâd cum way too quick for his liking. âJust stay still for us, okay? We shouldâve told you to put in a cute little butt plug in before coming over.â
Satoru chuckled and spread your ass cheeks looking where you and his friend were connected with a grin. âI donât know why we didnât but I have a little something for you kitten.â He murmured.
You couldnât see what he was doing but you could hear it, he was looking through the contents of the items on your bed grabbing the lube and plug he washed beforehand. âWe know how much you love it, and weâre going to teach you how to take two in one.â Suguru teased nipping at your neck.
The cool gel was applied to your hole as Satoru slowly worked the plug inside your ass watching you open up like a flower, you really were made for them he thought before he slowly slid his finger down to your pussy tracing your lips before pushing it inside alongside Suguruâs cock.
You gasped and threw your head back pushing back against him and letting out a broken moan, they both helped you bounce up and down before Suguru had you sitting up straight to latch onto your nipple while Satoru added another finger.
They both worked in unison stretching you out, Suguru moaned around your tit as he laved it in wet kisses as Satoru kissed and nipped at your shoulders, his free hand pinching your other nipple. âYou sure you can take us?â He whispered in your ear.
You nodded letting Suguru wrap his arms around your waist pulling you back down on top of him making it easy for his friend to guide his lubed-up cock against your stretched-out cunt, Satoru slowly slid himself inside you with a low groan in his throat.
All three of you stayed still getting used to the feeling you found Suguruâs mouth in a hot kiss before glancing back at Satoru who already knew what you wanted as he leaned in and kissed you then Suguru.
Then all of you were engaged in a messy kiss, you werenât sure whose tongue was whose as hazy bliss swam heavy through you, it was hard to keep yourself upright from Satoru and Suguru fucking you dumb like they had planned.
You squeezed your pussy in quick successions grinding your hips down as they gained speed, while Suguru pulled out Satoru thrust back in creating the perfect rhythm thrumming the orgasm that sat in your belly like a guitar string.
With the butt plug it was becoming too much, your cunt spasmed around their cocks throwing your head back howling almost from the climax. âOh, my God!â You cried out.
âThere you go, keep coming for us pretty girl, youâre doing such a good job.â Suguru praised kissing behind your ear filling you up with his own orgasm feeling Satoru pull out while he slowly removed the butt plug taking its place.
Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan curling your fingers into Suguruâs hair grinding your hips again humping them both riding out your high. âYou sound and look so pretty when you cum for us, no other men will ever bring you this much pleasure,â Satoru whispered in your ear.
And he was right, there was no way you could ever be with another man and not think about this with them, the pleasure they single handily gave you was more than youâd ever thought youâd experience in this lifetime.
It wasnât like they saw you as some sort of toy to keep or trophy to show off even though they planned to do that later, it was the obsession that quickly took hold of them worming into their hearts like ivy on a building
You collapsed on top of Suguru feeling Satoru do the same to you, his chest pressed against your back, all three of you panting and breathing heavily coming down from your highs. Suguru rubbed your shoulders kissing your cheek gently helping you down from the high.
Your brain felt foggy with the orgasms you werenât left to wonder how they even knew where you lived.
đŹ candy dealer
toji fushiguro x f!reader | age gap, manipulation, sugar-trade filth, twisted consent, oral fixation
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you always come in late. past midnight, when the candy shop hums low and empty and the floor tiles are hot under your soles from the dayâs sun. itâs not even a real shop just a side-street box stacked with cheap snacks, gum, and cold drinks behind foggy glass. but you come in anyway. lipgloss sticky, thighs chafing, fingers already reaching for the sweets like a little girl with nothing to lose.
heâs behind the counter. he always is.
older. too broad for the stool he leans on.
âtoji,â you say, voice lilting like itâs not your third time this week.
he grunts without looking up. âgonna rot your teeth with all that shit.â
you fake a gasp. âyou saying iâm sweet?â
he finally lifts his eyes. heavy-lidded, dark. ânah. sayin youâre stupid.â
your lips part but you just laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you pluck a lollipop from the jar cherry swirl, thick stick, heart-shaped if you tilt it right. you crinkle the wrapper slow, like youâre buying time.
then you check your pocket.
your smile falters.
âshit,â you mumble, turning toward him. âi..i donât have enough.â
you show him the crumpled coin and shrug, cheeks puffed, voice soft. âcan i owe you?â
his eyebrow twitches. he leans forward, arms crossed over thick forearms.
âowe me?â he repeats, slow like a warning. âwhat kinda shop you think this is?â
you giggle. âthe kind that gives regulars free candy?â
he doesnât smile. doesnât blink.
âyouâre not a regular,â he says. âyouâre a problem.â
your heart skips. your thighs press together. but you donât move.
âthen why you keep giving me candy, huh?â
he watches you unwrap the lollipop. watches your lips part, tongue curling to catch the gloss. your mouth closes around the red and white sugar and the stick pokes out like a promise.
âsame reason you keep showing me your pussy for it,â he mutters, voice rough.
you freeze.
he doesnât. just sits back and folds his arms again, watching the color drain and bloom across your cheeks.
âyou said i could have it,â you mumble, eyes low. âthat first time, you gave me three.â
âand you hiked your skirt like you were a slut and stupid.â
you suck harder, like the burn of the candy might drown the heat between your legs.
âwell,â you whisper, âi donât have cash tonight either.â
toji leans in again, elbows to glass.
âthen pay like you did before.â
you blink at him. suck again. drag the stick out slow, your spit stringing between lips and gloss.
âwhat, like⌠just a peek?â
he shrugs, eyes already dropping. âthatâs on you. ainât gonna beg.â
you hesitate. fingers brushing the hem of your skirt.
âyouâre not supposed to ask for that,â you whisper.
âyouâre not supposed to come in here late every night with no bra, suckin candy like a whore.â
your breath catches.
he taps the counter.
âgo on.â
and you do. slowly, quietly, with the candy still between your lips. fingers slip under the hem. you donât lift much, but itâs enough. the shop air is cold on your cunt, and your thighs quiver, but you hold still, shaking like a stupid little thing waiting for praise.
he exhales like heâs impressed. âall that for a fuckin lollipop.â
you look up at him, lips shiny and full.
âand youâre the one who keeps giving them.â
you show him. just a little peek. thighs parted while your fingers still clutch the lollipop, heart thudding behind your ribs like it knows something your mouth wonât say.
his eyes stay there too long.
âstill not enough,â he mutters.
you blink. âhuh?â
his gaze drags up to your face, slow and bored. âused to give you three for a peek. you remember that?â
you nod, eyes wide, candy stick tapping the corner of your mouth.
he leans in, arms folded on the counter, big frame hunched like a lion pretending to nap.
âthat was before you knew what you were doing.â
your lips part, but no sound comes out. your cheeks burn.
ânow you do,â he adds. âand that makes it worth less.â
your tongue swipes the sugar slowly, nerves tangled in confusion.
âthat doesnât even make sense,â you whisper.
he shrugs. âsure it does. when you didnât know better, you were just soft. stupid. sweet.â
he pauses, lets his eyes fall back down, like gravity pulls them toward the wet heat between your thighs.
ânow you know. and you still show me. that makes it cheap.â
your hand trembles, candy slipping between your lips with a wet sound. the sugar is melting faster than usual. so are you.
you try to recover. âyou said i was a problem.â
he grins, low and filthy. âyou are.â
he shifts, plants both hands flat on the counter and pushes up, rising to his full height. you forget how tall he is until heâs over you. towering. wide. warm in the worst way. he moves to the side, past the register, until nothingâs between you.
your breath catches. the candy wobbles in your hand.
âyou want another one?â he asks. voice calm. âthe blue raspberry kind. the big ones you like to suck on.â
you nod.
he steps closer. heat rolls off him.
âlift your skirt all the way this time.â
you hesitate.
his voice drops.
âor leave with nothing.â
the air hangs. no noise but the buzzing fridge and your stupid heartbeat.
âwhy do you talk to me like that?â you murmur, voice thin.
he laughs once through his nose.
âcause you fucking let me.â
your hand moves slow. the fabric peels up. higher. higher. the cool shop air kisses your bare cunt and you swear you feel your own slick against your thigh. toji watches. still. quiet. like youâre the final frame in a movie he already memorized.
he exhales.
âmm. better.â
his hand lifts fingers calloused, knuckles scarred and rests on the glass counter beside your thigh. not touching. just there. waiting.
âopen a little more,â he says, voice even. âjust a little.â
your lip trembles around the candy.
âand then iâll give you the good kind.â
his hand doesnât touch you at first. it hovers. warm and rough beside your thigh on the counter, like heâs letting you see what happens next before it happens. youâre still holding the candy in your mouth like an idiot. you can feel your spit pooling, your lips shining, your jaw getting sore from pretending this is fine.
âlook at that,â he murmurs. âall soft already.â
you blink up at him, eyes sticky, heart thudding somewhere in your ears. the skirt is up. the air is cold. your thighs tremble a little under the light. but you donât close them.
his fingers lift slow. two of them. they land just above your knee and slide up. his skin is hot. the way he touches is lazy, practiced like this isnât a first. like heâs done it before, to others. maybe in this exact spot. maybe on this exact counter. the thought makes your breath catch and your cunt pulse.
he hums under his breath when he reaches the crease where thigh meets heat.
âtold you,â he says. âused to give you three lollipops for this. now you hand it over for one.â
you try to say something anything but the lollipop is still between your lips, and when you make a sound, it comes out like a soft pop and a whimper.
âmm,â he grunts, amused. âyou like that candy too much, huh.â
his thumb drags through your folds like heâs not even paying attention. he pets your cunt like heâs checking it. warm and slick. your hips jerk a little and he slaps your thigh once.
âstay still.â
you do. you bite the stick and hold still. you feel every brush of his fingers, every slow rub over your clit like heâs killing time. your legs ache but you donât close them. heâs not looking at your face. heâs watching your pussy.
âdamn,â he says under his breath. âyou always get this wet when you beg for candy?â
you blink hard. your lashes are wet. your hand grips the edge of the counter.
he pushes one thick finger in slow and steady and groans like heâs stretching something sore.
you gasp, the lollipop clacking against your teeth.
âshh,â he mutters, curling it deep. âyou wanted this. you came in here every fuckin night.â
you nod. you donât even know why.
âsay thank you.â
your lips open. the candy slides. your voice comes out shaky and sweet.
âthank you.â
he pumps once, slow. then again. your body jerks. the candy falls. hits the counter and rolls. your mouth is open now and your pussy is clenching, and heâs watching both.
âi told you,â he mutters, almost to himself. âfuckin sugar rots girls like you.â
and then he leans in. breath hot. lips at your ear.
the countertop never even mattered.
he makes you move before you can blink grabs your wrist, yanks you around the corner like itâs nothing, like youâre something soft heâs already bought. you stumble, thighs sticky, mouth parted, the taste of blue raspberry still sweet behind your teeth.
he sits on the stool behind the register.
wide. solid. spread like he owns the place. like he owns you.
and then he pulls you right into his lap.
not gently.
you land bent your stomach across his thighs, your arms dangling down, skirt shoved up before you can ask why. the plastic of the candy wrappers rustles beneath you when you shift. your ass is bared. exposed. hot.
you blink, dazed, chewing the lollipop in your cheek.
âthere we go,â he mutters, voice low. âmuch better.â
his hand lands on the curve of your ass. big and warm and heavy. not moving yet. just resting there like it belongs. his fingers spread slightly. his thumb rubs slow circles. not to soothe. just to feel you.
âyou always come in here like this?â he asks, voice soft and condescending. âdressed like that? mouth all shiny, not a cent in your pocket?â
you nod.
his palm smooths over the swell of you. dips a little. finds the underside.
âno panties again,â he sighs. âcourse not.â
your cheeks burn. you suck the lollipop harder.
he tugs your skirt higher with one hand while the other strokes your lower back, slow and repetitive. not kind. possessive.
âlook at this,â he mutters, petting your inner thigh like itâs the ear of a dog. âyou donât even try to hide it anymore, do you?â
you shake your head.
âtold you already,â he murmurs, almost fond, âsugar rots girls like you.â
and then.
his palm lifts.
comes down with a soft slap.
not hard. not cruel. just enough.
you jolt. the lollipop taps your teeth.
âgood girl,â he mutters, rubbing where he hit.
you relax. not because you should. but because heâs still petting you. still calling you that.
âwant another one?â he asks. âa flavor you ainât had yet?â
you nod against his thigh, voice soft. âyes please.â
he hums. fingers trailing toward the dip of your lower back. stroking. tapping.
âof course you do.â
another spank. this one a little firmer.
âand what flavor do you think good girls get?â
âcherry swirl,â you mumble, lollipop pressed to your cheek. âthe heart-shaped kind.â
he chuckles. leans over your back. his chest brushes you. his hand moves to your hair, fingers stroking through it like heâs calming a pet. like youâre something dumb and delicate.
âmm. thatâs right. heart-shaped.â
his other hand returns to your ass. kneading it. parting it. just a little.
âyou like beinâ over my lap?â he murmurs. âlike sittinâ here with your bare little cunt out, suckin candy like a child?â
you nod. your face is burning. your thighs tremble.
âgood. get used to it.â
his voice dips, almost affectionate now. dangerous.
âyou want to act sweet, iâll treat you like you are.â
he pulls your lollipop from your mouth. wipes the spit with his thumb. stares at the glossy mess on your lips.
âyou want chocolate next time?â he asks.
you nod. small. helpless.
âthen you ask for it the way sweet things do.â
his hand cups your cunt. his other cradles your jaw.
âlook me in the eye and say please, mister toji.â
your voice catches.
he waits.
his thumb rubs just enough to make your knees twitch.
âgo on, baby,â he whispers, âshow your candy dealer some manners.â
you mumble something again around the candy soft, garbled, sticky-sweet. it barely makes it past your lips. like you forgot how to speak. like all you remember is the taste.
toji chuckles. doesnât need to understand. doesnât need words.
he just pets you.
hand stroking your hair. slow. slow. slow. palm dragging down to the nape of your neck and back up again. like youâre something soft he gets to keep.
âmmm,â you slur, candy stick tapping your chin, âthis oneâs⌠sâgood. âs the best one. ever. promise.â
his other hand squeezes your ass.
firm. lazy.
he presses his thumb into the dough of it like heâs testing ripeness.
âyeah?â he says. âthat right?â
you nod against his thigh, eyes glazed, lollipop still clinking against your teeth.
âmhm. the most delicious⌠ever. cherry⌠red one. better than yesterday.â
he smiles. crooked. hand still stroking your scalp.
âthatâs cause i picked it just for you.â
his fingers trail down again, brushing over your spine, finding your hip. petting. squeezing. his palm covers the curve of your ass like it was shaped to fit there.
âtold you already, baby,â he mutters, âgirls like you donât need money.â
his voice is low now. warm. not mocking. worse. kind.
âjust need a lap to melt on. someone who knows how to feed you.â
you whimper, squirming a little, face still buried in his thigh. the candy wobbles between your lips when you speak.
âd-donât wanna go home tonight.â
his thumb brushes under your ass. close. too close.
he hums, rubbing your hair again. gentle. rhythmic.
âi know, sweetheart. why would you?â
his hand cups your ass again. then squeezes harder. almost enough to sting.
you gasp a little. your thighs twitch.
âyou like sittin like this?â he murmurs. âbare. messy. stupid with sugar.â
you nod fast. desperate.
âfeels goodâŚâ
âcourse it does.â
his voice dips lower.
âyou ever sit in a grown manâs lap like this before?â
your breath catches.
ân-no.â
his hand strokes your thigh, then higher.
âmm. good.â
his palm returns to your scalp, brushing your hair back from your sticky cheek.
âyouâre just a little thing,â he says softly. âa soft little girl in a grown manâs world.â
you blink hard. the lollipopâs getting smaller. your legs are trembling. your panties are still missing and your skirtâs still up.
âdonât worry though,â he mutters, fingers trailing lazily along your skin, âyou be good for me⌠you suck your candy like this every timeâŚâ
he leans close. lips against your ear.
âand iâll make sure you never run out.â
you gasp.
âr-really?â
he smiles.
âreally.â
his thumb finds your lips. pushes the lollipop deeper again. your jaw goes slack. you suck it soft. obedient.
âgood girl,â he whispers. âthatâs all you ever gotta be.â
you close your eyes.
you donât know what time it is.
you donât care.
he pets your head again. slower now. like youâre already asleep.
the lights buzz overhead.
outside, the street is dark.
inside, you stay where you are bare, sticky, babbling held between the hands of a man who never asked for your name.
just your mouth.
just your thighs.
just your favorite flavor.
and youâll tell him again tomorrow.
geto fucks you raw while you hit your nicđŤ
youâre face down ass up on suguruâs bed, back arched deep with your cheek pressed into the pillow. his long black hair hangs loose over his shoulders, some strands sticking to his sweaty skin and brushing your back every time he leans in. those big stretched gauges in his ears catch the low light as he moves, thick black plugs swaying slightly, and his dark eyes have that half-lidded smug look while he grips your hips tight. no rubber, just his thick bare cock sliding in raw, stretching your pussy open slow and deep until heâs buried to the hilt and his heavy balls press against you.
the wet squelch is loud right away. you donât even wait a second your shaky hand grabs the raspberry raz from the sheets and you bring it straight to your lips, taking a long greedy pull while heâs still settling inside you. the sweet berry vapor floods your lungs right as he starts rolling his hips, slow heavy strokes that drag against every spot.
suguru lets out a low chuckle, voice smooth and mocking. âdamn, already? i just slid in raw and youâre already chasing that buzz like my cock isnât doing its job?â
you blow out the hazy cloud into the pillow and moan as he picks up the pace, long deep thrusts that make your pussy cream around him. every time you reach for another hit he feels it immediately your walls clamp down tight like youâre trying to pull him deeper. âthere we go,â he murmurs, long black hair falling forward as he leans closer, gauges glinting. âpussy squeezes me so much harder the second that nicotine hits. you really need both to get wet like this?â
the room fills with the mixed smell of sex and sweet berries. your juices are dripping down your thighs already, the wet sounds getting filthier with every slap of his hips. he flips you onto your back without pulling out, folds your legs up high against your chest so youâre completely spread under him. now you can see his face clear those sharp dark eyes locked on yours, strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, the stretched earrings prominent as he grinds in slow circles, cockhead bullying your cervix.
you immediately bring the vape back to your mouth again, inhaling deep while he watches. suguru shakes his head with that arrogant little smirk.
the nic buzz slams into you right as he angles his hips perfect, hitting that spot over and over until your thighs start shaking bad. you cum hard around him, moaning loud into the mouthpiece while you blow out another raspberry cloud, pussy creaming white and messy around his base. suguru groans low but keeps that same controlled rhythm, teasing the whole time.
âlook at you cumming with that thing still glued to your lips,â he says calmly, almost fascinated. âyou canât even ride it out without sucking on your toy.â
he buries himself deep and finally lets go, flooding you with thick hot ropes of cum, pumping you so full it starts leaking out around his cock right away and dripping down your ass in warm sticky trails.
he doesnât pull out. just stays buried, slowly rocking his hips to push every drop deeper, his long hair draping over your chest as he looks down at you with that smug satisfied expression. âstill clutching it even after i just filled you up. youâre actually wild for this habit.â
he starts moving again, slower and filthier now that your pussy is sloppy with his load, the squelch even louder as cum and cream mix together with every thrust. you keep the raz glued to your lips between moans, taking shaky pulls while he watches with dark amused eyes, long hair swaying and gauges catching the light.
he leans in close to your ear, voice low and mean in the hottest way. âbet that shit tastes even better now that your pussyâs dripping my cum too.â
he keeps going like that for what feels like forever, switching you onto your side for the next load, still mocking you every time you hit the raz with fresh lines, still breeding you deep until youâre a shaking dripping mess and the only thing in the room is the sound of wet sex mixed with sweet raspberry vapor.
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đđđđ đżđđđđđđđđ, đđđđ đťđžđđ đżđđđžđđ˝âđ đđđđťđşđđ˝, đđşđ đđđžđžđ đđđ đđşđđžđ˝ đđ đżđđđđ đđż đđđž đżđđ đ -đ đžđđđđ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđž đźđđđđžđ đđż đđđžđđ đťđžđ˝đđđđ. đđđž đ đşđđ đźđşđđ đş đđşđđ đ đđ đ đđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđž đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđşđ˝đđđ đđžđ đđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđđ đťđşđźđ, đđđ đđđđđđ, đđđ đđžđşđđ đşđđđ đťđđşđźđžđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đżđ đđđ đ đđđž đđž đźđđđ đ˝đâđ đđđ đ˝ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđđşđđđđ. đđđ đđđđ đşđđźđđžđ˝ đşđđđđşđđ˝đ đ, đđđž đđşđđ˝ đđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđ, đđđž đđđđžđ đ˝đđşđđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđž đźđđđđž đđż đđđ đđđ đşđđ, đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđźđ đđđđ đđđ , đđ đđ˝đđđ đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đźđđžđžđđ đđđđđ đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ˝ đđđşđ đđđžđđťđ đđđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđ đđđşđ đđđđđźđđžđ˝ đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđž đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđ đđşđđ˝. đđşđđđżđđ đ đ đđ. đ˝đđđđ đđđ đđ đş đżđşđ đźđđđđž đđđşđ đđđđ đżđđđ đđđ đđžđ đđđ đđđđđđźđđžđ˝. đđđž đđžđşđ˝ đđşđ đżđ đđđđžđ˝ đ˝đşđđ, đđžđ đđđđžđşđđ đđđşđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđđđđ˝đž đ đđđž đđ đđşđ˝ đťđžđžđ đ đžđşđđđđ đżđđ đđđ đ đđđ. đđđ đđđđđđ đđđžđđťđ đžđ˝, đťđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđźđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đżđşđźđž đđđ đżđşđźđž đđşđ đş đđžđđ. đđž đđşđ đđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđđđ. đđđşđđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđ đđžđżđ đžđźđđđđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđ đđđđžđđđž đžđ đđžâđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđ đđđ˝đž, đ đđđž đđž đđşđđžđ˝ đđđž đđđđđ đđż đđ đşđđ˝ đźđđđ đ˝đâđ đđđđ đ đđđđđđ. đđđ đťđđđđ đđžđđž đżđđđđđđžđ˝, đ đđđ đđşđđđžđ˝, đđşđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđđđ đ đđ đđđđđ. đđđžđşđ đđđđźđ đđ đđđ đđžđźđ. đđđž đđđđźđ đžđ đđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đżđ đžđđžđ˝ đşđ đđž đđđđżđđžđ˝ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđž, đđđžđđžđđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đ đđđž đş đťđđđźđ đđ đđžđşđ, đđđ đşđđ đđđşđđđđ, đđđ đđđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đđşđđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đşđ đđż đđ đźđđđ đ˝ đđđşđ đ đđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđşđ đđşđđâđ đđđžđđž. đđđ đđđđđ˝ đđđžđđž. đżđđđđžđ. đđđ đđđđđđžđ˝ đđ đťđ đđđ, đđđ đđđđžđ đđ đťđž đźđşđđđđ.
đđž đđđşđđžđ˝. đ đđ. đđđđđđđşđ . đđđ đ đđđž đş đđşđ đżđđźđđđđ đđ đžđđžđ đđžđđđđđ đđżđż, đťđđ đ đđđž đđđđžđđđđđ đđşđ đťđžđđđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđ đđż đđđ. đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đťđđđđž đşđ đđđž đžđđ˝, đşđđ˝ đđž đźđ đđđžđ˝ đđđ đžđđžđ đżđđ đş đđžđźđđđ˝, đđđđđ đđşđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđž đđđđđ˝ đđż đđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđ˝ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đźđđşđźđ, đđşđ đ đđđžđşđđ, đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđžđđđđđđđ đđ đđžđşđđž đđđž đđđ đž đşđđşđđ. đđđž đđđđ đđđžđđž đđşđ đđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđđđźđđđđ, đđ đđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđ đđźđ đđ đ đđđđžđ˝ đđđđž. đđđ đđşđ˝đâđ đđđđžđ˝. đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đžđđžđ đđžđşđ đđđž đđđđ đ đđđ đđžđđž đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđđ đş đđđđđ˝ đźđşđđž đđđ. đđđđ đđđž đđđżđđžđđ đđşđđ. đťđđ đđ đđşđ đžđđđđđ. đđž đđžđđđžđ˝ đđ. đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđđđđđžđ˝ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đ˝đđđ. đđđđ đđžđşđđ đđđđđđžđ˝. đđđ đđşđ đđ đđ đđžđşđ đđđđž đđđ đđđž đźđđ đđ đ˝đđşđđđžđ˝ đżđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž, đđđ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đ˝đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđ đżđđđ đđđ đşđđ, đđđ đđž đđźđđşđđťđ đžđ˝ đđ đđđ đ đđđ đťđđ˝đ đđđđđđđ, đťđđ đđđ đżđşđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđ đťđžđ đđžđđşđťđ đž. đđđ đđđđźđž đźđđşđźđđžđ˝. âđżđđźđ.â đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđşđ đşđđđđđđđ. đđđđ đ đžđđ đđđđ đ˝đâđ đđđđž. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đ˝đđ đđđđ đđđž đ˝đđđđżđđşđđž. đđž đđđşđđžđ˝ đźđđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđžđđž, đťđşđźđ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđ, đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ đđžđşđđđđ đ đđđž đđž đđşđ đ˝đžđťđşđđđđ đđđžđđđžđ đđ đ đđđđž đżđđ đş đđđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđžđ đż.
âđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđđđđ..â đđž đźđđđđđžđ˝, đđđđ đ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđ. âđżđđźđ. đ˝đđâđ đđžđ đ đđđđđđđ.â đđđ đđđđźđž đđđđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđđşđđđž. đđşđ. đşđđđşđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đżđđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đ ⌠đ˝đđđđđđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđ˝đâđ đđđżđđžđđžđ˝. đđž đżđđđşđ đ đ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđ đđžđşđ˝, đ đđđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđ, đźđđžđžđđ đżđ đđđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđđđđ. âđ đđşđ đ˝đđđđ. đâđ đ˝đđđđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđžđ˝, đ đđđž đđđşđ đžđđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđđđ. âđđşđ đđđđ đżđđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝. đđđđ. đđđđ đťđđđžđ˝. đ˝đđâđ đđ đđđđđđđđ đđžđđđ˝ đđđđđđ.â đđđ đđđđźđž đđđşđđ đžđ˝ đđżđż. đđž đđşđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđžđđž đ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđ. đđđ đ˝đđđđđđđžđ˝. đđđ đźđđđżđđđžđ˝. đđđ đžđđžđ đđđđđđđđžđ˝. đđđđ đđđşđđđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđźđđžđ˝. đđđ đťđđđđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđđđ đşđđşđđ đ đđđž đđž đđşđ đşđđđđ đşđ đđđ đżđđ đđžđžđđđ đđ. đşđđđđ đşđ đđđđđžđ đż. âđđâđ đđđ đ đđđž đâđ..â đđž đźđđ đđżđż. đđđž đđđđ˝đ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đźđđđž. đđđ đžđđžđ đ˝đđđđđžđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđ đđđđ đťđşđđž đ đžđđ, đđđđ đđşđđ đđđ, đđđž đđşđ đđđâđ˝ đźđđđž đđ đđžđđž đ đđđđđđ đđşđ đż-đşđđ đžđžđ đşđđ˝ đžđđ˝đžđ˝ đđ đđşđđźđđđđ đđđ đ˝đžđđđşđ˝đž đđđđđžđ đż đ đđđž đş đżđđźđđđđ đđ đđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđ. đđž đ đđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđ. đđđşđ đ đđđžđ˝. đđđ đđđžđđđžđ˝ đżđđđđşđđ˝ đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđđđ đ˝ đđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż. đđž đżđ đđđźđđžđ˝. đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđźđžđ˝ đđđ đđđđđđ đđžđđž đđđđ đ đđđşđđđđ. đđđž đđđđźđ đžđ đđ đđđžđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđđđ. đđđž đđđ đđşđ˝đâđ đ˝đđđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đđđđ. đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đž đđşđ đđđđ đ đđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ. đđž đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđđ đđ đđđ˝đž đđ đşđđđđđđž. âđ˝đđâđ đđžđ đ đđžđ,â đđž đđşđđ˝ đşđđşđđ, đťđđ đđđđ đđđđž đđđżđđžđ. đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž. âđđ đžđşđđž.â đđđ đđđđźđž đ˝đđđđđžđ˝ đđ đş đđđđđđžđ. âđđđâđđž đđđž đđđ đ đđđž đđđâđ đžđđžđ đđžđžđ đđž đ đđđž đđđđ.â đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđžđşđ đđđžđ˝ đđž đđžđşđđ đđ. đđž đđşđđâđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đđđđžđđđž đžđ đđž. đđđ đżđđ đş đźđşđđžđđş. đđđ đżđđ đş đđşđđđđžđ. đđđ đżđđ đđđđđđđ. đđđđ đđđđđžđ đż. đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đ˝âđđž đđşđ đđžđ˝ đşđđşđ. đťđđ đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ. đđđđ đđđđđž đđşđ đđđđ đ đđđđđđđ. đťđđ đđđđž đđż đđ đđşđđđžđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđđž. đđđ đđđžđ đđž đđşđ đđđđ đ đđđžđžđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ, đđşđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđžđđťđ đđđ, đťđžđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đžđđžđ đđđ đđ đ đžđşđđž. đđđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđ đ đžđşđđđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đđđđđđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđşđđ˝.
đđđ đđđžđ đđđž đđđđ đđşđđ đ, đđđđžđđżđđ , đ˝đđđđđşđđ đđşđ đđđ đđđžđ đđşđ˝ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđž đđžđşđ đ đ đźđđşđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đđ đđđž đđşđ đđşđđźđđđđ. đđđ đđđžđ đđž đ đđđđžđ˝ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đťđđđđžđ. đđžđ. đđđžđ. đżđđ đđđ. đđž đđđđżđđ đđ đđđđđ đ. đđđ đđđžđž đ˝đđşđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ, đđđ đşđđ đżđ đžđđđđ đşđđşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđ, đđđđ đ đđđžđ, đđđđ đ đđđđđźđđđđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđ đđžđşđđ đđ đťđž đđžđžđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ. đđđđ đđşđđźđđžđ đđđđ đđžđżđ đžđźđđđđ đđđđđžđşđ˝. âđđđ đşđ đđşđđ đđžđ đđđđđž đ˝đđđž?â đđđž đđđžđđđđđ đźđđđžđ đđđ đźđşđđđşđ . đđđđđ. đ đđ đ đđđž đđđđđž đźđđđ đđđ đđđ đđż đđđ đđđđđşđ. đđž đđđ˝đ đđ đđđđđ đ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ, đđđđ đđşđđ đ. âđđđžđâđđž đđđžđđđ.â đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđđ đ đđđđžđđđđ đđ đđđž đşđđ đ đđđž đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđ đ˝đ đđđđ đđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đżđ đđźđ đđ đđ đşđđşđđ. âđ đđđ đđžđşđ đđđżđ đđđ,â đđž đşđ˝đ˝đ, đđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđđž. âđđđ đđđżđ đđ đťđž đđđđđđđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đ˝đ đđđđđđâ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ đ đđđž đđđşđ.â đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ. đđđđ đ đđđđđđźđđžđ˝. đđđđ đ đşđđđđ đđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ, đđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đđđđźđ đđđđđđ, đ˝đđđđđđđ đşđđđđđžđ đťđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđđ đťđžđ đđ. âđźâđđžđđž,â đđž đđđđđđđ. âđđđ đźđ đđđž-đźđ đđđž. đđđđ⌠đđžđđž.â đđđđ đťđşđđž đđđžđžđ đđđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđşđ đđđđđ. đđđđ đđđđđ đđđžđđ đđ đđđžđşđ, đđ đşđđ đđđđžđđđđđ, đťđđ đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđžđ đş đźđđşđđźđž. đđž đ đžđşđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđđđ đ, đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđžđž đžđđžđđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđđ đżđ đđđđžđđ. đđđž đđşđ đđâđ đđđđ đ đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđđ đđ đđđž đźđžđđđžđ, đđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ. âđđžđđžđ đ đžđ đđžđ đ˝đ đđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ. âđđđđ đżđđđžđđ˝. đđđžâđ˝ đ đşđđđ. đđđž đ˝đđâđ đžđđžđ đ đđđž đđđžđ đ đđđđźđ đđđđžđ đż đđđ đđđźđ. đđşđđžđ đđžđ đżđžđžđ đ đđđž đâđ đťđđđžđ˝.â đđđ đťđđžđşđđđž. đđž đđžđşđđ đđ. âđťđđ đđđâŚâ đđđ đđđđźđž đ˝đđşđđ. âđđđ đđđ đđđđđž đđđžđđđ đżđđđđžđđ. đşđđ˝ đđđâđđž đđđđžđ. đđđ đđđđ đ˝đâđ đ đşđđđ. đđđâđ˝ đđđđ..â đđž đđşđđđžđ. đđđđşđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đťđđžđşđđ. â..đđđđ đđđť đđ đđ đđ. đđžđşđ đđ đđ. đđđđ đđđžđđ đşđđ˝ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđđ.â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđž. âđđđ đđ đđž,â đđž đ đđžđ. âđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ. đđđđđđ˝đž. đđşđđ đđž đđ. đđđşđâđ đşđ đ . đđđžđşđ.â đđž đđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđž đđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đşđđž đ˝đşđđ, đťđ đđđ đđđ˝đž. âđ˝đđâđ đťđž đđźđşđđžđ˝. đđđâđđž đđžđžđ đđđđđž, đđşđđžđâđ đđđ?â đđž đđđđđ. đťđşđđžđ đ.
âđđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđđ đżđđđđ đđđđž đđžđžđđđ đşđ đđ đ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ đđđ.â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđşđ đşđđđđđđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđđž đđđđđ đđđ. đđđđ đđđđđđ đťđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđžđşđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ. âđźâđđđ,â đđž đđđđđđđ đşđđşđđ. âđđđđ đđđđźđ. đđđżđ đ đđđž đđđ đ˝đ đđđđ đ đđ đđ đđđ. đ đđđđ đđđâđđž đđđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ. đ đđžđžđ đđđ đđđ đžđşđ đđđđ âđžđ.â đđž đđđđ đžđ đşđđşđđ. đđžđşđ đđđđ đđđđž. âđđžđžđ đđđ đ đđźđ đđđž đđşđđźđž đđżđż đşđżđđžđ đđđđđ. đđđźđ đđ đđđđđ đđżđż đđđđ đđşđđ đ. đ˝đđâđ đşđźđ đđđ đđđ.â đđđ đđđđ đđđźđ đđ đđđđđ đ. đđđ đźđđźđ đťđđťđ đşđđşđđ. âđđşđđž đđ đđđźđž đżđđ đđž, đťđşđťđ.â đđž đ˝đđđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đ˝đđđ. đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ đ đđ. đđđ đž đđđđ đ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ, đđşđđđđđ. âđđđđ đđđžđđ đđ. đđđžđ đđ đş đ đđđđ đž. đđşđđž đđ đđđđđźđ.â đđđ đđđđźđž đťđşđđžđ đ đđđ đ˝đ đđđđžđđđžđ. âđźđşđâđ đđžđşđźđ đđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đâđ đ˝đđđđ. đťđđ đđđ⌠đđđâđ˝ đ˝đ đđ đťđžđđđžđ.â đđđ đźđđžđđ đđđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđżđż đđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđ đđžđž đđđž đđđžđşđ đđ đđ˝đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đđđđđž. đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đ đđżđđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđşđđđ đđđđđđ. đđâđ đ đđđž đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đ đžđşđđžđ đđđ, đđžđđđđđ đžđđ, đđđđđžđđ˝đžđ˝ đđ đđđşđ đđđđźđ, đđđđđ˝ đşđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đđđđđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ, đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đđđžđ đđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđżđ đđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđşđ đźđşđđźđđžđ đđđž đđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đđşđđ đđđ đđđ. đđžâđ đťđđžđşđđđđđ đđžđşđđ. đđ đđ, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđźđşđđž đđđ, đ đđđž đđż đđž đđđđžđ đđđ đżđşđđ đđđâđ đ đđşđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžâđ đ đťđž đ đžđżđ đşđ đđđž đđ đđđ đđđžđžđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ đž đđđđđźđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đťđđđđđžđ đđđ đđđđ. đđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđźđđžđ. đđđ đş đ đđ. đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đşđđ đđđđżđđ, đđđž đźđđžđžđ đżđ đžđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđşđ đ, đđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđđťđ đđđ. đđđž đđđ âđ đđđđ đ đđ đđźđ đđ đđđ đđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđžđ đđ đđđ đžđşđđđ đ, đ˝đđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđž đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđđźđ đž, đđ đđđž đđđżđ đżđ đđđđžđ˝ đźđžđđđžđ. đđđ đđđ đżđ đđđźđđžđ. đđž đđđđşđđ. đđđž đ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđžđžđđ. âđđžđşđđđâŚâ đđž đžđđđşđ đžđ, đđđđźđž đđđđźđ, đťđşđđžđ đ đđđžđđž. âđđđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đđ đđ, đťđşđťđ. đżđđźđ.â đđđ đ˝đđşđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đđđđđ đđđđ, đđđ đđđžđđđđđ đđ. đđđđ đđđťđťđđđ đđđž đđđđžđ đžđ˝đđž, đđđž đđđđ đđđ đđđżđ, đđđ đđşđđ, đđđ đđđđ đ đžđ đđđ đđ đđžđşđźđ. đđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđ đđşđđ đźđşđđźđđžđ đđđž đžđ˝đđž đđż đđđž đđđ đž đťđ đşđźđźđđ˝đžđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đđđđ˝đ˝đžđđ. âđşđ đđđđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ, đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ đđđđđźđđđđ. âđźđşđđžđżđđ . đđđ đđđşđđ. đđđž đđđž đđşđ˝.â đđž đđđđđ đđđ đđžđžđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đ đđđđ đž đđşđđ˝đ⌠đźđđđž đťđđ đ˝đşđđđžđđđđ.â đđđ đşđ˝đđđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đźđđđ , đđşđ˝đ đđ đđ˝đđđ đđ đđ đđ đźđđđźđ đžđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđşđ đđđżđżđ đđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđđđźđ. đđđ đđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đđđđđđžđ, đđđžđ đ đđđđžđđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđđđ đđ đťđž đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđđž.
đşđđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđđđźđ. đđđ đđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đđđđđđžđ, đđđžđ đ đđđđžđđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđđđ đđ đťđž đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđđž. đđž đđđşđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđ đđđđž đđđđ đđđ đşđđ. đťđđđđđ đđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đşđđđşđđžđ˝. âđżđđźđ, đżđđźđ,â đđž đđşđđđ. âđđđ đżđžđžđ đđđşđ?â đđđ đđđ˝. đđđđ đžđđžđ đđđşđ đ đđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđđđđ. đđž đźđşđâđ đžđđžđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđđđžđ đż đđđ. đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đ˝đđđđ đ˝đđđ, đđđžđşđđ đđşđđ đżđşđ đ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž. âđşđđâđ đđşđ,â đđž đđđđđđžđđ đşđđşđđ, đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđ. âđđđđ đ˝đđđđ. đđđđ đ˝đđđđ, đťđşđťđ.â đťđđ đđđ đşđđ đđ đđđđđđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đ đđđž đđžâđ đźđđşđđđđ đđ, đ đđđž đđđđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđđž đđđž đđđ đ đđđđđ đđžđžđđđđ đđđ đżđđđ đżđşđ đ đđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đźđđźđ đťđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđđ. đđđşđđžđ˝. đđđž đđžđşđ˝ đđđžđşđđ đđđžđźđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đžđđžđ đđžđşđđđđ đđ. đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đźđşđđźđđžđ. đđžâđ đđđşđđđđ. âđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđđâ đđž đ đžđşđ.â đđđ đđđžđđ đş đ đđđđ đž đđşđđ˝đžđ. đđđ đđ. đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđđžđđđđđž đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđđźđ. đđđ đđđđ đđžđđ. âđđđâđđž đđ đżđđźđđđâ đđđđ˝ đşđ đđđđ,â đđž đđşđđ, đşđ đđđđ đ đşđđđđđđ, đ đđđž đđž đźđşđâđ đťđžđ đđžđđž đđđşđâđ đđşđđđžđđđđ. âđđđđđđđ đđžđđžđ đđđđźđđžđ đđž đđđžđđž. đđžđđžđ đžđđžđ đşđđđ.â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đşđđđđžđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđ đđžđ đşđđşđđ. đşđđđđđžđ đ˝đđđ đ đşđđ˝đ đđ đđđđ đżđđđžđşđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđž đđđđźđ đž đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đž đżđ đđđđžđ, đđđ đđ đđđ đ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđ. đđž đđđđşđđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ. đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđ. âđđžđžđ đđ đđđđâ. đżđđźđ. đđđ đđđ đđşđđđź đđşđđ˝đ. đťđžđ đđđâđ˝ đđşđđž đşđđđđđž đđđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđşđđ đ.â đđž đđđđżđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ˝đžđ. đđđžđđžđđđđđ. âđđđâđđž đđ đđđżđ. đżđđźđđđâ đ˝đžđ đđźđşđđž. đşđ đđşđđ đđşđđđâ đźđşđđž đđż đđđđ. đťđžđ đđđâđ˝ đťđž đđđđ˝ đşđ đđđđ đşđ đ đđđž đđđđž, đđđ?â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđđž đđđşđđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđşđ đđđ, đđđťđťđđđ đđ đđ, đ˝đđşđđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđ đđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđđ đđđť. đşđđ˝ đđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đžđđžđđ đđđđž. đđđ đđžđşđ đđđ đđđşđđ đđ đđşđđ. đđđżđ, đđđşđđ. âđđđđ đđžđžđ đđđťđťđđđ đđž, đťđşđťđ,â đđž đđđđđđžđđ, đđđđźđž đźđđşđźđđđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đđžđžđ˝ đđđđđđâ đžđ đđž. đđđđ đđđşđ. đ đđđžđşđ.â
đđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđ đđđđžđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđźđ đđđž đđđžđşđ đ˝đđđ đżđđđ đđđ đđđđđž đđ đđđž đźđđđđž đđż đđđ đşđđ. đđđ đđđđđđ đşđđž đđđşđđđđ. đđđ đđđ đžâđ đđđđđźđđđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđžâđ đźđ đđđž. đşđđ˝ đđž đđđđ đ đđşđđâđ đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đźđđźđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđđźđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđ đž đđđđ đđđđž đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ. đđđ đđđđđđ đżđ đžđ, đđđžđžđ đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđ˝đžđ đđ đđđž đđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đťđđşđźđž đżđđ đđđđž, đ đđđž đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đžđđžđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đşđťđđđ đđ đ˝đ đťđđ đđž đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđşđđđ đđ đťđşđ˝ đžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđžđđ đżđđđđžđ đđđ. đđđđ đ đđđ đđđđđ˝đž. đđđ đžđđžđ đźđ đđđž. đđđđ đđđťđťđđđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđ đđ, đđžđđđ đźđđđźđ đžđ. đđđž đđđ âđ đđđđźđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đž đđđ đđžđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđđđźđ đ đđđž đđâđ đťđžđđđđđ đżđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđ˝đ đżđđ đđ. đđđ đđşđ đđđđđđđ. đđđđ đ đžđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđ˝đž đđ đş đ đđđđ đž, đđđžđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đşđđşđđ, đđđž đđđđ đđż đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đźđşđđźđđđđ đđđž đžđ˝đđž đđż đđđşđ đđđđ đ đžđ đđđđ đžđđđđşđđźđž, đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđž đđ đđźđ đşđźđđđđ đđ đ đđđž đđđâđđž đťđđđđžđđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđ. đđž đđđşđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđđźđžđ. đ đđ. đźđđşđźđđžđ˝. âđżđđźđâŚâ đđđ đ đžđşđ đđ. đđđđźđž đđđżđ. âđđđâđ đđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ, đđđđ?â đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ đđđđżđżđžđ. đđž đ đđżđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđşđ đżđđşđ, đ đđđž đđž đđşđđđ đđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ, đđşđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđşđđ, đťđđ đđž đźđşđâđ. đđđ đđđť đđşđđ˝đžđ. đđđşđ đ đžđ, đđđđđđžđ đźđđđźđ đžđ, đđđžđ đđşđđđž đşđđ˝ đđđžđđ đş đťđđ đđđ đđ, đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđđđžđđźđ đđđž đđđđżđşđźđž. đđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđźđđžđ. âđđđđ..â đđž đđđđđžđ. âđżđđźđ. đ˝đđâđ đ˝đđâđ đđđžđđ.â đťđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đťđđťđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđđťđ. đşđđđđđžđ đżđşđ đ˝đđđ đđż đđđžđźđđ đđ đđ˝đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđž đđđđźđ đđđşđżđ, đ đžđşđđđđ đş đđžđ đđđđžđşđ đđ đđđž đđđ.
đđđ đđžđžđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđđđ đđđžđđž đđđžđ đşđđž. âđżđžđžđ đ đ đđđž đđđ đđşđđ đđž đđ,â đđđ đđđđđđžđ. âđđđđ đ đđđđ đž đđđ đž đđžđžđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđž đťđşđźđ.â đđđ đđşđ đđđđđ˝đ. đđž đđşđđ đđđđđđđ. đđ đđđ đ˝đ đđ đşđđşđđ. đđđž đđ đđ đ˝đđşđ, đżđđđđžđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđđžđđ đťđđ đđđđ đđđđž đťđşđđžđ đ đđđž đżđđđđ đźđđžđşđđž đđż đđđđ đżđđđđžđ, đđđ đžđđžđ đđşđ đżđđşđ đđ đđđž đđşđđ . đđđ đđđđ đđđ đ đżđđđđşđđ˝ đ đđđž đđž đđđ đđđđźđđžđ˝. âđşđ đżđđźđ, đťđşđťđ,â đđž đđşđđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đđžđşđđž. đ˝đđâđ đżđđźđđđâ đđžđşđđž đđ đ đđđž đđđşđ.â đđž đđşđđđ. âđđžđđđ. đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđ đżđđźđđđâ đđşđđ˝đâŚâ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđžđ đż. âđđžđ đ đđž đđđ đ đđđ đđđâđđž đťđžđžđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ,â đđđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ đđđđźđž đđđşđđ đźđşđ đ, đđđżđ. âđđđ đđşđđ đđđđžđ đđđ đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđđđđžđ đż đ đđđž đđđđ đđđžđ đđđžâđ đşđđ đžđžđ?â đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđđđđđžđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đşđđđđžđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đ˝đđşđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ. đźđđđźđ đž đđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđđ đđđđž, đ đşđđ đşđđ˝ đđ đđźđ, đ đžđđđđđ đđđž đđđđ đ đžđ đđđđ đđđđžđžđđž đşđđ˝ đżđ đđđđžđ. âđđđ đ đđđ, đđđđ?â đđž đđđđşđđ. đ˝đžđžđ. đťđđđđžđ. âđđžđşđđ,â đđž đťđđžđşđđđžđ, đşđđđşđđžđ˝. âđżđđźđđđâ đđžđşđđ.â đđđ đđđ˝. âđđžđşđ? đşđ đ đđđđđž đđđđđđ đ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđžđ? đđđâđ˝ đđşđđ đżđđ đđžđ đđ đđ đžđžđ đşđđ˝ đźđđđž đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđ đđ đżđđđđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđđ?â đđž đżđ đđđźđđžđ. đđđ đđđžđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đťđşđđžđ đ đđ, đşđđ˝ đđž đźđđđđžđ. âđşđ đşđđ, đżđđźđ, đđşđđ, đđşđđââ đťđđ đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđž. đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđ đ đşđđşđ. đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ đđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đźđ đžđđźđ đ˝đđđ đ đđđž đđđ đťđđ˝đâđ đźđđđżđđđžđ˝ đđđđđ đđşđđžđ˝ đťđđ đđđđđđ. đđž đđđđđđžđđ. đżđđ đđđž đżđđđđ đđđđž. đş đđžđşđ đđđž. đđžđ. đđđżđ. đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž. đđđ đđşđđđž. đđđđ đž. âđđđâđđž đ đžđşđđđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđđž đżđ đđđ, đđđđ,â đđđ đđđđđđžđ. âđđđ đđžđşđ đ đ đđđđđş đđžđ đ đđž đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđşđđ đđđđ?â đđž đđđşđđžđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝. đťđđ đđâđ đđđ đş đđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đđđđžđžđđž đđđđ. đđđ đżđđđžđđžđşđ˝ đ˝đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đđđ. âđđđđ đ˝đ đđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ. âđ˝đ đđđşđ?â đđđ đđžđşđđž. đđž đđđđşđđ đşđđşđđ. đş đ đđđđ đž đđđđđž đ đşđźđžđ˝ đđđđđ˝đž đđ. âđđđ đđ đđ.â đđđđ đżđđđđžđđđđ đđđžđđđžđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđ đđ. đđđđđ. âđđşđ đđ đžđşđđž.â đđž đđđžđđťđ đžđ. đđđşđ đ đđđ. đđđ đđđđźđž đđ đđđşđđđž. đťđđđđžđ. ââŚđđ đžđşđđž.â
đđđđ đżđđđđžđđđđ đđđđžđđ đđđžđđž đş đđžđźđđđ˝ đ đđđđžđ, đđ đđđđžđđđđ. đđđ đťđđ˝đâđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđžđşđźđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđźđ đşđđşđđ, đđđž đđđđđ đđžđđđđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđđđđ đđ đđžđžđ đťđşđ đşđđźđž đťđđ đźđşđâđ. đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđ đž đđđ˝đžđđđžđşđđ đđđđ đđđđźđ đżđ đđđđžđđ đđđđđ, đđđžđ đđžđ đžđşđđžđ, đ đđđž đđâđ đžđđťđşđđđşđđđžđ˝ đđ đťđž đđžđžđ đđ đđđżđ, đđ đžđşđđžđ. đđ đ đžđđ đđđ đđ. đđđ đ˝đžđžđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đđşđ đżđđşđ. đđđđ đđđž đżđđđđ đđ đđ đđđžđđ đđż đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđ đđđđđđ đđşđđ đđđşđ đđžđ˝, đđđ đđđđ đđđ, đđđž đđžđşđ đđż đđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđžđşđ đ đđđž đťđđžđşđđ đđđ đđż đđđ đ đđđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđşđ đđđđ đđđđž. đđđ đ đđđ˝. đđž đťđđžđşđđđžđ đđ đđ. đđđž đđđşđđ đđşđđ, đđžđşđ˝ đ˝đđđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđ đđžđşđđ đđ đđđ đ˝ đđ đşđđđđđđž. đđđ đťđđ˝đ đťđđđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđž đđşđ đđž đżđđ đ˝đ đđ đđ đđđđđžđ đż đžđđžđđ đđđźđ đđż đđđ đđđđźđ đž đđđ đ đđđ đđđđđđžđ đşđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đžđşđđžđ đđ đđđđ đş đ đđđđ đž đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđđ đżđđđźđđđ. đđđ đźđđđžđ . đđđđ⌠đđ đđ˝đđđ. đđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđžđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđžđđ. đđđž đđđ đđžđ đđ. đđ đ˝đđžđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđđ đž đđ đđđşđźđđđźđşđ đ đ đđđźđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđ, đ đđđž đđ đđşđ đđžđđžđ đđžđşđđ đđ đťđž đ đžđżđ đşđ đđđž. đđđ đźđđźđ đ˝đđđđ đşđđşđđ. đşđđđđđžđ đ đđđ, đđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđşđđđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđ, đźđđ đ đžđźđđđđ đđđđ đş đđđđźđđ đđđ˝đ˝đ đž đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đťđžđ đ đ. đđž đđđşđ đ đđđ đđđđžđđđđđ. đđđşđđž, đđşđđťđž. đđđđ˝đž. đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđđ˝ đđžđđđ đžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đ đđđžđ đťđşđźđ, đđđžđşđ˝đđđđ đđđ. đđž đżđ đđđźđđžđ đşđ đđđž đźđđđđşđźđ đťđđ đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđ đ đşđđşđ. đđđ đđđđźđž đđ đťđşđđžđ đ đđđžđđž. ââŚđżđđźđ.â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đşđđđđžđ. đđđđ đťđđžđşđđđž đđđżđđ đ, đđđđ đ đđđ đźđ đđđž đđ đđđ đđđđđž. đđž đđđđžđ đşđđşđđ. âđżđžđžđ đ đđžđđđ˝,â đđž đđđđđžđđ, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đ đşđđđ đđ đđżđż. âđđđ đžđđžđ đşđ đ đđđž đđşđ đđ. đđđđ đđđž đđđ đđż đđđđ đżđđźđđđâââ đđđ đđđđ đđžđđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđđđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđ đđđđđ đ. đđđ đ˝đžđžđ. đđđđ đş đđđ˝đđž đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđđżđ đđđđžđ đžđ˝đđž. đđž đđđđşđđ. đđđđ đđđž đ˝đđżđżđžđđžđđ. đđđđźđđžđ.
đđđ đđşđđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđž đđđ. đđđ đşđđ đđđđđžđ đťđşđźđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ. đđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđşđ đżđđşđ. đđđ đđđ đđđđđđžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đ đđđ đđđđžđ˝đđşđđžđ đ, đşđ đđż đđâđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđ đ˝ đđđ đđ. đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđđđđđžđđ. âđđđ˝,â đđž đđđđđđžđđ. âđđđşđ đđđž đżđđźđ đşđđž đđđ đ˝đđđâ đđ đđž.â đđđ đđđžđđ đđ đşđđşđđ. đşđ đ đđđž đđşđ đđđđ đđđđž. đđđđ đđđž đżđđđđžđ. đđ đđ. đđđđđ đđđž đťđşđđž đđż đđ đ˝đđđşđđđžđşđđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđž đđđđđđžđđ. đđđ đ đđđž đş đđđđž. đđđ đđžđđżđđđđşđđđđž. đş đđžđşđ đđđž. đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đđđžđđťđ đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đž đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đđ đđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđźđđ đž, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđ đ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đżđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đžđđžđ đđđ˝đžđđđđşđđ˝. đđđ đđđđźđž đźđđşđźđđ. âđťđşđťđ.â đđđ đđşđđđž. đđđ đđđ đž đđđđđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđđđ đđ đźđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đđđđ.â đđž đđşđđ đđ đżđşđđ, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđźđşđđžđ˝ đđż đđđ đžđđźđž đđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đşđđž đżđ đşđ đđ đđđž đżđ đđđ, đşđđđ đđđđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđşđ˝ đđžâđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ, đđđžđđžđđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđâđ đđđşđ đđžâđ đťđžđžđ đđşđđđđđ đżđđ đđđđźđž đđđž đżđđđđ đđđđž đđđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đşđđ˝ đ đžđżđ đđđđ đđžđđżđđđž đđ đđđžđđ đťđşđđđđđđ. đđđ đźđđđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđ đđđ đ. đđđ đđđđđ đżđşđ đ đ đđđžđ. đđž đđđşđđ đđđđ đđşđđž. đđđđ đđđźđž. đđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđźđđžđ˝. đđđ đđđđ đđđžđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đşđđşđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđž đđđ đđđžđşđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđž đđđđđ đ˝đâđ đťđž đ đžđđđđđ đđđ đ˝đ đđđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đâđ đťđž đ˝đđđđ đđ. đđđâđđž đđđ đđđ. đđžâđ đđşđđđđžđ˝. đđ đ˝đžđ. đđđđ đżđđđžđđ˝âđ đđđđťđşđđ˝. đťđđ đđžâđ đđđžđžđ đđđ đđ đđđž đżđ đđđ đ đđđž đş đ˝đđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđ. đđđžđşđđđđ. đđđđđźđđđđ. đťđžđđđđđ. đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđžđđđ đđşđđđźđđđžđ˝ đđşđđ˝ đđ đťđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đşđđ. đđž đđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝, đźđđžđžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđđ, đđđ đžđđžđ đđşđ đż-đźđ đđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđžđ đşđ đđđž đźđđđđžđđ. âđđđâđđž đżđđźđđđâ đđžđđżđžđźđ,â đđž đđđđđđžđđ, đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđ đđžđ đşđđşđđ. âđđžđđżđžđźđ đ đđđđ đž đđşđđ˝đ. đđžđđżđžđźđ đđđđ . đđđ˝ đâđ˝ đ đžđ đđđ đ˝đ đşđđđđđđđ.
đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđž đđđşđđ đ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđđđž. đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđşđđ đđ đşđźđđž đżđđđ đđđžđžđ đđđ. đđđž đđşđ đđž đđžđžđđ đđđđđ˝đđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđžđşđđ, đđđžđđťđ đđđ, đđđžđşđđđđ đ đđđž đş đ˝đđđđ đđđđđž đđ đđžđşđ đđşđđžđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ đťđđđ đđ đđđ˝đžđđđžđşđđ đđđ, đťđđ đđđâđđž đđđ đżđşđ đđđđž đđ đźđşđđž. đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđžđđ đđđđ đđđ , đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đťđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđ đž đđ đđđ đđđđđźđđđđ đđđ đž, đşđđ˝ đđđ đźđđźđ⌠đżđđźđ, đđđ đźđđźđâđ đťđžđžđ đ đžđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđ đž đđđđž. đđđđźđ, đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ, đđđ đđşđđ˝ đżđđđşđ đ đ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đđđ, đđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđžđžđ˝đ, đđđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđđđž đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đťđđđđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ đđđđđđž đđ đşđđđđđđž. đđđ đđđ đđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đ đžđ đđđđ đđđžđžđ đđşđđ đđđ˝đž. đđđž đđžđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđ đđđźđđ đđ đđ đđđ đđđ, đťđđđźđđžđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đ˝đđâđ đťđđđđžđ đşđ˝đđđđđđđ đđ đđđâđđž đťđşđđž đđđ˝đžđđđžđşđđ đşđđđđşđ. đđ đđşđđđđžđ. đđşđ˝đâđ đđđđ đşđđ đđđđźđž đđđž đđđđđžđ, đđđđźđž đđđđđđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđ đđđž đđż đđžđ đđđđ đđ đžđžđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đ˝ đđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđđđđžđ đż đşđ đđđđž. đđđ đđđđ đđđđđâđ đđđ. đ˝đđđđđđđ. đđ đđđđžđđđđ đđđđ đżđđđ đżđđđđžđđđđ đđđ đżđđ đđđ, đđđ đđđđ đđđ. đđđ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđžđžđ đđ đžđđđđžđ đđđ˝đž đđż đđđ đđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđť đđđđ đźđ đđ. đđ đđ. đđđ đżđđđđžđđ. đđđž đđđ đżđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đđ đđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđđźđđ đžđ. đđđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđžđđđ. đđž đżđžđžđ đ đđ. đđžđşđđ đđ. đđž đđđşđđ đđđđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ đşđđşđđ, đ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđđđž. âđżđđźđ,â đđž đđđđşđđ. âđđđ đđđđźđđđâ đđđđđđžđ đż?â đđđ đđđžđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đźđđđ đ. đđđ đđđđ đđžđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđđžđ, đđđđđđđđ đđđž đđđ đđ đş đđ đđ, đ đşđđ đđđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđđžđ đđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ. âđđđ đđžđ đđżđż đđ đđđđ đđşđđđ đđđđ, đ˝đđâđ đđđ?â đđđ đđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ. đđđđ đđ đđźđ đđđđžđşđ˝đ đžđşđđ, đđşđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđ, đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đ˝đđşđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đżđđđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đđđđ đž đđđ đđđ đž đđđđđđžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđđ˝ đ đđđž đđ đđđđđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đ˝đđđđ. âđđđâđđž đđđşđđžđ˝,â đđž đđşđđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđđşđđžđ˝. đ˝đđâđ đžđđžđ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđžđž đđ. đ đźđşđ đđžđşđ đđ, đťđşđťđ.â
đđđđ đđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ. đđ đđ đźđđđźđ đžđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđşđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđ đđđđžđ đżđđđđžđ đźđđđ đ đşđđşđđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ, đđžđşđđđđ đđđşđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđşđđžđ đđđ đđđ đ. đđž đđđđşđđ đ˝đžđžđ. âđđđ˝đ˝đşđđ,â đđž đđđđťđ đžđ. âđđđâđđž đş đżđđźđđđâ đ˝đđžđşđ. đđşđđđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđđ.â đđž đđđđđđžđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđ đđđžđ đđđ. đżđđđ, đ˝đžđ đđťđžđđşđđž. âđđđ đ đđđ đđđ đťđžđžđ đđđđđđđâ đşđťđđđ đđđđ? đźđđđđâ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đżđđđđžđđđâ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đž đđđ đđđť đđđşđ đđžđđđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđ đżđđźđđđâ đťđşđźđ?â đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđžđđťđ đž. đđđž đđ đđźđ đđđđđ˝ đđż đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđžđđžđ đđđđđ. đđđâđđž đđşđđđđđ đđđ, đđđđ đđđźđđđđ đđ đđđđđđ, đđđž đđđžđđđđđž đťđđđ đ˝đđđ đżđşđđ. đđž đđđşđđ đşđđşđđ, đ˝đžđžđđžđ. âđťđžđ đđđâđđž đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđ˝đž đťđşđźđ đđđžđđž,â đđž đđđđđžđđ, đđđ đđđđźđž đťđđđđžđ đđđđ đđ đžđşđđđđž. âđđđđđ đşđ đ đđđżđżđžđ˝ đđ đżđđđ đđđđźđđđâ đđž. đşđ đ đđđşđ đđžđşđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đđđđ đżđđ đđž.â đđđ đđđžđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđ đđ đđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đž đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đđđđđ, đđđşđđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ. đđđ đđđđźđž đźđđşđźđđ. âđżđđźđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đđžđžđ đđđťđťđđâ đđ. đ˝đđâđ đđđđ. đđşđđđş đđžđşđ đđđ đżđđđđđ đżđđđđ, đťđşđťđ. đâđ đ đźđđ đđđđ đđžđşđđđâ đđđ.â đđđ đđđđđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝, đżđşđđđžđ đđđ. đđđđđđ đđđşđđđđ, đ đđ đźđşđđđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đđžđžđđ, đžđđžđđ đđşđđ đđż đđđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đťđđđđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đżđđ đđ. đđž đđžđđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđđ˝đžđ. đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đđ đđđşđđđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đźđđđđđ. đđđâđđž đťđđđ đđđđđ đđ đťđđžđşđ. đđđđ đ đžđđ đşđđž đđđžđđťđ đđđ đđđ, đđđž đťđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đşđ đ đđđž đđşđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđ đđđ đđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đđ đđ đşđ đżđđđđ, đ đşđđ đ đđđđ đž đđ đđ˝đžđ đđż đđđđ đđđşđđžđ˝, đđđđ đ đžđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđž đ˝đžđđđž đźđđđđž đđż đđđ đźđşđ đż. đđđ đđđđ đđ đđşđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ, đđđđźđ đžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđđźđ, đđşđđđ đđđżđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđ đđźđ đ˝đđşđ đđż đđđđ đ đđđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđđđ đđđđž. đđđđđ˝đđđ đđ đđ đźđđđźđ đžđ đđđđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđż đđđ đ đžđ đđđđ đž đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđşđ đ˝đžđžđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ, đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đşđđđžđđžđ˝ đđ đđ đđźđ, đđđđ đ đťđđđđžđ˝ đđđđźđđ đž-đ˝đžđžđ đđ đđđşđ đđđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđâđ đđđđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ. đđđ đđđşđ đđđżđđ đ, đđđđ đđđđđźđđđđ, đđđđ đđđđđ đ đžđşđđđđ đđžđ đđđđžđşđđ đşđ đđđ đđđž đźđđđđž đđż đđđ đ đžđ, đžđđžđđ đ˝đđşđ đđşđđđđ đđđđ đ đđđ đđđżđżđđžđ, đđžđđđžđ, đđžđžđ˝đđžđ. đđđđ đźđ đđ đđđ đđžđ đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđ đđđźđ đżđđđđşđđ˝. đđđ đđđ đž đđđ đđžđ đđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđ đđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđž đđđđđđ. đşđđźđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đťđđ˝đ đđđ đđ, đťđşđźđ đťđđđđđ đđ đđđşđđ đđđşđ đđđž đđđđźđ đžđ đđđđđ đž đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đźđđžđđ, đđđ đđđđđž đżđ đžđđđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđžđđđđđž. đđđ đşđđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đđşđđ˝đžđ. đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đťđşđźđ.
đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđşđ đžđđžđ đźđşđđźđ đđđđ đťđđžđşđđ, đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđşđťđ đđđž đťđşđźđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ, đđđđđžđđđđđž, đżđđđđžđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđž đđđđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđđžđđž đşđđ˝ đđşđđđ đđđ đđżđż đđđ. đđđ đđşđđ. đđđ đđ đđđđđ˝ đşđđşđđ. đťđđ đđž đđđ đ đ đđđ đťđşđźđ đżđşđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđşđ đş đđđđ˝. đđđđ đ˝đđşđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđž đźđşđđđžđ, đżđđđźđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đşđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđđđžđ đđđ đđđđ đđđž đżđ đđđ, đđđđđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đťđđđđđđ đđđđžđ đż đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđđđđđźđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđşđ đťđžđ. đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđşđ đžđđžđ đđđşđ. đđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđźđđžđ đđżđż đđđž đđđđđđ˝, đđđđ đťđđźđđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž, đđđđđđ đđđşđđđđ đşđ đđž đ đđźđđ đđđ đđđžđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đťđžđžđ đ˝đđđđ đđ đđşđđđž đđđşđ đđđâđ˝ đťđžđžđ đđđťđťđđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđđž đťđ đđđ˝đ đ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đđđđđđđđşđđ˝. đđžđşđ đđđž đ˝đđşđđžđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđžđ. đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đżđđźđ. đđžâđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ đđžđž đđ. đşđ đ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđž đđ đđ˝đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ, đđđž đđžđ đđžđşđ đđż đđđ đđđđđ đđđžđđđđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ, đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđž đđđđđ˝ đđžđ, đđ đđźđ, đđđđđ đđż đđđđžđđđđđ đťđžđđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđ đž. đđž đđđşđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđžđđ đđ đđđđđžđ. đ đđđ˝đžđ. đşđđ˝ đđđ đżđđžđž đđşđđ˝ đđđşđťđ đđđđ đđđ. đđđ đđđżđ. đđđ đđžđđđ đž. đđđ đđşđ đ đđ đşđđ đđđž đżđ đžđđ đđşđđ˝, đżđđđđžđđ đđđđžđžđđđđ đ đđđž đđž đđşđđđ đđ đťđđđđđž đđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đźđđđźđ đžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđđşđđ, đđđžđ đ˝đđşđđ đ đđđžđ, đżđđźđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đž đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđźđ đ˝đđđşđđđžđşđđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđđ đđđ đđ đđžđşđźđ đ˝đđđ. đđđ đđ đđđđźđ đđđ. đđž đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đş đđşđđ˝ đđđşđźđ, đđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ, đđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đžđ đźđ đđ. đđđ đźđđ đđđ. đđđđ đđđđ đđžđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđ đđ đşđđşđđ. đşđđ˝ đşđđşđđ. đđđđžđž, đżđđđ đđđđžđ. đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđźđ, đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđđ đźđđđ đđđ đđžđ đđşđđ˝đžđ, đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đđđđžđ đđ đźđđ đđž đđđđđ đđđ.
đđđ đđđđđđž đżđ đşđđđžđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đ đđźđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đźđđđźđ đžđ, đđđžđ đ˝đđşđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđ đđ đşđđşđđ đđđđ đđ đđđźđ đđ đđđž đđžđđ đđđâđđž đđşđđđđ. đđđ đźđşđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđşđđ. đđđžđ đđđťđđşđđž đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđžâđ đżđđźđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđźđ, đ đđđ˝, đđžđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđđ, đđđ đşđđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđ đđđđđđž đđ đđđđžđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđđ đđđ. đđž đđđđşđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđ đđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđ. đđđ đđşđ đ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđźđž đđđđž, đđđžđ đđđşđťđ đđ, đđđđžđžđđžđ, đ đđđž đđž đđşđđđ đđ đđžđđđşđđž đđđđ đđđđ đž đźđđžđđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ đđđđđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ đťđđžđşđđđž. đđđâđđž đźđđđžđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ, đđ đđźđ, đđđžđşđ. đđđž đđđđ đđđžđ đ đ đ đđđž đđžđ. đ đđđž đđđžđşđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđđ˝ đżđđ đđ. đşđđ˝ đđž đđđâđ đđđđ đžđşđđđđ đđđ. đđđâđ đđđđ đđđşđđđđ đ đđđž đş đđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ. đđđâđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đżđ đđđ đđđđ đş đ˝đđ đ˝đ đđ đđđ đşđđ đđđđ đž đđž đ˝đđşđđ đđđđşđđ đşđżđđžđ đđđđşđđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đ đđđž đđž đđşđ đžđđžđđ đđđđđ đđ. đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đđžđđâđ đ đžđşđđž đđđđ đđđđđ, đđđ đžđđžđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđşđť đđđž đťđşđđž đđż đđđ đźđđźđ. đđâđ đđđđ đ đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđşđ đ, đđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđžđ˝, đđđđ đ đ đžđşđđđđ đđđđ đžđşđźđ đđđđđźđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđ đđ đşđ đżđđđđ, đđđžđ đżđşđđđžđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđđđž đđ đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđđşđđ. đđž đđđşđđ đđđđ đđđ. đ đđđ˝. đđžđ. đđđđđđž đżđđźđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đ đđđž đđž đđžđžđ˝đ đđ đđ đđđ đ đđđđ. đđđâđđž đđđşđđđđ. đ đžđđ đđđžđ đđ đđđ˝đž đđđžđ đđđđ. đťđđ đđâđ đđđ đžđđđđđ. đđđ đźđđşđđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđđžđđ. đżđđđđžđđ đđđđ đ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đťđşđđž đđż đđđ đźđđźđ. đđđ đťđđ˝đâđ đđžđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđđđž đťđžđđžđşđđ đđđ, đđđž đđđđźđ đžđ đđ đđđ đşđťđ˝đđđžđ đđđđđđžđđđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđž đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđžâđ đżđđźđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đđ, đđđđ đ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđđ đž đżđđđ đđđ˝đžđđđžđşđđ, đđđž đđđđžđđžđđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđşđđ đđđžđđťđ đž đđđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ. đđđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđđđžđ.
đđž đźđşđđźđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đ đđżđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝, đžđđžđ đđşđ đż-đ đđ˝đ˝đžđ˝, đđđđđđž đ˝đđşđđđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđ đ đđ. đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđđ. đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđşđźđž. đđđ đđđđđ đđđžđđ đđđ˝đž, đđđđđđž đżđ đşđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđž đđşđđžđ đşđ đ đđż đđ đđđđ đđ đđźđ, đđđđ đđžđşđ, đđđž đżđđ đ đđžđđđ đđđđđ˝ đđż đđđđ đđđđđ đđđžđđđžđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ đ đđđž đđđ đđžđđž đđşđ˝đž đđ đđđżđżđđźđşđđž đđđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đżđ đđźđđ đđşđđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđžđđ, đđđđ đťđđđđźđđđ đđđźđž, đđđžđ đđđđźđž. đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđđ, đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđžđ đžđđžđ đđđ˝đžđ, đşđđ˝ đđž đđđđ˝đžđ đđđ. đđđ đđžđđđ đž. đđđ đđđžđžđ. đđž đđđşđđđ đťđđđđźđđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đżđşđźđž, đđđžđđđđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ, đđđđđđž đđđđđđ đżđşđđ, đđđ˝đž đ đđźđđ đżđđđ đđđđ đđđ đž đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đđđđ đ đžđ đđđť. đđđ đđđşđ. đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đżđşđ đ đ đťđşđźđ. đđđđ đşđđ đ đđżđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đđđžđ đđ đşđđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđđşđđ đđđ˝đđđ đđđ đżđđ đđžđşđ . đđđđđ˝đđđ. đťđđđđźđđđ. đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đž đđž đđđşđđ đ đđđž đş đťđžđşđđ, đđđ đżđđžđž đđşđđ˝ đđžđđžđ đ đžđşđđđđ đđđž đťđşđđž đđż đđđşđ đđđđźđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ đđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđđ˝đžđ đđđ. đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđźđ đđđđ đđđ đđđžđźđđ, đđđđ đđşđ đ đđ đđ˝đđđ đżđşđđ, đđđđđť đđđđđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđž đżđşđ đđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đťđđđđźđž đđż đđđđ đđđđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đđ đş đđžđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ. đđ đđ đđđ đťđđžđşđđ. đđžâđ đźđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ, đđđşđđđđ đđ đđşđđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ đťđđđž. đđđ đđđđđđ đđđžđđťđ đž. đđž đđ đşđđ đđđž đđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝. đđđ đđđđđ˝ đżđşđđđžđ. đđđ đ đđđ đđđźđ đşđ đđđđ đźđ đđ. đđđđ đşđđ đťđđđđźđžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž đ đđđž đđ đťđžđ đđđđ đđđžđđž. đđđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đ˝đđđđđđđ. đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđşđđž. đđž đđđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ. đđđ đťđđđđźđž đşđđşđđ. đđşđđ˝đžđ. đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđđđ˝ đđž đđşđđžđ đżđđźđđžđ˝, đ đđ, đ˝đđđđ đđđşđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ. đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđžđ, đ đžđđ đđđ˝đž đşđđ˝ đđđžđđťđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđđ˝đž đđđ đżđşđźđž đđ đđđžđ đđđ đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđ đđđ đđđž đťđđđ˝đđž đđż đđđ đđđđž, đđđžđşđđđđ đđ đđźđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đđşđđ đđđž, đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđžđđťđ đđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđž đđđ đđđđđđž đżđ đđźđđ đđđž đđđđđ đđşđ. đđžâđ đđđşđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ. đđž đźđşđâđ đđđđ. đžđđžđđ đ đđđđ đž đťđđđđźđž đđż đđđđ đźđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđşđđžđ đđđ đđđđđşđ đđđžđ đđ đş đđžđ đđ đžđđ đđđđşđ, đ˝đžđžđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđ, đđđżđżđ đžđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đ đđđž đđžâđ đşđťđđđ đđ đźđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđşđ˝ đđž đđžđžđ˝đ đđ đźđđ. đşđđ˝ đđđ đźđşđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝, đđđđźđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđžđ˝, đđđđđźđđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đťđđžđşđđ. đđžâđ đđđđđ đđđžđđž.
đđđđ đđşđ đ đđđđ đ đđđđđđžđ đđđ, đđ đđ đđđ, đ đşđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđžđžđđž đđđž đđđ đđđđđ đđž đđşđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ, đťđđ đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđđž đđđ đđđşđ đđž đđşđđđ. đđđ đđşđđđž. đđđ đđđđ đťđđźđ đđđđ đđđž đşđđ. đđđž đđđ đđđđżđđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđđ đđžđž đđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đşđđ đźđ đžđđźđđžđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đđđđźđ đđđťđťđžđ, đđđ đđđ đđđđźđ đžđ đđđ đđ đđđ đ đđ, đđđ đđđ đđđ đž đđđşđ đ đđđ đđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđžđ đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđđđđžđ đđ đđđ đđđşđżđ. đđž đđđşđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ đźđ đžđđźđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđđđđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ. đđž đđđđđ. đđž đđđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđşđđ đđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđđđžđ đżđşđđđžđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đ˝đđşđđ đđ đşđđ˝ đźđđđźđ đžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đşđđşđđ, đżđđđđžđ đđđ, đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ˝đž đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đ˝đđđđ đđ. đđđ đđđşđ. đ đđđ˝. đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ˝ đżđđđđşđđ˝, đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđđ đş đđžđ đđ đşđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđđžđđ đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđşđ đđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ. đđđ đđđđ đ đ˝đđâđ đđđđđđž. đđž đđđşđđ đşđđşđđ, đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž đđđ. đđđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđ˝đž đżđđđ đđđ đťđşđđž đđ đđ đđđ đđđ, đđđđ đđžđşđđđđ. đđđ đżđđđđžđđ, đđđżđ. đđž đđžđđđ đđđđ đđ. đđđ đđđđ. đđž đźđđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đş đđđşđđđž, đťđđđđžđ đđđđđ˝. đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđźđ. đđđž đđđ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ đđ đđđđžđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đşđ đđž đşđđźđđžđ, đđđ đđđ đž đđđşđ đ đđđđđ đđ đđđžđžđ˝đđ đ, đ đđđž đđž đźđşđâđ đđžđ đ đđđžđđž đđđž đđžđžđ˝ đđ đźđđđđđ đżđđđ đşđđđđđđž đđđ đźđđźđ, đđđ đşđđ, đđđ đđđđđđž đťđđđđžđ˝ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ. đđžâđ đđđşđđžđ˝. đđ đşđđž đđđ. đđđ đđđđđ˝ đşđđşđđ. đđ đđđžđ. đđžđđđžđ. đđž đ đđźđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ. đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđžđ, đđđžđđđđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ, đđđđđđ đđ đđžđžđ đđđ đđ đđ đşđźđž, đťđđ đđđ đ đžđşđ đťđşđźđ đđđ đđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđşđđ đżđđ đđ. đđđ đđđđđđž đżđđ đ đđđ. đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž. đđ đđđđ. đđđ đđđđ đž. đđđ đđđđđđž đđđ đźđđźđ đđđźđž. đđ đđ. đđž đđđđ˝đ˝đžđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đźđđ,â đđđ đđđđđđžđ, đżđđđşđ đ đ. đđž đđđđşđđ. đ đđđ˝. đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđťđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ. âđđđ đ˝đđâđ đđžđ đđ đźđđ đđđđđ đđđâđđž đźđ đžđşđđžđ˝ đžđđžđđ đ˝đđđ.â đđž đđđşđđ đşđđşđđ. đđđ˝đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đ˝đđžđđâđ đ đžđşđđž đđđž đđđ. đđž đżđđźđđ đđđđđžđ đż đżđşđđđžđ đđđ. đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđđžâŚ đđđ đđđđđđž đđžđđžđ đđđđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđşđ đđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đ˝đžđžđ đđ đđđđ đťđžđ đ đ, đđđşđ đđđźđ, đđ đđđđđ đđđžđđđđđž đđđşđâđ đťđžđžđ đđđđđđžđđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đđžđ đđđđđđž đđż đđđ đđđđđđž. đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđşđđž. đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ. đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđžđ đđđźđž, đđđđźđž, đđđžđ đđ đşđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đşđ đ˝đžđžđ đşđ đđđ đźđşđ, đđđ˝đđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž đ đđđž đđđâđđž đđđđđđ đđ đ˝đđđđ đđđ đđ đđ. đşđđ˝ đđž đđşđđžđ đđ.
đđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ, đđđđđđž đ đşđđđđđ, đđşđ đđđđđđđ đ đđđž đđâđ đđđ đ đşđđ đđžđşđ , đđđđşđđđđ đđ đ đđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đđđ đźđşđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđđşđđž đđđđ đźđđžđđ. đđđ đźđđ. đđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝. đđđ˝đ˝đžđ. đťđđşđđ-đđđđťđđđ. đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đżđşđ đ đ đťđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđşđđž, đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđ, đđžđ đđ đžđđ, đ đžđđ đ đđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đžđşđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđž. đđđđ đđ đđźđ đ˝đđđđ đžđđžđđđđđžđđž đ˝đđđ đđđ đđşđ, đşđźđđđđ đđđ đđžđźđ, đđđđ đđđ đźđđžđđ đđžđđđ, đđđ, đđđđźđđ. đđđđ đđđđđđ đźđ đžđđźđ đđđđđđžđ, đťđđ đđđ đđđđ đđžđđžđ đ đđđđžđđ. đđž đđžđžđđ đ đđźđđđđ. đđžđžđđ đđđźđđđđ, đđžđžđđ đźđđşđđđđ đđđž đ đşđđ đđż đđ. đđžâđ đşđ˝đ˝đđźđđžđ˝. đ˝đđđđ. đźđđđđ đžđđžđ đ đđđđž. đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđž đťđđžđşđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđşđđ đđ đđžđđ. đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđźđž, đđđžđ đşđđşđđ, đđđ đżđđđ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đźđđźđ, đđđđđđđđ đđşđđ˝, đżđşđđ, đđşđđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đťđžđžđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đťđşđźđ đżđđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđđđžđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ đ đżđđźđđ đđđž đđđ đ˝đžđžđđžđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ, đ đđđ˝ đđžđ đđđđđđđ đžđźđđđđđ đđżđż đđđž đżđ đđđ, đđđ đđđ đž đđđđžđžđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ, đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđžđşđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđ. đđž đđđşđđ. đ đđđ˝. đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž. đđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđźđđžđ. đşđđ˝ đđž đźđđđ. đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ. đđđ. đđžđ. đđžđşđđ. đđđ đźđđ đđđ đşđđđžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđđşđźđ, đđđžđ đşđđşđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđ đźđđžđđ, đđđđźđ đđđđđđ đđşđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđźđđ, đđđđđźđđđđ đ đđđžđ. đđž đđşđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đđžđđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ, đđđđđđ đđđźđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ đ đđźđđđđ. đžđđžđ đşđ đđž đđđşđđžđ. đžđđžđ đşđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝, đđđđ đ đ đžđşđđđđ, đđđđ đ đ˝đđđđđđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđđźđđ đžđ. đžđđžđ đşđ đđđž đđđ đđđşđđ đťđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đşđđ, đđđ đđđđźđ đžđ đđđđ đ đđđ đđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ. đđž đ đđźđđ đđđ đźđ đžđşđ. đđđżđ. đđ đđ. đđžđđžđđžđđ. đđđ đđđđđ đđđşđđ đđđžđ, đđđđđđž đ đşđđ đđđ, đ˝đđşđđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đ đđđž đđž đđşđđđ đđ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđđž đđşđđđž. đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đđ đđđđ đżđđđđşđđ˝. đđđžđđ. đđđşđđžđ˝. đđđşđđđđ. đşđđ˝ đđž đđđđşđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ, đđđđźđž đđđşđđđž đşđđ˝ đđđđđžđ˝. âđżđđźđ.â
đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ, đ đđđž đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ đđđžđđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđżđż đđ đđđ đ˝ đđđ đ˝đđđ đşđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đđž đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđž. đđžâđ đđşđđđđđ. đđđşđđžđ˝. đđđžđźđđžđ˝. đťđđ đđđ đźđşđ đżđžđžđ đđ đđžâđ đđđ đđşđđđđżđđžđ˝. đđđ đžđđžđ đźđ đđđž. đđž đ đđżđđ đđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đžđđđđđ đżđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđ đťđđđđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđđđđ, đđđđđđž đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ đ đđđžđ đđđž đđđžđşđ đđđžđđž đ đđđž đđžâđ đ đđźđđđđ đđşđ đ đżđđđ đđđž đđđ đđż đş đđ đşđđ. âđťđşđťđ,â đđž đťđđžđşđđđžđ, đđđđźđž đđđđźđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđźđ, âđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđşđ˝đž đđž đźđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ đ đđşđđž đđ đđžđ đżđđźđđđâ đđžđşđđ, đđđđđ?â đđđ đđđđ˝đ đşđđž đđ đđđđžđ˝. đđ đđđđžđ˝ đ đđđž đđžâđ đ˝đđđđ đđżđż đđ. đ đđđž đđđđ đźđđđ đ˝đđ˝ đđđđžđđđđđ đđ đđđ đťđ đđđ˝đđđđžđşđ. âđżđđźđ, đđđ đđşđđđž đ đđđž đđžđşđđžđ. đ đđđž đťđşđ˝ đżđđźđđđâ đ˝đžđźđđđđđđ.â đđž đđđžđđđžđ đş đđđđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ. đđđżđ. đđđžđ đş đđžđźđđđ˝ đđđž đ đşđđđ đ đđđžđ-đđđđđđžđ˝, đđđđđđž đżđ đđźđđđđ đđđ đđ đźđşđđźđ đđđşđđžđđžđâđ đ˝đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđ đđ. âđ đ˝đđâđ đžđđžđ đ˝đžđđžđđđž đđđđđ đ đđđž đđđđ.â đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ. đđđž đđđđżđ. đđđđžđđđđđ đđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đşđđđžđđđđ đđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđşđđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđđ, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđ đđđđđş đ đžđ đđđ đ đžđşđđž đžđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đ đđđž đđđ đťđžđ đđđ đđ đđđž đđžđđ đđž đđşđ˝đž. đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đşđđ, đđşđ đđ đđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđžđ˝đ. đđž đđđđđ đđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đ˝đžđźđđ˝đđđ đđđđžđđđđđ. đđđ đşđđđđđ. âđđđâđđž đđđđž đđđ. đđđ đđđđ đđđşđ, đđđđđ?â đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđđđ. đđž đđđđđ. đđđ˝đž. đđžđşđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđđđž. đđđ đđžđž đđđđ đđžđđ?â đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đđ đđđž đźđđ đđđžđşđđžđ˝ đşđźđđđđ đđđ đđđ đťđžđ đ đ, đđđž đđđđźđđ đ đđđž đđđđ đ đ˝đđđđđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđ đđ đđż đđđ đźđđźđ. âđđđ đđşđ˝đž đđđđ. đđđ đđđâ đźđ đžđşđ đđ đđ?â đđž đđđ đ˝đ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđ. đźđđđžđđžđ˝ đđ đđ. âđźâđđđ. đđđžđ đđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđşđđđş đđşđđđž đđ, đ˝đ đđđ?â đđđ đđžđđđđşđđž. đđđ đđđđźđž đđđđđ đđđşđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đťđž đş đťđđşđ đđđ. đđđ đđ đşđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđ đşđđ đ đđđž đş đťđđ đđđđ . đđđ đđşđ˝đž đđž đ đžđşđ đ đđđž đş đđđđđž. đđđ đđ.â đđđ đđđđđť đźđşđđźđđžđ đđđđ đđşđ, đ˝đđşđđ đđ đ˝đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đ đđđ đżđşđ đ đđđžđ. âđđđşđâđ đđ. đđđžđđđ đżđđźđđđâ đđđđđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ. âđđđžđ đđđâđ˝ đťđž đđđđ˝. đđđžđ đđđ đđžđđž đ˝đđđâ đđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đ˝đşđ˝đ˝đâđ đđžđđ.â đđđ đđşđđđž đđ. đđşđ đđ. đđđđźđ. đťđđđđžđ đđžđşđ đđ đđ˝đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ đđđđ đž đđž đđşđđźđđžđ, đđđđşđđđđ đşđđşđđ đşđ đđđđ đ đđđ đźđ đđđž đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđđ˝ đđđźđ. âđżđđźđđđ đđžđşđ,â đđž đđ đđđ, đđđđ đđđđđźđđđđ. âđđđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đđşđđž đşđ đ đđż đđ. đźđ đžđşđ đđž đđ đ đđđž đş đđđđ˝ đđđđ .â đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ đđđžđđž. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđ˝đ˝đžđđ đ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đşđđşđđ, đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđ đđźđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ.
đđž đđđđşđđ đşđ đđđ đđžđ đđđ đđđđ đ đşđđž, đđđ đđđđ đ đžđ, đđđđ đđđđđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđşđ đđž đđşđ đđ. âđđđ đđđđ đ đđşđđ đđđđž?â đđž đđđđđđžđđ, đşđ đđđđ đđđžđžđ. âđđđđ đ đşđ đ đđžđđđ đşđżđđžđ đşđ đ đđđşđ? đżđđźđđđâ đźđđźđ đđđđđđ đťđşđťđ.â đđž đđ đđ˝đžđ đđđž đżđđđđžđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđđ, đđđžđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđž. âđâđđđşđ đđđşđ đđđ đđşđđ? đđşđđ đ˝đşđ˝đ˝đ đđ đżđđźđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž đ đđđž đđđ đđđđđđđşđ? đđşđđ đđž đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ đđđđ đž đđ đşđđ đđđđ đ đđđđđźđđžđ đżđđđ đđđž đ˝đđ đ˝đ đđđ đđşđ˝đž đđž đźđđđđž đđ?â đđđ đđđşđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ. đđž đ đşđđđđ. âđđžđđđ. đđđâđđž đđđźđ.â đđđžđ đđž đ đžđşđđ đđ đźđ đđđž. đđ đźđ đđđž đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đżđđđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đźđđđ đđđđ đđşđ đđđđđ. âđťđđ đđđžđđ đđđşđ, đđđđđźđžđđ?â đđž đ đđźđđ đş đđđđđđž đđ đđđž đđđ˝đž đđż đđđđ đđđđđşđ. âđđ đşđ đ.â đđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ, đđžđžđđ đđđşđđđđ đđđž đđđ đđž đđđžđđž đ đđđž đđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đđđ đđđźđ đđđâđ đ đ đžđ đđđ đťđđđž đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đźđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đźđđźđâđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđşđđ˝ đşđđşđđ đđđ đđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđźđ, đđđžđşđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđ đđžđđ đżđđđ đžđşđđ đđžđ. âđđđđ đ đżđđźđđđâ đđşđđ˝,â đđž đđđđđ đ. âđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đ˝đ đđ đđž.â đđž đđđşđťđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝, đđ đşđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ˝đđźđ. âđżđžđžđ đđđşđ? đâđđđşđ đđşđđđžđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđžđđđ đ đđ â đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đş đđşđ.â đđđ đđđ đđ đđşđ đđđđžđđđđđ, đťđđ đđž đđđđđđžđ đđđ. đ đđđžđđşđ đ đ đđđ đđđđ-đđ đđźđ đđđđđť đđđđđžđ đđđđ đ đđđ đźđ đđđžđ˝ đ đđđž đđđâđđž đđđ đ˝đđđť đđ đđşđ đ. âđđ đđđđđđđđ. đđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđžđžđ˝ đťđđşđđđ.â
đđđ đžđđžđ đşđđž đđ đşđđžđ˝ đđđ, đđđżđđźđđđžđ˝, đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđžđşđđ đđž đđđâđ đşđ˝đđđ đđ. âđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đžđđžđ đđşđ˝đž đđž đżđžđžđ đ đđđž đđđđ? đđđž đ˝đđâđ đžđđžđ đ đđđ đşđ đđ đźđđźđ đđđ đžđđ đđâđ đđ đđžđ đ đđž đđ đźđđđžđ đđ đđ.â đđž đ đşđđđđ. đ đđđ˝. đđđ đ. đđđžđ đđđđżđđ đđđ đđžđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đźđđđ. âđťđđ đđđ? đđđ đźđşđđž đđ đđžđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đťđşđđž, đđđžđ đ đđâ đđđžđžđ, đđđđđđâ đđ đđ đżđđźđđđâ đżđşđźđž đ đđđž đđâđ đş đđđđđđž.â đđđ đđđđđđžđ. âđ˝đđâđ đşđźđ đđđ đđđ,â đđž đđđźđđ. âđđđ đđđđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđ đđđđđ. đżđđźđđđâ đ˝đđđđđžđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđ đźđđđ. đ đđđđđ đ˝ đťđđđđ đž đđđşđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ đđ đ đđđž đźđđ đđđđž.â đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đ đžđ đđđ đđđđž. đ˝đđžđđâđ đžđđžđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đşđ đżđđđđ. đđđđ đđđşđđ đđđžđđž đđ đđđž đżđ đđđ, đżđşđźđž đđžđ đđđđ đđđž đđžđđ đđđ đđşđ˝đž, đđđđđđ đđđđđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đżđşđ đťđşđđž đđż đđđž đ˝đđ đ˝đ đđđđ đ đđđđżđżđžđ˝ đđđđđ˝đž đđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđđâđ đđđżđđžđđžđ˝. đđż đşđđđđđđđ, đđâđ đşđđđđđžđ. đđžđ˝đ˝đžđ. đđđđ đ đžđ đđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđđž đđđşđ đ đđđ đđđ. đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đđđşđđ đđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đ đđđž đđđžđâđđž đđžđđđđđđđđ đđđž đşđżđđžđđđşđđ. đđđđ đđđžđ đđđđđđ. đđđđ đđžđ đ đđđ. đđđž đđ đđ đ đžđşđ đđż đźđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đ đžđ. đđđž đđđđđž đđż đđđ đđđđ đ đđ đđźđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝. đđž đđđđđ. đđ đđ. đđžđşđ. âđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đ˝đđ˝,â đđž đđđđđžđđ, đđđđźđž đ˝đşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđ đżđđ đđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđđđđžđ˝ đđž.â đđđ đťđ đđđ đşđ đđđ, đ˝đşđđžđ˝.
đđž đ đđźđđ đđđ đ đđđ đ˝đđşđđ đđđž đťđşđźđ đđż đđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđđđ đđđžđđž đđđđ đđ đđźđ đđđđ đ đđđđđžđ. đđž đđđžđşđđ đđ đşđźđđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž đ đđđž đđ đťđžđ đđđđ đđđžđđž. đđđžđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđ đđžđžđ đ, đđđđ đđđđżđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđđžđđđđđž đđđđ đ đťđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đşđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđđžđ đđ đđđž đđđ. đđđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đđ đđşđđđđđ. đđ đđžđđđđşđđđđ. đđđž đđđđ đđ đ đđđ˝. đđđşđđžđ đžđđ. đđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđđž đżđ đđđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đżđşđđ, đđđđ đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđđžđžđ, đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đžđ˝đđž đđż đđđž đđđđđđđđşđđ˝, đđđžđşđ đźđđđ đđđ đżđşđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđşđđžđ˝ đżđđťđžđđ. đđž đžđđđşđ đžđ đđđđ đđžđ đđžđż. âđđ,â đđž đđđđşđđ, đđžđşđ˝ đđđ đđžđ˝ đťđşđźđ. âđżđđźđ. đđđşđâđ đťđžđđđžđ.â đđđđ đťđđžđşđđ đźđşđđźđđžđ. đđž đ đđđđ đşđ đđđ đ˝đžđşđ˝ đđ đđđž đžđđž. đđđđđđđđ. đżđžđđşđ . âđ˝đđâđ đđđđđ, đťđşđťđ,â đđž đđđđđđđ. âđđđâđ đ đźđ đžđşđ đđ đ đşđđžđ. đđđđđ đđ đđşđđđđžđ, đâđ đ đ đžđ đđđ đđđźđ.â đđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđđđ, đđşđđťđž đđ đđşđ đđđđžđđđđđ, đđşđđťđž đđ đđđşđ, đđşđđťđž đđ đđđđđžđđ. đťđđ đđđ đđžđđžđ đđžđ đđđž đźđđşđđźđž. đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đđđđ đđđž đ˝đđşđđžđ. đđđ đ đ đđđ đş đźđđşđđ. đđđđ. đđđ đ˝. đ˝đşđđđđ. đżđşđđđ đđşđ. đđđđđđđâđ đđžđźđđ đşđźđž. đđđđ đđžđşđđ đđđđđ. đđž đ˝đşđđđ đžđ đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ, đđşđđźđđđđ đđđž đ đđđđ đźđşđđźđ đđ đđđž đ đđđđ đž đźđđşđđ đđ đđđž đźđžđđđžđ. đđđ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđ đđđž đđđđž đđ đđđžđ đđđž đđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ. đđđ đ˝ đđđ đđ đđžđ đ đđđđđđžđ đż đđ đşđđđđđđđ. đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđ đđžđ đđđžđžđ đđđđ . đđž đđđđ đžđ. âđđđž đđđđž đđđđ đđđž đđđđđ đđđ đđ đžđđ đđđžđ,â đđž đđşđđ đđđżđđ đ. âđđžđđžđđťđžđ?â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđđžđşđ. đđđđ đđđđđşđâđ đđđđđ. đđž đđžđđ đđ. đđđşđ đđ đđđžđ. đşđđ˝ đźđ đşđđđ đđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđžđźđ. đđđž đźđ đđźđ đžđźđđđžđ đ đđđž đş đđđđ.
đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đ đđđđžđ. đđđđđ đşđ đđđž đťđşđđž đđż đđđđ đđđđđşđ. đđđ đđđđđťđ đđđžđđ đ đđđđđ đ đđđđ đđđž đđđ đ đđ đđđžđđž, đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđž đżđ đđđđžđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đťđđđđđđžđ˝ đđžđđşđ . đđđžđ đđž đđđ đ đ. đđđ đđđđđ. đťđđ đžđđđđđ. đžđđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđđ. đžđđđđđ đđ đđđ đ đđđđ đźđđđ đđ đ đđđž đđđâđđž đđżđżđžđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ. âđđžđşđ,â đđž đťđđžđşđđđžđ. âđđđşđâđ đťđžđđđžđ. đ đđđđ đťđžđđđžđ đđ đđđ đşđđđđşđ. đđđ đ đđđž đđđž đžđđžđ đ đžđ đđž đźđđđđž đđžđ đđđđ đđ.â đđđ đ˝đđâđ đ˝đşđđž đđđđž. đđž đđđşđđžđ đşđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđâđđž đđđžđ. đ đđđž đđžâđ đťđžđžđ đđşđđđđđ đżđđ đđđđ đđđđžđđ đđđđźđž đđđž đżđđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đžđ˝ đđđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđđžđ đđđž đ˝đđđđžđ đđşđťđ đž. đđž đđđşđťđ đđđđ đđşđ. âđđđžđ.â đđđ đ˝đ. đđž đđđđđ. đđđđźđ. đđ đđ. đđ đ đşđđ˝đ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđž đşđđ˝ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đťđđđđđ đ đđ. đđž đđşđđźđđžđ đđ. đđşđđźđđžđ đđđ. đđđđđť đđđžđşđđđđ đđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đ đđđž đđ đđđ. âđđđđ˝ đđđđ ,â đđž đđşđđ. âđđđđ đđđ đ đ đđđž đđđ. đđđđžđ. đđžđ. đđđ đ˝đđđť đđ đżđ đđđźđ đđđžđ đş đđşđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđđşđ đ đđ. đđž đđđşđđ. đ˝đžđžđ. đżđđ đđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđžđđżđžđźđ. đâđđđ đđđž đźđşđâđ đđžđžđ đđ. đđđžâđ đđđ đđđđđ˝ đđ đ đžđ đđž đ˝đ đđđđ. đđđ đżđđźđđđâ đźđđđđ đđđžđ˝. đťđđ đđđâŚâ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đşđđşđđ. đżđđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đ đđđđđźđđđđ. âđđđâđđž đş đ đđ đđđ đž đđ đđ. đđđâđ đ đ đžđ đđž đ˝đ đşđđđđđđđ.â đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ. đđž đđđđđđžđ đđ đđđźđž. đđşđđ˝. âđđđ đđşđđđş đđđşđđ đđž, đťđşđťđ?â đđž đźđđđđđ. âđđđşđđ đđž đżđđ đ đžđđđđâ đđđ đđžđž đđđşđ đş đđžđşđ đđşđ đ đđđđ đ đđđž đđđžđ đđž đťđđžđşđđ?â
đđž đđđžđđ đżđđđđşđđ˝. đđ đşđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ. đđđžđ đđđşđťđ đđđđ đđşđđ. âđđđžđ đđđžđ đđđ˝đž đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đżđđźđ đđ.â đđž đżđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ đđđđđđžđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđžđ đđ đşđđşđđ, đđđđđ đđ đşđźđ, đ đđđ đđ đđđđžđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđžđđžđ đđž đđđđ đđđžđşđđžđ˝ đşđźđđđđ đđđžđ. đđž đđđđşđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđşđđžđżđđ đżđđ đđđž đđđ đžđđźđž, đźđđźđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđđ đđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđž đťđžđżđđđž đđžâđ đžđđžđ đşđ đ đđđž đđşđ đđ. đđđ đş đđđđ˝. đđđ đş đđşđđđđđ. đđž đđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ, đđđđ đđžđđđđđ đżđđđđşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđđđ˝ đđż đđžđđđđđ đđđşđâđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đ˝đ đđđđ đđ đžđşđđđđž đşđđ˝ đžđđžđđđđđđđ đđ đ˝đ đđđđ đźđđđđđđ . âđđđ, đđžđşđ,â đđž đđđđđžđđ. âđđđđ đđđşđ đ đđžđžđ˝. đđđ đđžđ đ đžđźđđđđžđ. đđđ đđžđ đťđđ đ đđđđ. đđđđ đđđđ.â đđž đđđźđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ đ đđđž đđâđ đş đđđžđđşđđ đđžđđđđđ. đđ đđ đşđ đżđđđđ, đđđžđ đđžđşđ. đ˝đžđžđ đđđđđđžđ, đđđđđđżđđ đşđżđđžđ đđđđđđżđđ , đđđđđ đđđ đťđşđ đ đ đşđđž đđ đşđđđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđđşđâđ đźđ đžđđźđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđşđđđ đ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đżđşđ đźđđđđž đđż đđđ. đđđ đđşđ đđđźđž. đşđđşđđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ. đ˝đđžđđâđ đžđşđđž đđ. đđžâđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đ đžđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđđ đđż đđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đťđđđ đ˝đđđ đş đđđđđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đżđđźđ đđđž đđđđ˝đ đâđ đđđ đđşđđđ đđđ đđż đđđ đđđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđđ. đđđđ đžđđžđ đđşđđžđ. đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđźđđşđđťđ đž đşđ đđđ đđđđđđ, đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđžđşđ˝đ đđđđđđžđ đż. đđ đđđ đ˝ đđ đđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđ đž đđž đťđđđđşđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđşđ đ đđđž đđ đđşđ đđşđ˝đž đżđđ đđđ. âđđ đđđđ˝, đťđşđťđ,â đđž đđşđđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđşđ˝đž đđ đťđž đđđžđ˝. đ đđđ đşđ đđđ. đşđ đ đđžđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ˝đ. đşđ đđşđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđžđđž đş đ˝đđđđ đ đđđđ đž đđžđđ đşđźđžđđžđđ.â
đđž đđđ đ đ đđđ đđđđ đş đđžđ đđđ. đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đżđđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđ đđđđ đ đđđ. đđđđ đźđđžđđ đđžđşđđžđ. đđž đđ đşđđ đđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđž đźđđžđžđ. âđđ đđđž đťđžđ˝." đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đđđđžđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđ đťđđşđđ đ˝đđžđ. đđđžđžđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđşđđđđžđđ, đşđđđ đđđžđđťđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđşđđ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đđđ đ đđđ đđžđ đđđ đ đđđ. đđđž đđđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđđâđ đđźđžđđ đđđđ đ đźđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđž đźđşđđžđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đžđđžđ đđžđ đđ đđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đşđđ đşđđşđđ. âđđşđ. đđžđžđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž đđ đđ. đťđđžđşđđđž đđžđ đđ đđđđ đž đ đťđđžđşđ đđđ đđ.â đđđ đđşđđ. đđž đźđ đđđťđ đđđđ đđđž đťđžđ˝ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđžđžđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đđđžđžđđ, đđđž đđşđđđđžđđ đđđđżđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđžđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ, đđđđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđ đđđžđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđşđđđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđž đđşđđ˝ đżđđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđťđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ, đ˝đđşđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđ đđźđ đđđşđâđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đ˝đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ. đđž đ đžđşđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ, đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đžđşđ. âđđđž đ˝đđâđ đ đžđ đđž đżđđźđ đđžđ đđžđđž. đđşđđ đđâđ đđşđźđđžđ˝. đđđ đťđžđ˝, đđđž đźđşđ đ đ đđ.â đđž đ đşđđđđ, đťđđžđşđđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđžđźđ. âđđđ đşđđđđđđž.â đđž đđđđđđđ đđ. đđşđđ˝. đ˝đžđžđ. đđ đđşđđđđđ. đđđđ đźđđźđ, đđşđ đşđđ˝ đżđđ đ , đđđđźđđđđ đđđž đşđđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đ đđđđ đşđ đđž đťđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đťđđđđşđ đđđđđđž. đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đ đđđźđđžđ. đđđđ đźđđ đđđżđżđ đžđ˝ đťđ đđđž đđđ đ đđ. đđž đđđ đ đ đđđđ đđşđđ đşđđşđđ. âđđ đđ. đđ đđđ˝đđđ. đ đđşđđ đđžđ đđđ đ đđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđž đđđđž đâđ đ˝đđđž. đ đđşđđ đđžđ đđ đđđžđ đ đđ đđđžđ đđđž đđđ đ đ đđđžđ đđ đđžđ đđ đžđžđ.â đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ đş đđđđđđ đđđşđ đżđžđžđ đ đđşđđžđżđđ . đđđ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđşđđ˝ đžđđžđđđđđđđ đžđ đđž. đđđđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđżđž. đđđđşđđ˝ đđđđđžđ đż. đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đđžđşđđ đđż đđžđđžđđđđžđđ đťđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđđ đ˝. đđđ đđđđđđđ đşđđž đđđźđđđđ, đźđđźđ đđ đşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđ đž đşđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đşđđşđđ đđđđ đž đđđž đđžđźđđ đşđźđž đđđđđđžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđđşđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đťđđđđźđž đđż đđđđ đđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đťđžđ˝. đđđ đźđşđâđ đťđđžđşđđđž. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đđşđđ đđ. âđđđž đđđžđ˝ đđ đťđž đđđżđ đ đđđž đđđ,â đđž đđđđđđ. âđđđ đđđž đđđđ đđžđ đ đ đđž đđ đđ đžđžđ đđ đđđž đźđđđźđ. đťđđ đđđâŚâ đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đşđđđđđ˝. đđđşđťđ đđđđ đđđ. đđ đşđđ đđ. đđđşđťđ đşđđşđđ. âđđđ đđşđđž đđ đđđđđ đđ.â
đđž đđ đđđ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ, đđđđđ đđđžđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđžđžđđ. âđťđđđž đđž đşđđ˝ đâđ đ đđ đşđ đđđ,â đđž đđşđđ đđđžđžđđ đ. âđđđ đđđźđ.â đđđ đ˝đ. đ˝đđđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđđđ đž đđž đđđđđ˝đ đđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đżđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđşđđđđđ đđžđđđđđđđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ đžđđžđ đđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đ đžđşđđžđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđđđşđđ˝. đđđžđđ đđ. đđđ đđžđşđ đđđž đđđđđ˝ đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đżđžđžđ đđ. đş đđđżđ đżđ đđđđžđ. đżđşđťđđđź. đżđşđđđ đđşđ. đ đşđźđž. đđž đđđđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđ đżđđđđ đđż đđđđ đżđşđźđž. âđđžđźđđđđđđž đđđđ?â đđđ đ đđđ đ˝đđđ. đđđđđđđ đťđ đđđđ, đđžđşđđ đžđđžđ đđđ đđžđž đđ. đş đťđđş. đđđżđ đđđđ. đ đşđźđž-đđđđđđžđ˝. đđžđ đżđşđđđđđđž đđđž. đđž đťđşđ đ đ đđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. âđťđđđž đ˝đđđ,â đđž đđđşđđ đ. âđ đžđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđđđđ đżđžđžđ đđđşđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđžđ˝ đđ đđžđşđ.â đđđ đđđť. đđđşđ. đźđ đžđđźđ. đđž đżđžđžđ đ đđ. đđđž đđşđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ. âđđđđ, đđđşđâđ đđ. đđđžđ đđđ đđžđđž đş đđşđđđ đ đđ đđđđđ. đđđ đ đđđž đđđđ. đťđžđđâ đżđđźđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđžđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ, đđžđ đđžđźđđ đşđźđž đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđžđźđ, đđžđ đđźđžđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđđž đđđžđžđđ.â đđž đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đđ đđ˝đž đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđ, đżđđđ˝ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đđđť đđ đżđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđđ đđşđđž đđđđđđžđ đż. âđđ đđ. đźđđ đđ đđžđ đťđžđ˝.â đđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đ˝ đđ. đđđ đźđşđâđ. đđđ đźđđ đ đđđž đş đđđđ đđđđđžđđđžđ˝. đżđđ đ -đťđđ˝đ đđđşđđž, đđđđđđ đđđşđđđđ, đđđđđđž đşđđşđđđđ đ đşđźđž, đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đ đđđ đđşđđ đđđž đżđşđťđđđź. đđđ đźđđ đđđđ đđžđ đťđđş đđđđ đž đđž đżđđźđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ, đđ đşđđđđđ đđđđ đźđ đđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđđ đđđž đđžđźđđ đşđźđž đđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđžđ. đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđ đđ đ˝đđđ. âđđđ đđđđđ đđđžâđ đđđđđş đđşđđž đđž đťđşđźđ đşđżđđžđ đđđđ?â đđž đđşđđđ. âđđđ? đşđżđđžđ đ đđđđżđż đđđđ đżđđ đđđ đ đđ đđđđđ đđđđ đş đđžđžđâđ đđđđđ đđż đźđđ?â đđđ đđđť đşđđşđđ. đđž đ đşđđđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đđşđđđžđ. đ đđđ đđđşđ đ đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝.â
đđž đđđ đ đ đđđ. đđđ đžđđđžđźđ đş đťđđžđşđ. đđđđđžđşđ˝ đđž đżđ đđđ đđđ. đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđđ đ đđ. đşđđ˝ đđž đđ đşđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž. đđž đđđđđžđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đťđžđ˝ đ đđđž đđžâđ đżđđđđđđžđ˝ đ đđđž đđžâđ đ˝đđđž đđđžđźđđđđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ, đ˝đđđž đťđđžđžđ˝đđđ đđđ đđ đđžđ đđđžđžđđ, đ˝đđđž đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đżđđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđđžđ˝ đđđđđđđ đťđđ đđžâđ đđđ. đđđ đžđđžđ đźđ đđđž. đđđâđđž đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđ, đđđđđźđđđđ, đđđđ đ đžđđ đđđđžđşđ˝ đđđ˝đž đşđđ˝ đđđđ đ đ đžđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đ˝đđđžđ, đşđđ˝ đđžâđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đźđ đđđťđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđđđđžđđ, đđđž đđđđźđ đžđ đđ đđđ đşđđđ đżđ đžđđđđ đşđ đđž đđ đşđđđ đş đđđžđž đđđđđ đđžđđ đđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝, đđđž đđđđžđ đđđžđđđđđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđđđđžđđ đťđ đđđđ đđđťđ đşđ đđž đđđđşđ˝đ˝đ đžđ đđđđ đźđđžđđ, đ đđđđđđ đşđťđđđž đđđ đ đđđž đş đťđžđşđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđâđ đ đťđžđ đżđđ đđđž đđđ đ . đđđ đźđđźđ đđ đđđđ đ đžđ, đżđşđ, đđ đđźđ đđđđ đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđđđ đźđđđ, đđžđđđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđž đđžđžđ˝đ đđ đźđđ đşđđşđđ đđ đđžâđ đ đ đđđž đđđ đđđđ˝. đşđđ˝ đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđžđđđđşđđž đđđ đżđđđ đđđşđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđž đťđşđđž đđđđ đş đđđđđ, đđđđđ, đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđđđđđđ đđ đżđşđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đťđžđžđ đđşđđđđđ đżđđ đđđđ. đ đđđž đžđđžđđđđđđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđşđ đđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đżđđ đđđž đđžđşđ đżđđ đđ. đđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđ. đđž đđ đşđđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž. đđđ đđşđđ˝. đťđđ đžđđđđđ. âđťđşđťđ,â đđž đđđđđ, đđžđşđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đđđđđđđ đđđžđşđ. âđđđ đ˝đđâđ đđžđ đđ đđđđž.â đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđđđž, đ đžđşđđđđ đđžđşđđ, đşđđđđ đ˝đđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ, đđđđ đđşđ, đđđž đźđđşđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đđžđźđ. đđž đ đžđşđđ đđ. đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ. âđđđ đđđđ đ đşđ đđđžđđž đ đđđž đđđž đ đđ đźđđ đđ đşđđž đđđ đşđđž.â đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđđđ. đđž đ đşđđđđ. âđ đđđ đşđ đđđ. đżđđźđđđâ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđâđđž đđđđđ˝. đđşđđđ đđđđđ. đťđžđ đđđ đđžđđžđ đđđđ đžđ˝ đşđ đđžđ đ đđđž đđđşđ.â
đđž đđžđđđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđşđđ˝đžđ, đđđ đżđđžđž đđşđđ˝ đđđşđťđťđđđ đş đđşđđ˝đżđđ đđż đđđđ đđşđđ, đđđđđđđđ đđ, đđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đťđşđźđ đđ đđž đźđşđ đ đđđ đđđđđ đ˝đđđ đşđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž. đđđ đžđđžđ đşđđž đźđđşđđžđ˝. đťđ đđđ đđđ˝đž. đđđ đźđđžđđ đđžđşđđđđ, đđşđ đđđđđ, đ đđđ đđđđ đ đđžđ đżđđđ đđđž đđžđđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đ đžđđ. âđđđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đşđđž?â đđž đđđđđžđ. âđđđâđđž đş đ đđ đđđđžđđđžđźđđđđ đđđ đž. đđđ đžđđžđ đş đđžđđđđ đşđđđđđđž. đđđđ đş đťđđ˝đ đ đżđđźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđżđž đđđâđ đđđžđ đđžđ đđđđđ.â đđđ đđđşđ. đđž đ đşđđđđ. âđđż đźđđđđđž đđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ. đđđ đđşđđ đđ đťđž đđđđđžđ˝, đ˝đđâđ đđđ? đđşđđ đđž đđ đđđđ đđđđ đżđşđ đźđđźđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž đđđđ đž đđđ đźđđ đđđđ đđžđ đđđžđžđđ?â đđđ đťđşđ đ đ đđđđđđžđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđžđžđ˝đ đđ. đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ. đş đđđđźđ đđđđđđ đđż đđđžđźđđ đ đşđđ˝đ đđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ, đ˝đđđťđťđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđşđđđ đđđž, đđ đđźđ đşđđ˝ đđđ. đđđ đ˝đđâđ đżđ đđđźđ. đđđ đ đđđ đđ đşđ đđđ. đđđđđ đđđžđ. đťđžđđđđđ. đđž đđđđđ. âđđžđşđ. đđđ đ đđđž đđđşđ? đ đđđž đđđžđ đ đđşđđ đđđđ đ˝đđđť đżđşđźđž đđđđ đđđž đđşđđž đźđđźđ đđđşđ đđşđ đ˝đžđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ đđđžđđđ đđđđđđžđ đşđđ?â đđž đđ đşđđ đđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđ đđđşđźđ, đđđşđźđ, đđđşđźđ đđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđźđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđž đđđžđşđ đşđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž. đđž đđđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđđđžđđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ. âđđđâđ đźđđźđ đđşđ˝đž đđđ đđđđđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđžđ đżđđźđđđâ đťđđş?â ââŚđđđđđ.â đđž đđđđđđžđ đżđşđđđžđ. đđđ đđđđđđ đżđ đžđ đťđžđđđ˝đž đđđđ đżđşđźđž. âđđđâđ đźđđ đ˝đ đđđ đđşđđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđžđđđ đ đđ đżđşđźđž, đťđşđťđ?â đđđ đđđşđ. âđđđđđ, đ˝đşđ˝đ˝đ.â đđž đđđđđźđđžđ. đđđđşđđ. âđżđđźđđđâ đđşđ đđ đžđşđđž.â đđđ đşđđźđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ. đđđđđđž đđđ. âđđ đžđşđđž đźđđ đđ đđž. đđ đžđşđđž. đ đđşđđ đđ. đđşđđ đđđđ đđžđđ. đđşđđ đđđ đđ đźđđđžđ đđž đ đđđž đđđđ đđđżđž đđžđđžđ đ đžđ đđđ.â
đđž đ đđđžđ đđ. đđđ đđđđ đž đťđđ˝đ đđđđżđżđžđđ, đđđđđđ đđžđđđđđ, đđđđđşđźđ đđđđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđźđ đđžđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđđ˝, đşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđ đžđđđ đđ˝đžđ đđđ, đđđđźđ đđđđžđ đđż đźđđ đđđ đşđđđžđđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđđđ đźđđžđžđđ, đđđđ đ đđđ, đđđđ đžđđžđ, đ˝đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđşđ. đđž đđđşđđ đ đđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đťđđđđžđ, đđđđşđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđž đ đđđž đđ đđđđđ, đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđşđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đżđđ đđ, đşđđ˝ đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđâđđž đđđşđđžđ˝. đđđ đťđ đđđ đđ đşđ đđđ, đžđđžđ đşđđđžđ đđđđźđđ, đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđźđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđđđž đđż đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đžđđžđ đ˝đşđđđžđ đşđ đ đđđžđ đşđđşđđ. âđ˝đđâđ đđđđž đđ.â đđđ đđđ˝. đđđ đđđđźđž đ˝đđđđ. âđđđ đđşđ đđ.â đđđ đđžđđđđşđđž. đđž đđđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ. đđşđđ˝. âđđşđ đđđâđđž đđđž đđđżđž đđđ.â đđđ đđđđđđžđ đđ. ââŚđâđ đđđž đđđżđž đđđ.â đđž đđđđ đžđ. đđ đđ. đđđźđ. đđđžđ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđ. âđ đđđ˝đžđ.â đđđ đťđđžđşđđđž đđ đđđ đđźđžđđ. đżđžđžđ đđđ đźđđ đźđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ. đđđž đźđđşđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđşđ. âđâđ đđđđ đđđżđž đđđ.â đđđ đźđđźđ đđđđđźđđžđ đşđđşđđ. đđđđ đ đ đžđşđđđđ. âđđđđ˝ đđđđ .â đđž đđžđđ đđżđż đđđž đťđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đ, đźđđźđ đđđđ đ đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđ đđđđşđđ˝ đđđž đťđşđđđđđđ. đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđž đ˝đđđđżđđşđđž, đťđđ˝đ đťđşđźđđ đđ đťđ đđđž đđ đđ đđż đđđž đđşđ đ .
Daisies - T.F.
Synopsis. Five times Fushiguro Megumi and his particularly determined elementary class attempt to matchmake the strong, surly divorced Fushiuro Toji with youâtheir pretty elementary school teacher. And the one time it doesnât end in disaster. (Or in other words; the one time Fushiguro Megumi might just become a big brother?!)
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!teacher!reader, DlLF!Toji, 5 + 1 things, crackfic tbh, Iike MAJORLY, brainrot, sigmas, Megs and co., faiIed matchmaking, Tojiâs a YEARNER, but canât pull, bake sales, cherry bIossoms, SO many references, kids Iearning bad words from Toji (smh), parent-teacher meetings, tension, oraI (m + f), heâs FĂRAL, manhandIing, spĂtting, p taIking, p sIapping, fĂngering, cIit bĂting, GRADING, somewhat roIepIay, heâs MEAN, heâs BIG, biiiig stretches, you grade HIM, cervĂx smooching, sIight banter, cIit pinching, more p sIapping, sIight brĂŠeding, mentions of kids, feeIing for himself, taIking you through it, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, stuffing you FULL, brief headIocks, implied marathons, getting together, happy endings, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 15.4k
A/N. And shoutout to Megan THEEEEEE StaIIion for teaching me what rizz was mhm- aIso slightly inspired by my Unckuna fic here <3
FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE ONE: RIZZ.
ââŚand thatâs the problem.â
Fushiguro Toji canât believe this.
No matter how he looks at itâthis is weird, right?Â
After all, no respectable single father would be hesitant to drop his son off at his elementary classroom- instead lingering by the wide, multi-colored building steps for a few seconds before finally entering like a lamb to the butcherâs. And even worse- no respectable single father would let himself be ruthlessly interrogated by his son over this fact.
And worst of all, reveal - after much intense probing by a nine-year-old - that this was all becauseâŚhe happened to haveâŚa stupid crush on one of the teachers.
âWhich one?â Megumi looks up through jet-black bangs much like his, nose crinkling at the thought of his father having- eugh, feelings.Â
Toji sighs. âDonât mean to push you into your emo phase early, kid, butâŚâ
And then he glances beyond the little oneâs frame.
Right. At. You.
The entrance to Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary opened up to the main hallway; with classrooms upon either side, and doorways spaced between walls that were kaleidoscopes of crafts and schoolbag hooks and polaroids of students over the years. If Toji looked hard enough then heâd even be able to find the polaroid where Megumi was flipping the camera offâheâd learned that one from him, see.
That was an awkward parent-teacher meeting.
But that was also the day he properly met you - beyond just the polite nod and hasty small talk at drop-off and pick-up.Â
With your adorable flowery apron on - courtesy of elementary school policy - and your lips trying very hard not to twitch up into a smileâvery nicely telling Megumi that that wasnât something good kids do.
Toji agreed then. Heâd have agreed with anything you said.
âBut you were the one that taughtââ
Heâd slapped his hand over Megumiâs mouth then.
Youâd let a small laugh slip- and he was a goner.Â
After that meeting, Megumi may have lost something (iPad privileges for a whole month), but Toji gained something: this little ember of attraction that he couldnât shake off no matter how much he tried. Every routine pick-up and drop-off, every bake sale, every little notification that lit up his phoneâyou typing into the parentsâ groupchat about some announcement or the other. And though itâd never be anything too personal, his heart always thundered in his chest as he clicked those notifications open. Is it weird that he set a different tone for your notifications?
The harder he tried to ignore it, the further it kindled.
Until he evidently couldnât even walk inside that damn building without feeling some part of him melt just a littleâŚ
Even now, his skin burns as he watches you.Â
Biting back a laugh as one of your students hugged their guardian goodbye- so hard that both adult and child topple over. And then youâre being grappled into the same embrace, which youâre letting yourself be tugged intoâsoon enough, three more of your students join in. One tucks a wildflower from the garden behind your ear.
Sunlight falls across your face as your head falls back in a laugh - and then youâre leaning forwards and grabbing all of those tiny bodies in a hug.Â
Toji canât help but wonder whether youâd like to be embraced just the same. Toji canât help but wonder whether youâd laugh just like that when youâre picked up and spun around, feet never touching the ground. Toji canât help but wonder why the hell Itadori Yuji was pointing and laughing at him.
âMr. Fushiguroâs dad, your face looks funnyâ!â He squeals. Loud enough for multiple parents to turn and look.
Toji grumbles something underneath his breath and straightens, like the respectable adult - the respectable adult - he is. Cool. Calm. Collected. Mature. âOh yeah? And your hair looks funny, kid.â
Now those same parents were turning to him and glaring.Â
âWhatâ?!â He gruffs out at them, hands raising in surrender. âHe started it.â
Itadori turns to them and smiles an utterly precious, gap-toothed smile.Â
He tells himself that heâs imagining the way they seem to be pulling their kids away from him.
Itadori stops laughing and ruffles his own coral-pink locks. The boy had strong-armed himself to become one of Megumiâs best friends since their first day; and he always has made himself known as the chatterbox of the group. The sweetheart. The trouble-stirrer (one of them, at least). âMy grandpa says itâs um- jeanetic. My father had pink hair, too.â
Toji raises a brow, âOh?â
âYeah! Did you know my uncleâs in prison?â The boy looks squarely up at him and beams. âHe sets things on fire.â
âSame, bud.â
âI eat dirt.â
ââŚwhat the fuck.â Toji whispers underneath his breath- though it mustâve been loud enough for the keenest of eavesdroppers to listen, because before he knows it, a little boy with a face mask and the most atrocious bowl cut Tojiâs seen in his lifeâpulls out a notebook from his backpack and starts furiously scribbling something down.
Assumably the profanity heâd just spoken.
Inumaki Toge, was it?
Now heâs the one stepping away from these damn kids.Â
But before he can get too far, Toji feels a tug on either armâhe looks to his right: Itadori.Â
Attempting to climb up his forearms and biceps like monkey bars.
He looks to his left: Kugisaki.
Looking knowingly between you and him.
âThese partners stink of-â
âWhat was that?â Kugisaki asks.Â
âNothing.â Toji quickly replies. And then there was the other one: Kugisaki Nobara was impossible to miss in a classroom. If not by her chattering that was just as loud as pink-haired Itadoriâs, then by the red, rubber hammer that she seemed to be fond of, smashing it on top of peopleâs heads if they displeased her. He was just in the middle of wondering whether he could be successfully knocked out if she hit him hard enough when-
âWhereâŚare you taking me?â He quickly narrows his eyes- just as soon as the little girl started pulling him by the hand. Towards your classroom. âHeyââ
âOh, câmoooon.â She rolls her eyes in a manner that was far too expert for her age. âHow is the male lead going to get the heroine if they donât even talk?â
âIâm not the main character?â
Itadori - who had by now managed to perch atop his right shoulder like some parrot - whispers uncomfortably in his ear. âHowâs the rizzler going to get the skibidi?â
Toji whirls to him- âBless you?â The fuckâŚ
Megumi follows and nods sagely. Deadpanning. âDadâs not sigma enough for that.â
âNot you, too?!â
âHi?â
The Earth had given way from underneath him. But in reality, it was just your voice breaking through the chaos of the elementary lobbyâItadori had begun gripping onto his shaggy, black bangs for balance now- and Toji was doing all he could to peak through the boyâs cutely chubby fingers.
A breath catching in his chest once he realizes that theyâd walked him all the way over to you.
Apron on. Brows raised. A flower tucked prettily behind your ear. Standing right at the door to your vibrant classroom; you kept a hand on your mouth to stifle your obvious smile. Though nothing could hide the light in your eyes.
And before Tojiâs given the opportunity to wax shitty poetics about it in his mind, youâre nodding at the boy latched onto Tojiâs head. With a smile- âDown now, Yuji. What have I said about climbing people like monkey bars?â
He sighs and removes his hands covering Tojiâs eyes, âTo not climb people like monkey bars.â
âAnd what are you doing right now?â
âClimbing people like monkey bars.âÂ
âDown, please.â
Yes, maâamâŚTojiâs thinking to himself. Snap out of it, man.
It was like a miracle. Itadori Yuji - for however much of a sweetheart he was - was never the type to listen to authority so directlyâyou could tell the kid to not eat glue and heâd chug down the whole bottle. Toji knows. From experience.
But itâs as easy as butter that heâs sliding off the older man now- and soon enough, his small red shoes are hitting the floor. And heâs staring up at Toji with his scarred mouth gaped open.
In fact, everyone was.
âUm, Fushiguro-san? Is everything okay?â Your brows then pinch in concern.
Kugisaki slaps her forehead, and Megumi seems to sink deeper into his bangs. As quickly as the words are registering in his headâheâs shutting his mouth and faintly puffing his broad chest out. Making sure that you see the way his beefy biceps flex as he scratches behind his neck. âYeah- yeah, everythingâs alright. How about you?â
âCanât complain.â You giggle. And when there doesnât seem to be a follow-up question, he flexes even harder. âI see uhâŚyouâve been hitting the gym lately, Fushiguro-san.â
âOh, me?â He has the audacity to look a little shocked. âThatâs cute, doll. But I donât hit the gym.â
âYou must take steroids then.â Itadori pipes up gleefully. âMy uncle takes them, too-â
âIâm all naturalââ
As this subsides, youâre taking control of the chaos like the professional you are. âAlright, oh- look at the time!â Sweeping a glance behind you at the classroom clock, âWeâre almost late for attendance and rehearsal time. Letâs get inside, kids.âÂ
You start ushering some of them inside- and Toji squirms as those balls of energy rush past him. Evidently you were preoccupied with them, but you have enough time to look up at the older man and flash him a smile-
âAnd Iâll see you at pick-up then?â
Faintly, he nods. âUh-huh.â
âGood.â You cock your head up at him, âHope you have fun with the gym then~â
âU-uh-huh.â
He can only watch mutely as you whisk a few students inside and clap your hands to get their attentionâsome of the parents were filtering out and he knows he must look like such a creepâŚbut you were just so astounding. And at least he hadnât completely fucked up that interaction-
âMr. Fushiguroâs dad, sorry for your aura loss.â Itadori pats him comfortingly on his side. There were still some students milling about with their goodbyes.Â
He whirls, âFushiguro Toji doesnât lose aura-â
âBut you did.â Kugisaki nods with her arms crossed. âYou fumbled, Fushiguro-san.â
He turns to his beloved son for reassurance.Â
Megumi looks at Toji blankly. âYou never had aura to me, dad.â
âThatâs it-â
âBut itâs okay.â Kugisaki says, âThe male lead never gets the heroine in the first five minutes. They have to suffer first. You just messed up Phase One.â
He almost feels sorry asking. âAndâŚwhat is Phase One?â
âThe rizz phase.â This time, itâs Itadori that answers. âYou have zero rizz, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad. Butâwe have a plan.â
âA plan?â
Itadori holds up three fingers. âFour more phases before you win Ms. Teacherâs heart!â Not so loudâŚheâs grateful you havenât noticed them yet.Â
Megumi holds up the correct number of fingers. âFour more phases to embarrass yourself, dad.â
What moral support, son.
âI donât knowâŚâÂ
Itadori nods seriously, âTake it this way, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad- thereâs a red button and a blue button in front of you. If you press the red button you die alone like my uncle probably will. If you press the blue button you totally rizz Ms. Teacher up and live happily-ever-after before she divorces you. Which button would you press?â
Neither?! His jaw drops. âWhat the fu-â
âWe just want to matchmake you!â Kugisaki shoves Itadori aside.Â
He eyes the kids warily. Leaving his love life to three elementary schoolers? Has Fushiguro Toji really fallen this far? OhâŚhe really is getting old. âWhatever. I donât a shi- damn.â
And the answer is yes, yes he has.
But then Kugisaki clasps her hands together and beams, âThen in the end youâll be just like Jinu and Rumi from K-pop Demon Hunters!â
And beside himself, Toji cracks a little smile. âYeahâŚyeah, maybe we will.â
âYouâll die in the end and sheâll become a demon!â
ââŚletâs just stick to Phase Two.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE TWO: SWEET TREATS!
Status: PendingâŚ
Why did he agree to this shit again?
Though it wasnât exactly Valentineâs Day; Fushiguro Toji was lugging a cart âround the candy aisles of Maruetsu supermarket, followed by three children with sticky fingers that just kept on piling even more sweets into the hefty chocolate-filled cart. And more. And more. And more-
And though Toji agrees that there was never a wrong day for chocolate - he was just damn relieved that yesterday had been pay day. These brats didnât even glance at the price before throwing chocolate bars and heart-shaped candies over the cart rim.
Right alongside a bunch of flour, butter, and whatever shit one needed to make cookies.Â
Because yesâFushiguro Toji was apparently the type to make cookies now.Â
Itadori tosses a bunch of Daddy Tonyâs Chocolonely into the cart. âWeâre totally chocolate-mogging everyone in the store right now.â
Why did he agree to this shit again?
Itâd been their idea.
Tokyo Jujutsu Elementaryâs annual talent show was nearing. The decorations were being made. The kids were rehearsing after-school. And Toji didnât care too much about such thingsâthe only reason this had stuck in his mind was because youâd sent a message about it in the group chat. And heâd read that little sentence over and over again until he memorized it.Â
To raise funds for such an endeavour, the elementary was hosting a bake sale; where parents - should they choose to do so - could contribute their own baked goods and little treats and candies that could be sold. The year before, Toji had honestly just sent Megumi off with a bag of chips that Itadori had scoffed down in all of three seconds.Â
Though, in his defense, it wasnât mandatory and he didnât know what the fuck a bake sale was supposed to be.Â
Phase Two of the plan seemingly consisted of emptying out Tojiâs pockets- the three of them had insisted that this bake sale was the perfect opportunity for Toji to make his move on you.
It was simple, reallyâbake cookies for the sale, sell them there, and when it came to you- woo you with a special heart-shaped cookie and ask you out. Simple!Â
Was it obvious that this plan had been concocted by a bunch of nine-year-olds?
Toji sighs.
He glimpses Megumi wandering into the meat section and reaching for ÂĽ50,000 Wagyu-
The next day, after burning the first few batches of cookies and setting fire to his kitchen only twice, Toji found himself crammed into a pretty pink-frilled booth at the official annual bake sale. Equally as pink apron cinched around his waistâand his t-shirt so tight that he catches a few single parents giving him appreciative looks.
Though he wasnât paying attention to that.Â
He was keeping his eyes on you- making your way from booth-to-booth, laughing along with parents and trying out everything your students had to offer.Â
Toji lets out a long, lingering sigh.
He was never going to get over this damn crushâ
Next to him, Megumi and his two best friends were the ones manning the counter and giving out cookies to paying customers. He hates to admit it, but business was booming.Â
âHeyâŚhey, if I pay you in chocolates would you sell this shit again for me?â
Megumi looks up at him blankly. âI want 60% equity and ÂĽ5 for every unit sold.â
Toji drops a cookie he was holding over the counterââM-maybe notâŚâ
âHey, thereâs Ms. Teacher!â Itadori squeals.Â
And thenâŚand then the most sweet, seraphic sound echoes in his ears- too close for it to be something heâd imagined, too removed from him to be anyone but you. Youâre making the tall man freeze where he was leaned over the counter - and the hairs on the back of his neck riseâŚheâs pausing to listen for you before he knows it.
âOh, let me get that for you.â
Toji hadnât noticed you walk over. Toji hadnât noticed you bending down to pick up the cookie heâd dropped. âO-oh, no you donât need toââ Not before youâre straightening up and holding it out to him with a beautiful smile.Â
âItâs no problem.â You chirp.Â
Mutely, he takes the crumbling cookie from you.
He wanted that cookie badly.
âSoâŚI see business is booming.â You nod down at the three little ones manning the counter, âGood job, sweethearts. How are you today?â
âGood.â Both Megumi and Kugisaki echo.
âMy grandma got hit by a bazooka!â Itadori beams.
Your smile falters, though Tojiâs impressed at how quickly you recover. âWellâŚthatâs certainly a time, isnât it, Yuji? And how are you, Fushiguro-san?â
âO-oh, meâ?â His faze sizzles at being called out so suddenly. And the older man hurries to scratch behind his neckâdid his biceps look good in this apron? âAhâŚchill.â
âChill, hm?â You smirk. Eyeing him, âI dunno- Iâd say itâs a rather hot day today.â
Features scrunching up, Toji leans his head out and looks at the sky. âIs it? Those damn weathermen always lie.â
Megumi smacks his forehead.Â
âNo, I just meantâŚâ Youâre flitting your gaze at the paper-thin fabric of his t-shirt, wrapped around his chiselled limbs so perfectly. Gift-wrapped. And then youâre shaking your head, instead turning to the rows of cookies put on display. âAnyways- any recommendations you guys have for me?â
Toji furrows his brows at the abrupt change in conversation. Beside him, reaching just past his knee, Kugisaki kicks him in the shin and hisses- âThe cookie! The cooooookie! Make a move, male lead!â
âOh. Oh.â Toji startles. Bending down and whispering back, âNow?â
âYes, now!â
âBut-â
âGo.â
âWaitââ
âGo!â
Finally, he holds one calloused palm out at you. Bandaged and slightly aching from baking all day yesterday. âStay here, we made something special for you.â
âOh?â
Toji shuffles around in the box of cookies that theyâd brought with them; packaged away and separated from the rest was one particular cookieâyour favorite flavor, which heâd probed out of the kids. Specifically made in the shape of a heart.
His hands shake a little bit as he turns to you with it.
Scarred lips parting, âThis isâŚâ
âFor me?â You cock your head with a sweet smile.
He nods. âFree of charge.â
âThatâs too sweet, I couldnât possibly-â
âPleaseââ Toji interrupts, fingers weak - barely holding onto the crinkled package - as he holds it out to you. âI insist. For taking care of my son.â
Something changes in your expression, and your fingers twitch closer to his.
The trio watches open-mouthed as your hands close the gap in mid-air beforeâ
âOooooooo, cookie! Fanum tax!âÂ
Before one Todo Aoi leans over the counter and snatches the cookie fast- before everyone could even blink, all of Tojiâs emotions, hopes, pursuits, and dreams find themselves stuffed down the crumb-coated maw of the little boy. Chomped to bits.
Everyone looks at him in stunned silence.
He polishes off the cookie in three bites.
âWhat?â Todo asks as the silence stretches even longer- and he notices the stares around him. âNeeds a little more saltâŚâ
Toji feels like keeling over. âI am going to-â
âHere, Ms.â Megumi picks up one of those cute, floral-decorated cookie packets on the counter and pushes it into your hands. âFree of charge.â
âThank you. IâŚâ You look at Toji as though youâre about to say something moreâbut then a call of your name from across the school field catches your attention. Another teacher was waving you over for something- and with an apologetic smile, youâre bowing your way out of there.
Itadori whistles, âWow, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad. Maybe if you hadnât waited around beinâ a scaredy-cat then Ms. Teacher mightâve gotten the cookies before Todo.âÂ
Immediately Kugisaki gets down from the counter- grabs her rubber hammer, and slams it down on Todoâs head.Â
Then before Toji can feel a rush of pride, she grabs two cookie packets and beckons him to crouch down to her height.
Once he does, she presses both packets to his cheeks and asks seriously. âAnd what are you?â
âA fuckinâ idiot cookie.âÂ
A small gasp.
From the other side of the counter, he hears furious scribbling as someone jots that particular word downâhe doesnât need to look to know that itâs that Inumaki Toge again. Noooooâ! Itâd slipped out accidentally, he promises. Also on the other side of the counter was Todo Aoi who was now eyeing the other cookies enviously- Megumi frowns and starts pulling them away from him.
Itadori turns to Toji and shakes his head as though heâd been the adult in this situation. âItâs a shame, though. Phase Two has also failed - take the L, Mr. Fushiguroâs dad.âÂ
âL.â Kugisaki echoes.
âL.â Todo.
âL.â Somehow Toge.
Megumi nods. âLoser.â
And somehow that hurt the mostâ
He groans.
Todo huffs. âCanât believe you just got framemogged by the TJE class monitor, old man.â
Toji whirls around with a glower. âMugged? Iâve never gotten mugged by anybody-â
âBut since youâre all just begging meââ Todo turns to the bemused others with his arms crossed importantly. â-Iâll teach you the true art of rizzing.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE THREE: A DATE.
Status: -84834832849 aura.
A date.
Not one heâd asked you out on, of course.Â
Spring had neared like a reawakening of the Earth; the breeze was warm. The Sun cascaded softly. The birds were twittering. And Fushiguro Toji was losing itâhe had already had enough of making a fucking fool out of himself in front of you.
And now he was about to do it all over again.
Megumiâs elementary school was hosting a picnic with the kids in Ueno Park, in honor of the cherry blossoms beginning to open up.Â
Parents were invited too, of course.Â
And it was inevitable that youâd be there.
Now with that kid Todo - a student a year older than the trio, it seems heâd found himself attached to Itadori though Toji has no idea how that friendship started - onboard for the scheme, Toji was finding himself pulled around like a marionette. This ridiculous scheme to kinda-sorta try and make you fall in love with himâŚ
That he was going along with.
So for the outing, the four had emphasized that Toji wasnât to come unless he was looking his absolute best. Theyâd told him to burn that usual black t-shirt of his - no matter how many times he tried to insist that he had a wardrobe full of identical ones. He wanted Megumi to vouch for him, but the boy had lied.
That traitor.Â
Thus on the Saturday morning itâd been planned; Toji spent a good few hours in front of the mirror.
Tugging back the sleeves on his white cotton sweater- heâd been told that people appreciate forearms more this way. Dousing himself in perfume. Putting on one of those face creams Kugisaki had recommended after asking her guardian. Attempting to tame his shaggy, black bangs. He made sure his biceps were looking good that dayâand stuffed Megumi into his matching sweater as well nâ rushed off to Ueno Park.
He thought he looked pretty good, honestly.
Todo eyes him warily once he arrives, ââŚThatâs the best youâve got?â
âThe hellâs wrong with it?â
âItâs justâŚnot sigma-â
âShut-â
A few parents turn to look at him.
âHe started itâheââ
After certainly no small amount of bickering (and much apologizing from the woman that seemed to be Todoâs guardian), they managed to make it to the picnic area. Where a row of multi-colored checkered blankets were laid out across the green grass like some form of a quiltâMegumi wastes no time before waddling over to where Itadori and Kugisaki were seated with their families.
And before long, the three kids were tugging several blankets closer together and creating a larger one.Â
As Toji sighs and stalks over to themâheâs suddenly stopped by Todo Aoi. Evidently having broken free from his guardian for far, far greater purposes; he holds his hand up and makes Toji freeze. âYou have much to learn, donât you, old man?â
âHaaah?â He balks down at the boy.
âTrue rizzlers donât sit around playing teatime with kidsââ He throws his arm behind at the other three, â-and my beloved brother, Yujiââ They were related?! âTrue rizzlers have to be tall and nonchalant even if theyâre short and chalant.â
Toji eyes him warily. ââŚOkay? And what am I supposed to do?â
âTalk. To. Her.â
âHowââ
âGo there-â Todo stabs a finger in your direction. But Toji didnât need it to know where to look.Â
He sweeps his eyes across the cherry blossom gardens- and his eyes seem to find you as they always do. Even in a garden of the worldâs brightest and rarest flowers, you would be the most beautiful.Â
âBrother eugh, youâre getting that sappy look on your face again- nonchalant. You have to be nonchalant!â Todo exclaims.
You were wearing a summer dress that fluttered around you in the soft breeze- and before he knows it, the little boy was pushing him towards where you were standing.
âW-waitââ
âOh, has Phase Three started already?â Soon enough, Itadoriâs voice is piping up right beside him. And heâs pushing Toji, too.
Then comes Kugisaki. âOoooo they always have a cherry blossom episode! I love those.â
The dark-haired man looks to his son for help, and he pretends not to meet his eye.
Dammit.
âFineâfine.â An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Tojiâs pushing back against their persisting guidance, and they just wonât have it. Youâre going to notice him being made a fool again. âIâll talk to her. Donât rush meâI said donât-â
âWhy is it that every time thereâs trouble, itâs got something to do with the five of you?âÂ
Too late.
With your hands on your hips, youâre walking over with a playful smile.
Though there was nothing playful about the way his heart thunders-
High-pitched giggles emanate from behind him, and he doesnât have the time to compute before all three sets of small hands - and Megumiâs mildly disappointed stare - vanishes. The kids are running off, leaving the two of you alone, once youâve properly walked up to themâleaving Fushiguro Toji to fend for himself and alsoâŚcollapsing to the ground. Because of the lack of force from behind now, his ass hits the soft grass and youâre trying not to laugh from above.
Pretty hand reaching out, âEverything alright, Fushiguro-san?â
âToji.â He somehow manages to blurt out, taking your hand and getting to his feet. âCall me Toji.â
âOf course.â And then youâre sharing your own first name. He repeats it like a spring breeze.
Then, like the fool he is, Toji stands around admirinâ youâlong enough that the silence stretches a little awkwardly, and youâre starting to shuffle on your feet. He hears a chorus of small groans from somewhere behind him, and quickly amends- âUhhh, do you like walks down cherry blossom paths?â
Youâre raising a brow in faint amusement, âYes?â
âHave you walked down cherry blossom paths?â
âNot this year.â
âWill you walk down cherry blossom paths?â
âFushiguro Toji, are you asking me to walk together?â You bump his shoulder with yours, then loop a hand around arm - he felt like arm candy, but donât save himâToji was exactly where he wanted to be - and start walking between pink-shedding trees. âYou shouldâve just said so. Should we have invited Megumi as well?â
âWhoâs Megumi?â
Your startled laugh echoesâand itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard.
The two of you loop around the pathway and then back again in companionable silence; though questions and confessions constantly bubbled up to Tojiâs throat. Are you having fun? Is his body too warm? Can you hear his heart beating? Do you like the cherry blossoms? Do you know youâre far more beautiful than them?
Why do you glance at him with that knowing smile?Â
What secrets do you hide?
Before he knows it, the two of you have reached the spot where you met once more. And four eager children wait for something to happen- for something to be said.
Toji knows he might not get another opportunityâso as soon as the cherry blossoms are tapering out to more of the green grass, heâs turning to you and stammering. âI-I have something to askâŚâ
âYes?â You smile.
âAnd it might be strange-â
âYes?â
âAnd weird-â
âOh, yes?â
âAnd creepy- donât be afraid to say no if itâs creepy.â
âHuh?â
âButâŚâ He feels the question: would you wanna grab coffee sometime? claw at his throat. Toji knows youâre waiting, anticipatingâand then a cherry blossom flutters down and lands on your crownâmaking you look far too angelic. âWould youâŚhappen to know that Japan is turning footsteps into electricity.â
You balk. âExcuse me?â
Toji whispers to himself faintly. âU-using piezoelectric tilesâŚevery step you take generates a small amount of energy. Millions of stepsâŚtogetherâŚâ
âOkay, old man, letâs get you to bed.â Todoâs - Todo, of all people - is coming to his rescue. Ushering him away, whilst his son hopefully manages to cover for his father with a good excuseâ
âI do not know that man.â Megumi tells you, then leaves.
Youâre left shrugging. AhâŚ
As theyâre walking back to their picnic area, Kugisaki murmurs. âThis is the cherry blossom episode. Next is the episode where you get hit by a truck-â Toji really hopes it is. âGuess thisâll be that sort of unfinished love dramaâŚâ
âMy uncle loves hitting people with trucks.â Itadori beams.Â
Megumi smacks his forehead once more-
Toji narrows his eyes. âYouâre gonna give yourself a concussion if you keep doing that.â
The boy smacks his head even harder. âI hope so.â
Toji mutters to himself. âFuckinâ me too.â
Behind him, he already knows that Inumaki is jotting this somewhere in some bushes.Â
As the picnic continuesâmore and more of Megumiâs friends join their combined blankets. Toji notices you fluttering about, too.
So caught up, in fact, that he doesnât even notice four matchmaking masterminds roping in their schoolmate Yuta into a deep conversation.
Toji sneezes- someone must be talking about him.
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE FOUR: THE MARRIAGE.
Status: Toji, youâre scaring the huzzzzz-
It seems that Fushiguro Toji was getting married.
Though not exactly of his own volition.
And to whom, exactly? Well, that would be none other than youâ
The wedding shall be held in the idyllic venue of Tokyo Jujutsu Elementaryâs sprawling playground; amongst the swings and pieces of chewed-up bubble gum stuck underneath slides. Music shall be provided by the choir team. Snacks are Goldfish crackers and nothing moreâyou wonât want to miss it.Â
Donât bother to RSVP.
Invitations are open to no one, heâs bound to make a fool of himself.
Again.
Toji shouldâve known that something was up the second Megumi told him to come for pick-up a little earlier than usual. Elementary classes ended their day with around fifteen minutes of playtime, before official pick-up commenced.
And though Toji didnât mind coming in earlier - he usually staved his entrance off for the allocated time so Megumi didnât have to play with his dear olâ dad looming over his shoulder.
Something had to be wrong- maybe he was sick? And yetâŚMegumi was the type to never let out even a peep even if he wasâheâd have to be dragged out of class and still try to convince Toji that he was feeling well enough to go back. Heâd never leave hints like that.
Maybe he didnât like playtime anymore? That certainly couldnât be it- playtime always exhilarated Megumi, no matter how much his deadpan son attempted to hide it. He loved his friends. He loved the small rabbit pen that the school had. He especially loved the twin black-and-white wolf spring riders on the playground.
Or maybeâŚmaybe he was getting bullied-
Toji shakes his head clear of that thought immediately.
Heâd no sooner be bullied by his son than have his son be bullied-
In fact, before heâd met Itadori and Kugisaki- Megumi loved the playground forâŚveryâŚdifferent reasons. Heâd pile his âopponentsâ high like a small kid mountain.Â
Toji shudders.Â
So what could it beâ?
Thatâs exactly the thought tumbling âround in his mind as he walks up to that multi-colored painted building. Instead of going up those steps, however, heâs rounding the corner towards the playground on the other side - where he could hear cheers, laughter, and shrieks. Those youngsters touched the air around them with happiness, and it made some part of Tojiâs chest soar to think that his son was one of them.
Thatâs until heâs actually in-view of the playground and spotting you. Right in the middle of the chaos of elementary classes in playtime.Â
At the foot of the slides.
A bundle of weeds in your hands
A paper veil atop your head.
With that kid Yuta from the grade above Megumiâs stood solemnly beside you. An officiant.Â
It looked likeâŚa wedding.
And the space in front of you was empty for your partner.
Ah.
He looks at Megumi who was avoiding his eyes- so this was the planâŚ
Fuck.
He must have made a noise of bafflement- because just then youâre turning and letting a smile splash across your face. You exclaim. âAhhhâthereâs my groom!â
OhâŚoh, he might faint.
Toji feels numb to the small hands that tug on his arm- âCâmon, câmon! Youâre late, Mr. Fushiguroâs dadâ!â And heâs being dragged all the way to the front of the slide, where his bride-to-be was awaiting him, it seemsâŚâAfter this we need time for the divorce-â
âNo, the divorce should happen like four episodes later.â Kugisaki rolls her eyes.
âThere shall be no divorce.â The seven-year-old Yuta speaks above them - out of them all, he seemed to be taking his role the most seriously. And he beckons the happy couple closer to one anotherâfuck, Toji couldnât even meet your eyes.
Standing in front of you, he stuffs his hands into his pocket and keeps his eyes trained on the ground- giving you a brief nod. ââSup?â
âOn second thought, there may be a divorce.â Yuta solemnly declares.
âHey-â Toji sends a glare at the black-haired little boy with the wide eyes, then crosses his beefy arms. âSo are we gettinâ married or not? Chop chop.â
You shake your head fondly, âDonât worry- we cut into rehearsal time for this, it seems.â
âStart the musicâŚâ Kugisaki whispers to MegumiâŚsimply standing on the sidelines and sinking deeper into his bangs with every passing second. âThe musicâ!â
Megumi lets out a sigh beyond his years, and clicks on the classroom speaker they mustâve brought from inside.Â
In mere seconds, Stateside by PinkPantheress with Zara Larsson starts flooding the playground. Kugisaki hums to herself with a smile- âPinkPantheress nâ Zara always makes things better.â
Soon enough Yutaâs reading out of a scribbled notebook in his hands, âWeâre here today to um- something about marriage.â He looks between the two of youââHold hands, please. They always do that in the movies.â
The two of you share a look.
And then you do.
Your fingers are warm nâ perfectly fitted in his - he doesnât have to think to curl his own fingertips around yours. Itâs as if his hands were made for holding yoursâthe thought zips through his body and he wonders why the hell he was getting emotional as though this was a real weddingâŚ
Yuta continues, â-ummm, something about love.â Toji almost jolts. âSomething about caring. Something about taking care of each other when youâre not feeling too good- like my momma always does, heh. She makes this chicken soup that-â
âGet on with itâ!â Kugisaki hisses.
âWait- what sort of chicken soup?!â Itadori pleads.
âThatâs my rizzler! Toji broâ!â Todo cries.
âOh, yeahââ He looks back down at his useless notes. âAnd stay together forever and ever and ever for at least 67 years no matter how far apart you are, or how scared of your feelings.â Yuta looks at Toji pointedly- who did this kid think he was?! âDoes the happy couple have any vows?â
And maybe this was it.
Maybe this was his moment.
Maybe this wasâŚ
Tojiâs scarred lips open. âI-â
Suddenly the speaker playing music explodesânot literally, though for a moment there it did feel like it. The dance-pop song thatâd been playing inexplicably heightens in volume until their ears rung- and Megumi hastens to turn it down.Â
Kugisaki smacks the speakers with her rubber hammer a few times before it stops. Then with nothing to play in the background, she elbows the pink-haired boy in his sideââYuji, hit it!â
âMe?!â Itadori yelps, before noticing everyoneâs gaze upon him. Itâs slowly dawning upon Toji that this might not be the best place for a real confession when Itadori suddenly starts doing some confusing two-step. âYou gotta go and I canâtâŚehh, sorry. UhhhhâŚNepal. I just donât want to say that-â
âPlease.â Megumi drones. âPlease stop.â
He stops.
Mutely, Kugisaki smacks the speaker once more and Stateside blares again.
Toji turns to the officiant- and shakes his head.
Yuta looks at you, âAnd what about you, Ms?â
âOhâmy vow is that youâre all getting extra homework if eeeeevery single one of you doesnât dance to the reception tomorrow.â You look at each and everyone.
Small faces scrunched in glee.
Yuta hisses at Itadori. âTime for the ringsâthe rings!â And the pink-haired boy startles to hand them to him- just a single one plopped onto Tojiâs open palm. It was one of those cheap ring pops; still slightly sticky and encrusted with flecks of strawberry candy from before. The actual candy part of it had been very-obviously eatenâŚ
âSorry.â Itadori still smiles. âI ate it.â
âAnd theâŚother ring?â
âI ate that, too.â He excitedly claims, âPlastic and all!â
âIâŚlove whateverâs wrong with you.â Toji furrows his brows. âBut also what.â
âEnough talkâexchange the rings then vow your undying love!â Kugisaki yells. âThen die!â She turns to some of the other kids looking at her strange- âWhat? I donât mean it like thatâthe dramaâs just better when they die. Where are you going- where are you-â
âScary kid.â Toji comments. âBut sweet. But scary.âÂ
Megumi distances himself from everything.
Before long, Yutaâs announcing that they âexchangeâ rings.Â
You mime putting one on him.
From the sidelines, Todo sobs into Itadoriâs t-shirtâseriously, were they actually related or not?! âMarriagemaxxing alreadyâŚIâm so p-proud of you my rizzlerâŚmy brother in rizzâŚmy sidekickâŚâ
He jerks. âSideââ
Yuta speaks. âAnd do you, Ms. Teacherâtake this auraless man to be your husband?â He can already tell who came up with this officiantâs script- but before he can throw a glance at the trio and Todo, youâre nodding.
âI do.â
Toji feels his heart flutter. He grows warm.
And his fingers are just as tender and sweet as they slip that ring pop onto your left handââThen I announce you married- uh. Smooch?â
âEuuuuuuuugh! Gross-â Megumi wails.
If Toji thought that heâd been warm earlierâthen he wasnât prepared for right now. It feels as though his entire body was on fire from the inside; every vein, every cell, every single part of him that hummed with delight at the notion. That made him blush.
So embarrassingly, as though this was his first-ever crush.
Toji catches your eye- and you give him the briefest of nods.Â
And then heâs leaning inâŚheâs hearing your breath catch- and pressing his lips to the back of your hand - just the lightest of grazes, where the ring pop stood out - before pulling back just as quickly. Nothing indecent. Nothing that would give away anything to youâ
That ringâŚ
It tasted sweet on his lips.
The surrounding kids cheer- loudly. Now it seems that everyone in the playground had joined in on this little actâand thatâs exactly what it was.
Just a little act.
Tojiâs lips quiver with the beginnings of a sentence heâs been aching to say for so long-
And then the school bell rings denoting time for pick-up.
Around you, the kids run to their classrooms and their backpacks - excited to tell their parents about what theyâd just done in the playground. And as the sea of small bodies moves and thrashes against the two of youâŚToji just remains standing. Staring.Â
Something within him still unfinished and unsatisfiedâ
Youâre keeping his gaze for a few more seconds, before finally dropping it and unscrewing the plastic ring from your finger. âI uhâŚsorry about that- and thank you for playing along.â
âYeahâŚâ He faintly says. âYeah, no problem.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile. âAnd if you donât mind, I should probablyâŚâ
You gesture to the parents that had started walking in now, and he jerkily nods. âYeah- yeah, go doâŚthat.â
âYeah, IâŚâ Youâre then holding your hand out to him- nodding at him to keep his palm open. Then dropping the strawberry-scented ring pop into his hand. âGuess the divorce came a little sooner than expected, huh?â
âTwo seconds, thatâs a new record.âÂ
Starting to walk backâyou briefly wave. If he was a cockier man, heâd have called you nervous. âIâll see you at the talent show, ex-husband.â
âHopefully sooner, ex-wife.â
âOh- yes, the upcoming parent-teacher meetings.â
âThatâŚâ Toji murmurs to himself. That too, he supposes.Â
And as he watches you leaveâŚKugisaki is the first to speak up. âNot even a date? Awww man, I hate slowburns.â
He gapes, âI uhâŚâ
âNo, he got scared of his feelingsââ Itadori adds. Toji squirms. âDid you know my uncle says he doesnât have feelings? My grandpa agrees.â
âDad.â Megumi pulls on Tojiâs t-shirt to get his attention.Â
âYes, son?â
And so deadpan, so unexpected- âYou fumbled just like Klay Thompson.â
Dammit, son.
Speedwalking to the school with them. âThe fuck just happened?â
That one he mouths- he mouths. But Inumaki writes that one down fast-
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE? CURRENTLY ON HOLDâŚ
Reason: Parent-teacher meetings.
Status: Dire. Auraless. Megumi doesnât claim him.
Will the plan have to be abandoned?!
âSo.â
âSoâŚâ Youâre twiddling your thumbs together on top of the desk, eyes trained on Toji whilst his own dart around the colorful classroom. âMegumiâs such a good kid- honestly thereâs nothing more to say about him.â
Because today was the day of parent-teacher meetings; that half-an-hour where parents sit before you and leaf through crayon drawings and mathematics that made them cringe. Toji himself hadnât been the biggest fan of them when Megumi was youngerâwhy the fuck would kindergarteners need parent-teacher meetings?!
But now that his teacher was youâŚ
At least it gave him something even more to look forward to.
So he sets his elbows on your desk and leans inâevery meeting had been conducted sitting on opposite sides of your teachersâ desk. It was far too much proximity for his poor heart to takeâbut you sure as hell wonât hear him complaining.
Not a single peep.
He glides his roughened fingertips over the pages before him- Megumi was never the type to be cagey about his grades. And either way he did get everything above an 80%.Â
Toji tries not to let the tips of his lips twitch upwards into a smileâespecially as he looked over one of the artworks that Megumi had done: a slightly-smudged drawing of three small figures, one with pink hair, another with a brown bob-cut, and then a portrait of himself.Â
And then two larger figures on either side of them
Toji and yourself.
The prompt had been Megumiâs familyâŚ
âYou should be very proud, yâknow.â Your gentle voice breaks through the quiet air in the classroom.Â
Toji had come slightly after the other parents, as organizing Megumiâs little sleepover at the Itadori household (with Kugisaki and Todo in tow) had been absolute chaos. Today theyâd offered to take the children in because apparently Itadori had gotten some earthworm movies heâd wanted to share. And though Megumi didnât seem particularly excited at the prospect of earthworms, heâd been begging for weeks to have this sleepover.Â
Now. The sunlight dipped beneath the horizon outside, casting the classroom into its warm embraceâlike kindling fire. The light bounced off your features and touched his lips, too. Where things were perpetually encased in day and the hours were hot and lazyâlike the leaping spark from a fireplace.Â
For the first time in a long time, Toji lets himself smile. âYeah. Yeah, I am.â
Youâre nodding with a smile- âHe speaks about you a lot, did you know that?â Once Toji shakes his head, youâre continuing. âAbout how strong you are, about how youâre funnyââ Your nose crinkles, â-but an awful cook.â
âHey!â Toji squawks, indignified. âI try.â
âI know.â Something about that felt so knowing. âIt really is a pleasure having Megumi in my class- heâs quiet but I think Yuji and Nobara are slowly bringing him out of his shell. Heâs diligent. Heâs quietly kind. Heâs a sensitive kid, he notices things faster than most.â
âIâm sure he gets that from me.â He smirks.
You hum, staring at the blood-orange sky outside. Thereâs a long pause before you speak againââAnd I think itâs sweet how heâs trying with his friends to set the two of us up.â
Tojiâs jaw drops.
Actually drops.
For a moment heâs speechlesâhell, he thinks he might be speechless till the end of time. Sure, heâd guessed that you mustâve noticed something being offâŚbut he never thought youâd actually realize the two of you are being set upâ!
You catch the look in his eyes- âOh, câmon. You didnât think I wouldnât notice, did you?â
âI uhâŚâ
âThe cookies. The wingmanning. The wedding. The plans-â Stifling a laugh. âElementary schoolers arenât very good at whispering, you know that?â
âDamn.â Toji fists his hands, softly thumping them against the table. âAnd here I thought a bunch of elementary schoolers could fix my love lifeâŚâ
You humâsomething coy in your tone. âWhy donât you fix it yourself?â
And Tojiâs snapping his head up so fast that he thinks he mightâve caught whiplash-
âWould youâŚâ He swallows. He starts off unsurely. ââŚmaybeâŚlike to get coffee sometime-â
âYes.â
Barely waiting till the sentence flies off his tongue before you respond- it makes Toji wonder whether youâve been waiting for this as long as he has.Â
Embarrassment shows in your slightly-frantic movements, as you start picking at the stationary on your desk and smoothing out your clothes. Nervous. It hits him. âI uhâŚyouâre my last meeting of the day, actually. Iâm free to grab some coffee now, if you want?â
Heâs never agreed to anything faster in his life.
Less than twenty minutes later and the two of you have found yourselves in the cute new coffee shop down the road. The faintest memory of sugary goods still etched on your smiling lips, and your cups of drinks warming your handsâthe two of you were sitting and talking at a window booth when the rain had started.
âOh, shitâŚâ You peer outside. âYou were right.â
âHm?â Toji takes a sip of his black coffee.
âThe weathermen always lie.â
More than the panging warmth at the idea that youâd remembered a throwaway comment heâd said- was what youâd followed that sentence up with.
âHey, I know this is out-of-the-blue, butâŚI donât have an umbrella with me, and taxis are costly this time of evening.â You shift in your seat, avoiding his eyes for perhaps the first time since heâs met youââMy apartmentâs close by if youâd wanna maybe grab an umbrella from there? You could even hang around until the rain subsides, if you wantâŚâ
This time, itâs his turn to reply embarrassingly fast. âFuck yeah.â
And so youâd ran.
Youâd ran hot on each otherâs heels as though someone was chasing youâmaybe fear, maybe your inhibitions, maybe the feeling that Fushiguro Toji wanted to kiss you so badly.
So bad.Â
Youâre sploshinâ the five-minute walk it takes to reach your apartment- before youâre both darting inside and closing the door to the world. Just the two of you. On opposite sides of the narrow vestibule connecting the entrance to the living room. To your bedroom.
Toji presses himself against the cream-colored wall and breathes in. heavy.
This entire place carried your sweet, sweet scentâand it was driving him crazy.Â
In front of him, your hands seemed to absent-mindedly reach for the umbrella holder- blindly clasping around one polished handle. âI uhâŚâ
âYou-â
Youâre both attempting to speak at the same timeâthen abruptly stop when the other speaks. You gesture for him to continue, and he does the same for you-
âI just meant- hereâs your umbrella.â
âThanks.â Like a zombie, heâs reaching out and clasping it.Â
This was itâthis was really it.
He was about to leave.
He was about to wake up from this dream.
Before Tojiâs letting the umbrella drop to the floor- and youâre both crashing into one another. Itâs built and builtâand the coil of tension had tightened and tightened before finally snappingâ!
Lips against lips.
Tongues against teeth.
His lips sliding against yours and positively ravishing youâone of his large hands finds purchase on the back of your head. His warm touch. Toji feels the pretty pulse on your neck quicken as he tips your head back and delves his tongue even deeper - memorizing the taste of you to every crevice in his brain.Â
Your essenceâŚhe wants it imbued into him.
Absolutely starving.
He just couldnât get enough of you.
He just couldnât get enough of you.
The two of you are making out sloppily- and the sounds of lips lifting from lips permeates your entire apartment. Punctuated occasionally by the hollow grunts that Toji himself was letting off.Â
Your cunt twitches between your legs - and youâre pressing yourself into Toji even further. Pushing against his toned body. Rolling your hips against the raging, hot erection thatâd found itself home in his pants. Just the sheer size of it- the thickness, the way it throbbed against you was enough to make you let out a soft, simpering nose.
One that heâs gladly swallowing up wholeâgreedily, even. Because thatâs exactly what he was.
A fucking greedy man for everything thatâs to do with you.
And heâs waited for far too long.
In no time, youâre taking him by his larger hand and pulling him to your bedroom. Leaving the umbrella and your reservations behind.Â
Toji lets out a hallowed groan as heâs being pushed back into the bed- the backs of his knees hitting the mahogany bed frame. Your hands flying to the ties of his trousers. Your own knees striking the floorâ
âEasy thereâŚâ Toji brushes one hand down the side of your face- reaching back into your scalp and tightening. âDonât want my girl to get hurt.â
âYour girl?â You grin. âYou havenât even asked me out on a proper date yet.â
âAnd you should be buyinâ me dinner before this. Lecher.â
Youâre huffing as youâre able to tear that wretched fabric off his muscular legs- finally. And your jawâŚdropsâŚ
He was soâŚ
Fucking big.Â
From the moment his achinâ cockâs freed, Toji springs out and seems to pulse even thickerâthe start of his base reminding you of one of those soda cans. Toji reaches down to wrap his other hand âround it, his palm covering some of the dark curls decorating his pelvis, and he seems to look even bigger when framed like this.
Rock-hard. Covered in numerous veins.
They were dappled all across his inches and throb-throb-throbbing- so ravenously hard that Tojiâs length twitched the moment heâs feelinâ the cold bedroom air.Â
And not only was he big, but that curve of his shaft was delicious.
It made you wonder what itâd feel like to have him curve up insideâŚ
Upwards tilted. That crown of his craning up at the ceiling. The pointed end of his cock ended off with his blushinâ mushroom tip- so fat nâ already soaked in his wads of sopping precum. The color of it was the prettiest tannish pink youâve ever seen in your entire lifeâand so you really couldnât help but lean down and press a chaste peck-
The taste of his salted-caramel pre takes over your tastebuds immediately.
âO-ohâŚâ Tojiâs head throws backwards with a gravelly groan. âDonât go teasing me now, doll.â
âYouâre the one thatâs been teasing me this entire time.â You counter. Though youâre looseninâ your jaw and taking him in even further. Inch by solid fucking inch.
Itâs hard to stuff Tojiâs cock all down your throat like you so-badly wanted- he was big. Nâ those zig-zagging veins down his length made you want to lingerâŚmassaging the roof of your mouth with a few semi-gulps that rub his inches on top. Again and again.
Youâre shuttering your eyes and moaning deep into his shaft at the carnal scratch he somehow seemed to soothe.
âAh ahââ Youâre hearing him before youâre feeling him- suddenly, two thick fingertips are pinching your poor nostrils together. Eyelids flapping open to stare up at him.
Toji has the most cocky smile across his beautiful scarred lips as he peers down at you. âNow whatâs this about refusinâ to take me anymore?â He asks you, punctuating the that of his sentence with a thorough nudge of his bulbous tip down your throat. âYou donât wanna take me any further, doll? Or youâŚâ
And another.
Though, this time, it wasnât a nudge at all.
And Tojiâs massive length is pushing apart the wet walls of your throat- and mazing his throbbing cock inside. The noises youâre letting out when you slurp him up are so prettyâ
And the older man uses his second hand to wipe a stray tear off your cheeks, â-canât?â
âMmmâmmmfg.â Choking down both your needy sobs nâ your breaths. Youâre clawing at his thicks- so thick and toned.Â
âWhat? Whaaaat?â He pinches your nose even harder. âWhaâs the matter, teach?â
âYou-â Barely able to mangle out some semblance of coherent syllables - youâre going cross-eyed trying to both take him in deeper, and look at the fingers blocking off your airway. âMmm- ngh.â Whatever mess of a sentence that was meant to be, itâs coming out embarrassingly jumbled.
Embarrassingly so.
And tears are just starting to stream down your cheeks- your cuntâs getting even wetter at his actions and pushing against his toned calf- once he finally lets go. Finally.Â
With a loud pwah! youâre removinâ your swollen lips off of his cock. Feeling for your poor nose thatâs startinâ to stingââSo mean, Toji. I shouldâve bit that dick off.â You joke.
He looks at you with a leer, âWe both know that out of the two of us, youâd be the most disappointed with that.â And it was true- it really was true. But Toji takes it a step further by lazily reaching his calf over and pushing it against your cunt. Dripping wet even through those panties of yours- your pretty dress was hiked up nâ already exposing that sweet puddle thatâd formed in the middle of your underwear.Â
His mouth waters at the sight.Â
âSee what I mean?â Then Toji straightens up and pats the top of his manspread thighs. An invitation.Â
âBut, I havenât evenâŚâ
âSâokay.â He nods at you reassuringly. You didnât have to worry about any of that needing to please shit with him- heâd be the one driving you wild tonight. âI have something even- heh, sweeter in mind.â
And hopefully every night after that.
In a mere few moments, youâre settling yourself on Tojiâs lap. And then heâs attacking your mouth in a mind-numbing kiss, tongue swipinâ between your lips before ultimately sucking on those tastebuds of yours. Sucking. Like candy.Â
He then maneuvers the two of you to then drape you across the sheets; slightly sodden with lust and perspiration. The blankets stick against your clammy skin as Toji presses your hips down on the mattress- âDown, girl.â His fingertips dig into the side of your waist.
âWhatâs that about not teasing?â You pant.
With a low chuckle, Toji presses a peck on the left side of your hipsâthen creeps himself down until his handsome features were huffinâ and puffinâ against your sodden cunt. His own hot breath seemed to reach out to youâcurling, cloooouding, it seemed to stroke down that watery slit of yours. âFushiguro Toji never teases.â
âYouâre teasing right-â
âMâjust waiting for the perfect moment.â And thereâs not a second wasted- before Toji lurches himself nose-deep between your legs and gives your dripping pussy a good lick!
âO-ohâŚâ Your mouth waters at the brazen touch- body jolting just a little. Though if you thought that Toji would let you so much as squirm whilst heâs locked between those thighs of yours, then youâd be sorely mistaken. His fingers dip down the expanse of your legs and clutches you close against his ravenous mawââArenât you going to take off my panties, Toji?â
âDonât be vulgar, doll.â He mutters- just to tease you. âMâgonna eat you through your panties, of course.â
And itâs the only warning youâre getting.
Before Toji latches his puckered lips to your cunt- properly, this time. And his loooooong tongue was lavishinâ across every inch of your pussy he can reach. Through your pantiesâToji gapes his mouth open and laps like a fuckinâ animal at the leaking slit your underwear was stick to, your swollen folds, your utterly needy button.Â
âMmmmpf-â Tojiâs prominent nose pushes apart your pussylips, and heâs feelinâ for that puckered, pretty nub. Already throbbing like youâve been so impatient for him this entire time.
He presses himself closely against your clit for a few secondsâthrob-throb-throb!
Like a ticking time bomb. Heâs driving himself absolutely wild; before snakinâ your panties to the side and thrashing his tongue against your raw cunt. Slurping. Sucking. Everything and anything of you he could find - heâs pushing himself so nose-deep into your pussy that he damn-near canât breatheâand eating you out like an animal. âMmmm, donât you move a s-single inch now.â Toji tightens his hold on your quivering legs. âI havenât even started yet.â
âStarted whatâŚ?â You babble out - your hips were yearning to push off the creaking mattress.
Though all it took was a fraction of his strength to pin you back down, roverinâ his tongue on the slick-glued insides of your folds. Rooooound and round in circles that left your mind dizzy. âHeh- what else dâyou think?â Toji answers. âMâteaching this pussy how to take Fushiguro Toji, that mouth of yours barely could.âÂ
âRude.â
Before you could pipe up anything more witty, heâs spankinâ four fingertips down on your glistening pussy. âSânot rude if itâs true.â
âIâm the teacher here, though.â
âThen maybe Iâm the principal.â He leers- swabbing the fat edge of his tongue into your hole. âGonna grade you and everythingâŚâ
âThatâs fuckinâ cornyââ
âMade your pussy weep, though.â
And just in good time, too- because almost immediately heâs letting that first inch of his tongue fuck inside your cunt. Just the first inch. But it was already enough to make your toes curl nâ your back archâTojiâs wet muscle was just so thiiiiiiick.
Heâs plugginâ up your orifices with a mere few thrusts - the ridged texture of his tastebuds kneading your tight walls. Shovelling you open. Shovelling himself deeper inside. The flickerinâ tip of his tongue laps against some of your most tender areas nâ then pushes up into the sensitive roof of your cunt-Â
âSh-shiiiiitââ Youâre keening out in the prettiest trill heâs ever heard. Toji has the audacity to let out a wet giggle at your dripping core - clenching âround him.
His ears burn at the musical note- and before long, your folds are burning at the searing smack! that heâs planting on top of your cunt. Your head drops down to stare at him in shock.
âThatâs a C- for handling yourself.â He echoes. Two more spanks followâbefore Toji nuzzles your gummy pussy nâ laps his tongue across your clit. âBut an A for pretty moans.â
âI th-think that grading syllabus is a little- ngh! skewed, donât you think?â
Yet another spank.
âNot at all.â
He was merciless. Ruthless.Â
Absolutely impounding you with those slashing, scouring strokes of his - Tojiâs thrusts manage to reach so much deeper than youâd have ever guessed. And when he felt that his tongue was stuffed inside your pretty pussy far ânough, heâs flaring those edges outwards and scraping his tastebuds down the sides of your walls. Stimulating your snug channel sooooo fuckinâ goodâ
âSâthat so?â Toji flutters his long, dark lashes up at you. It takes a second for you to register that you might just have said that last thought out loud.Â
Though youâre merely steeling your expression and nodding-
Heâs plasterinâ his fingertips against your puckered pussy with a chuckle. âCute. But flatteryâs gonna get you nowhere- with all this damn squirming youâre doing, your Câs dropping down to a- haaaah, D.â
Your eyes pop open. âB-butâŚâ
âAnd just think-â Toji continues without a single speck of mercy for you. His tongueâs tunneling and thrusting- faster than your frenzied mind can keep up with. â-that if youâre reacting like this to just my long tongueâŚâ Thrust after thrust after thrustâthe curvaceous inches of his tongue donât leave a single bundle of nerve unprobed. Zig-zagging and swabbing wildly - your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. â-yer gonna fucking run away when it comes to my cock, doll.â
âOhââ Youâre tumbling your hips constantly up to him. Attempting to heighten the friction. âPromise I wonât. Promise-â
âAnd now look at you.â And after all heâs taught youâŚToji grasps his left hand underneath your arching body. Grabbing a nice handful of your ass cheeks- it makes him smile to watch your mouth drop in shock at the lecherous action. âDropped down to a D-.â
A fucking minus.
That earns you several more wet spanks. And then a fucking pinchâright on your clit.Â
And Toji merely trundles, âWhere the fuck does this pretty pussy think sheâs going?â
Crashing his lips intoâŚyours. Quiverinâ your weakened limbs around the back of his neck-Â
Your ankles are weakly latching themselves there- slightly glissading down his glossy strands. It messes up his hair just a little, and Tojiâs soon finding himself smirking against those pussylips.
âTchâŚfine, you get a B for neediness.â
Only a B?!
But perhaps it was better that youâd kept your mouth shut - mostly because you couldnât speak over the primal moans that kept escaping your throat - because then Tojiâs sinking his canines âround your clit and swervinâ his face aaaaaaall around your pussy. Every corner and inch.
Heâs fucking coating his features in a layer of your shimmering slick.
Like a damn medallion.
It clings to him in long, ropey excess.Â
âO-oh my godââ And then your trilling vocals break the very second that heâs intruding your hole once more- this time, with his fingersâŚ
You weave your own hands into Tojiâs sweat-dampened hair and hold on for dear life.Â
âHmmm, a little possessive, huh? Mâbumping that neediness to a- hah, A+...heh.â As a reward, youâre getting his textured lips encasing your sopping clitâjust so desperate and damn-near flinching with how hard you were pulsing between your legs. Needing. Needing.Â
Your breath comes out in stuttered bursts, and it takes everything in you to echo. âA-and what do I have to reach to- mm, get your cock, Toji?â
âI dunno, arenât you the one with a t-teaching degree?â Heâs babbling- before that haziness in his eyes clear up once he realizes what heâs just said. âNo, waitâIâm pretending to beâŚIâm the one gradinâ nowâŚâ
Toji looks down at your pussy as though offended. A spank wasnât enough, heâs properly spitting.Â
âThis pussyâs made me pussydrunk, heeeeh?â He scoffs nâ edges in to suckle on your clitâall while his two bulky fingers were scissoring between your pussylips. âAn A+ for thatâŚâ
Pussydrunk.
Though youâre not doing too well yourself.
Youâre just sizzling from the very insides - even your very vessels seemed to be vibrating with that carnal sort of needy for him. And as Tojiâs slashing strikes with his fingers accelerate, so does that kindling pit of pleasure in your stomach. âI th-think mâclose, TojiâŚâ
âClose?â Tojiâs breath hitches. âClose? And we havenât even finished the grading yetâbuck up, doll, because mânot holding back anymore.â
âTh-that was you holding back?!â
Evidently so.Â
And you can surely attest to thatâin mere moments, heâs adding in a third finger with a lecherous slurp! of his honed inches beinâ all sucked in. Down every single joint. Down to his damn knuckles; youâre feeling those mountainous ridges push up against your sensitive pussy, and Tojiâs three fingers were rovering and reeeeeaching every single spot inside.Â
Claiming them as his.Â
Toji laps up a silken line of slick thatâd dripped from your cunt and down his wristâyou were claiming him as yours, tooâŚâGot a second to hear your grades, doll?â Whilst the desperate pleads start to bubble at your throat- âWonât be givenâ you this cock until you doâŚâ
âThen tell them to meââ You shriek. Haaaauling at the thick tufts of his scalp, âFucking tell them, Toji.â
âWell, manners fuckinâ F.â Toji huffs- but he couldnât fool you. Ohhh, the expression on his face was pure ecstasy as you guided his lapping face around your cunt. âBut manners for this pussyâŚhmmmmâŚB.â
âOnly a fucking B-â
âRoughness: used to be C- but oh, mâthinking itâs now an A.â He comments - the more and more frustrated you become, the more your carnal urges surface. Your grip is searing on his scalp. Your legs are locking around his neck. âDoesnât mean you can go easier on me now, teach.â
âFuh-fuuuuck, Tojiââ
âWetness: A+ of course.â Rolling his eyes as if that should be obvious, âSweetness: A++.â
âFuck-â
âThat mouth of yours? D.â
âFuck you.â
âMâtrying to. And hmmmm, about the way she clenchesâŚâ He ponders- before then directly diverting his round, rotund fingertips to the spot just a few inches into your channel. Heâs already mapped your smallest ridges nâ crevices out by all of these thrusts- and youâre feeling pure white-hot pleasure run down your spine as Toji then rams his dexterous fingers into your fucking g-spot. âThatâs an A+++â
Because of course, youâre keeping him hostage.
Of course, youâre squeezing your velvety walls around him until his joints were turning whiteâand Tojiâs fingers were havinâ a tough time moving back and forth stuffed between those clingy walls of yours.Â
And yetâŚheâs scissoring apart your needy grip and ramminâ into your deepest, most sensitive depths.Â
Again and again and again- âYeahâŚthis pussyâs definitely gonna take me now. Isnât that right, teach?â But the only thing your fried head can urge you into doing is nodding. âThaâs what I thought. Dumbification: A.â Toji cocks his head. âDonâtcha think Iâm being too nice with these grades?â
Shaking your head fervently- through sobs.
âMmmmâŚwell, I think I am.â His canines teasingly grip your clit and draaaaag that swollen nub out. âSâalright doll. After this, you can grade my cock when sâtimeâŚâ
He smirks - still keeping that firm attachment onto your most sensitive place - and you can feel it. You can feel itâ
âAnd you can be as fuh-fuckinâ ruthless as you want.â Tojiâs long fingers then curl inside your cunt for a final time beforeâŚâBecause I know mâgonna be fucking my girl right.â
Before youâre shattering.
Breaking into your highâit first starts with an explosion of pleasure between your legs- before teleporting right up to your fuzzy head. Your thighs were quaking. Your pulse was thundering so loud you could hear it with your own ears- and it felt as though those torrential waves of bliss were just taking you over.
âOhâoh, fuck.â Clawing your hands through Tojiâs hair. The only anchor you had was this- and the tunneling digits that were fingering you to ecstasy- he was hitting at every peak. He was elongating your orgasm more than you ever thought possible. âFuck, fuck, fuck- fuuuuuck, Toji.â
âThaâs right- say my name.â He grunts. Such lecherous slurps! echoing from between those legs of yours as he sucked nâ sucked on your clit simultaneously. âSay my name- say my name. Whoâs making you feel this good?â
âToji.â You hiccup. âY-you, Toji.â
A sudden spank! resounds across all four corners of the room.
Your high crescendos even further than your limits- or at least what youâd assumed them to be.Â
âI was lookinâ for sir, but that works, tooâŚâ Your jaw drops at the boldness of this man.Â
âSir? D-donât think that youâre getting off easy when I- ngh, when I finally ride you stupid.â As the last few pangs of your orgasm shimmer through your body, youâre managing to gather your thoughts better than before. âWhat do you think youâd get anyway?â
Toji pulls off your oversensitive pussy with a loud plap! âAâs across the board.â
âOh, donât be so humble.â
With that said- youâre reaching out and grabbing Toji by the collar. He gets dragged upwardsâthe bed dips as the larger man cages you in with his strong forearms. He leers, âI think you pass, donât you?â You could see that somewhere during makinâ out with your pussy, Toji had tugged down his pants- likely to jerk himself off as he did so.
And his long cock stood aching and rock-hard between his legs.
That round, reddened tip of his seemed to wink up at you as he dribbled out a single bead of precum. Aaaaall the way from the edge of his cockhead, and aaaaaall the way down to his bushy black curls at the base.Â
Your mouth waters.Â
Hands on his body- his fingers tearing through your own fabric. Soon enough youâre naked beneath himâand heâs just as devastatingly bare. Perfectly-aligned abs. Chiselled pecs. Fushiguro Toji had a body that made him look as though he was hand-carved by Hercules himself- it was just so sensual the way his ladder-like core pushed down against yours.
And itâs so difficult to keep a stern face facing him when those bulky biceps of his were flexingâright next to your face.Â
But somehow you manage- you were a professional after all, werenât you?
âIâm serious about what I said on riding you stupid.â Youâre murmuring up at him, âFlip over.â
He smirks, âAnd if I donât?â
Within split-seconds, youâre grabbing a fistful of his hair and watch as his cock twitches at the rough manhandlingâat the way youâre turning the two of you over and straddlinâ his hips. Toji bucks with a groan underneath you, but youâre quicker than that- and youâre clasping a hand around his gulping throat. Sweaty and scorching to the touch .
âAh ah-â You tut. âYou already had your fun. Now itâs time for mineâŚâ
âAye aye, teach.â
âQuiet coyote.â
Toji mimes zipping his lips shutâbut thereâs openinâ back up again almost instantly once he feels your sultry hips swivelling down his cock. You duck a hand underneath yourself to grab his throbbing hilt- and before long, his wet tipâs smushing apart your pussylips. Heâs intruding that hole of yours and bucking up into where you needed him the most.Â
He shovels in a few more inches with an echoing sluuuurp! of your pussy viciously gulping him up.
âWhat did IâŚoh.â Beside yourself, your headâs throwing backwards at the sheer pressure he was creating inside. âWhat did I say about staying still?â
âActuallyâŚyou didnât say anything about that.â That grin of his was infuriatingly handsome. âStill, mmm, cockdrunk?â
âYou wishâŚâ Though that wasnât an outright denial.
It was true that your mind was coiled with fog after your last orgasm; the dopamine still coursing through your body. And the way that Tojiâs thickened, textured length was pushing your walls aside wasnât helpingâit was making you feel sensations so raw and carnal- that salivaâs dripping down one side of your mouth after a mere few semi-thrusts.
Just the bulging edge of Tojiâs tip scourinâ your channel inwards.
âAwww, donât tell me I was right?â He asks you- and it registers as mere distant words. Toji reaches out his right hand and wipes away that splatter of spit - before bringing it up to his own mouth and sucking. What an animal. âCanât grade olâ Tojiâs cock? Or is it- heh, so good that Iâm breaking all the scales?â
âYou fucking-â
âYeah yeah, wish- right?â He scoffs meanly. But honestlyâŚhe might be teasing you but he was completely infatuated with the idea of your smart mouth babbling for him like this.
The way you were twitchinâ with every light graze of his flared tip.
Your insides were getting used to him, and Toji was only stuffing himself even deeper. âRightâŚâ Though of course- Toji himself wasnât doing all too hot. Just a single one of your adhesive-like clenches and he canât help but buckâ
âEasy, eeeeasy- you can take me, my girl.â He grits his teeth. He blinks back the tears in his eyes. Heâs guiding your impatient hips nâ grinding your cunt dooooown onto his pelvis. âFuck- fuck, and how dâyou grade the stretch?â
Your eyes pop open. âThe stretch?â
âMhm- the streeeeetchâyeah?â Tojiâs chest rumbles in delight as he watches your every microexpression and reaction. Even the smallest curlings of your toes. âSuch a big stretch feels good, yeah?â
âMhm- I rate it aâŚâ Your jaw hangs open- as though to purposefully influence your grading, heâs shovelling his length a few more times. Faster. âB.â
And thatâŚwhat the fuck?!
âA fucking what?â That makes Tojiâs maw gape, and his handsome face twist into something of bewilderment. You look at him and you honestly let out a little chuckle - but that seems to only spur his driving hips even further. âOh noooo, doll. Youâre joking.â
âI said what I said.â Biting back. âItâs a B becauseâŚâ Throwing your head back and archingâyouâre gaining more movement in your hips and letting him push inside. â-youâre just not- fuck. Bottoming. Out. Fucking do it alreadyâ!â
His feet plant ever-so-slightly on the ricketing mattress- and that means you were feeling the plushness of his muscular thighs against your back. Those tendons and rippling strength. Thereâs honestly nothing more for you to do but gnaw down on your trembling lower lip in the hopes that those embarrassing noises wonât escape-
Because Toji then glues his hands upon either side of your hips and slams your cunt down onto him.
Itâs such incredible friction. Itâs so many of his winding veins- pushinâ apart your walls and scouring you all overâ
Youâre arching your back into him and gasping- âAâŚâ
âA what?âÂ
âA for your veins.â And that honestly manages to catch him off-guard and make him let out an exhilarated bout of laughter. Being in your presence was like four shots of espressoâfucking you was four shots of vodka. Straight. Heâs dizzy and heâs clamorinâ his numerous inches up your pretty channel, watching as you drip glittering globs of slick all âround him.Â
âOhâŚâ Toji seems to grow even bigger inside you. He grips you as hard as your pussy was clenchinâ him. âKeep going-â
âAnd a- fuck, an A for your paceââ Just perfect. Dizzingly fast; whilst still being steady and balanced enough that you were able to feel his textured length slipping into every spot he needed to slip intoââAnd aâŚa fucking F for your attitude.â
âHeyâŚâ Toji juts his scarred lip out in a mock-attempt at a pout. âDonât imply mâsassy when your pussy speaks like that to me.â
Right on cue, youâre letting out some of the most sinful slurps as your cunt slaps right down onto him. Onto his hefty balls.Â
Tojiâs thick brows raise at the sounds- even he didnât think that your pussy could get this chatty. Mouth falling agape as he watches you drip-drip-driiiip.
Youâre grabbing onto both of Tojiâs sculptured deltoids for balance, increasing your pace as your legs start to grow limp. Perhaps noticing your little struggle, heâs supporting one of your legs with his left handâand thumbing over your clit with his right. âAnd then? What elseâdick got yer tongue?â
âYou fuckinâ wish.â You snipe back.
âYeah.â Toji simply replies. Without a single warning, heâs craning his head up and signalling you to open your mouth- instinctually, your tongue sticks out. Perfect for him to spitâa heaping mess between your lips. âYou looked so pretty with my cock stuffed down your throat, too.â
Grumbling - though it was just for show - yet you swallow. âThat was a B- since you almost missed.â One of your hands reaches up to swipe at the splattered saliva piled on the edge of your mouth.
âOh, no.â With such a loving glint in his eyes, heâs leaning up and kissing the mess heâd just left behind. âThat was totally on purpose, doll.â
âF-filthyâŚâ
âYou know it, teach.â
Both of your bodies were slick with sweat and glissading against one another- Toji himself was especially frenzied with his movement. His thrusts. His battering rams. The way his pointed tip struck the end of your cervixâbottomed-out, and then smeared apart your channel to drag aaaaaaall the way back down. Aaaaaaall the way back in.
And through it all- youâre sputtering out the same ruthless grading of his cock. Red-hot and ruining your insides with every thrust. Pump after pump- âDeepnessâŚB.â
Bruising his tipâs circumference at the very back of your pussy. Dribbling out ribbons of pre.Â
âHmmm, alright a B+.â Pleasure runs through your body the more nâ more Toji grows irritated- because that meant the more he was trying to prove himself. The harder he was fucking you. âAnd the- hah, curve: an A.â
âDamn right.â That, he could most certainly be proud of. That slightly upwards curve of him was the perfect shape to mold your walls- to let his honed tip be the searchlight.
And your sweetest spots were what he was aiming for.
After a few more vulgar strokes, Tojiâs rediscovering and ramming himself into none other than your g-spot. That throbbing bundle of nerves thatâd just kept on and on waiting for him to probe you with his shaftâperhaps a bit too long at thatâŚâWhat took you so long to find that spot again, Toji?â
âTake it easy on meâŚâ He pleads with a slight hint of amusement. âYour pussy was to- mmm, hypnotizing. You canât blame a guy for taking a little timeâŚneedy fuckinâ pussy.â
That last bit was said to himself- underneath his breath, in fact.
And yet, your proximity means that youâre catching onto every single word - and without a split-second of hesitation youâre countering back. âOh? What was thatâŚIâm sorry, maybe I was- hngh, hearing things? Because it just sounded to me like you wanted all your g-grade to plummet to an F?â
His lips part. âYou wouldnâtâŚâ
You peck him on the mouth. âTry. Me.â
And fuuuuuckâitâs clear heâs not expecting the way that sends pangs of excitement coursing through every inch of him. Itâs clear he doesnât know what to fucking do with himself- once he propells his ruddied cockhead to hit against the door to your womb.
And Tojiâs thighs are left shivering at the way your walls immediately rush to embrace him.
Suctioning him.
A ribbon of drool drips slowly from the edge of his mouth, âA-and what do I have to do to make it up?â
âHmmmm?â The fact that you made the Fushiguro Toji stutter so blatantly like thisâŚit was driving you wild. It was making the cockiest smile plaster across your face- he wanted to kiss it away so bad but you were teasingly inching your lips away, making him work for it.Â
He growls and repeats- âWhat do I have to fucking do to get- hah, extra credit? To make up for myâŚâ Tojiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs. â-mistake.âÂ
âThere now. Was that so hard to- hah, admit?â You coo. âGimme a D.â
âHuh?â Toji gapes. âArenât you the one supposed to be- ngh, giving out the grades?â
âYeah, I know. Iâm just telling you to shut up and fuck me harder with your fat dickââ
âYes, maâam.âÂ
He lightly stirs his hips in semi-circular motions to get the most out of his veiny cock- to make sure that those prized nâ precious vessels were massaging your insides just right. âFuck-â Your entire upper half is shaking from stimulation - âFuck, fuck, fuuuuuckâjust like that.â
âHngh, oh yeah?â Honed canines beared.
âFaster-â And he listens.
âHarder.â And he listens once more.
âFucking-â Youâre it escape you in a trilling tone. â-b-breed meâŚâ
Tojiâs breathless once the words register to him. âYes, maâamâŚâÂ
Pumping up into you - meeting your bouncinâ cadence - like he was angry with you. Like he was trying to shove to your deepest depths nâ then probe his erect cock even further. Like he was trying to meld your bodies into oneâ
He was fucking you in a way that was so animalistic.
And Toji canât help it- fuck, he canât help but throw his head backâit just feels so good. Eyes shuttering. Brows furrowing. His hips unsticking from the now-dampened bedsheets to arch properly up into you-
But thatâs when he feels those familiar fingers âround his throat again.
âAh ah ahââ You tut. Your vision was just a little bleary from all the tears and pleasure clogging up your mind- âAnd who said you could- hah, move, hm? Seems like youâre the one running away, not me. What? Scared mâgonna milk you too hard, Fushiguro Toji?â
He growls. âYou littleâŚâ
âF- for handling yourself.â Remembering just how much heâd teased you earlier for similar reactions just made these words so much sweeter on your tongue. âIn factâŚâ
Toji looks eagerly up at you through his bangs.
To which youâre taking your lazy time changing your sloppy cadence into figure-eights instead. It swerved nâ stirred his pussy around your depths; and made it so that the most sensitive parts of Tojiâs veins - that pinkish line underneath his slit, the frailest of his veins, where his balls rested - were being stimulated. Making him pour out wads of precum into you as though it was a waterfallâ
âSee me after class.â
âFuck yes.â Toji grunts to himself- his hair was flying into his face, and every bit of his skin seemed to be furiously flushed. âFuckâfuck, I need to cum inside you.â
Plap after plap after plap! of his hips hitting yours. âMhmmmââ
âI n-need to fill you up until here-â His thumb briefly detaches from your clit to graze your lower stomach, where your womb was wont to be. âI need to feel it pouring out of you- then fuck it all back in.â And he was pistoning into you like it, too.
âShit, mâclose-â
Hard. Fast. The wads of his sappy precum only get stronger and more frequent - âI n-need toâŚâ
Tojiâs voice hatches into nothingness in his throat, and youâre cooing down at him cutely. âWhatâs thaaaat?â
âNeed you to make me a f-father for a second time.â Toji utters.
And then with a particularly hard press on your heart-shaped, swollen clitâyouâre both tumbling into your highs together. Tumbling into one another as you both hold each other through your strong orgasms - even stronger than the one youâd had prior.
Zaps and twinges of pleasure.Â
Goosebumps dapple across your skin.
Your spine arches into him.Â
Now you have Tojiâs ravenous cock bulging into your walls- his globular tip searchinâ for every sweet spot and pinpointing them using his shape. That only elongated the sparks of your high until it felt never-ending; and dopamine washes over your body and leaves you wracking. Hands clawing down wherever you could latch onto the older man. Your knees squeezing tighter around his waist to milk him through his own euphoria. âYesâyes, just like that.â
âOhâŚoh, look at the way mâdripping out of youâŚâ Tojiâs mouth unfastens. Your cunt had already been bloated around his cock- now with his volumes of cum being webbed up inside, it was almost too much for you to handle.
And Tojiâs orgasm rips through him strongâeven his powerful limbs were wrapped around you as he powered through it. His thumb tremblinâ as he rolled and rolled.
He breathes out hot and heavy when those fingers of his dare to wonderâŚright along where a sheen was spreading along your inner-thighs. Every satiny drop of cum he was pouring out gets slid down your cervix- and then trickles deep inside of you. âSo messy, this pussy oâ mine.â
âYours?â You gasp. Though even that tiny reaction meant you feel his warm wetness splosh! inside you.
âMhmmmââ He nods drunkenly. Left arm wrapping behind you and pulling you to him - resting you against his chest. âBut donât worryâŚthis cock is yours, too.â
You scoff. âThe audacity. Didnât I give this cock an F?â
âYeah, you sure did give me a fuck.â
You decide that the only way to shut up him is to overstimulate him by fuckinâ himâperhaps unfortunately for you, Fushiguro Toji seemed to have had the same idea.
âMmm, now what about the parent-teacher meeting? We already- oh, handed out the grades, didnât we?â Heâs whispering in your ear once heâd somehow manhandled you into a doggy position. Sculpted abs pressed against your spine. Beefy arm wrapped around your throat in a headlockâ
âT-to say what?â Youâd wheezed out.
âThat mânot done fucking this pussy pregnant.â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMIâS (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHERâPHASE FIVE: đ˛đđđ đđâŚ
Itâs so over.
Today was the day of the talent show; and Fushiguro Megumi had never felt more untalented.Â
And noâŚit wasnât because of any of the other competitionâif he had any idea how these things go, at the end they were going to say that everyone won and everyone gets a prize. This was elementary school, after all. And he was quite grown up.Â
Anywaysâthe point is his, Itadori, and Kugisakiâs magic show had been quite the hit amongst parents especially.
And that wasnât why he was feeling untalented.Â
It wasnât because Todoâs PG-censored version of a Megan Thee Stallion song had been honestlyâŚquite good. It wasnât because Yutaâs puppeteering act had been something thatâd drawn endeared laughter from both kids and parents alike. It wasnât even because of the act that was happening right nowâŚwhere Inumaki was standing alone on center stage with a notebook opened up in his hands. The last act of the night.
The rest of the show had gone swimmingly.
Inumaki was a bit more of the quiet type, but at this moment he speaks into the mic loud and clear.Â
âFor my talent today, I am going to read out vocabulary words taught to me by Fushiguro-san. Thank you Fushiguro-san!â
The audience coos and turns to try and find the aforementioned man.
From his position peaking-in from backstage, Megumi watches his father pale from the first row. And then sink deeper into his seat.
Deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper-
âBud.â
Though the rest of the audience nods in sweet endearment- Tojiâs damn-near jumping out of his seat in surprise. That wasâŚclearly not what he had been expecting.
Not at all.
Inumaki continues.
âCookie.â
And Toji has gathered enough bravery toâŚperhaps properly sit up in his seat. Clapping along with the other parents- looking around to make sure that he wasnât just hearing things. And this was actually what Inumaki was reciting.
âConcussion.â
That one draws some admiring sounds. Such a big word for such a small kidâgood on Fushiguro Toji, right?
He might just be safeâŚ
âAnd divorce.â That one draws mixed reactions- but Inumaki closes his infamous blue notebook, and Toji lets out a sigh of relief - one that was nearly audible backstage.Â
Along with the rest of the parents, he can whole-heartedly start clapping now. Maybe even throw in a cheer or two.
Let the audience know that he was the mastermind behind such academic advancements. Yeah, maybe they should pay him.
But Inumaki wasnât done yet.
âAnd my favorite yetââ Which one was it? Which other important vocabulary word had Toji so graciously bestowed upon this kid? Which other aspect of his life had Toji alleviated by the sharing of precious, precious knowledge? Inumaki firmly grips the mic. âIs fuc-â
Megumi leaps onto stage and snatches the microphone out of Inumakiâs hand before he can complete that specific wordâŚ
But the implication must have been evident either way, because then each set of eyes turns behind to the black-haired man. And glares. Toji flips them off. The applause is more polite than willing now. Then he decides that heâs never showing his face âround here again, heâs never stepping a foot through those damn multi-colored doors if it fucking kills him, heâs neverâ
Just then, youâre stepping onto the stage and graciously taking the mic from Megumi. Heâs so back.
âHello? Is this thing on?â You chuckle into it.Â
And TojiâŚToji knows. He knows he wouldnât mind being thrown a dirty look from every single person he meets- so long as youâre there to spot him out in a crowd. Tugging his son close to youâas you beckon all the other kids on-stage and start your speech.
Itâs mostly thanking those that made it possible; the parents, the staff, and especially the students. Toji isnât quite ashamed to admit that heâd been too busy drowning in your gorgeous tone to even register your wordsâ
Expectedly, you were telling the kids that everyone won - and Principal Yaga had been called on-stage to hand out prizes to every one of the kids. And as Fushiguro Megumi holds his prize - a custom trophy with his name, a certificate, and a bunch of art supplies - heâs suddenly remembering why heâd been feeling so untalented.
It had been a week since Phase Four of the mission to get you and his father together. And it had been a few days since parent-teachers meeting and Toji had come to pick him up the next day, smiling dopily.
Megumiâs sure his fatherâs losing his marbles.Â
And he has the strange, sinking feeling that after tonight- theyâd either forget about the plan or abandon it altogether. Feeling so hopelessâitâs so over.
âHey, FushiguroâŚâ Itadori not-so-successfully whispers to the black-haired boy, ultimately drawing attention from whomever was around the two of you. âFushiguro, isnât that your dad coming up the aisle?â
âAnd why does he have such a big bouquet of flowers?â Kugisaki adds on.
ThoughâŚonce Toji reaches the foot of the stage everything becomes very clear.
Because with a hand coming up to your mouth, and the spotlight shined on you, he lovingly hands you the plush bouquet of roses from below. Roses. Red, red roses.
With a silent thank youâyouâre kissing Toji on the cheek.
Every. Single. One of their jaws drop-
Inumaki starts scribbling something down in his notebook.
Yuta sticks an approving thumbs-up.
Even some of the parents in the audience whisper to one another - most nod approvingly.Â
And Toji catches Megumiâs eye to wink. âWeâll talk later.â He mouths.
Megumi nods mutely- excitement thrums through him so fast that his fists clenchâand Itadori has to clasp onto them. They succeeded? They really, truly succeeded?
His eyes are glimmering as he turns to Itadori and Kugisaki- both nodding excitedly in agreement. They couldnât squeal like they wanted to right now with Yagaâs speech droning on in the background, but afterâŚafter, they had a loooot of questions for the new couple.Â
Together; they loop their arms together in a silent victory.
Theyâre so back.
Though being silent was never something for Todo Aoi.
Yelling.Â
âFushiguro Toji rizzed Ms. Teacher before GTA 6â?!â
Status: W.Â
A/N. Honestly AHAHAH- this was so unserious.
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Ë ŕŁŞâGOD IS A WOMAN 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâSILLY GIRL 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâNAUGHTY GIRL 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâJUNO 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâ FANTASY 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
.⌠ÝËHEADCANONS/DRABBLES - JJK MEN.âŚ
Ë ŕŁŞâJJK MEN'S FAV POSITIONS 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâBOYFRIEND CHOSO WHO LOVES OVERSTIMULATING YOU 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâBOYFRIEND!NERDJO 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâSUGURU AND HIS BALLERINA GF 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
.⌠ÝËSATORU GOJO.⌠ÝË
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Ë ŕŁŞâYOUR IDOL 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
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Ë ŕŁŞâSTRATEGY 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâBABY FEVER 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
Ë ŕŁŞâ RUDE! 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
.⌠ÝËTOJI FUSHIGURO.⌠ÝË
Ë ŕŁŞâDADDY'S HOME 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
.⌠ÝËSUGURU GETO.⌠ÝË
Ë ŕŁŞâFREAK 18+ Ë ŕŁŞâ
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Ricochet
You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're perfectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.
pairings - college student! Gojo x professor! reader
warnings - this story has yandere content (including babytrapping/stalking etc) Satoru 22, reader 30, reverse professor trope, power dynamics, push and pull. this part - free use, lots of tension, tons of emotions, some angsty parts, oral ( m and f receiving) fingering, breed kink, semi public sex, creampie, messyyy dynamics - psycho toru (he is more psycho than usual)
tysm for @venusthefrog for proofreading this chap for me!!! <3 I likely only have 2 more chaps for this psycho, I hope ya'll enjoy hehe
<<<part five - masterlist
part six
Free use.
What the fuck is free use?
Youâre googling that in fact â youâre a woman who loves to learn, after all, what better way than to research what your psycho student expects you all to be this week. You sort of get the gist of it, you think â as you study it carefully, blushing when you just so happen to see random links to X where people are indeed doing it. You canât watch this at work!?
âIt can be used any time,â you read to yourself quietly, tapping your pen on the desk. Your cunt was abused all damn weekend by Satoru, and you canât act like itâs not a delicious sort of pain. How he fucking stretched you out, how he felt when he was buried fully inside, the way his hot seed flooded your pussy, you felt it drip out this morning even.
He loved keeping you full of it. But nowâŚ
âEven when youâre working, cleaning, anything youâre doing the partner can simply use you â explicit consent beforehand. SubmissiveâŚâ
Are you submissive? You think you must be, even though your entire life youâve been independent, dominant, alone really â stuff youâve not shared with Satoru yet, and youâre a little afraid to. The deeper the two of you go, the more youâre going to get hurt from it all, and not just you, what if Satoru got hurt when this didnât work out?
How much of him is just obsessed with the taboo, how much of him is clinging to the way you care for him, and would that stay enough?
âIâm so stupid,â you whisper to yourself, eyes shutting tightly. âWhy am I acting like this can last?â
Why are you talking to yourself!?
Satoru has done a number on you, clearly.
You should enjoy him while heâs here, even if the terrifying realization that love declarations are right on the tip of your tongue hangs there over your head. You know if itâs not him moving on, itâll be his shitty parents pushing him for someone else, theyâve made it nice and clear youâre not good enough for someone like him, and as much as you act like it doesnât sting?
It does â it hurts seeing the clear class difference along with the eight years and the fact that youâre his teacher. Every ethical thing in your life is questioned by the simple fact that youâre falling in love with your student â your six-foot-four, psychotic, breed kink obsessed student who youâre in a full blown affair with.
Would you end up on some damn lifetime movie now!?
The knock knock knock on your door has you slamming your laptop shut quickly, heart racing so fast itâs pounding in your ears. âYes?â
âAre you busy, teach?â Of course itâs Satoru. You sigh, eyes shutting for just a moment.
âNo, um⌠you canâŚâ
He doesnât wait for permission, no heâs Satoru Gojo, so he just walks right inside, peering at you, you see the reflection of yourself in his glasses as he shuts the door behind him with a resounding click. âPerfect, I need you, sweetheart.â
âNeed me?â
âMhmâŚâ his eyes flicker across your body, hands tensing. âYou donât think youâre showing too much of those pretty tits in that?â
âI so am not!â You tug at your blouse, frowning. âIt shrunk in the dryer a bit, thatâs all. Itâs still professional!â
âProfessionally slutty,â he leans against the door, smirking at your pretty little scowl. âI should have you in those glasses and a little teacher costume just for me, beating my ass with a ruler.â
âWhat!?â He snorts at you.
âJust kidding. Iâd beat your ass.â
âGo on now,â you click your pen nervously, feigning irritation as if your knees arenât knocking together at the idea of him doing it. âYou canât be possessive and jealous of what I wear.â
Satoruâs lips curve up, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. âSure I can, arenât those titties just for me?â
âJesusâŚâ
âAs I said, I need you.â
âRight now!?â Satoruâs locking the door in your office, smirking right over at you as you sit the next day â a promotion, getting your own office from his father, what better than him fucking you in it?
âFree use this week â remember?â You blush when he walks over to you, hands entangling in your hair and tugging, your hands eagerly go to his belt buckle. âI can pick any hole, right?â
âIâm not doing anal the first time on campus, you perv!â You hiss, heâs grinning like the little psycho he is. âFine, any hole you psycho.â
âThen I want your mouth,â he murmurs, youâre so quickly on your knees he almost trips, smirking down at you. âDid you miss me already?â
âShh,â youâre tugging at his pants eagerly, giggling when you see the digimon boxers. âAww, so cute!â
âShut up,â heâs all blushing now like heâs a cutie pie and not a psycho.
âShut me up.â
âIâm so in love with you,â you laugh as if heâs kidding â heâs not fucking kidding, Satoru Gojo is as in love with his professor as any boy could be, especially when sheâs tugging the elastic of that waistband down, freeing his cock thatâs already dripping with white. âShut you up, hmm?â
âNext time is my choice,â you whisper as you lean forward just a bit, little pink tongue lapping at his leaky tip, making him have to cover his mouth to hide his whimper, leaning back on your desk. His knuckles whiten as he grips it so damn tightly, his breath catching.
âMnh⌠god your mouthâŚâ
You should feel more guilty, sucking your studentâs cock, a psycho student at that, but when heâs whispering your name and guiding his cock right along your tongue, the salty pre coating your tastebuds, you canât find it in you to be. Heâs mumbling incoherently in just the first motion of your mouth, easing his cock until the pink tip hits your uvula, making you swallow reflexively.Â
âFuck, just breathe,â he murmurs softly, glasses fogging up from his own damn breath as you choke on him, eyes glimmering. âPretty professor, youâre all fucking mine this week, huh? Mine to use any time I want.â
Your answer is a little whine, tears slipping hot from your eyes when he shoves deep, youâre gagging as you breathe through your nose, half of that nine inches already buried in your throat. Satoruâs eyes are dilated and dark as he mumbles your name over and over like a devotion, putting your hair into a firm ponytail in his fist and then tugging hard.
âAll mine,â youâre his to use â you think itâs only for the week, but you just fucking are his, all your holes belong to him, you belong to him. âThatâs it â f-fuckkâŚâ
You swallow him down deep in your throat, his hips begin to rock so that his cock is gliding even easier, your throat stretching as you look up into his eyes so goddamn pretty. He canât even handle how much he feels â beyond getting his cock sucked, what you fucking do to him was something he could never explain, the possessive nature just growing every minute with you.
Satoru could never let you go.
You donât want to end this either, itâs in your mind as he whispers that filthy mix of praise and degradation just how much you want it to last.
âYou love it, me using you, hmm?â Your answer is a whine, as he does just that, using your mouth exactly as he wants, stuttering as he presses you fully down by the back of your neck, until youâre choking on him. The office door is locked, but the thought of someone walking by, hearing the muffled sounds of your submission, makes your cunt clench around nothing.
You are damaged â never has it been more clear than the fact that sneaking around in your brand new office with your senior college student fucking your throat with wet filthy sounds. Youâre so damn needy your hand slips down between your thighs, touching yourself over those already soaked panties, trembling as your lashes flutter closed.
"Look at you," Satoruâs voice is broken with desire as he watches tears stream down your cheeks, easing into your throat while you take him deeper. "My pretty professor is on her knees fâme, choking on my cock. Aw, you cryinâ, baby? Look at that, mmm, sâpretty..."
You want to retort, to say something bratty to his ass â like, fuck you â but your mouth is too full of his thick length, your throat stretched beyond its means until itâs burning. Instead, you just moan around him, the vibrations making him hiss, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
This was the only other time youâve sucked Satoru aside from your class room, when he finished in your mouth, and both times had you craving impossibly more, to have that salty release down your esophagus, into your tummy. Your nails dig into his pants when he pulls back suddenly, letting you gasp for air in greedy gulps.
âYouâre touching yourself, teach?â He teases now, there are strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock just dissolving as he brushes your hair back gently. âDoes sucking you make you that wet?â
âMmm, just lemme finishâŚâ
âYou wanna swallow all this cum?â
Your answer is lapping back at his tip â Satoru hates wasting cum in your throat when he needs you full of him, but heâs not turning down his eager professor who is fingering herself as she sucks him. Satoru brushes your hair back and holds you there, moaning at the sight of you as he jerks his cock in filthy strokes.
âToru, stop teasing,â your brows are all drawn together in frustration, he chuckles as he holds you back.
âYouâre so wet I can hear it, messy lil pussy, godâŚâ Heâs pulsing as he drags his tip on your tongue. âYou love being used by me, any time I want.â
âShut up and cum, Satoru,â you finally say, exasperated and in that fucking teacher voice of yours, he moans out, spurts of cum landing right on your outstretched tongue, whimpering as he makes sure it all lands there.
As pretty as your face would look with cum, he wasnât going to do that to you, not when you have work â but as soon as you were just his? Oh heâd cover every inch of your body and face in it. You swallow him down, wrapping your lips around his tip, making his lashes flutter shut.
âIâm so mad you ever did this,â he mumbles all dizzy, youâre whining out, your fingers failing.
âYouâre toxic,â he laughs, tugging you up, leaving his cock all glittery with your spit, tugging you to him and kissing his taste off you. âMmm, you took every last drop, didnât you?â
Your answer is a whine, he laps his own flavor right off your tongue, when the door has a knock, you curse, eyes shutting.
âY-yes?â
âProfessor, I need some help with a project,â youâre aching and havenât cum, Satoru knows it too, smirking as he brushes your slit with his fingertips.
âToru, stop!â
âUse my fingers, baby.â
âProfessor?â
âYes Iâll be free in ten! Meet me in my classroom?â
âYes of course, thank you!â Satoru glares now as you smack his hand off.
âI donât like you spending time with other students,â you snort at him, tugging his boxers up for him and giggling all breathless. âDonât you laugh at me.â
âItâs insane, I donât look at anyone the way-â You pause, as the very real words threaten to spill from your lips.
Satoru knows it too, looking right at you, lashes trembling, tilting your chin up to peer down at you. âWhat way?â
âYou know,â he sighs, leaning down when another knock occurs, you swear Satoru is going to lose it. âYes?â
âThereâs a meeting in an hour, I thought youâd like to grab some food first?â Satoru will kill Professor Nanami.
âOh⌠umâŚâ Satoruâs hold is so brutal on your waist you damn near squeak, smacking his hand again. âI have to help a student, Iâm sorry.â
âIâll grab you a bite.â
âThanks, Nanami!â
âThanks Nanami!â You smack a hand on this little shitâs mouth and scowl, he has the audacity to bite your palm.
âWill you stop?â
âWhy does everyone get to have time with you?â He hugs you to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. âShould only be me.â
You enjoy the embrace too much, though heâd just fucked your damn throat filthy, nothing you do with Satoru is just sexual, thereâs always this entire other layer with him, one that fucking ruins you. Youâre clinging to him tightly, nails pressing against his dress shirt, sighing at how good it feels in his arms.
Are you this delusional, youâll imagine this could work?
âKiss me,â you ask as you lean back, the way you asked the first time heâd made you soak him in your car. Satoru exhales, kissing you over and over, when finally the two of you pull back.
What sort of week would this be if this was only Monday?
*****
The week of having you be âfree useâ to Satoru Gojo is anything but normal â the damn manâs stamina should be studied because he never seems quite done with you, as if heâs eating up every bit of this week before the two of you face the inevitable truth â that you canât really be together.
Aside from the fact that itâs a complete career ruining relationship there was the simple fact that Satoru was just from a higher income bracket than youâll ever be. Not that it mattered to him or you, but considering there is an event he has to go to which is basically just a modern day debutante ball explains it all.
Heâs miserable, youâre jealous.
You donât say that, though, you act like itâs fine and that youâre not angry every time you see a girl giggling at him, see his mom coming to campus and damn near letting these girls throw themselves at him. Satoru acts entirely uninterested, but a part of you wonders how long before getting a girl eight to ten years younger than you will take its toll on him.
You believe he wants you now, you see it, but to be delusional would simply lead to more pain than youâre equipped to handle. Those feelings of inadequacy from your family growing up and from school days rear their ugly head every time his father makes a comment to you â a command, really â telling you what to do in order to earn this funding or that.
Youâre basically just a shiny figurehead for the Gojos and the university to be âso including of the middle classâ as if youâre the poster child for the fact that you can move up the ranks as a ânormal girlâ. You keep getting asked out by even more men in the faculty, which you politely push off rather than go out.
Thatâs even more dangerous â turning down Professor Higuruma, who by all fucking means is not just age appropriate, heâs hot and sweet. Turning down the second date with Nanami with an excuse of being exhausted for the moment, turning down any and every date because youâre getting fucked by the deans son in every damn room he can find.
Yet where would it lead you when the newness wears off?
You try to shove it back, every time he watches one of those attempts heâs grabbing you any moment he can, making sure youâre paying all the attention to him.
****
Tuesday, Satoru finds you in the faculty lounge as youâre brewing a cup of coffee, trying to grade papers while pretending not to notice Satoru watching you from across the room as he walks in. You ignore him to piss him off more than anything, there was nothing quite like making Satoru mad at you, having him walk up as the coffee filters into your cup.
He leans forward, the door barely shut, not even fully â a hint of it cracked open to where anyone can see, standing behind you with his lips brushing against your ear, pressing you against the counter. âSatoruâŚâ
"Missed you," he murmurs against your ear, his hand easing up your skirt â that little pencil one that cups your ass so perfectly itâs insanity, already finding you soaking wet for him. âAh, did you miss me too?â
âN-no,â you say, he chuckles a bit, running his fingers up and down the slit, pressing the cotton up. âWe canât just fuck here, psycho.â
âI know that,â he tugs your panties to the side, your eyes roll back when two fingers plunge inside your needy cunt. âDid you think Iâd only use you?â
âY-yes I mean, mngh,â he covers your mouth with one big hand, his fingers working your cunt with devastating precision.
âShh baby, canât make all those cute little moans right now,â he whispers softly, the sound of your cunt just squelching as she sucks him in so greedy is filthy and loud in your ears. âSometimes I just wanna feel you cum, wanna see how you fall apart for me, not just me cumming. And you look so pretty when you do.â
Fuck him, truly, for saying that, for making you cry out against his hand and grip the counter as he brings you to a quick, quiet little orgasm right there in the faculty lounge. The heel of his hand is right against your clit as he whispers your name softly, moaning right with you, feeling you spasm around his thick fingers.
âThere you did sâgood fâme,â he sounds drunk off you, even though heâs straining against his boxers, turning you around to kiss you, to tug you tight against him. âIâll be off campus all day, I need to feel you.â
You swallow down your nerves when he tilts up your chin, your hands slipping up his chest. âI missed you, okay?â
âYou sound so mad about it,â he's grinning at you as your goddamn knees knock, aching for him inside you, pulling back when the door opens up, professor Higuruma yawning and heading to get coffee. âThanks Professor, I appreciate the extension!â
âYouâre welcome, Gojo,â you smiled at him, all friendly as the two of you play it off, Satoru almost rushes back in when he hears him flirting with you though.
He canât flirt like that with you.
He has to figure something out before the week is up, because in no world does Satoru not get you to himself. He eagerly sucks his fingers and moans, lips wrapping those digits to savor your juices, and for the first time heâs finally worried â that his âplanâ of making you need him so much isnât going to work, not when anything and everything plots against you both.
It canât just be this week â though he absolutely uses it all to his advantage.
****
Wednesday? Well, itâs Satoru finding you in the library stacks, pulling you into one of the quiet aisles between history and philosophy, your two favorite subjects. You donât even pretend not to want it, youâre kissing him so eagerly, hoping no one can hear those soft sounds of your lips smacking.
âAdmit you missed me,â his words are so soft you barely hear them, swallowing nervously as you two look at each other. âWhy donât you ever use me sweetheart, hmm?â
âShould I?â You ask even softer, before pushing him down, making him bite back a moan. He doesn't even speak, just drops to his knees as you guide him, shoving your pretty little dress up. âYes, I missed you, ToruâŚâ
âFuck,â itâs moments before Satoruâs tugging your panties aside and burying his face between your thighs, looking up at you under those thick lashes, practically slurping you all the fuck up.
âMnh!â You slam a hand on your own mouth, muffling your cries against one palm while your fingers tangled in his hair, soft and fluffy from his shower, just a few droplets damp on certain strands. Youâre rocking your hips up and down for impossibly more as you feel his tongue fuck into you.
Youâre using him â using his face and mouth, taking what you want to the point heâs about to bust in his own pants, as he devours you like a starving man, like heâs dying of thirst and youâre clearly the only source of sustenance.
Devoted.
Satoruâs fucking utterly devoted to pleasing you, itâs all he wants to do as he kneels before you â his pretty professor â grabbing one of your thighs and plunging his tongue in your quivering hole, his nose bumping your needy clit. The bookshelf leaves marks as he drinks you down where damn near anyone can see, and at this point you almost fucking want them to.
Youâre tired of hiding it, youâre tired of feeling bad you want him, and perhaps thatâs more dangerous than him making you quiver right âround that wet muscle. Having you squirting down on him in the midday. In the fucking library with your Edgar Allen Poe book falling to the ground beneath him.
He leans up and you already are swallowing your own juices, this close to begging him to fuck you again â after three days of just teasing, but you canât do that, even if youâre dying without him inside you, even if you miss him in your bed even though it was just a weekend.
This couldnât end soon enough, every moment youâre more fucking precarious.
Especially when his kisses ruin you.
*****
Thursday you're giving a lecture when he slips into the back of the auditorium, taking a seat in the last row. You try to focus on the task at hand, at giving them your experience in writing and what it really means to you. This is a perfect opportunity, but just this morning his texts were ringing in your mind.
Satoru â skip your birth control, pretty please?
You â no you psycho!?
Satoru â baby please, the sooner I have a Gojo heir, the sooner my parents can stop trying to set me up. I need my cum inside you to take <3 Doesnât Fluffy need a little sibling!?
You â you donât bring Fluffy into this! That cat is meowing, missing you and everything, what did you do?
Satoru â then come over Friday. Our week isnât up, right?
You canât believe him really â but at the same time, you donât want him dating other women, donât like that shit one bit â and there is an event at the country club his parents run tomorrow. Youâre invited â oh so generous of them, truly.
Those pretty blue eyes just locked right on you make your skin flush, you hope not visibly, so damn flushed in fact you can feel your ears are hot. You try to act casual and laugh a bit at some of the comments, but your thighs shift behind that podium, your panties â this pretty light blue to match his eyes, truly â are damp.
You canât stop pressing your thighs together, as you focus even harder, even though it was impossible with his presence. Casually leaning back and studying you â you remember his words.
Jerked it in class to you.
Did he really?
Why do you like that, whatâs wrong with you!?
You shove it all back as you finish the presentation, the class all files out but he hesitates of course, walking over to you as you gather your things, the last student leaving making the door echo as it shuts, heavy and loud. His words are running through your head in every way possible.
You loved teaching, right? You loved this job, and you canât throw it away for a whim of a younger guy, as much as youâre helplessly falling in love. Fuck itâs past that really, you keep almost spilling love declarations every time heâs touched you, so much so as you walk over to your desk you hope he slides his dick inside.
Toxic, Satoru Gojo is toxic and you love that shit.
What would become of you if you just carry on like this?
"Professor," he says softly, pressing you against your desk, so damn tall always â his sheer size steadily fucks up your senses, how big Satoru is. How it never feels like youâre older or more experienced when youâre with him, thatâs only when youâre in your damn head.
âSatoru,â you say softly in return, clearing your throat. âDid you need clarification on what was discussed?â
He chuckles a bit, shaking his head and tilting your chin up. "You looked so hot up there. All professional and smart, god Iâm always so fucked up by how smart you really are.â
âToruâŚâ He moans at the name, kissing you, and you fall fully fucking into it without hesitation, without the semblance of some sort of fight with your conscious, whining out as he moans into your mouth.
âMade me want to bend you over that podium and fuck you in front of everyone, but Iâd never let anyone fucking see you naked,â you gasp at that, as he pulls back, his eyes black. âWish I could chain you up to my goddamn bed and never let you leave my sight."
âStop it,â your cheeks burn now, but your body responds traitorously, aching with need, cunt already soaking his thigh. âYou canât say that shit.â
He laughs then, all cute like heâs not a complete psycho, cupping your face with one of those big ass hands. âCanât say what?â
âThat youâd chain me, keep me, you canât, itâs nonsense and-â
He pauses you when he leans over you, a hand on either side of your face. âYou think I wouldnât? If you wanted me to, if you let me, Iâd never let you leave my house, just keep you there forever. But no, I wonât sweetheart because I need you so goddamn much I want you to have your âindependenceâ or whatever the fuck.â
âYou⌠IâŚâ
âYou think I donât need you?â You canât speak then, rushing off and leaving him, making him damn near chase you down the halls, empty with just a few lingering people.
âDonât say shit you donât mean,â you whisper angrily when he catches up to you, âYou think you need me. You think you have feelings⌠youâŚâ
âStop,â he pauses you right in the hall, turning you to him, your heart races in your chest. âStop thinking Iâll ever want someone else.â
âItâs just the week, remember?â You whisper now, hand clutching his dress shirt, crumpling the material.
âYeah,â he laughs without humor. âJust the week.â
You end up dragging him in a goddamn supply closet, cramped and smelling of chalk dust and old books, bumping against them as he locks that door behind you both and he lifts you in his arms like itâs nothing. âSatoru, donât say itâŚâ
âDonât say what,â you swallow it down as he kisses down your neck, your lashes fluttering. âWhat I feel? Youâre that fucking cruel to me, huh professor? What, you wanna be bored with Professor Nanami, Professor Higuruma? Think they could take your slutty little cunt like I can?â
âOh youâre jealous?â You laugh and he scowls, biting your neck and making you gasp in pain. âMaybe those young girls falling all over couldnât take you and how goddamn psychotic you are?â
âGod yes, be jealous,â he moans, looking at you and pressing you against the door, tugging his cock out with a jerky, quick motion, gliding it on your needy slit. âYou want me all to yourself, but I thought it was just this week.â
âIt is just this week, itâs all it can be,â your legs wrap right around his slutty little waist, thighs pressing as you whine out, feeling his pretty pink tip line up with your slick hole. âItâs all it can be, Toru.â
He pauses, glaring right at you, before shoving his cock inside in one stroke, you almost scream to the point you have to bite your lip bloody, heâs right against your cervix â it hurts after four days of not having him inside you. Pain and pleasure and just sheer overwhelming emotions as he stays shoved inside, pinning you against the wall, his nose brushing yours.
âJust the week, hah⌠all right, professor,â he murmurs now as he begins to pound his cock into you, yanking a tit out from your blouse so he can cup it, pinching at your nipple and making you barely muffle a cry. âYou think Iâll move on, huh? From this?â
âYou will,â he kisses you quiet as he takes out his every fucking frustration on your cunt, slamming your back against the door â It's filthy, itâs mean how his cock bullies your walls, but youâre already shattering and squirting before he fills you again, before he pumps his cum inside.
âStop telling me what you think Iâll do,â he gasps out those words, his glasses foggy from your kisses, moaning as he feels your aftershocks. He kisses up your neck, hot, open mouthed ones as he guides up higher, moaning against your skin. âStop acting like youâre not all I see.â
âI c-canât believe it, itâll h-hurt,â he pauses then, seeing you full of tears and gripping you tightly, shaking his head in confusion just for your alarm to go off. âI have to go.â
He doesnât try to stop you but he does drag your ass against him before you do, cupping your face and kissing you in the cramped quarters so goddamn desperately, and you fall right into it. Meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, his lips so brutal make you tremble, ready to say fuck all pretense and make yourself vulnerable.
When he caresses your chin and just rests his head on yours, itâs too fucking quiet.
You rush out without another word before you are the one that spills the one thing that would hurt the most, lifeâs biggest cruelty â that youâre in love with Gojo.
*****
Itâs Friday â your week with Satoru is officially âoverâ and youâre for whatever self masochistic reason going to his parentsâ event. Knowing youâd have to see him with girls on his arm, knowing youâd have to see his fucking parents and how terrible they are. Knowing you canât be on his arm as much as heâd love you to be.
Was it to show yourself reality?
Was it to make yourself see the bubble youâve been in is just that â a bubble the two of you have hidden in, so needy and lost in each other that the two of you havenât acknowledged the issues of yourâŚ
Relationship?
Even if you quit your career, the scandal of marrying Gojo would be fucking insane, his parents would never accept you, and what would that do to Satoru? No backing of his parents all because of you? What if you fucked up everything because youâre so damn in love with him?
Itâs beyond falling now, and it would hurt you both if you told him how in love you were, how obsessed you were â no, you werenât as obsessed as Satoru, youâre not even sure someone could be that level. But itâs close, the way heâs in your dreams, how heâs in your mind, how his cum was trickling down your cunt so you pushed it back in while you were in your fucking car about to drive home.
Remembering that first time he touched you, the rain that poured down, wanting to skip a goddamn pill for him. Insanity.
Stupidity.
Heâs fucked your brains out literally â and youâre not sure you have any ethics left, as hard as you tried to keep them, not when you smile at your fellow faculty members in this fancy ass place, a pretty gown clinging to your body. So damn expensive youâve snuck the tag in to take the shit back tomorrow.
You see Satoru across the room as someone talks to you and you pretend to act interested, girls flocked around him, the way they are makes you sick, like Satoru is just some damn object. You feel the pit in your tummy grow when his eyes meet yours â changing from bored to dark and hungry, his gaze dragging right down your curves, like heâs touching you.
A girl tugs at him, youâve seen her before, his parents laughing and talking to their parents â transactional, thatâs what they saw him as. It makes you so angry your nails press into your palm, rushing off over to the buffet table to gather your senses before your jealousy gets the best of you.
This canât go on.
âProfessor,â you almost jolt at the touch as you grab a glass of champagne, feeling him right behind you, one of hands snaking around you to grab his own glass, his cologne filling your senses. âI didnât know youâd be here, but fuck am I glad you are.â
âAre you?â You ask, your voice tense, he frowns at that, turning you around to face him. âWeâre in front of everyone!â You hiss, panicking when he tilts your chin up, so damn tall no one can even see you.
âYou think I enjoy those boring fucking girls? When I have you that Iâm dying to come inside?â You blush furiously, looking down now.
âI canât do this, seeing you with⌠I canâtâŚâ You shut your eyes, sighing now. âItâs not a game, Satoru, or a phase for me.â
âAnd you think it is for me?â You tremble now, downing the champagne as hot tears burn your eyes. âThe sooner you let me breed you the sooner my parents can go fuck off.â
âAnd then what? Theyâll hate me.â
Satoru laughs without humor now, shaking his head. âThink I care? Them hating you is a good thing â theyâre fucking trash.â
âI wonât ruin your life and-â
âYouâre not leaving me,â he takes your hand now, and you pause, heart hammering in your chest as he leads you to the dance floor.
âWe canât dance!â
âYes we can,â his mother glares as you two walk past her. âMother.â
âGojo,â she looks at you now, raising a brow as you both pause. âDancing with the faculty?â
âNot a problem, is it? That I dance with the prettiest girl in here?â
âSatoruâŚâ You shut your eyes, begging him not to, but in no world was Satoru letting you feel inadequate, letting you leave him.
âDance with her then, but youâll dance with every other girl Iâve chosen,â he smirks at her, and she gives you the meanest glare, walking off.
âYouâre insane,â his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer than is in any way appropriate, his other hand capturing yours. âSheâs not going to let you live this down. People will talk and-â
"Tell me you missed me," he murmurs against your ear, leaning down, you can feel eyes on the two of you â itâs not unheard of to dance together, thatâs not it, itâs how Satoru holds you, how a hand slips down your spine.
âSatoruâŚâ
âTell me it, please⌠fuck just say it,â his breath sending shivers down your spine, lips brushing your ear, his hand clutching you even tighter.
"I missed you," you whisper softly, clinging to him tightly. âOkay?â
"Good girl.â
âFuck you.â
He sighs, pulling back and looking at you under those lashes, turning you and tugging you closer. âTell me you want me."
You sigh as well, following his movements. "I want you."
"Good,â he dips you over an arm, slowly pulling you back up, far, far too close to you then. âTell me you'll let me breed you.â
âNo!?â
âYouâre so fucking mean,â he glares and you glare right back. âJust quit this damn job so you can have all six of my kids.â
âIâm not going to have six kids!â
âWhy am I in love with a mean ass brat like this,â you falter now at that, tears about to burn your eyes. âDonât tell me I donât love you.â
âYou donât.â
âAfter everything?â His eyes flash with hurt then, hands brutal in their grip. âYou think I donât know myself?â
"I'm trying to protect you, okay? From your parents â from losing everything. From the scandal it would cause, Satoru I love you too much to be selfish and ruin your life."
He pauses, heart hammering in his chest so quickly heâs flush, clinging to you so tightly you gasp, uncaring of anyone in the room â itâs all you.
Itâs been you since he first saw you in the hall, all you, only you.
âYou love me?â His words are quiet, the two of you not even moving, murmurs from his parents and the people around growing in intensity.
âOf course I do, who couldnât love you? Who wouldnât?â His own emotions hit when you tug back, shaking your head. âItâs why I canât do it â you think I have a lot to lose, and I do, but you could lose everything if you do this. You should go to one of those pretty young girls, Satoru, and see if you find love with someone-â
âIâd never, the fuck!?â You rush out now, and he rushes out for you, only to be stopped by his parents, his dadâs hand on your shoulder.
âItâs enough of a fucking spectacle, Satoru,â he scowls at the old man then, his eyes so bright theyâre hard to look at, jaw clenched. âStop it now before she loses her career, if you even care about her. Before you lose your position as CEO-â
âI donât want to run your dumb fucking company,â he shrugs his hand off, seeing you grabbing your coat from the front, heart sinking. âI donât want to be your figure head, I donât want shit from you.â
âAnd when your trust fund is cut off, what then?â
âI donât fucking care,â he pushes past him and rushes to you, he has to damn near sprint as you rush to your shitty little volvo, hands trembling with your keys, pausing you then and there. âDonât go. Donât fucking go.â
âSatoru please,â your heartbroken face ruins him when you look up at him, lips trembling as the tears fall, and the thunder starts, rain pattering in cold little sprinkles as your chest heaves up and down. âI will not ruin everything. for you.â
âYou are my everything,â he cups your face, resting his head on yours, breaths coming so fast as the rain starts to fall itâs fogging up around you both, youâre trembling in his hold. âAll I can even fucking see is you.â
âDonât say that,â he kisses you, knowing itâll ruin you, you hardly manage to pull back. âMmm, Toru we canâtâŚâ
âIâll leave this dumb party with you then,â he lifts you in his arms and presses you right on the hood of the car, sitting you there as he stands between your thighs, laying over you.
âTheyâll see!â
âLet them,â heâs lost in you as the rain starts to fall, making that pretty silk dress cling to every curve, moaning into your mouth. âIâve jerked it to you since I fuckinâ saw you, turned down everyone months ago just because you exist.â
âY-you⌠mnhâŚâ Your hands slide up his chest, one tangling in his silky locks as the rain falls against his back, leaving you protected.
âItâs only you, fuck just let me fill you with babies already,â you giggle then, before you break into laughter, making him bite your neck hard. âStop laughing!â
âYouâre so batshit, itâsâŚâ You sigh now, cupping his face as the sting hurts your neck. âTake me home then, weâll deal with this mess tomorrow.â
âFuck I love you,â he canât stop saying it now, canât stop kissing you even as the rain pours. âYou thought you could leave me?â
âI donât want toâŚâ
Youâre sniffling when he carries you inside the car, you know tomorrow is going to either end your life, his life â or both, but when youâre laying your head on his shoulder and heâs got an arm on you, itâs hard to really fucking care.
Thatâs tomorrow's problem.
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fratkuna always folds for his hot, bimbo baby !
1. BIMBO DIARIES #1 : CAN A CUTE GYAL GET SOME SEX ?
itâs 9PM thursday & ryomen sukuna has his back bent over his desk & cola sticky on his lip. through his laptop screen treasurer nanami kento is there, hair a mess & glasses slipping & badly lit by the fluorescent light.
theyâre planning the budget for next fridayâs spring partyâthe invites, if gojo should be allowed near the playlist, lower entry fees so toji can actually attendâ& something else sukuna doesnât hear because you swing the door open & walk in with clicky heels & a smile sticky with gloss.
âryomen!â
your voice is a song & your eyes shine too-bright. sukunaâs eyes never leave his screen as you drop into his lap, knees bent in a kick as you hug his neck tight.
âwhat are you doing?â you hum into his cheek.
âmeeting,â he murmurs, ignoring the gloss-drenched kisses you press to his jaw. through the screen nanami is pursed lip & awkward gaze, fixing his glasses as sukuna pretends his thumbs arenât grazing circles on your hips.
you turn to the screen, grin clumsy, leaning forward so it fills up with your face. âhi, kenny!â
nanami softens. âgood evening, y/n.â
you beam, but your grin can hardly stretch before sukunaâs palm grabs your face & tugs you into his chest. you pout up at him but his gaze stays glued to the screen.
âkento,â his voice is cool. âthe guest list. you were saying?â
youâre buttoning & unbuttoning his shirt with your lips jut out but ryomen sukuna pays you no mind.
âyes,â nanami picks up a pen, neck rash red. âi was sayingââ
âkuna,â
you interrupt nanami with a finger tugging at your boyfriendâs necklace. sukuna sighs, doesnât look down at you or your pout.
âtell me.â
âcan we have cake for dinner ?â
âno.â he taps something on his keyboard. âkento, go ahead.â
âright. i thinkââ
âkuna,â
sukuna breathes. âtell me.â
âyou shouldnât say no to your girlfriend.â
âmy bad, sweetheart.â heâs sighing now but his palm squeezes your thigh. âkento.â
âright. as i was sayingââ
âkuna,â
sukuna closes his eyes. one second, two, & he can still feel you looking up at him with that soft, sweet pout. he wonât kiss it away. not here, not now.
âtell me, baby.â
âi canât, itâs embarrassing.â
heâs pinching his nose now, eyes shut as you sit up on his thigh. through the screen nanamiâs eyes are twitching & his lips are pursed like heâs resisting the urge to ask if youâre deadass.
sukuna finally turns to you; bleary-eyed & gaze half-lidded. âsay it in my ear ?â
you nod & he leans down with an ear to your lips. your gloss stains the shell when you lean closer:
âiâm horny.â
sukuna blinks. he wants to ask how the hell that happened, if youâre messing with him, if you have any sense of time & place and why your gaze is shy as if heâd ever tell you no.
he turns back to his laptop, necklace still in your grip. âkento, something came up. rain check?â
âliar. i heard that.â
sukuna slams his laptop shut. you squeal as he lifts you in his arms.
2. BIMBO DIARIES #2 : I WANNA TWERK ON THE FLOâ !
God has blessed gojo satoru with the gift of legwork. so just as david danced before the lord, gojo satoru dances on sigma-chiâs table with all his might.
with you right beside him, of course.
sigma-chiâs frat house is sweat-soaked bodies pressed together & neon lights on a friday evening. by the corner to the left, ryomen sukuna is watching you with a cup to his lips & bleary eyes.
on the center table, gojo is twirling you around with his chain glinting & cap tilted off. you cheer along with the crowd as the music switches to burna boy & gojo throws it back. nanami kento is somewhere near the bar, cheeks flushed & praying the wineâs strong enough to help him forget the sight.
âryomen,â suguruâs voice is sudden beside him. âget your girl off that table. quickly.â
sukuna shoots him a side eye. âget your boyfriend off first.â
on the table youâre still cheering, grin clumsy, hair soaked against your neck & cup in your hands. sukuna catches your eye. you blow him a kiss but he keeps a straight face. you pout once & he raises a palm to catch it lazily before you beam & resume dancing like an episode character.
beside him, suguru doesnât blink. âheâs not my boyfriend. and stop deflecting.â
âyou let him sleep in your bed.â
âhe has nightmares.â
âhe has a crush on you.â
geto ignores his statement. âiâm not playing with you. i want her off the table now. she shouldnât even be hereâi told you no shein outfits in my frat house.â
as if on cue, toji walks by, 500% polyester shirt squeaking through the music. sukuna raises a brow.
âheâs a brother! i canât do anything about it!â
âwhatever you say, vice.â sukuna drawls, taking a swig from his cup. his eyes flit back to you on the table. youâre laughing away and still drunk & dancing, but now your knees are bruised & wobbly & his brows scrunch because you might fall any second.
you stumbleâjust once, just slightly, & ryomen sukuna is already moving.
heâs squeezing through drunk bodies now, alcohol sloshing around in his cup. ahead of him geto is already there, begging satoru to please come down. he sets his cup on a passing tray & heâs by your side at the table in seconds.
âkuna!â you cheer, eyes meeting his & still dancing. âhi, baby!â
âhi, beautiful,â his voice is soft as you dance your way over to him, heavy palms coming up to catch your hips. he looks up at your flushed cheeks & bright eyes before pressing a kiss to your thigh. âtime to stop dancing.â
you squeak, jerking out of his hold to run away. ânoâ! iâm still having fun with satoruââ
you make about three steps before he catches your heel & tugs you into his chest.
âput me down, ryo!â
âno, youâre done.â
âno!â youâre whacking his chest as he shifts your thighs over his arms to carry you bridal style. âput me down! put! me! down!â
sukuna ignores you. âryomen! i swear if you donât put me down right now iâllââ
âcan you shut up for five seconds?â
ryomen sukuna is tired. bones limp, eyes bleary, neck rash red for no good reason. he knows he shouldnât snap but the words seem to work because you go silent & still in his arms.
too still.
he wonât look down. it doesnât matter anywayâyouâll get over it. he did it for the best & he doesnât care if you cry becauseâ
âfuck, waitâbaby donât cry,â
heâs much too late. your lashes are already tear rimmed & youâre squeezing his shirt while peering up at him with glossy eyes. sukuna bites his lip. god, what has he done?
âis it because i embarrass you?â you sniffle, lips wobbly & cheeks hot from the alcohol. âis that why you never let me dance?â
sukuna exhales, breath shaky, gaze pulling away from yours because heâs never been good at looking you in the eyes after making you cry.
âthatâs not true and you know it,â he squeezes your thigh. âi donât care about you dancing. i care about you not breaking your leg.â
you soften in his grip, peering up at him for a beat.
âkuna?â
âtell me.â
âi forgive you.â
sukuna scoffs, patting your hip. âthank you, angel. and geto is an idiot.â he mumbles the last part.
youâre still peeking up at him, still drunk & starry-eyed. âkuna.â
âtell me, baby.â
âi love you.â
ryomen sukuna kisses your hair. he doesnât say it back but you feel it in how he grips you tighter.
3. BIMBO DIARIES #3 : DRESS UP DARLING !
the only thing between ryomen sukuna & his sunday afternoon nap is his beautiful girlfriend with her back against his chest.
sukuna is tired. on sundays like these he always is, limbs groggy & eyes heavy with sleep. he has his cheek in your neck & his arms around your waist. his backâs against the headboard and yours is on his own.
âkuna.â
âtell me.â
you turn to show him a jacket on your phone. âshould i get this?â
sukuna nods. he parts his lips to speak but whatever he says is drowned out by sleep.
âkuna.â
âtell me, baby.â
âthis pink dress, or the green one?â
sukuna squints. your screen is too bright in his face & he wants to tell you to move it away but he doesnât. his thumb circles your hips, âgreen one.â
you frown, glaring at him. âare you mentally illiterate?â
sukuna blinks. he doesnât know what that means. he wants to ask, but you likely donât know either.
âyou know i donât like green.â
âso why was it even an option.â
you ignore him & turn back to scroll through your phone. heâs watching you click through items now with his thumb still brushing your hip. a top, some boots, a dress he knows youâll wear once & never againâand the total only climbs up. by the time youâre done the total is $400. he can only hope you double checked it was CAD & not USD.
he closes his eyes against your neck, body limp & heavy with sleep.
âkuna.â your voice is warm in his ear.
âtell me.â
âi donât actually want to buy all this.â
sukuna cracks an eye open. heâs still pressed against your neck, warm & half-awake, & he can see your lashes fluttering & cheeks swollen in the heat. he doesnât ask what you meanâyour voice beats him to it.
âi just wanted to buy something pretty,â you murmur, small & half-shy. âso i look pretty. for you.â
sukuna blinks. and then he sighs, because youâre silly & ridiculous & so fucking his.
âyou always look pretty,â he mumbles lazily into your shoulder blade, eyes fluttering shut. âand you know this. i tell you every time.â
you bite your fingernail, turning a little to meet his head buried in your neck.
âkuna,â
âtell me.â
âi love you.â
ryomen sukuna only sighs. heâll never say it back but you feel it in how he tugs you into his chest to lie on top of him.
you pout, âkuna.â
âtell me, baby.â
âcan i still order it ?â you have your chin on his chest now, peering up at him through pretty lashes as sukuna tries, tries to go to sleep.
âorder it, princess.â
âwith your card ?â
sukuna grits his teeth. âwith my card.â
BIMBO DIARIES , end.
Š HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.
âËęŠď˝Ąâ satoru walks in on you and suguru !? (smut)
it's not easy dating the strongest.
you learn that early on. the way satoru gojo exists in the worldâlarger than life, a force of nature disguised as a manâmeans that you're always sharing him. with the jujutsu world, with his students, with the endless parade of missions and meetings and responsibilities that come with being the honored one.Â
you knew what you were signing up for when you fell for him. but knowing and living are two very different things.
so when suguru getoâhis best friend, his other half, the one person who can match him wit for wit and stare for stareâstarts looking at you a little longer than necessary, you tell yourself it's nothing. when his hand brushes yours passing the salt shaker at dinner, you ignore the shiver that runs down your spine.Â
when he finds you alone in the kitchen during one of satoru's rare nights home, leaning against the counter with that lazy, knowing smile, you pretend not to notice the way your heart races.
"he's late again," suguru says, voice smooth as honey. "surprised?"
"he's busy."
"he's always busy." suguru pushes off the counter and steps closer. close enough that you can smell his warm and woodsy cologne. "you deserve better than 'busy,' don't you think?"
you should step back. you should say something, anything, to shut this down. but your feet are rooted to the floor, and your mouth is dry, and when his hand comes up to cup your jaw, you lean into it like a flower turning toward the sun.
"tell me to stop," he murmurs, thumb tracing your lower lip.
you don't.
and that's how you end up here: bent over the kitchen counter, suguru's chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you slow and deep. your fingers grip the edge of the marble, knuckles white, biting your lip to keep from crying out.
"shh," he purrs, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other gripping your hip. "gotta be quiet, pretty girl. wouldn't want satoru to hear, would we?"
the words send a thrill through you, shame and pleasure tangled so tight you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. you shake your head, a broken motion.
"good girl."
he picks up the pace, just slightly, and you bury your face in your arm, muffling the moan that threatens to escape. the rhythm of his hips is relentless, driving into you with a precision that speaks to experience, to knowing exactly what he's doing. his teeth graze your shoulder.
"f-fuckâsuguruâ"
"that's it. say my name. tell me who's making you feel this good."
you do. over and over, a desperate litany, until the world narrows to the heat of his body and the slide of him inside you and the terrible, thrilling knowledge of what you're doing.
but neither of you hear the front door open.
neither of you hear the footsteps, light and cautious, approaching the kitchen.
neither of you notice until a voice cuts through the haze, casual and bright, with an edge sharp enough to draw blood.
"since when do you like fucking from the back?"
you freeze. every muscle in your body locks up. suguru stills behind you, but he doesn't pull out. instead, he lets out a slow, controlled breath, almost like he's been expecting this.
"satoru," he says, and there's no guilt in his voice. no shame. just a lazy amusement that makes your blood run cold.
you turn your head, heart hammering, and there he is. satoru gojo, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted. his sunglasses are pushed up into his hair, revealing those impossibly blue eyes. he's smiling. that's the worst part. he's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"oh, please. don't stop on my account," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "i was just coming to grab a snack, but i can see you're already... occupied."
"satoruâ" your voice cracks. tears prick at your eyes. "i-i'm sorryâi didn't meanâ"
"didn't mean to?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow. "didn't mean to what, exactly? fall onto suguru's dick? because from where i'm standing, it looks pretty intentional."
suguru chuckles, low and dark, and you feel the sound vibrate through his chest, still pressed against your back. "language, satoru. you're scaring her."
"oh, i'm scaring her? that's rich, coming from the guy currently balls-deep in my girlfriend."
you flinch at the word. girlfriend. the reality of what you've done crashes over you like a wave, cold and suffocating. you try to pull away, but suguru's hand on your hip tightens, holding you in place.
"let me go," you whisper, voice shaking.
"not yet," suguru murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "we're not done."
you look at satoru, expecting rage. expecting hurt. expecting him to storm out, to curse you out, to break things. but instead, he's watching you both with an expression you can't quite read. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. his breathing has changedâshallow, quick.
"toruâ"
"no, no, keep going." he takes a step closer, then another, until he's standing right beside you. he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. "i want to watch."
your breath catches. "what?"
"you heard me." his gaze flicks to suguru over your shoulder, and something passes between themâa silent conversation, years of friendship distilled into a single look. "you've been wanting this for a while, haven't you, suguru?"
suguru's smile widens. "can you blame me?"
"no." satoru's hand trails down your cheek, your neck, coming to rest on your collarbone. "she is pretty when she's being fucked, isn't she?"
you're trembling, caught between them, unsure if this is real or some kind of cruel dream. "i don't understandâ"
"you don't have to understand," satoru says, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, soft and tender. "just let us take care of you."
suguru begins to move again, slow at first, testing. satoru's eyes never leave yours, watching every flicker of expression, every bitten-back moan. his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. a reminder of his presence.
"look at you," satoru breathes, wonder in his voice. "taking us both so well. such a dirty girl, aren't you?"
"i'm sorry," you gasp, tears spilling over. "i'm so sorryâ"
"stop apologizing." his thumb brushes away a tear. "i'm not mad. i could never be mad at you." he glances at suguru, a smirk tugging at his lips. "him, maybe. but not you."
suguru huffs a laugh, increasing his pace. "flattering."
"shut up and fuck her properly."
and suguru does. he drives into you with renewed vigor, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, while satoru holds your gaze, his hand warm and steady on your throat. the dual sensationâsuguru's relentless rhythm, satoru's possessive touchâsends you spiraling, your orgasm building fast and fierce.
"that's it," satoru murmurs, watching your face contort. "let go. we've got you."
you shatter with a cry, your body convulsing around suguru, who follows moments later with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside you. he stays there, breath ragged, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
for a long moment, no one moves. then suguru pulls out, and you slump forward, barely catching yourself on the counter. satoru catches you, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.
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Frat!sukuna x soft!reader
synopsis: Sukuna doesnât fall for people,he wins them, then gets bored. Frat king, reckless, used to easy victories, he notices you because youâre different,too quiet, too soft, too unaware of how pretty you actually are. So he turns it into a game,slipping into your days, earning your trust, getting you comfortable⌠until getting you is easy. And when he finally does, he leaves like he always does.
Only this time,you donât chase. You donât fight. You just⌠disappear,And for the first time, Sukuna realizesâheâs not done with you.Even if youâre done with him.
So will he learn to live with it⌠or do whatever it takes to make it right?
Wc: 5k!
Warnings: Sukuna is CRUEL, sukuna being a typical fratboy,reader insecurity, suggestive ,ANGST, sukuna gets close then leaves, reader catching feelings implied, heartbreak, ghosting behaviour, confrontation scene, soft reader, avoidance, Sukuna being verbally mean. Sukuna has unknown feelings which he realises late.
The music was loud enough to feel before it could be heard.
It pulsed through the walls, through the floorboards, through the cheap plastic cups stacked along the kitchen counter. The music bled into everything, turning voices into fragments, laughter disappeared as quickly as they came. The frat house was already too full, bodies packed,heat clinging to skin, alcohol thick in the air.
And somewhere in the middle of it,
Sukuna stood like he belonged to it.
He wasn't lost in it...ever.
Part of it in a way that felt⌠intentional.
His back rested against the kitchen counter, one hand loosely wrapped around a bottle he hadnât bothered to set down, the other braced behind him as people moved around without asking for space. They adjusted instead. Leaned away, curved around him, made room without thinking.
It had always been like that.
Effortless.
There was a girl pressed close to his side, laughing at something heâd said a minute ago or maybe a few. Her hand slid up his arm, fingers tracing over the ink that disappeared beneath the sleeve of his shirt, lingering there like she expected him to react.
He didnât.
Not like he needed to.
He glanced at her, just enough to acknowledge her presence, the corner of his mouth lifting into that familiar, sharp-edged smirk that gave people exactly what they wanted without offering anything real.
âYouâre not even listening to me,â she complained, though there was no real irritation in it.
Youâre not even listening to me,â she complained, though there was no real irritation in it.
âI was,â he said, voice low, unconcerned.
âYou werenât.â
âThen say it again.â
She laughed, like that was charming.
Like that was enough.
It usually was.This was routine to him.
Upstairs, the air was marginally cooler, though not by much. The hallway lights flickered faintly, music muffled just enough to feel distant but never gone. A door slammed somewhere. Someone stumbled into the wall, laughing too hard at nothing.
Sukuna pushed into his room without knocking, not checking if anyone else was inside.
There was. Of course there was.
Another girl. Different face. Same expectation.
She looked up when he entered, already smiling, already shifting toward him like she knew how this would go. Like they all did.
There was no conversation that mattered.
No questions.
Just the familiar rhythm of something that started and ended without leaving anything behind.
For Sukuna, it was less about desire and more about habit.
A way to pass time.
A way to fill space.
A way to keep things exactly as they were, temporary, controlled, forgettable.
By the time he stepped back out into the hallway again, pulling his shirt back on with one hand, he had already moved on.
To him...nothing stayed long enough to matter.
By the time morning came, the house had quieted into something almost unrecognizable.
The aftermath of chaos. Empty cups scattered across surfaces, the faint smell of alcohol soaked into furniture, doors left half-open, bodies passed out in places they wouldnât remember ending up in.
Sukuna stepped over someone asleep on the couch without looking down, grabbing his keys from the counter as he moved toward the door.
Rarely ever hungover, just another day to him
Campus in the late morning felt like a different world entirely.
Sunlight cut cleanly through the space between buildings, students moving in steady streams, conversations softer, more contained.
Sukuna fit into it just as easily.
Like he hadnât been somewhere else entirely just hours before.
He walked through the courtyard with that same loose, unbothered posture, hands tucked into his pockets, gaze moving without really settling. A few people greeted him as he passed. He acknowledged some, ignored others. It didnât make a difference.
Sukuna was bored of people easily.
And thenâ
His eyes caught something ⌠or someone,
You were sitting at the far edge of the courtyard, where the noise softened into something manageable.
His steps didnât stop but his eyes did stop as he looked at you.
You werenât there in a hidden way,
Just⌠in your own space?
There were people around you, but not close enough to intrude. A small pocket of quiet in the middle of everything else. You sat beside Shoko, angled slightly toward her, your attention fixed entirely on whatever she was saying.
You werenât trying to be interesting.
That was the first thing he noticed.
No exaggerated reactions, no careful awareness of who might be watching, no subtle adjustments meant to draw attention. You just stayed in your space.
Your hands were wrapped around a cup, fingers absently tracing the rim. Your posture was smaller than it needed to be, shoulders drawn in slightly, like you were used to taking up less space without thinking about it.
And your faceâ
Sukunaâs gaze lingered there a second longer.
Pretty.
Not in the way that demanded a reaction,or in the way that made people look and know immediately.
But in a way that settled in quietly.
The kind people noticed after a moment,then couldnât quite stop noticing.
You were laughing at something that shoko said, just naturally not in a practiced way.
Sukuna didnât realize he had slowed until someone bumped into his shoulder.
âWatch it,â they muttered, already moving past.
He barely registered it.
Because he was still looking at you.
Not with hunger just yet,something else which was sharper in a way that had him drawn to you,it was new.
âDonât,â Shokoâs voice cut in, suddenly closer than he expected.
He hadnât noticed her approach.
Sukuna shifted his gaze to her, one brow lifting slightly in question.
âI didnât say anything,â he replied.
âYou donât have to.â She said with a humourless serious expression.
Sukuna glanced back at you, still sitting exactly where you had been, still unaware of the way his attention had fixed on you.
A slow, almost lazy smile pulled at his mouth.Interested.
âYeah?â he murmured.
Shoko didnât respond.
Because the look in his eyes had already answered her.
Across the courtyard, you shifted slightly in your seat, adjusting your grip on your cup, completely unaware of the way something had just⌠begun.
And sukuna didnât look away for once.
Then it started , not even intentional, at first.
Just a thought that lingered a second longer than it should have.
Sukuna didnât usually do repetition.
That was one of the few unspoken rules he followed without thinking about it. Faces changed, places blurred, nights overlapped into something indistinct. Nothing held his attention long enough to become routine.
And yet,
Three days after he saw you first time,
He noticed you again.
You were sitting in the same lecture hall as him.
You were already there when he walked in, head slightly tilted down, pen moving steadily across your notebook, in your own space. People were still settling, chairs scraping, conversations overlapping, but none of it seemed to touch you.
You didnât look up when he entered,didnât notice him,till he walked up to your seat and took a seat next to you.
Your hand stilled mid-sentence, your gaze lifting just enough to register him in your periphery before turning fully.
ââŚHi,â you said,quietly.
He leaned back slightly in his seat, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, like this was the most natural decision he could have made.
âYou always this early?â he asked.
You blinked.
âI like being on timeâ
âThatâs boring.â
Your brows pulled together just slightly. âItâs practical.â
He huffed out a short breath that almost resembled a laugh.
âYou actually care about this stuff?â
âI have to pass.â
âPeople pass without caring.â
You looked at him for a second longer this time, like you were trying to figure out if he was being serious.
âThen theyâre luckyâ, is all you said before turning to your notes.
And just like that,
You dismissed him.
Just⌠naturally.
__
It shouldâve ended there,as a brief interruption. A passing interaction. Forgettable.
Thatâs always how it was with him.
People entered, overlapped for a while, and then dissolved into the blur of everything else.
But thisâ
This didnât dissolve.
After that day, it was like Sukuna had quietly, deliberately woven himself into the fabric of your routine.
Not in a way that could be pointed out and named.
Just⌠consistently.
Youâd step out of class and find him leaning against the wall across the hallway, phone in hand, looking up just as you walked past like heâd been there longer than necessary.
The next day, heâd fall into step beside you without asking, matching your pace like it was instinct rather than choice.
In the library, the chair across from you stopped being empty.
Then it stopped being surprising.You didnât notice when it shifted.Not exactly.
There wasnât a moment you could trace back to and say this is where it changed.
It happened somewhere between shared silences and small conversations, between him interrupting your focus and you no longer minding it.
Somewhere betweenâ
ââŚyou always write this much?â he asked once, glancing at your notebook, pages filled edge to edge.
âI have small handwriting,â you muttered, not looking up.
âThatâs not small, thatâs obsessive.â
âItâs efficient.â
He leaned closer, just enough to scan a line.
âYou even organize your notes. Colors and everything.â
âIt helps me remember.â
âOr you just like things neat.â
ââŚWhatâs wrong with that?â
âNothing,â he said, straightening slightly. âJust means youâre predictable.â
That made you pause.
Your pen hovered mid-air before you finally looked at him.
âIâm not predictable.â
He smirked, slow and knowing.
âYou sit in the same seat every class.â
âThatâs habit.â
âYou order the same coffee.â
âThatâs preference.â
âYou reread your notes twice before closing your book.â
ââŚThatâs called studying.â
His smirk deepened, like heâd proven something.
You frowned at him, but there was no real irritation behind it.
âWhy are you even paying attention to all that?â
There it was.The question.
Unassuming.
But it landed somewhere deeper than it should have.
Sukuna held your gaze for a second too long.
And just saidâŚâŚânothing better to do.â
You didnât question it.
You should have.
But you didnât
__
You found yourself smiling more when he was around, even when you didnât mean to.
Laughing at things you probably wouldnât have found funny before.
Saying things without overthinking them first, words slipping out before you could measure them, filter them, decide if they were worth saying at all.
And he noticed.
Of course he did.
He noticed everything about you in a way no one else ever had.
The way your voice softened when you got comfortable mid-conversation.
The way you looked at him when you were trying to understand something he said, brows slightly drawn together, completely focused.
The way you forgot yourself sometimes,
And just⌠existed.
âSay that again,â he said one afternoon, leaning back in his chair.
You looked up from your notes. âWhat?â
âWhat you just said.â
âI didnât say anything important.â
âYou laughed.â
Your lips pressed together immediately, like you were trying to take it back.
âI always laugh.â
âNot like that.â
You frowned. âLike what?â
He didnât answer right away.
Just watched you.
Then, quieterâ
âLike you forgot to hold it in.â
Something warm crept up your neck before you could stop it.
âThat doesnât mean anything.â
âIt does.â
You shook your head quickly, looking away.
âIt doesnât â
But your smile lingered.
After that, it stopped feeling like effort.
You were just⌠there. In the hallway, in the library, somewhere on campus where he didnât have to look too hard. It became routine without ever being named as one. Your presence slipped into his days quietly, until it no longer felt like something he chose, but something that simply existed.
___
There was a part that unsettled him.
Not you.
Not the closeness.
But the way it lingered even when you werenât there.
The way his attention didnât shift as easily as it used to. The way moments with you stayed sharper than everything else, clearer, harder to blur into nothing like he was used to.
It didnât fit into anything he understood.
So he refused to understand it.
Pushed it down. Flattened it into something simpler, something familiar, something he could control.
It didnât matter to Sukuna.
Not when he had a goal in mind.
__
The party had already tipped past control by the time Sukuna started paying attention to anything.
___
Music thudded through the walls, heavy bass rattling the staircase, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder like the house was built to hold less than half of them. Someone had spilled something sticky near the kitchen, people stepped through it anyway. Laughter rose in bursts, cut through by shouting, by someone calling for another round that no one needed.
Upstairs, the balcony overlooked all of it.
And Sukuna stood there like he owned it.
One arm hooked lazily over the railing, a drink in his hand he hadnât finished, half-listening to Gojo talking absolute nonsense beside him while a couple of girls hovered a little too close.
ââIâm telling you,â Gojo was saying, grinning like he always did, âif you had just listened to meââ
âI didnât,â Sukuna cut in flatly, not even looking at him.
Gojo snorted. âYeah, obviously.â
From the other side, Toji leaned back against the wall, watching the crowd below with the kind of disinterest that only meant he was noticing everything.
âBoring night,â he muttered.
Sukuna almost agreed.Almost.
Then his gaze shifted.
And stopped.
You.
It clicked instantly this time.
Not gradually or subtly.
Immediate.
The dress.
Tight enough to matter.
Soft enough to look like it wasnât meant for a place like this.
Shorter than anything heâd seen you in before,way shorter,and it showed in the way you carried yourself. Not confident, not practiced. You kept adjusting it without thinking, fingers brushing the hem, shoulders pulling in just slightly like you were still figuring out how to exist in it.
Like you hadnât worn it for this.
Like you didnât know what it did.
Sukunaâs smirk came easy.
Slow and certain.
âWell, thatâs new,â Gojo said suddenly, following his line of sight. âDidnât know your type came to parties.â
Sukuna didnât answer.Didnât need to.
Toji huffed quietly. âShe looks like sheâs gonna leave in ten minutes.â
âNot tonight,â Sukuna said, already pushing off the railing.
That was all.
Decision made.
Downstairs, the air hit warmer, heavier, the noise louder the second he stepped back into it. People moved out of his way without thinking, someone called his name, someone grabbed his arm,he shrugged it off without breaking stride.
His focus didnât shift.
You didnât see him until he was already there.
Close enough that the space around you felt⌠different.
You turned,
And your expression changed the second you recognized him.
That softness again with that ease.
Sukuna stopped in front of you, gaze dropping immediately.Slow.
ââŚYouâre full of surprises.â
Your fingers brushed your dress again, instinctively.
âI just-tried something different.â
âYeah,â he said, voice low, amused, âfigured.â
You hesitated under his gaze, but you didnât shrink. Didnât step back.
You stayed exactly where you were.
âShoko make you wear that?â he asked.
Your brows pulled together slightly. âNo.â
âThen what?decided to switch it up?â
ââŚSomething like that.â
He leaned a little closer.
Not enough to trap you.
Just enough.
âLooks better on you than the whole quiet act.â
That caught you off guard.
Your lips parted slightly. âIâm notââ
âYou are,â he cut in, not harsh, just certain. âJust donât notice it.â
Heat crept up your neck.
But you didnât argue.
Didnât deflect.
You just looked at him.
ââŚDo you think itâs too much?â you asked, quieter now, almost like you werenât sure why you were asking him at all.
Sukunaâs eyes flickered,just for a second.Then his smirk deepened.
âNah,â he said, taking the cup from your hand like it was his to take, fingers brushing yours without pause. âThink youâre just not used to people looking.â
Your breath caught.
âPeople arenâtââ
âThey are.â
You didnât finish your sentence or look around to check.You just⌠believed him.
He set your drink aside without asking.
Your hand stayed suspended in the air for a second before dropping.
âRelax,â he added, quieter now, eyes still on you. âYou look like youâre trying not to.â
âIâm not,â you said, but it came out softer than you meant.
He huffed a quiet laugh.
âYeah, you are.â
There was a pause.
Not empty.
Just⌠close.
And then
His hand found your wrist.
His grip was not rough but firm.
âCome on.â
This time, you didnât ask where but you knew because you felt it in the way he said it.In the way he was looking at you.
In the way the space between you had already changed.
Your fingers tightened slightly before you let him pull you forward.
You didn't resist it,just went along with it.
Upstairs, the music dulled into something distant, the noise fading behind you with every step. The hallway stretched quieter, dimly lit, the air cooler,but it didnât settle anything.
If anything, it made everything clearer.You were aware now of where you were going,of what this was.Your steps slowed for half a second not to stop but just enough to take it in.
Sukuna noticed.
He glanced back at you, something sharper in his gaze now,not questioning, not checking but registering.
You didnât pull your hand away or step back.
You met his eyes for a second and they didnât look uncertain which was all he needed.
Inside his room, the door shut behind you with a quiet click.
The sound landed heavier than it should have.
The shift was immediate.
No noise. No distractions.
Just the two of you,and everything that had been building.
You exhaled softly, your hand brushing down the side of your dress again, smoothing it without thinking.
But this time,you didnât look away.
Sukuna stepped closer.Slow and measured.
His hand came up to your waist again, firmer this time, pulling you in until there wasnât space left to hesitate in. The fabric of your dress shifted under his grip, your breath catching as your hands came up to him,not unsure now, just⌠instinctive.
There was no teasing left or any need for it.
His hand moved higher, slower now, like he was taking his time for once,not out of care, but because he could. Because you werenât pulling away. Because you were right there, letting him.
Your grip tightened in his shirt.Your breath unsteady.
And when he leaned in, his lips on yours, melting.
you didnât hesitate.
Everything after that blurred into heat and closeness.The kind that built fast once it started.
Your back meeting the wall for a second, then the bed, the space shifting under you as the dress youâd been so aware of earlier became something in the way more than anything else.
Fabric pulled, pushed aside, slipping out of place under impatient hands.
His skin on yours.
Your breathing broke first.
Then steadied into something else entirely.
Sukuna didnât slow down or stop to think.
Didnât question the way this felt slightly different from everything else because to himâ
it wasnât.
It was exactly what heâd expected.
Exactly what heâd decided.
And he moved through it like he always did, like it would end the same way it always did.
___
The Morning came.
The room didnât feel like the night before.
What had been loud and close and overwhelming was now still, the air cooler, thinner somehow. Light slipped in through the curtains in soft lines, cutting across the bed, across the floor, across you.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Sukuna was already awake.
Not fully out of bed, not rushing, just⌠there. Sitting at the edge, leaning forward slightly, phone in hand, scrolling without really looking.
Like heâd already stepped out of whatever last night had been.
You stirred behind him slowly.
The shift in the sheets, the quiet sound of movement,
He noticed. But he didnât turn immediately.
ââŚYouâre up early,â you said, voice softer than usual, still carrying the weight of sleep.
He hummed, noncommittal.
âYeah.â
You pushed yourself up slightly, the sheets gathering around you, your eyes adjusting to the light, to the room, to him.
âAre you leaving?â you asked after a pause.
Not accusing....Just unsure.
Sukuna glanced back then, brief, almost distracted.
âGot stuff.â
That was it,you nodded like that made sense.
Like you werenât expecting anything more.
The silence stretched for a moment after that.
He stood, pulling his shirt on without much thought, movements easy, familiar, like this was routine.
You watched him quietly, trying to take him in.
Trying to understand something you couldnât quite name yet.
âYou have class today?â you asked, quieter now.
âMaybe.â
A small pause.
Thenâ
ââŚI do.â
He didnât respond to that or ask when and where. Perhaps, that was the first shift
So small it couldâve been ignored.
But it stayed.
By the time he left, it felt like the room had changed again.
Not empty.
Just⌠different.
You stayed a little longer.
Not because you had to.
Because leaving felt like acknowledging something you werenât ready to name yet.
___
On campus, everything moved like it always did.
Classes filled. Conversations overlapped. People passed by without looking twice.
Nothing had changed.
Except what had.
You noticed it first in the lecture hall ,the seat beside yours, empty.
You told yourself it didnât mean anything,he didnât always come early or come at all.
Stillâ
You found yourself glancing at the door.
Once...Then again.
He came in late.Of course he did like always.
But this time,he didnât sit beside you.He took a seat further back.Didnât look your way or acknowledge you.
Your fingers tightened slightly around your pen.
You told yourselfâ
It didnât mean anything.
It kept happening.
In the hallway, youâd catch a glimpse of him,surrounded, laughing, moving through people the way he always did.
Effortless.
But not with you.
In the library, the chair across from you stayed empty.
Days passed like that.
And slowly,
That quiet, unspoken shift turned into something harder to ignore.
Because he wasnât gone, he was just not there with you anymore
And Sukunaâ
Sukuna didnât think about it.
Not really.
Not when he was drinking again, laughter loud, someone pressed close to his side.
Not when the nights blurred back into something easy, familiar, forgettable.
It was back to normal.Exactly how it should be.
And yetâ
There were moments.
Small ones.
A pause in the middle of a conversation when something didnât feel as interesting as it should.
A glance toward a space before realizing why he was looking.
A flicker of recognition that didnât settle into anything he could name.
It didnât make sense or matter.So he ignored it.
Because whatever that was,it wasnât enough to mean anything...just yet.
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At first, it was easy to explain.
He didnât sit beside you in class-fine. He was never consistent.He didnât come to the library-fine. He never liked it anyway.He didnât walk with you after lectures-fine.
It was all fine.
You told yourself that enough times that it almost sounded true.
But the problem was that it didn't feel the same.
Once, you caught his eye in the hallway.Just for a second.
And something in your chest lifted before you could stop itâ
But he didnât slow.
Didnât stop.
Didnât even acknowledge it.
Like it hadnât happened.
That stayed longer than it should have.
You started leaving the library earlier.
Stopped sitting in the same place sometimes.
Changed your routes between classes without thinking too much about why.
It didnât help. Because it wasn't about the place to begin with.
Shoko noticed but she didn't say much.
Just watched you a little more carefully, her expression tightening every time Sukunaâs name came up around you,even when it wasnât directed at you.
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And thenâ
there was another party,one you almost didnât go,but staying in felt worse.So you did.
The music hit the second you stepped inside, loud and overwhelming, the same chaos as before,but this time, it didnât feel unfamiliar.
It felt...distant.
You spotted him quickly.You always did.
He was cross the room.Surrounded.
A girl leaned into him, laughing at something he said, her hand resting too comfortably against his chest. Another stood close enough that their shoulders brushed every time he moved.
He didnât push them away or look uncomfortable.
Didnât look like anything had changed.
He looked exactly the same.
Your chest tightened, something sharp and quiet settling in your throat, making it hard to breathe properly.
You stood there longer than you should have.
Watching.
Waiting for something.
A glance,anything at all,but nothing came.
before you could stop yourself,you moved.
The crowd blurred as you pushed through it, your steps faster than you meant them to be, your thoughts louder than the music around you.
He noticed you before you reached him, ofcourse.
His eyes flicked to you briefly.Then stayed.The girl beside him said something.
He didnât respond immediately.
Because now,you were standing in front of him.
Too close.Too exposed.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked.Your voice was quiet.
But it didnât shake.
Not yet.
His brows lifted slightly.Not confused.Just⌠mildly surprised.
âWhat does it look like?â
You swallowed.
âThatâs not what I meant.â
A pause.
The noise around you felt distant now.
Like everything had pulled back just enough to leave the two of you standing there.
âThen what did you mean?â he asked, tone lazy, almost bored.
You hesitated.
For the first time since youâd walked up to him.
âI meanââ you started, then stopped, trying to find the right words. âYouâve been⌠avoiding me.â
The word sat there.Between you.
He exhaled slowly, like the conversation had already tired him.
âIâve been busy.â
âThatâs not true.â
That slipped out before you could stop it.
Something in his expression shifted.Not much but just enough.
You pushed forward anyway.
Because now you couldnât stop.
âYou were there,â you said, quieter now, but more certain. âBefore. You used toââ
You cut yourself off.
Used to what?
He watched you struggle to finish the sentence.
And something about that,
made his mouth curve.
âUsed to what?â he prompted.
Your chest tightened.
âI just thoughtââ
You stopped again.
Because you didnât know how to say it.
And he knew that.
He stepped closer.
Not gently.
Not harshly.
Just enough to take control of the space again.
âYou didnât let it get to your head, did you?â
The words landed softly.
Too softly.
You blinked.
âWhat?â
His expression didnât change.
Still that same, easy, almost amused look.
âThat night,â he said, like it meant nothing. âYouâre not still thinking about that, right?â
Your stomach dropped.
âIâno, I justââ
âGood.â
He cut you off before you could finish.
Because then,
he leaned in slightly.
Just enough that only you could hear it.
âYouâre not all that.â
It wasnât loud.Wasnât harsh.Wasnât even said with anger.
Just,dismissive.
Like he was correcting something small.
Like you had misunderstood your place.
And that-
....that hurt more.
Your expression didnât break immediately.
That was the worst part.
It happened slowly.
The way your eyes lost something first.
Then the way your lips parted, like you were about to say something,and couldnât.
The way the words just⌠stopped.
Sukuna saw it.Saw exactly what heâd done.
And for a second,
something unfamiliar flickered in his chest.
Sharp and Uncomfortable, but he ignored it.
Because this,
this was how it was supposed to go.
You nodded,looking small.
ââŚOkay.â
Your voice was quiet.
Flat.
And then,you stepped back.
Not rushing or running but just leaving.
And this time,he watched you go.
Not because he wanted to...but because he couldnât look away.
This is what he always did, what he always wanted, what was normal to him,
So what was this feeling creeping up in his chest as he watched you leave?
note: I donât know if this turned out how i wanted , please let me know if you like it, then Iâll continue with the next parts, after this i NEED to post some fluffy sukuna drabble soon AGHH.
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